Biological Fix
by MyOwnWorstCritic

She entered her house, saying goodbye to her security detail and locking the door behind her. She faintly heard the TV on in her study, and briefly considered calling her security back. She decided against it, but still un-holstered her gun, removing the safety. She was still in her coat as she treaded the hall quietly. She pushed the door to her study open, and lowered her gun.

"Jethro!" The man in question was sitting on her couch, in front of her TV. His feet were propped up on the coffee table, and one of his hands held a plate of food. He never diverted his eyes from the TV, and brought the fork, containing a piece of chicken, up to his mouth.

"Hmm?" he asked, his eyes finally meeting hers. She raised her eyebrows. He smiled a little and removed his feet from the table.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Kitchen." And his eyes were back on the TV. She rolled her eyes and shrugged out of her coat, dropping it on the arm of the couch. She sat down next to Gibbs, who turned to her, ignoring the TV. He picked up a piece of chicken, and brought it up to his mouth, when her hand on his wrist stopped him. She tried to guide his fork to her mouth, but he shrugged out of her grip. She whined, and frowned, pouting. He chuckled. She looked like a little child, deprived of her favorite toy. Her hair framed her face, and fell up to above her shoulders. He knew the flush in her cheeks were caused by the cold outside, and he couldn't help but smile. He leaned forward, keeping his hand away. "You could just ask." He then guided the fork to her mouth, and watched as she caught the food with her teeth, and he slowly slipped the utensil out of her mouth. She moaned, and then chewed her food. He smiled at her.

He set the fork down, and picked up a vegetable, and fed it to her with his fingers. After a while, she had enough, and pushed his hand away. He put it back on the plate, and licked his fingers. She glanced briefly at the screen, but he guided her gaze back to him, by a finger under her chin, and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. She linked her hands behind his neck to bring herself closer to him. He lifted her onto his lap, and she voiced her approval with a little moan.

She pulled away, and he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"How's my girl doing?"

"It might be a boy, Jethro," she said, amusement clearly showing in her eyes.

"Jen, it's a girl," he said pointedly, and their hands met on top of her slightly expanded abdomen. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. "And it doesn't matter because I wasn't talking about her."

"I'm not your girl." She lifted her head back to look at him.

"No, you're my woman."

"And what if you're my man?" She was absentmindedly tracing an invisible line on his arm.

"Nah, you're still my woman." He smiled when he heard her mutter something along the lines of 'chauvinist' and pulled her close. He turned back to the TV with her still in his arms. He knew that it was the best way for her to fall asleep, and sleep she needed. Soon, he felt her steady, deep breaths. He looked down and saw her peacefully asleep. She was turned to the TV, with her forehead pressing lightly against his neck. He took one of her hands in his, and smiled at her size compared to his.

In the background the TV was on, something about poetry and some Lord.

"Friendship may, or often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship." He only caught that last phrase as he lifted Jenny and walked out of the room, ascending the stairs quietly.

He gently laid her down on the bed, and decided she wasn't going to sleep uncomfortably. He started by undoing her ridiculously high-heeled boots, giving it a hard tug before the thing came off. He grimaced when he thought how it was to actually wear it. He removed her skirt next, smiling when she moaned at the silky fabric gliding over her skin. He sighed when he realized she was wearing pantyhose. He wrestled with it for five minutes, until it came off, and he made sure it was still all in one piece. He removed her sweater and the shirt under it, and finally put everything in the hamper. He knew she didn't like to sleep in a bra, so he removed that too, and then put her in that one NIS sweater she loved so much that technically belonged to him. He pulled the covers and laid her in the bed, covering her with her dark purple sheets. He turned to go, when her hand encircled his wrist.

"Jethro," she said, and he knew she was still half-asleep.

"I'll be right back, Jenny, I'm just gonna turn out all the lights," he whispered, and indeed, he was back in a flash, crawling into bed after her. She craved his warmth, and unconsciously scooted closer to him.

"I'm just saying…"

"I don't care, Tony," Ziva begged as they walked to Abby's lab.

"But it's way cool. "

"Tony, shut up, or I will kill you with my Star of David necklace," she finally threatened. They reached the Goth's lab, and from afar you could sense that something was not right. There was no music. They passed the threshold and Abby jumped in front of them, making Ziva smile and Tony jump back.

"Morning!" Abby hugged Ziva, and then Tony.

"Good morning Abby," Ziva politely greeted.

"So, what brings you guys down to my neck of the woods?"

"'neck of the woods' the hell?" Abby was smiling, and so was Ziva and Tony felt like he was missing something.

"Abby..." The three turned to the Director, who was just coming in. "Oh, I'll come back later."

"No, no! Sit." Abby motioned to her now empty desk. Jenny easily hopped onto the table.

"Jethro has you on protective duty?" Jenny asked.

"Yes ma'am. He's bribing me."

"And blackmailing me," Tony said and they all looked at Ziva.

"What? Do not look at me, I am not being blackmailed. He simply asked me to look after you, Jenny," Ziva said. Jenny smiled.

"Hey Abby," McGee said as he walked into her lab.

"I sure feel special today," Abby commented. "What are you all doing here?"

"Can't we just visit you on a normal day?" Tony said, and they all turned to him. "Just saying..."

"No, Tony," Abby said and they all laughed. "Now the only one missing is Gi—."

"Already here Abs." The man in question gave her a Caf-Pow and she smiled victoriously.

"I knew that would get him here."

"Abby, I need—."

"Get in line, Jethro," Jenny said to the man, with a smirk gracing her features, because she knew that line would stir up one of their memories.

"Who was here first?" Tony's hand shoots up, making Ziva roll her eyes.

"It can wait," Ziva said.

"No, it's can't. Yesterday, I got an e-mail with an article on barnacle reproduction..."

"The one where their penises expand!" Abby said.

"Yes!"

"Their penises expand?" Ziva asked, incredulously.

"Yes, they do, it's so they can have proper sex," Abby said, all excited.

"Hold on, what's a barnacle?" Gibbs asked. Abby looked at him, surprised. Jenny smiled, because she knew what was coming next.

"You don't know what a barnacle is?" Tony asked surprised.

"I don't know what a barnacle is," Ziva commented.

"Yeah, but you're from Israel," Tony commented lightly.

"So?" she asked.

"A barnacle is a type of arthropod belonging to infraclass Cirripedia in the subphylum Crustacea, and that's why it's distantly related to crabs and lobsters. Barnacles are like you, Gibbs, exclusively marine." Jenny smiled at this. "And tend to live in shallow and tidal waters, typically in erosive settings. They are sessile suspension feeders, and have two nektonic larval stages," Abby said. "How do you now know what a barnacle is? It's, like, high school biology!"

"He failed Biology in High School," Jenny said, amusement clearly evident in her sparkling green eyes.

"Gibbs?!" Abby gasped.

"It's true," he confirmed.

'Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs..." Abby said exasperated.

"How do you fail Biology, even I passed i—." Tony stopped at Gibbs' glare. He took a deep breath when the glare was moved off of him, and to Jenny, who was innocently swinging her legs under her. She chuckled at his glare, then winked.

"Who's next?" Gibbs asked, impatiently.

"Me." Jenny hopped off the table and Gibbs was wondering how she landed securely on her feet wearing heels. It was just one of those things that he would never stop wondering. "You're getting new equipment, Abby." Abby's eyes went wide.

"The latest version of the mass spectrometer?" Jenny nodded. "And the new AFIS scan-pad?" Jenny nodded again. "And the new bullet scope?"

"The newest one, that can hold four bullets at the same time," Jenny said, and if it was possible, the Goth's eyes widened even more.

"Thank you thank you, thank you!" She encircled the redhead in a big hug, who smiled and hugged her back.

After Jenny left, the others talked for a while, but no one noticed Gibbs leave, until he was already gone.

The elevator doors opened on the floor to her office, and Jenny was almost halfway out, when she got pushed back in.

"Jen," Gibbs almost growled when the doors were finally closed and the emergency stop button hit.

"How can I help you, Jethro?" she asked amused. He backed her up, into a corner and stood face-to-face with her. She laughed when she realized what he was doing.

"Jethro, contrary to what you believe, you don't intimidate me."

"I'm not trying to," he said huskily into her ear, his breath sending a small shiver down her spine. He cupped her face and brought her lips to his, and they met in a duel of dominance. One of her hands was gripping his shirt; to keep him close and the other was behind his neck. His hand was trailing a searing path down the length of her body and stops at the back of her knee, pulling it upwards. Her skirt was no restraint as it simply moved up with her knee. "How long 'til your next meeting?" he said, breaking free from the kiss.

"I have an hour," she replied and instantaneously his lips were back on hers.

"Hey Abs, what'cha got?" Gibbs asked, coming in. Abby smiled and didn't even mention the red mark on the base of his neck, the red mark that hadn't been there the last time she saw him.

"I don't have anything. You, do," she said pointedly and reached for the Caf-Pow.

"Nuh-uh. What do I have, Abs?"

"Lessons. Starting now. Gimme," she said and reached for the Caf-Pow. Gibbs shook his head and turned to go. "Special Agent Gibbs!" He whirled around to see Abby with one hand on her hip, and the other pointing to her office in the back. She signed something at him.

"You're lying," Gibbs said.

"I'm hurt, Gibbs. I'm not. She's making me do it. Now, go!" As Gibbs passed her, she took the Caf-Pow from him and happily sipped.

Gibbs sat down at her desk. The desk was cleared, with the exception of a legal pad, pencil, eraser and a pen. In front of the desk stood a white board he hadn't seen before. Abby came in and dropped a stack of books in front of him.

"Pick one. We're starting with General Biology first. You get to pick what we do today. DNA, Heredity, Sense Perception, Reproduction and Development, Regulation, Behavior or Order and Evolution."

"Order and Evolution."

"Alright, Gibbs, that's one of my besties!" She was about to turn to write something on the white board, when his hand shot up.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to the bathroom," Gibbs said and was about to stand up when out of nowhere, a wooden ruler slammed down on the table, very close to his hand.

"Sit down!" For quite possibly the first time, Gibbs was a little scared of Abby. "You get a break in an hour."

"Hold on, how long am I here for?"

"I got permission for 180 minutes, not including breaks." She turned back to the board and wrote some things down. Gibbs was thinking of a way to torture his favorite woman in the world, without actually inflicting any pain on the redhead.

"Pay attention!" The ruler slammed down on the table again. "Why aren't you taking this over?"

Gibbs quickly picked up the pen and started taking over the notes.

"Good job, Gibbs. Because you've been a good boy, you get ten minutes extra break. Be back here in 20 minutes, or it's an added 45 minutes," Abby praised, then threatened, although she had a feeling he would be back.

Gibbs nearly ran out of her lab, not bothering with the elevators, instead taking the stairs. He barged past Cynthia and the woman didn't even bother to stop him. Jenny was sitting in her chair with her back to him, looking out the window.

"Yes Jethro?"

"You are the devil," he said lowly, making her chuckle. He walked around her desk and turned her chair to him. She looked much more exhausted than she did earlier. "What's wrong?" She shook her head. "Jen..."

"I'm just a little tired." Gibbs looked at his watch.

"Well go home then," he suggested. She didn't even have to speak for him to know she wouldn't. "At least sleep an hour on the couch, Jen. This is your body telling you to slow down." She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh is it? Is that what you learned in Biology?" She saw a flash of something in his eyes.

"About that, why?"

"It wasn't just my idea, some of it was Abby's." She looked at her watch. "Shouldn't you be back down there?"

Gibbs looked at his own watch. "Shit, I've got 45 seconds. Sleep, Jen," he said and was already out the door.

He made it just in time.

"Good, Gibbs. Now, go sit down so we can start with today's subject," Abby said. "We'll begin with evolution." Gibbs sat down at the desk.

"Mankind used to believe in the Bible, that God made Adam and Eve and that they procreated and all stuff. Over time, there were several biologists who came up with theories to prove this wrong. But the real theory of evolution was developed in the 1900's by Charles Robert Darwin, whose biggest argument was that animals kept changing over time, based on studied fossils..."

Almost three hours later, Gibbs left Abby's lab. The team was dutifully doing paperwork—well, as dutiful as it could get. McGee's fingers were flying over the keyboard, Ziva was writing something down and Tony was trying to annoy the hell out of both of them. After slapping DiNozzo with a 'get to work' and silently praising the other two, he jogged up the stairs. For the first time he stopped in front of Cynthia.

"Is she sleeping in there?" he asked, not wanting to wake her if she was.

"The Director went home." Gibbs looked at his watch; it was only six o'clock.

Since no case had come in, he decided to relieve his team and then head home. He smiled as the three walked to the elevators, chatting. He himself did a few things before leaving. Even though he had most of his clothes at her place, he still passed by his nearly un-used house and grabbed a few things he thought he'd need.

She had slept since 5 o'clock, but she was now wide awake. Gibbs was sleeping next to her, so she softly got out of bed and descended the stairs. She flicked on the light and was pleasantly surprised at the bowl, spoon and ice cream scooper on the counter.

"What a sweetheart," she said softly to herself, and got the ice cream out of the freezer. She hopped onto the counter and sat there silently eating her ice cream, when a shadow alerted her of his presence. She held the bowl forward, silently offering him some. He shook his head. He placed his hands on top of her bare thighs and pulled her closer. He bent down, level with her expanding abdomen. He talked to the baby while she had ice cream. It was moments like this she had always longed for, and never thought she'd have. She finished her ice cream and silently watched him talk to their daughter—of course Jethro was right, she was almost a 100% sure of it.

"...and now, you're gonna go back to sleep and so will your mommy and me," he said, before pressing a soft kiss to her bulge. He led her to the bedroom to sleep, before facing another day...