Season 3
Episode 8 - Under-covers
"I have one word for you Jethro, Positano" she laughed still looking from the screen in MTAC.
"Come on, that was a week after I took a bullet" he replied, doing his best to look innocent.
"Uh huh" she replied, her thought's no longer on the undercover operation on the screen. Flashbacks flitted through her head, of a couple walking down a country road, the taller figure leaning on the smaller, of a woman washing and rewashing a wound of the taller male. Another popped into her head, but this one was not so PG rated.
Flashback ...
"Well Jethro, I warned you that if you didn't rest you would pull the stitches and now you've torn them" Jenny replied cheekily to the moaning marine in the room next door. She had only been out the room for 5 minutes to find clean bandages and a clean wash cloth when the grumpy silver haired fox had decided that it was fine for him to get up and move about after being shot only a week ago.
She wandered into the bedroom slowly, enjoying the fact that he was finally helpless without her. He glared up at her from the bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of shorts. The wound on his stomach had started to heal but was red and slightly bloody from where the stitches had been torn out. She sat next to him and washed away the blood so that she could wrap it again. There was no need for more stitches, he would only tear them again, so she padded and wrapped the wound before slapping him on the thigh.
"Now do you think you can lay still for longer than 5 minutes please" she asked sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. He muttered something quietly before grabbing her arm. She fell onto him, doing her best to avoid the big white patch in his side. She laughed and swatted his arm away.
"What did I tell you, not until you are healed" she whispered into his ear, her breath tickling him. She leant up and put her hands either side of his head so that she was leaning over him, her legs either sides of his hips.
"Well I'm telling you that what I need to heal right now is you" he said back gruffly leaning up to claim her mouth.
She let him have his kiss before she pulled back.
"Jethro, we can do this the easy way or the easy way" she explained, enjoying the look of confusion that flitted across his features.
"Why don't I like the sound of either of them" he said. She smirked and leant back down.
...
"Now now Jethro, you'r not tired already are you" she laughed as she sat astride him. She had taken control, not letting him pull himself on top. She had made it clear that she was going to be doing all the hard work.
He lay there, enjoying the view.
"Gimme a break Jen" he moaned, not wanting to let her gloat.
"This is what I get for getting myself an older man" she moaned theatrically flinging herself off him so that she could cuddle into his body.
"I was shot, I'm not old" he barked making her laugh.
"Yeah yeah" she giggled.
Back to present ...
She looked across at him, smirking at his face as DiNozzo made another stupid comment on the screen. Well that was one memory she was going to hold onto.
