Title: Pink Elephants

Author: lunarmoth131

Rating: T/ PG-13

Spoilers: none

Pairing: Jenny/Abby, Jenny/Abby/Jethro implied

Disclaimer: NCIS belongs to CBS, DPB, etc. and in real life, to the U.S. Navy -- none of which are me. Alas. No infringement intended, guys.

Gibbs was no fool. However well Jen might think she could hide things from him, he always knew when things were a bit 'hinky', to quote Abby. And today he could read lots of 'hinky' in her face and in her voice.

She wouldn't tell him anything, he knew. But he would damn sure let her know that he wasn't born yesterday.

"Director, is there something I should know?" he finally asked, clearly exasperated.

Jenny had to fight to hold back a smile. "Not at all, Agent Gibbs."

"Well, something's going on."

'True', thought Jen, with an inner laugh.

"I suppose you'll tell me it's 'need to know', and I don't need to know."

"You know me very well, Jethro."

"I just hope it's not something I'll have to save you from later," he grumbled.

She knew that he enjoyed saving her, protecting her, and Abby as well, but she placed a hand on his arm and spoke as earnestly as she could. "I promise, Jethro, you won't have to save me from this."

He searched her eyes for a long moment, then left her office. She sighed. He would know eventually, of course – if there was an eventually.

Down in the lab, Abby was bouncier than ever – she barely needed the Caf-Pow! to send her into cartwheels around the room.

Gibbs stood in the doorway with an amused smile, holding his usual offering. "What's up, Abbs?" he asked, walking towards her as she was in mid-cartwheel. (was that a flash of black lace panties? he wondered involuntarily. This was followed by a mental head slap)

She finished with a round-off and stood up straight, a bit dizzy from her movements. "It's a great day, Gibbs!" she said brightly, taking the large cup of soda he offered.

"Got anything for me yet?"

To his surprise, she nodded as she slurped the last bit of her previous drink. He hadn't really expected results yet. "First, these fingerprints from the girl's windowsill don't match any midshipmen or employee of the Academy."

"Hmm, outside job."

"Yeah, but probably with inside help. The Academy Yard has good security, so the kidnapper would have needed someone to let him in."

"So we should check –"

Abby cut him off. "I already told McGee and he's checking who was on watch last night."

"Good work." He smiled at her obvious eagerness. "What's the deal, Abbs? Got a hot date tonight?" he teased. He looked at her and was surprised to see a slight flush and a hint of guilty embarrassment. "Who is it?" he asked sternly. "Do I need to check up on this person to make sure they're safe for you?" He knew Abby fished both sides of the pier, so he chose his pronouns carefully.

She smiled secretively and blushed even more. "No Gibbs, you don't." At that moment, McGee appeared on the monitor with info about Academy security, and Gibbs' inquiries were temporarily thwarted.

The rest of the afternoon he was busy with the case – which, to his disgust, turned out to not be a kidnapping at all but a lovers' tryst – and didn't think much about the conversations with Abby and Jen. But he didn't like surprises, particularly those that involved his two favorite women. As soon as the non-case was wrapped up, his thoughts returned to those unknowns and he climbed the steps to Jenny's office.

As he strode through the outer office, Cynthia said, "She's not here, Agent Gibbs."

He stopped. "MTAC?" Cynthia shook her head. "Where then?"

"She said she was going home – the Academy case was solved and no more meetings scheduled for today."

"How long ago did she leave?"

"About ten minutes." Cynthia had looked up from her paperwork only long enough to glance at her watch.

He decided to speak to Abby before calling Jen. When he entered the lab, the music was playing as usual but there was no sign of the Goth woman. Her office was dark, so he thought she might be sleeping on her futon, as she sometimes did while waiting for results. He walked quietly towards the darkened room, but stopped short at the faint sound of a heel tap, followed by a louder, sharper one. He knew that tap – had known it for many, many years. And it was not Abby's. The sound had come from his right, where the door to a large supply closet stood slightly ajar.

He knew what he would find inside the closet; all the pieces were falling into place now. He didn't want to look, but he knew he had to look, if only to confirm the weird combination of excitement and discomfort he was already feeling.

He slowly opened the door. Jenny had her back to him, one hand gripping Abby's hip while the other was somewhere out of sight, perhaps under Abby's shirt. Abby's ring-clad fingers clutched Jenny's ass tightly as they passionately kissed. A slight moan escaped from one of them, he wasn't sure which, and he realized how hard he was. This would never do!

He cleared his throat quietly and they abruptly stopped moving. Jenny's eyes opened slightly then closed again, and she buried her face in Abby's hair. "Go away, Jethro."

"Nope," he replied simply, placing his hands on their shoulders just enough to separate and turn them slightly towards him.

Jenny's eyes were large and darkened, her face flushed with the heat of arousal. He hadn't seen her like that since – since –

He put that out of his mind and turned his gaze to Abby. Her breathing was rapid and he could see she was trembling slightly. With a hint of a smile he asked, "This your hot date, Abbs?"

She nodded uncertainly, biting her lower lip, not knowing what his reaction might be.

He looked again at Jenny, appraising her from head to toe. "Well, she's certainly hot." With a half smile, he added, "Didn't know she was into this, though."

Abby knew then that he wasn't going to lecture them. "You jealous, Gibbs?" she teased.

Now he grinned widely. "Of course, Abbs, d'you think I'm stupid? I just can't decide which of you to be jealous of."

That startled Abby out of her playful mode. "What?"

Jenny just nodded, and Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "You knew?"

"Of course, Jethro, d'you think I'm stupid?" she gently mocked him.

"Touché," he admitted. He hadn't noticed Abby moving, so intent on Jenny was his gaze, so when he felt her hand cupping the bulge straining his trousers, he sucked air in abruptly and closed his eyes, keeping his balance against their shoulders. He heard Abby's giggle and Jen's throaty chuckle. "Not funny," he growled, forcing himself to push Abby's hand away.

When he opened his eyes Jen's breath was hot against his ear. "2130, Agent Gibbs, my place. Be there."

Stunned, he couldn't do anything but breathe for several moments. Jen's nails briefly grazed the back of his neck. Then the lights went off, they were leaving , and he had to hurry to catch up.

.end.