A/N: Hey ya'll! I'm sorry I haven't updated in, like, days. My school got so hectic and my teachers are being such... teachers. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews I got for the last chapter!

OMG, I totally forgot to put something at the start of this story and A Very Jibbs Story...

DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor will I ever own NCIS, and I assure everyone that I'm not rich enough to buy my own colour pencils.

ENJOY!

They arrived at NCIS at exactly 1400, thanks to Jethro's speedy driving. They got out of the elevator just in time to see Heather and Amelia watch Jade exasperatedly as she shamelessly flirted with Tony.

Jade threw her head back and laughed at something Tony said, and Tony smirked, moving his hand closer to Jade's thigh, almost touching it. Jade, who was sitting Ton's table, one leg on top of the other, noticed the hand that was almost touching her thigh, but did not say anything.

Ariele was sitting on Gibbs' chair, playing the guitar and singing softly with a small notebook propped open in front of her, writing in it occasionally. Lina was sitting on Gibbs' table with her headphones on and her phone in her hand, bobbing her head repetitively. Both Tim and Ziva were looking at their computer screens, occasionally rolling their eyes at the sight of Jade and Tony.

Jade and Tony's faces were now only an inch apart by now, a second away from kissing. Jenny couldn't bear to see anymore. She turned to Jethro and he noticed, looking down at her with a concerned look on his face. She didn't look back at him, just buried her face in his chest.

"Dinozzo!" he barked. Tony's head snapped, along with the rest. Jenny. Looked up and shot him a grateful look before turning around, glaring at Jade. She stalked up to her office in an alarmingly fast pace in her stilettos.

Amelia turned angrily to Jade.

"Jenny has a lot on her mind and being the first female Director of an armed federal agency isn't helping with the situation she is in now. She does not need her godforsaken sister whom she is supposed to protect, sleeping with every single man she encounters!" She said furiously. Jade just stared at her like the rest of them, not being able to think of a retort.

The rest watched, shocked at Amelia as she berated Jade for upsetting Jenny. They had known that Jenny had a fiery temper, but Amelia looked like the sweet type and they weren't expecting it from Amelia, but rather from Heather, who looked and seemed like the overprotective sister.

Amelia turned and ran after Jenny, closely followed by Jethro. She was stopped just as she opened the office door, by an arm on her shoulder. She was met face-to-face with her sister's boyfriend.

"Amelia, I'll go in." he said. She was just about to shrug him off when she saw his look of care and concern when he looked at the closed door on the opposite side of the room. They were both ignoring Cynthia's look of extreme annoyance at being interrupted in her work.

She nodded and walked off towards the bullpen, deciding she could grill Jade a little more.

When he heard the door close, he ignored Cynthia's half-hearted protest and barged into the office. He looked at Jenny, whose back was to him, talking quietly on the phone with someone. He walked until he was directly behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her head.

He felt her tense at first, but then slowly relax into his arms. He started kissing her neck, enjoying the fact that he was allowed to do that now. She tilted her head slightly, giving him more access.

Somehow, she managed not to moan.

"Thank you so much. I'll see you soon, Leon." She said calmly, closing her eyes in pleasure when he started kissing a particular spot.

When he heard the name, he immediately stopped kissing her and looked up at her. She glared at him.

"Why did you stop?"

"Leon Vance?" he asked, straightening himself up and looking at her with suspicion in his eyes.

"Yes, why?" she said, tilting her head and cocking an eyebrow.

"He still owes me money for that danish." He said darkly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Her eyebrow almost disappeared up her hairline.

"How long was that ago?"

"Almost ten years ago…."

"Mmhmm." She said, with an amused smile on her face. She smirked. "Do you have a problem with me asking Leon for help?"

"Leon? Just how close did you two get?"

Her smirk grew wider.

"Are you jealous, Jethro?" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss that left both of them breathless. "Don't worry. He's happily married with two kids."

"I don't trust him, Jen."

There was a long pause where neither of them said anything.

"He was there for me, after I left." She said, "He was like a brother to me. I cried after I left. I cried a lot. And he was always there to offer me a shoulder. You don't have to like him, Jethro. You just have to trust him."

Jethro sighed. He really didn't want to have to trust the guy, but he had been there for his Jenny while he was getting married to another woman.

"Ok,"

She leant her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his middle. She kissed his neck lightly and nuzzled it slightly.

"Thank you," she whispered. Her voice was slightly muffled, but she was so comfortable in that position that she didn't bother looking up again when she continued to speak. "He agreed to fly over from L.A for a few weeks to help me find Benoit. He has some contacts that might be of some help."

"What about the team? What about Abby, Ducky and Palmer-"

"They are not in any immediate danger, as far as we know. I don't think Benoit knows how close we are to the-"

The door flung open, revealing a man who was carrying a brown parcel and wearing a cap. Cynthia pushed him aside and explained hurriedly.

"I'm sorry, Director Shepard, but this personal mailman," she said exasperatedly, gesturing to the man beside her. "Said he has to deliver a parcel and has been waiting for ten minutes outside your office, ma'am. He has another delivery-"

"I have twelve deliveries today, ma'am." Said the man, in a deep, gruff voice. Cynthia rolled her eyes and left. He took off his cap to reveal brown eyes. "I'm sorry to interrupt, ma'am, but I'm running on a tight schedule today and I can't afford to be late."

"It's okay, you're only doing your job." She said politely, ignoring the fact that he was giving her elevator eyes. He smiled charmingly and handed her a parcel wrapped in brown paper and tight with a string. He handed her a piece of paper and pointed to a line at the bottom of the paper.

"Sign here, ma'am."

She handed Jethro the parcel and signed the paper.

The mailman was just about to leave when he turned around and said, "Say, would you mind going out to dinner with me sometime?"

He didn't realize that Jethro was glaring at him with such venom that he ought to have died instantly. His jaw was tight and his knuckles were clenched tightly around the parcel, almost crushing it.

Jenny looked both taken aback and flattered. But then, she saw Jethro looking at the mailman with such hatred and she quickly replied.

"That's very sweet, but I'm currently unavailable." She said carefully.

He looked very disappointed.

"If that changes, your secretary has my number."

And with that, he was out the door.

Jenny looked at Jethro, waiting for him to say something. She wasn't disappointed.

"'Currently'?" he said, narrowing his eyes at her. "What do you mean by 'you're currently unavailable'?"

Jenny rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, Jethro you are such a child." She said. He pouted mockingly, and she kissed him softly. "You know I was just saying that so that I could let him down gently."

They were interrupted once again when someone knocked on the door. Cynthia came in and cast a look at Jenny.

"Director, did that mailman ask you out?" she asked.

"Yes, and before you ask, I said no." she said, indicating Gibbs beside her.

Cynthia got her hint and said, "Good. He hit on me and I turned him down as well. He was such a jerk outside and when I told him the Director was a woman, he scoffed. He's more of a chauvinist than he is, if that's possible." She jerked her head at Jethro, and Jenny laughed. Jethro glared at Cynthia, who flinched for a moment then just smiled at him.

"I should've kicked his ass instead of letting him down gently, then." She said regretfully, clicking her tongue. "Cynthia, if you don't have anything else to do, you may go out for lunch."

"Thank you, Director."

Jenny waited until the door was fully closed before turning to the parcel that was placed upon her desk. She took out a knife and cut the strings open before neatly unwrapping the brown paper. She tipped the contents of the parcel onto the table and found some more photographs. She looked at Jethro and bit her lip. She cautiously picked one up and looked at it. It was a picture of Ziva in front of an apartment, rummaging inside of her bag for something. She handed it to Jethro with a painful look on her face. She picked up another one. This time, it was of Abby, talking into her phone. She quickly passed that photo to Jethro, too. She picked another one up and it was of Ducky and Palmer, walking to their separate cars together. The next photo was of Tim typing on his typewriter, and the next was of Tony drinking in a bar. The very last one was of the whole team together with Jenny and Gibbs on a night out together.

"I stand corrected. The team is now officially involved." Sighed Jenny.

She just wished this would stop, and it barely even started.

YAY! I think I'm able to do an update tomorrow, but I'm not so sure 'cause I still have a pile of homework to finish.

Tell me what you think! :D

-Nat.