a/n: I am trying to make the extra effort to wrote longer chapters so that the story flows nicely but I am a really slow writer! Thanks to Left my heart in Paris, Spookysstarbuck, silkysexybitch, txutxi, and xxhiphuggersxx ,I appreciate that you took the time to write a review. It really motivates me!

Chapter 2: Let the games begin

Jethro wasn't sure why he was progressing from her feet to her legs. Well, he knew why but he wasn't sure it was the best idea in the world. He should probably stop and go back down to the bull pen but he really wanted to hear about any other ideas she might have. At least, that is what he was telling himself.

God she had great legs. He pulled her second leg onto his lap and immediately started with the calf. He didn't mean to do it but he had the mental image of her calves wrapped around his back. He pushed those thoughts from his head, that was the past and it needed to stay in the past.

To get back on track he turned back to the case. "The stab wounds would have caused considerable bleeding, we searched his home and car and found no traces of blood. Where the hell was he killed and how the hell was he moved?"

"Was there any trace on the body? she asked

They continued to talk about the case for the next five minutes or so but Jenny didn't come up with any more interesting angles. At a pause in the conversation Gibbs looked over at Jenny saying "It's nice to see you loosen up. I didn't think Jen was still under that director persona anymore."

"Are you calling me a bitch, Jethro?" she said in mock anger.

"If the shoe fits" he countered. Lifting the heel of the foot he had been rubbing.

Jenny narrowed her eyes to look at him, giving him her best pretend aggravated look. "You know, I can come up with a few choice words to describe your recent behavior"

"Oh, I don't think you want to play that game with me" he said

"Bastard, for starters" she continued as if he didn't even speak.

"Bitch" he countered.

"Moody, cantankerous, and, irritating" she continued. Gibbs opened his mouth in fake astonishment.

"That's not very nice Jen, I do have some redeeming qualities" he said

After a pause where she pretended to think hard, "Sexy" she continued with a smile

He gave her a smirk back and simply whispered "Ditto". Their eyes locked for a moment and to break the spell he finished "minus one point for cutting your hair"

With that comment she kicked him playfully in the chest. "Ouch" he said as he acted hurt. Then he picked up her leg again is if he was going to rub her foot and instead he started to tickle it. Jenny squirmed and tried and wrench her foot free but Jethro was not relenting. Jenny couldn't stop herself from laughing saying "Jethro, stop!"

He had a genuine smile on his face. He always enjoyed teasing her. After about 30 seconds of torture she finally sat up, grabbed the labels of his jacket, and said "Jethro, I am not kidding. Please stop!"

Between the begging look in her eyes and the closeness of her breathe on his cheek he was instantly paralyzed. He didn't release her foot but he stopped moving his fingers and for a moment they just stared at one another. His smile turned to a look of passion and fire.

Jenny wanted so badly to kiss him but she was afraid of rejection so she simply stared at him. It was almost like time had stopped. The energy in that small space between them had the power to ignite at any moment. Jethro was practically melting her with his eyes. She could tell he wanted to kiss her too but still she waited. He finally broke the tension saying "This is a bad idea, Jenny." However as he said it, he seemed to inch a little closer and his eyes traveled to her lips.

She quietly whispered "I know" and then closed the gap between them and caught his lips in hers. She kissed him gently, testing the fragile ground. He kissed her back in the same gentle manner. That was until she released the grip on his lapels and her hands traveled up his chest to the nape of his neck.

Jethro was battling with his emotions. He knew what he was doing was a really bad idea and he mentally wanted to slap himself upside the head but when she slide her hands to his neck, his desire for her took over. He released her foot and placed an arm behind her gently lowering her on the couch, never losing contact with her lips.

He kissed her a little harder and when his tongue met hers, they both turned it up a notch. He migrated his kisses from her lips to her neck and ears, all the while running his hand through her hair which had almost grown back in. He used his other hand to keep himself propped up a little so that he didn't crush her with his weight.

Jenny could feel his erection growing as his thighs pressed against her legs. God she wanted so badly to touch him but she knew if she did, there was no turning back. He began sucking lightly on her neck and it was at that moment that her rational self took over and she realized that they were making out in her unlocked office and anyone could simply walk in on them.

She moved both her hands to the front of his chest and pushed ever so slightly. Jethro instantly broke the kiss. They looked into each other's eyes while they took a moment to catch their breath. Then Jethro moved to the other side of the couch allowing Jenny to sit up. He looked away from her as he rubbed his hand through his hair and then over his face, exhaling into his hand. Then he abruptly announced "I better go" and walked straight out of her office without looking back.

She wanted to stop him but she couldn't find the words so she simply watched him walk out of her office. He took out some of his frustration on the door as it slammed shut loudly.

Jenny was so confused, an hour ago she was thinking about how to repair her friendship with Jethro and the next minute she had her tongue down his throat. She had no idea how to interpret the situation.

Jenny remained in her office for another two hours, praying Jethro would leave for the night before her. When she finally gathered her things, she allowed herself a glance at his workstation and all was dark and quiet.

When she got home she occupied herself until well past midnight and then she allowed herself a few moments to think about the day and try figure out what the hell happened and what it meant for the future of their relationship.

The more she thought through it the more reasons she came up with for why this was a very bad move for both her heart and her career. Yet, as she closed her eyes to sleep, she kept tasting his lips on hers and she imagined running her hands all over his body.

The next morning Gibbs was on his way in when his cell phone rang and DiNozzo was on the other end. "Boss, we got a lead from one of the Marine wives, turns out Mrs. Cunningham was seen with an ex-boyfriend at one of the local pubs. We didn't get a name but we got a date and time. Ziva and I got the credit card slips from the owner of the pub and we narrowed it down to three guys. Only one is single and the right age, you want me to pick him up?"

"Bring him in. I'll meet you in interrogation" Gibbs said and hung up. Well, at least now he had something else to think about all day. He spent most of last night working on various woodworking projects however none proved to be intricate enough to keep his thoughts from the little incident in Jenny's office. Eventually he just drank enough to fall into a fitful slumber on his couch.

The case kept the team occupied for the next few days and before either of them realized it, they had gone three days without having to talk to one another. That changed when they gathered enough circumstantial evidence on the boyfriend to ask for a warrant on his home and pick-up truck. He needed the director's signature before submitting it to a judge.

"DiNozzo" he yelled as he walked into the bullpen. Tony immediately shrank back as if expecting a head slap saying "It was Ziva's fault, she is the one that dared me to glue McGee's keyboard" Gibbs had no idea what Tony was talking about but he played it off in his usual "I'm all powerful and all knowing" way.

"Well, then you and Ziva can fight over who takes this file to the director to get her signature for the warrant. The loser then gets to take it to the judge" he finished as he handed the file over to DiNozzo

Tony was a little taken aback "Don't you usually ask for the director's signature?" he asked still holding the file between them. Gibbs grabbed it back, hit him in the back of the head with it saying "and now, you are. It's called punishment for abusing the probie." He handed the file back saying "I am going for coffee" and he exited the building. McGee sat at his desk smiling. Serves Tony right, he thought.

Jenny had been expecting Gibb's entrance all morning. She had her little spies and she knew that the next step in his case would be a warrant. She had spent most of the morning going over what she would say to him and now the anxiety of waiting for the moment for him to burst through her door was killing her.

When she heard a knock on her door she was floored, the kiss was already changing him! However, when Tony walked in and asked for her signature on the warrant she had a different emotion. She was pissed. That chicken shit!

"Tony, tell Gibbs that as lead agent it is his job to present the warrant request. Where the hell is he anyway?" she asked

Tony could tell by the look on her face that there was more going on then he knew about. He and Jenny had been through an interesting relationship over the last three years and he felt he learned a lot about her. When she was first appointed director he had to get used to having a hot women for a boss but after that, he really got close with her. Mostly when Gibbs was on hiatus in Mexico. However, things between them turned cold after the whole Jeanne undercover debacle. Now he was back to feeling uncomfortable around her. When he was uncomfortable, he started to babble.

"Well, he went for coffee but the reality is that well, see first Ziva started saying that I used to be fun and I am not fun anymore, then I said I was, then she dared me to prank McProbie, then Gibbs walked in and as punishment I have to get your signature and Ziva has to get the judges" he finished his monologue without taking a breath.

As he pulled air back into his lungs Jenny shot him a death glare saying "so, what you are telling me is I'm the punishment!"

Tony's eyes got wide as he realized he "overshared" and he took a step back slightly as Jenny came around her desk, pulled the file from his hands saying "If Gibbs wants that damn signature, tell him to get his ass up her and get it himself!"

About 30 minutes later Gibbs barged into her office saying "The Queen summed?"

"Are you embarrassed to talk to me Jethro?" she asked, bluntly getting to the point.

Of course he was embarrassed but he be damned if he ever admitted it. "Jenny, I've kissed lots of women in my life and I am never embarrassed, however ill-advised the kiss. Now will you please sign my warrant so I can actually do my job?"

He saw her neck twitch ever so slightly at the mention of "ill-advised." She thrust the file out towards him and as he walked closer to her desk to retrieve it, she pulled it back slightly saying "We are both professionals, let's forget the mistake and move on."

He grabbed the file from her hands saying "already done, Dir-rect-tor" and again he left having the last word.

He was not out of her office more than 10 minutes when she found an outlet for her emotions. She wasn't sure if it was anger, resentment, hurt pride, or a little bit of everything but his use of "ill-advised" and mentioning the plethora of women he has kissed left her pretty riled up.

As therapy she found herself scanning her outlook contacts of guys she had recently dated or had potential dates with. Then her eyes landed on Brian Donahue. He was in his late-twenties/early-thirties, dark hair, blue eyes, outgoing, funny, and an attorney. Essentially the anti-Gibbs! He was working as an assistant to a congressman.

They met at a charity function last month, on the introduction by the secretary of the navy, and spent most of the evening chatting. He was definitely into her. They exchanged numbers and he had texted her the next day. She hadn't responded because, well she had never been asked on a date via text and she felt it was just an example that he was a little too young for her.

It had been over a month since the charity function and she didn't' know the text decorum but she gave it a go "Its Jenny S, you still interested in grabbing a drink?" and she hit send.

She placed her phone down and walked over to grab herself a drink. She was mid pour of her bourbon when her phone dinged indicating a text. Damn that was fast! Like a school girl she raced over to her phone.

"Yes!" wrote Brian

"Fri?" she responded

"Sounds great, 8pm? He wrote

"OK"she responded

I'll pick you up, work or home?" he wrote

This gave her a moment's pause but then she thought, the hell with him, let him see that she kissed enough men in her life too.

"Work. See u then"

Friday afternoon Jenny stood in her en suite bathroom in her office. She had just changed into her outfit for the evening, granted it was a few hours early but she was done with her meetings for the day. She decided on a tight black cocktail dress which could be worn pretty much anywhere. She wore 4 inch stiletto heels and kept her hair down.

After spending a few minutes fixing her make-up, she poured herself a glass of bourbon, and sat back at her desk to wrap up the weeks paper work. She was still waiting on Gibbs' final report on the Cunningham case.

They found the primary crime scene when the executed the warrant on the ex-boyfriends place. The forensic evidence collected was a slam dunk but it took a day and a half of interrogation to get the ex-boyfriend to flip on Mrs. Cunningham.

With the case wrapped up, she was hoping to get the file today so she could sign off on it before the weekend. She finally admitted to herself that she dressed a few hours early on the wish that Gibbs would deliver his case report. She wanted to rub it in his face that she was completely unaffected by their moment of indiscretion early in the week.

Jethro had wrapped up for the night and was stepping on to the elevator to go home when out walked a young, wide-eyed man. "Can I help you?" he asked

"Hi, yes, I am looking for Jenny Shepard's office?" Brian said

"I'm Special Agent Gibbs, I can probably help?"

"Oh, sorry, this isn't NCIS related. I'm Brian, I am here to pick her up for our date?" he said.

Jethro was floored. Not so much that Jenny had a date but that he was practically a child! Oh, there was no way he was going home now.

Gibbs put on his gentleman's face saying "oh, please, follow me!"

Moments later Jenny's door swung open and in walked Jethro, when Jenny saw Brain in tow she started to panic slightly. She popped up out of her chair and walked up to Brian, completely ignoring Jethro, and said "Hi Brian" with a seductive smile.

Neither man noticed her panic as they both stood a little stunned at how amazing she looked. She looked stunning and ridiculously sexy. Over the month Brian forgot how hot she was and gave her a warm smile saying "It's great to see you again Jenny"

She smiled back but felt really awkward saying anything more with Gibbs in the room so she slowly turned her head to face him. When he still didn't make a move to leave she said "Agent Gibbs, since I don't' have my file on the Cunningham case, perhaps you should get back to your desk"

Gibbs held his tongue as he was torn between wanted to pin her against the wall and take her right now or simply mock her relentlessly over the young pup that now stood in front of her. Of course, he did neither. Instead, as he walked between Jenny and Brian to leave, he leaned over to Brain saying "be careful, her bark is as bad as her bite" and he walked out.

When Gibbs returned to the bullpen the team was packing it in for the night. However, when Gibbs returned to his desk and put his light back on they all froze, praying they didn't have another case come in.

McGee spoke up first "Boss, I thought you were heading home?" he asked

"I need to stick around for a few minutes. Take your seats for a second, Mrs. Robinson is on her way down" he said with a deadpan face.

McGee looked over at Tony who simply shrugged. Tony assumed an actually Mrs. Robinson was on her way to the bullpen. Never one to miss a movie reference opportunity, he took it upon himself to explain the movie "The Graduate" to Ziva. "It's a classic Ziva, it is every young man's fantasy. A much older woman named Mrs. Robinson seduces a much younger man. Turns out, the younger man ends up scoring with both the mom and the daughter! Really, it was Dustin Hoffman's best work, outside of Tootsie of course" Tony added.

Ziva shot him a dirty look saying "Tony, I find it hard to believe that every young man's fantasy is to score with someone's mom and their daughter". Tony was about to defend himself and go on another tangent when he noticed Gibb's eyes lock on the stairs above him. He turned around slightly and began to stare as well as the hottest pair of legs was descending with some serious high heels and a very short skirt. It wasn't till the pair got a little further that he realized with some shock that it was the director, and she had a young guy in tow.

Tony looked away fast but Gibbs continued to stare. She looked amazing. The black dress went to mid-thigh and when she walked down the stairs her breasts giggled ever so slightly and looked like they were on the verge of popping right out of the top of her spaghetti strapped dress. And those heels! She really was hell on heels. He hoped they were more comfortable then they looked because all of sudden got the suspicion that Brian may be asked for a foot massage later and that just pissed him off. Would she push him off too if things got hot and heavy? Somehow he was pretty sure she wouldn't.

It wasn't until Jenny turned the corner and not so discreetly made eye contact with him that he realized that she was purposely strutting her young boy-toy past the bullpen. Who the hell meets a date a work anyway? So, she wanted to play games. Well, damn it, he thought, let the games begin.