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I love the Honor Code scenes. So I included it in the story. This is just the first chapter on Honor Code

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CHAPTER 5

This chapter and the following are based on Honor Code

Jennifer wound her hair into a small bun that morning, a few spiky strands protruding. It was yet another day at work, and she was getting ready. Ziva had been in their team for several weeks, and had begun to learn how to become a good investigator. Jethro had told her one morning without much notice, which had angered her slightly. He was very cocky nowadays, walking by the bullpen and staring at Jen for a few moments, before continuing back surreptitiously back to his little nest, unnerving Jen. Yet Ziva was faring well, and Jennifer enjoyed her female company, and their similar tastes involving clothes and drinks....and weaponry and tactics.

On the topic of Jethro, Jen found it slightly shocking that Gibbs was doing well as Director. The agency hadn't completely crashed under his leadership, and she was glad for that fact. Jobs were hard to come by these days. Yet on a more personal level, even though they weren't very personal, Jen was avoiding every little comment he dropped about possibly restarting their relationship. Gibbs had let it drop now, and she found herself comfortable with the current state of the workplace.

Hours later she found herself waltzing through the elevator doors, a sure cup of Starbucks coffee in her hand. Jen had found she had liked Gibbs' old coffee, the bitter brew that she could never use to stand (unless in dire circumstances where she couldn't get her hand on a cup of caffeine), a reason for that was probably because she was almost living his life. She was still quite confused with her sudden existence change, but she had decided to just move on, and let whatever this existence decided to bring her come to her. Just maybe not Jethro.

A sudden buzz came through her phone and she flipped it open. A Navy Commander was missing, and his son had been left at the amusement park. Jen walked into the bullpen, to be assaulted with the sight of her team bantering as usual, and all the craziness which surrounded that action. She hid the smile and barked out, "Gear Up!" Ziva asked about the case, and was briefed briskly.

Jen found herself watching the small boy, Zachery, later, at her desk. She felt slightly saddened by the sight, the boy was as young as her Kelly, the sweet innocence of childhood surrounding him. He was intelligent though, knew what to do in tough situations. He had demonstrated that with his ability to escape from the kidnappers, a well aimed blow to the jugular did hurt, Jenny knew that well.

She smiled as the child walked towards her, clearly bored with the pens and paper he had been given. Jenny found a spare glove in one of the drawers, and began to blow into it, the plastic inflating larger and larger. Zach laughed, Jennifer passing him the now inflated glove.

She remembered admiring Jethro's skill with children once, the warmth he treated them with juxtaposed with his normal nature. He would have made a good father.

"Director wants to see you," Ziva announced, walking in with Tony.

"He say what he want?" Jen got up, her emotions suddenly in turmoil. Ziva just shrugged, as she went back to her desk. Tony didn't provide an answer either. Jen was stuck. She knew she had to go up to see him, a situation which could turn very, very awkward. She bit her lip, took a deep breath though her nostrils, and continued up the stairs.

Jethro stood there, languid his pose, gazing at her as she walked up the stairs. Jenny felt so self-conscious, her sharp bun making her feel so open. Maybe she should have let her hair down to cover her face…She reached the top, and leaned on the railing next to Jethro.

"I've noticed you always had a way with children," he always began the conversation in a distant tone, "You seem to get along…well with Zachery." How very formal of you, she thought. She didn't want to have a chit-chat with him.

"What do you want me for, Director?" Jen turned around to eye Jethro, her lips pursed impatiently. Jethro turned to face her, his facial expression relaxed and unhurried. He gazed at her seriously, and seemed to decide that she definitely was not in the mood.

"I've spoken with both the FBI and NSA…." he began his professional monologue which Jen hoped would be over soon, so she could relieve herself of his presence.

Finally, he had finished, and she smiled, painfully, ready to leave his tense presence.

"Ever thought of having one of your own?"

Jen stopped in her walk to the stairs, turning back to face him. She felt the inevitable burn start on her cheeks.

"Excuse me?" her mind couldn't turn fast enough. She unconsciously walked back to him.

"I mean, like, have a kid," he clarified. She was shell-shocked for two seconds.

"Is that…" she managed to choke out, a slight blush now covering her cheeks. Jethro barked out a harsh laugh, having the grace to at least let his ears redden too.

"No, that is not an offer, Jen," he smirked, as if to add but it could be. She bit her tongue to stop the words from coming out, and a few seconds of awkward silence passed between them.

"Well," she began, trying to plot her escape route, "I'd…better be going then…" She turned and began to walk with muffled footsteps. Jethro broke out of his reverie.

"Yes…" he cleared his throat, "Yes…"

Jennifer couldn't flee fast enough.

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