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A/N: I know that this hasn't been updated in two years. Hopefully it still has some fans though. For anyone that needs a refresher, this takes place the morning after the second flashback from chapter 6.
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When Jenny woke up the next morning, she had a slight pounding in her head from the bourbon she'd had. Groaning a bit when she tried to move, the memories of the previous evening came rushing back to her. Storming over to Gibbs' house, yelling at him for the less than professional conduct with the press, the slight shock she felt hearing his feelings about her, showing him just how she felt as they made love under his boat. 'That damn boat. Well that explains why my body feels like it's been beat up.' At some point during the night, they had made their way up to his room. Trying to sit up in the bed, she was held down by the weight of Gibbs' arm across her waist.
"Jethro," she whispered softly, shaking the arm around her waist, "you need to let me up. I have to be back at my place before my detail arrives."
"Call and tell them that I picked you up for a breakfast meeting. That I need to discuss a case with you," he suggested, "I will just bring you in after."
Shaking her head lightly, she turned over in his arms. "Sounds to me you have this all worked out," she teased, before turning serious; "we really do need to discuss what happened between you and the news people yesterday."
Flashing a lazy smirk, he reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair. "Jen, you know I'm not going to apologize."
"That's not the point Jethro; you can't just keep attacking the press."
"What the hell do you want me to say? We both know I'd be lying if I said it won't happen again."
Sighing softly, she resigned herself to the fact that he was right. She knew that he could never change, that she didn't really want him to change. Willing to try and compromise, she leaned up and rested her head in her hand. "Would you at least TRY to avoid situations like that?"
Reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he leaned in and pecked her lips gently. "I'm not making any promises, but I will try."
Laughing lightly at his response, she just shook her head. "Somehow I have a feeling we will have this conversation again next time you have a high profile case."
Smirking at her lightly, he did nothing to dispute that fact; before saying the one thing that caused her to groan. "If I have anything to say about it we will."
