"Full Moon Madness"
By: fredesrojo
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously. I just borrow them to fix what I dislike in the show. :P
NCIS Director Jenny Shepard blinked tiredly at the stack of case files sitting in front of her, letting out a depressed sigh. She hated paperwork. What in the hell had possessed her to take this damn job, if she knew it involved so much paperwork?
Oh, right. Her five-point plan.
She grumbled under her breath briefly, seriously considering finding a time machine to go tell her twenty-something year old self in the past that the mystical "five-point plan" was really a horrible, terrible, very bad, no good idea. Partially because of all of this ridiculous paperwork she was now required to do as Director, but… mostly because it required leaving a certain blue-eyed, silver-haired NCIS Agent by the name of Jethro.
Jenny rubbed her hands over her eyelids, shrugging her shoulders in resignation. Oh, well. What was another Friday night at the office? It's not like she had a life at home anyways, nobody to come home to, just more paperwork.
Her green eyes blinked back open, her vision blurring for a second before focusing on the glass sitting in front of her, full of an intoxicatingly wonderful-smelling blend of vodka and orange juice. A screwdriver. Oooh, goody!
Wait a minute…since when did she have a screwdriver on her desk?
"What the…?"
"Took you long enough." One blue-eyed, silver-haired NCIS Agent Jethro Gibbs' gruff voice broke through the silence in her office, making her jump a foot and a half in the air, knocking her knees hard on the underside of her desk.
"Ouch, dammit!" Jenny blew her bangs out of her face, glaring at the silver-haired agent in front of her. "Jethro, what the hell are you doing here?"
"It's Friday."
"And…" She raised her eyebrows at him quizzically. "What does that have to do with anything?"
He shrugged, not quite meeting her eyes. "Back…then, we used to go to the bar for drinks every Friday. You looked stressed today, and I figured…well, it couldn't hurt to bring the bar to you."
"Yeah, well, dealing with Fornell and the F.B.I. trying to steal one of our cases is never fun on the best of days." Jenny eyed the drink suspiciously, glancing back up at him. "And you just decided to bring me a screwdriver out of the goodness of your heart because you saw that I looked stressed?" She let out a very unladylike snort, shaking her head. "Yeah, right. What did you do this time?"
"Nothing!"
"Right. And I'm a monkey's uncle." She picked up the drink, taking a sip as she leveled a look at him over the rim of the glass. "What. Did. You. Do."
"I didn't do anything, Jen!" His eyes flashed with a slightly wounded look. "Can't a guy just come and have a few drinks with his old partner?"
"Sure, a guy could. You, on the other hand, don't. You being voluntarily nice to someone is like trying to the spin the world the other way."
"I'm hurt, Jen." Jethro set a hand against his heart, pouting slightly. His blue eyes widened in an impressive puppy dog look, seriously messing with her vow to stay irritated with him.
She sighed, conceding his point with a small shrug. "Alright, fine, so maybe you did actually do something nice for once." She took a sip of her drink again, nodding appreciatively. "Thank you."
He smiled briefly, settling in comfortably in the chair, a tumbler of bourbon in his own hands. "No problem. You looked like you needed a break."
Jenny snorted briefly, rolling her eyes. "What I need is another me. God…look at all this stupid paperwork. I hate paperwork. Why is it that every Marine in a ten-mile radius of the Navy Yard decided to give into their murderous impulses this week?"
Jethro shrugged, blue eyes flickering over the pile of files on her desk. "Abby said something about the full moon."
"What?"
He shrugged. "Wasn't really listening, she was off on a ramble. Something about the full moon affecting crime rates in big cities."
"So everybody just goes mental during the full moon."
He nodded, smirking slightly. A twinkle of…something flashed through his blue eyes; amusement, maybe? "She said something else, too."
Jenny narrowed her eyes, focusing on the growing smirk that threatened to morph into a full-blown grin on his face. He was clearly up to something. "Oh?" Damn. She'd taken his bait.
Jethro nodded slowly, making a show of swirling the bourbon in his glass. "Well, she was just telling me a few of the other things the full moon is linked to…" He trailed off suggestively, his smirk widening.
"Did she now? What else is it linked to?" Dammit, she'd fallen for it again. Damn sexy smirk of his, pulling her into his little schemes.
He shrugged, still staring down at his bourbon as he talked. "Oh, quite a few things. Crime Rates, werewolves, the tides, and…" He trailed off, his dark blue eyes snapping up to meet her gaze. "Well, there's this other thing, too."
Jenny swallowed, taking a calming drink of the screwdriver. God, how had she forgotten how sexy his eyes were? It was a damn good thing she was still sitting behind her desk. That look in his eyes was making her knees weak. She fought the impulse to lunge across her desk and take him right there, deciding to play dumb instead.
She tilted her head to the side coquettishly, her green eyes darkening slightly. "What other thing?"
Jethro's smirk transformed into an amused grin as he set the tumbler down, standing to walk around her desk, invading her personal space. His voice was a low growl, roughened by the alcohol and possibly something else. "Oh, I think you know." His eyes, cocky and dark with amusement, bored into her as he leaned over her chair, setting his arms on the armrests.
Jenny gave him an innocent look, fighting off the rush of arousal his voice brought on. "Do I?"
The grin widened as he leaned in, his hot breath washing over her neck. "Yeah, I think you do, Jen." His gruff voice sent a wave of chills down her spine. She could almost feel his smirk against her neck.
She let out a soft moan as his lips ghosted across the juncture of her neck and shoulder, unconsciously tilting her head back. "Mmm…I don't know, Jethro…I think you might just have to show me."
Sometime later, they lay together on the floor of her office, their legs intertwined. A light blanket found in her desk drawer was draped across both of their bodies. Jenny shifted slightly, turning to lie against his side, her arm flung across his broad chest. "Damn, that was good."
Jethro laughed deep in his chest, wrapping an arm around her loosely, stroking his hand up and down her back. "So, was I able to ah, show you?"
Jenny smirked, moving to straddle him, the blanket slipping down to pool around her waist leaving both of them bare from the waist up. "Oh, I think I might need a little refresher course."
His answering grin was amused, bordering on lecherous as he wrapped strong arms around her waist, upsetting her position to pin her under his lean body. He lowered his mouth to her ear, nipping lightly at her earlobe as he spoke, his voice back to that sexy growl she loved. "Thought you were a fast learner, Jen?"
Jenny pressed a kiss to his jaw, hooking a leg around his waist. "Hm. Still don't think I'm getting it."
Jethro smirked, pulling back to look in her eyes, darkened to forest green with arousal. "I'll just have to make sure to keep reminding you then. Wouldn't want you to forget."
