A/N: This chapter is finally complete. My new job is taking up way more time than I thought it would, and my head cold set me back writing. I would just like to say thank you to my lovely reviewers; writingfreak145, louise, deidi, blackwidowmistress, Miss Jayne, and HesMines. I love your feedback and input :) I'm dedicating this chapter to Miss Jayne, who is pushing through another year of Everyday Thoughts. This will (hopefully) put you in the mood to write a little more, or at least make you smile :)

Jen stepped back into her bedroom after her shower, her robe cinched at the waist. She'd already dried her hair, pulling the curls into a low ponytail. She'd bypassed makeup- she rarely wore it at home anyway. Selecting a pair of simple black track pants and a plain white long-sleeved shirt, she slipped into them, hanging her robe back up.

She walked down her stairs, her hand running over the banister. She was mildly curious as to what Jethro had done during her shower, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know. Reaching her entryway, she looked around, frowning. Where was Jethro?

She walked towards her study, shaking her head. If he was trying to sneak a bourbon in when she wasn't looking…

"Jethro?"

Finding her study empty, she started to worry. Her house was only so big, and she was sure if Jethro looked hard enough he'd find something to snoop through. Where the hell was he?

"Boo." Gibbs whispered in her ear, coming up behind her. She jumped, turning around to glare at him.

"Jethro what the hell?" Jen demanded, her hands on her hips. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Just wanted to see if I can still sneak up on you." Gibbs replied, grabbing hold of her waist and tugging her closer.

"Well you succeeded. And you managed to make my blood pressure skyrocket." Jen retorted, rolling her eyes, but going with the motion anyway. She slipped her arms around his neck carefully, minding his wound.

"Ah, come on Jen. Live a little." Gibbs said, dropping a kiss to her neck.

"Jethro, I already said no. I think we can survive a month." Jen said, looking at him seriously. Gibbs groaned, his head falling to her shoulder. "Jethro, we went six years. I think we can handle a month."

"Jen we went six years because we had to! I hate having you this close and not being to touch you."

"Jethro you can touch me…just nothing more than that." Jen said, causing Gibbs to glare at her. "Jethro, glaring at me isn't going to change anything."

"Jen…" Gibbs whined, but Jen slipped a hand over his mouth, silencing him.

"Shut up." he continued to glare, but eventually relented, capturing her hand in his.

"Fine."

"What are we going to do for a month?" Jen inquired, walking into the living room and sinking onto the couch, grabbing a book from the side table.

"I have-"

"No Jethro. Don't even start." Jen interrupted, not looking up from her novel. Gibbs sent her a glare before sitting down next to her on the couch. He contented himself with stroking his fingertips up her thigh, watching her face flush pink. "I'm warning you…"

"You said I could touch. So that is what I am doing." Gibbs said, throwing her own words in her face. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest again when he drew his hand up her thigh.

Jen felt Gibbs' fingers on her thigh, and it took all of her strength not to close her eyes. She continued to read her book, but she'd been reading the same sentence five times. If he was going to be like this for the entire month, it was going to be a long four weeks.

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They'd managed to survive the rest of the day without much major incident, although Jethro decided to try and put too much weight on his injured shoulder, causing his shoulder to once again bleed through his bandages, again. His frustration at being injured was causing him to be an idiot, and Jen didn't know how to make him listen. She'd made her 'no sex' rule in hopes that he wouldn't injury himself, but it appeared that that was only making things worse. It wasn't that she didn't want him to touch her; she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, but she couldn't stand the thought that he would hurt himself more because of her. She wanted him to understand that if he could wait this month out, then he would get his strength back faster.

They'd just finished eating and were just settling down to watch a movie when there was a knock on Jen's front door. She sighed and kissed him once before standing up, rolling her neck as she walked to her door. She opened the door to reveal a nervous-looking Abby.

"Hi, Director. I hope this isn't a bad time. The team signed a get-well card for Gibbs and asked me to bring it to him. And…I was hoping I could see him." Abby said, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Jen smiled softly, opening the door wider to allow the girl to enter.

"It's fine, Abby. He's right in there."

"Gibbs!" Abby squealed, running to him in her platform boots, throwing her arms up. Gibbs pushed the thick afghan off of his legs that Jen had thrown over them before the movie had started, standing before Abby attacked him. He winced when her hand brushed his injured shoulder, and she must have felt it, because she pulled away, her face reflecting Jen's.

"Ohmigosh I am so sorry Gibbs! Are you okay, well I mean I know you can't be okay because you got shot and everything but I mean does it hurt? Well that's a stupid question I mean, of course it hurts because you got shot but I mean…"

"Abs, breathe. I'm fine. I'm in good hands." Gibbs said, looking up and meeting Jen's gaze. She bit her lip, a blush crossing her face and lowering her gaze so that her eyes wouldn't betray her emotion. Unbeknownst to them, Abby caught the entire exchange and filed it away. Something was definitely going on between them, she was sure.

"Are you listening to the Director, Gibbs? 'Cuz if you're 'listening' like you listen in the office, I don't think you're going to be doing any healing." Abby said, her hands on her hips and her tone scolding. Gibbs rolled his eyes and Jen hid a giggle in her hand.

"Abby, so far he's been a good patient. He just needs to learn his limits." Jen said, raising an eyebrow at him. To Gibbs, her insinuation was clear, and Abby picked up on it, though she didn't show it.

"Well Gibbs, learn your limits. We miss you, and you too Director. It isn't the same without Mommy and Daddy." Abby said, pouting slightly. She handed the blue envelope to Gibbs, a smile replacing the pout. "This is from the team, Ducky, and I."

"Thanks, Abs." Gibbs said, accepting the envelope with a nod.

"No problem Gibbs. Get better soon!" Abby said, hugging him carefully. She pulled away and hugged a surprised looking Jen, causing Gibbs to laugh. "Good luck Director! Tony and Ziva and Timmy and Ducky want to see you guys too. Can I tell them that they could visit you guys?"

"Um…why don't you give it a week or two, Abby? Let Jethro's shoulder heal a little before we have more visitors." Jen suggested, using his first name without thinking. Abby's eyes widened, but she said nothing.

"Sure Director. I have to go; the nuns will be wondering where I am. We have a tournament this weekend and Sister Rosita is trying to bowl a perfect game." Abby said, bouncing happily. She waved to them both before turning and leaving, shutting the door quietly behind. Jen turned to Gibbs, her eyes wide.

"She drinks way too much caffeine."

"Yeah, but that's the Abby we know and love." Gibbs said with a shrug, beckoning Jen to sit back down next to him. She curled into his uninjured side, her head resting on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, absently running his hand along her spine as the movie started. Jen sighed quietly, cuddling closer to him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. For once, Gibbs didn't push his luck, just enjoyed having her in his arms for the first time in six years.

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As soon as she had left the Director's house, Abby put her phone to her ear, Tony's number dialed. As soon as he picked up, she squealed in his ear.

"I'm going to win this pool!"