3: Public indecency

18-7-301. Public indecency. Statute text (1) Any person who performs any of the following in a public place or where the conduct may reasonably be expected to be viewed by members of the public commits public indecency: (a) An act of sexual intercourse; or (b) An act of deviate sexual intercourse; or (c) A lewd exposure of the body done with intent to arouse or to satisfy the sexual desire of any person; or (d) A lewd fondling or caress of the body of another person. (2) Public indecency is a class 1 petty offense. History Source: L. 71: R&RE, p. 453, 1. C.R.S. 1963: 40-7-301. Annotations ANNOTATION Annotations Am. Jur.2d. See 50 Am. Jur.2d, Lewdness, Indecency, and Obscenity, 17. (I think this falls under state law but I couldn't find anything else so this will have to do)

"I can't believe I let you convince me to do that."

"Me? I'm not the one who first started to take off her clothes."

"I'm not the one who ripped all the buttons of my blouse."

"And I'm not the one who initiated a kiss in a public place."

"That was your fault. You couldn't keep your hands to yourself."

"And you couldn't contain yourself until we got home?"
"All right, break it up you two. I don't care if you are a Special Agent and the Director of NCIS, you've been arrested for public indecency and even more, all that yelling is keeping us from our work.

The cop quickly retreated when he got treated to two glares that scared the hell out of him.

"It's still your fault."

She rolled her eyes at him and put her hands around the bars of their cell and yelled at the cop that was walking away.

"Hey, we still get one call."

"And who do you want to call? DiNozzo would have a field day if he found out."

She bit back a smile. "And Ducky would start to tell that story about the one time he."

Jethro groaned. "Oh no, not that story again."

"Don't worry, I'm going to call Ziva, I'm sure she can keep her mouth shut."

"Didn't she leave for that family reunion last night?"

"She did! I completely forgot about that!"

Gibbs and Jenny looked at each other. Both somehow still decent. Kind of. There was only one person left for them to call.

"Gibbs I'm so proud of you!"

"Abby, what did I tell you?"

"Sorry, I'm not going to say another word." She pretended to lock her mouth and threw away the key.

Gibbs turned around in the front seat of the car, Jenny avoided his eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment, but he caught it anyways.

It was silent for a few more minutes.

"So, where did they find you? Were there other people around?"

"Abby!" This time they silenced her together. She stayed quiet until she dropped them off in front of Gibbs' house.

"Not a word to the team. Or Ducky."

"I promise." Abby smiled and drove off.

"I'm not sure if I still want to go back to work tomorrow."

"Abby won't tell."

"That's what you think."

Together they walked to the door.
"I think I probably should go home."

"You sure?"

She nodded in conformation. Then she turned around and walked to her car, the one she'd left in his driveway late last night. She was sure she would never take another late night walk with him ever again. Not now, not ever.

He watched her as she drove away too. He wasn't sure how to react. Yesterday, things had looked so great for them. Finally they'd reconnected again. And quickly things had escalated, become more heated, passionate. Not that he had minded, but the two cops that showed up were definitely a buzz kill.

Thinking about it, he had to admit, it was probably not a smart idea to have sex in the middle of a park. Even if it was in the middle of the night and while they were hidden behind a few trees and bushes. Knowing Jenny, he was sure she was eating herself up about it, being the director of a Federal Agency made sure things like this were very likely to enter the public. The gossip readers of Stars and Stripes would have a field day if they heard about it.

Then, he remembered something and went inside to make a call. It took him a while to finally find the number he needed.

"Greg? It's Jethro."

"Yes, I know it has been a while. Listen, I need to ask you a little favour."

A week had past since the unmentionable incident. For some strange reason, no one at NCIS had found out about it. It looked like Abby had kept her promise and the call Gibbs made to an old friend had made sure none of it was featured in the last edition of Stars and Stripes.

They hadn't spoken the entire week. Not even something work related. Gibbs had behaved, no one was mad at him and even the FBI wasn't bothering them. And Jenny stayed away too, hidden in her office or in MTAC.

Abby had noticed the lack of conversation between Gibbs and the Director, after those seven days she had enough. She decided to take matters in her own hands. She called Cynthia and asked her to come up with some kind of excuse to send the Director in the elevator. Abby herself called Gibbs, telling him she had found new evidence in their latest case. When Cynthia gave the sign she knew they were in the elevator together. She hacked into the mainframe of the elevator and pulled the emergency switch internally. Now all she had to do was wait.

Twenty minutes should be enough.

Right?

A strange sound was heard inside the elevator. Like the cable holding the entire thing got stuck. The two of them looked up at the sound, even though there was nothing to be seen.

The elevator stayed in the same place, there was no indication of moving.

Gibbs pushed a few buttons, trying to make it work again.

Nothing happened.

They tried to call the technical division, in charge of the elevators, but the phone inside the elevator wasn't working. It started to look like a bad plot for a crazy story.

Gibbs sat down on the elevator floor, looking at Jen who was starting to pace around the small space.

"Jen calm down, it'll be fixed in no time."

"This is not an accident. I'm sure."

He patted the floor next to him. "Just sit down, I promise it won't take long."

With a sigh, she gave in, "Fine,".

Five minutes became ten, ten became fifteen. And Jenny was getting more restless with every minute.

"What's taking so long?"

"Jen, calm down."

"stop telling me to calm down, I think I can decide for myself when I want to calm down." She glared at him to give her statement more force. He raised his hands in mock surrender. They were quiet again, he glanced to his left, stealing a look at her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily.

"Jen?"

Her eyes snapped open. "What?"

"I though you'd gotten over your claustrophobia."

"Apparently not." She snapped back. It had been years since something like this had happened. She tried to control her breathing again. Hyperventilating was something she couldn't use right now. Usually, when the elevator moved, she didn't mind being in such a small space. But staying there, for more than fifteen minutes. That was something she didn't like.

At all.

"Come here."

She looked at him, a little confused and uncertain. He made the decision for her and pulled her against him, in a position where she was almost lying down.

"Just breathe with me, Jen." She closed her eyes again, trying to get her breaths even with his.

"Imagine a place, somewhere where you're completely relaxed." Her breathing became more even, and a smile started to form on her lips.

His curiosity got the best of him.

"Where are you?"

"In the park."