AN: Hey what's that! That's right it's "C"! I would like to say thanks to ellie for her constructive criticism. With no further ado "Couch."
C: Couch
Jen had a couch in her office, and, contrary to popular belief (and numerous betting pools), she and Jethro had never done anything more than kiss on the damn thing. Of course, the rumors were not without cause. Many people had walked into her office early in the morning only to find Madame Director and the Silver-Haired Fox both asleep on her couch.
It was in both their natures to work like dogs, and most nights would find them both up doing paperwork until he'd walk into her office and sit on the couch, pouring two cups of bourbon. She would close her files and walk over taking a glass and sitting on his lap.
One night she turned to him after taking her first sip. "Do you ever think we work too much?"
His answer was immediate. "No Jen I don't because if we didn't I wouldn't be sitting here with an angel in my lap."
She slapped her hand against his chest gently and spun around to face him. "True," she paused to lean down, "but you forgot my favorite part," and she kissed him pausing only to whisper, "Love you."
AN: I know you're reading it so please review it. Without criticism I won't become a better author. Plus I know you're just itching to press the pretty button…
