A/N: Well. This was originally a one-shot that I posted way back in July last year, and I had every intention of keeping it that way. Except that I've been watching a lot of the first two seasons, and I'm finding I LOVE writing tags to some of the episodes. And since this is one of the only non-angsty storylines from my season one/two tags, I'd like to expand it. I went back and revised the first chapter a little bit, and I intend on adding more to this story. So, I hope you all don't kill me for adding another story onto my plate, lol. :) And, well, I love the idea of Jenny and Gibbs being married after Paris and then Jenny meeting the team. It just seems perfect to me.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my own plotline and my OCs (otherwise known as Jenny's team, who will be in next chapter).

It took three weeks, but finally, Jenny was home for good.

She blew out a breath as she unpacked the last box, placing the files in the slots of the desk in front of her, keeping them in order. She'd just set the box aside when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a broad chest.

"Boo."

She smiled at her husband's voice, tilting her head back so that it rested on Jethro's shoulder, her hands slipping over his on her waist.

"Very scary," she replied, shooting him a smirk. He rolled his eyes, tilting her face closer so that he could kiss her.

He'd been kissing her a lot, she'd noticed. Since she'd announced that she was going to be transferring back home to the States, he'd barely kept his hands off of her. Not that she was complaining, but…she was wondering how work was going to be.

"You are aware that you can't do this while we're at work, right?" she asked, her mouth still on his. He grinned against her lips, and she pulled away, raising an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"You don't think Morrow would approve of making out in public?" Jethro asked, a wicked grin on his face. Jenny rolled her eyes, pushing away from him slightly.

"Don't even think about it," she said, shaking her head. "Not gonna happen. You don't get to touch me on NCIS property."

"Now that isn't fair," Jethro protested, shaking his head at her words. "I still have time to make up for."

"And you can make up for all that time at night and on the weekends," Jenny replied, pending to pick up a fallen pen, feeling Jethro's eyes on her ass as she moved. "On NCIS grounds, you keep your hands to yourself, Jethro Gibbs."

"You don't play fair."

"When have I ever played fair?" she asked, batting her thick eye lashes, enjoying his reaction; he swallowed hard and shifted, clearly uncomfortable. Just the way she liked it.

"Certainly not now," he replied, his voice low and rough, hoarse as he let the blood rush south. Jenny's eyes darkened, becoming forest green, and they both knew where this battle was ending.

Since he'd been given the all clear, they'd fully enjoyed each other's bodies, reveling in the fact that there were no more boundaries; there was no distance between them, not phone line connecting them, and they could do what they loved to do. There was a thick pink scar from where the bullet had grazed his shoulder, but he could move it and put weight on it, and so there was no problem with being intimate with his wife-a woman he would never be able to get enough of.

"Where would the fun be in being fair?" Jenny asked, her voice velvet in his ears. Jethro swallowed again, his hands itching to reach out and touch her.

So, he did.

His hands fell to her waist while her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer and crashing their mouths together, both letting out a low sound of pleasure as they came together in a kiss. It was the kind of kiss Jenny had craved while in London; raw and emotional and intense. It continued for a few minutes as hands roamed, raising the heat of the room by degrees.

"We doing this on the desk?" Jenny asked when she pulled away, breathless, her cheeks flushed, and her hair pulled from its ponytail. Jethro's own breathing was ragged, one of his hands up underneath her shirt, pressed into her lower back, and the other was threaded into her crimson curls, keeping her close.

"Works for me," he ground out, and she nodded briefly before kissing him again. With that, they were lost in each other, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

"I don't know what to wear."

Jethro emerged from the bathroom after his shower, towel wrapped around his waist, to find his wife in her own towel staring at the closet. His eyes widened-had she been standing there throughout his entire shower?

"Jen, you look great in anything."

"This is my first day! I have to make a good impression, especially on both of our teams," Jenny replied, running a hand through her still-damp hair. "I don't know what to wear."

"Jen, you're talking to a guy who wears the same thing every day," Jethro told her, pulling on a pair of blue-striped boxers, watching as she clutched her towel closer. "Jenny, just wear what makes you feel comfortable, and in control. That's all that matters."

Jenny sighed, nodding. Rifling through the closet, she pulled out a pair of straight black pants and slipped them on over a pair of simple black panties. Next was a plain black bra with a black lace camisole, and a dark green button-up shirt; she left the top button undone, leaving some of her creamy skin exposed. For shoes she chose a pair of tall black heels, slipping into them and feeling more confident as she went.

Jethro noticed the smile on her face, and let his lips curl into one of their own. He knew how much shoes meant to his wife-she'd told him enough times. She'd just needed a push in the right direction.

Jenny was grateful for her husband, and as she headed towards the bathroom, she kissed his still-bare shoulder gently, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin under her lips. She ran her hand over his back as she walked towards the bathroom, her fleeting touch burning his skin with its path.

In the bathroom, Jenny dried her hair and brushed it out, securing the top half in a clip and brushing her bangs. She went through the steps of her make-up, choosing a dusty green for her eye shadow, and lined her rims with kohl. Adding mascara and a deep magenta lipstick, she finished the look, pleased.

When she walked back out, Jethro was pulling on a deep red polo shirt over a white t-shirt, and she took a moment to admire her husband, and his incredible body. She still couldn't believe that he was his-but she wouldn't change it.

"Can I tell you how jealous I am of the fact that you look incredible in anything?" Jenny asked, coming up behind him in the mirror, looking over his shoulder. He rolled his eyes, turning towards her.

"Jen, you look absolutely beautiful," Jethro replied, his hands falling to her waist. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Believe that, please."

"Mm, kiss me again and I just might," she said, a smile starting, the corners of her mouth turning upwards. He happily obliged, kissing her carefully, making sure not to smear her lipstick.

"You're beautiful, Jen, and everyone is going to love you," Jethro said, kissing her cheek and looking into her eyes. "You're going to have a great first day."

"Well, how can I not, with you there," Jenny said, nudging his hip lightly. She smiled, fixing his collar. "Are we telling the team that I'm the one you've been married to for the past three years?"

"I say we wait, see if they figure out it's you," Jethro said, finding a belt and slipping it through the loops and cinching it. Jenny nodded, her fingers playing with her wedding rings.

"Could be fun," she said, nodding. "Who do you think will figure it out first?"

"Kate," Jethro said almost instantly, and Jenny had to smile. He did, after all, know his team the best.

"I think it'll be Tim," Jenny said, running her fingers through her husband's stubborn cowlick.

"You're on," Jethro said, a teasing glint in his eyes. Jenny rolled her eyes, touching his chest lightly.

"Loser does dishes for a month?" Jenny asked, raising an eyebrow. Jethro nodded, putting on his watch and grabbing his cell from the bedside table before following Jenny downstairs.

They made breakfast and were just cleaning up when both of their cell phones went off.

"Welcome to back to DC sweetheart," Jethro said, and Jenny smiled.

She was glad to be back.