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CHAPTER 8
This chapter is based on the episode Jeopardy
Jennifer Shepard tried to stay as still as possible, not wishing to alert her capturer that she was nervous and trying to find a way out. In fact, he looked more nervous, rubbing his hands and pacing frantically around the room, every so often checking his watch.
She didn't know why the hell he chose her, he would have been much better of with Mr Director. They had managed to corner her in a coffee run, she had already killed/wounded three of his men.
And now she was stuck in the little room beside the hangar, with a guy who looked like he needed to seriously go to an asylum near her, and the guy who was killed by the guy who seriously needed to go to an asylum. Not fun.
She wondered how Jethro was feeling. She remembered all to clearly the time when she had given herself up as a hostage to a teenage kid with a bomb strapped to her chest, and she had heard from secret whispers that Jethro was beside his mind with worry, even ready to leave the Navy Yard and come like a 'white knight' to her rescue.
This situation would have made his worry then seem like nothing compared to now. She was very tempted to laugh. She could just imagine his face…all contorted with pain and anguish…eyes clouded with murder…ready to rescue her and when he did, he would take her into his arms and whisper little nothings in her ear….
What? Why the hell was she thinking of that at a time like this! She didn't even like the guy, and now, she was fantasying about him?
Jen became sober once more, trying to think of a suitable escape route, or a way to kill her capturer.
The office was dark when Jen arrived back in the car with Jethro, Tony driving and Ziva sitting sulkily in the shotgun seat. Jethro had denied Ziva the position, knowing only all too well how Ziva drove.
Jennifer smiled smugly as Jethro escorted her protectively to her desk, looking rather like the golden retriever that she had never been allowed to have. He would have done perfectly, of course. A little training wouldn't hurt though.
"Thank you, Jethro," she replied smoothly, as she sat down at her desk, beginning to pack her bags. McGee was already sitting at his desk, and was eyeing the interaction between Jen and Gibbs with poorly disguised curiosity.
"McGee," they both turned to face McGee, who emitted a noise that sounded something like a squeak. Jen smiled kindly at him, which was bound to make him more scared than happier.
"Go home, Tim."
McGee had left the bullpen before the word 'Tim' had even managed to escape her lips. He crashed into an incoming Tony and Ziva, looked at them wildly, before taking the stairs, a thing he rarely did. Jen hid a small chuckle.
She noticed that Jethro had disappeared, probably back into his office, when Tim was trying to escape. She felt kind of strange, not having him ask her out for dinner or anything, just leaving abruptly. The habit of continuously rejecting him was growing on her, she liked his forlorn and lonely glances. She couldn't help the cruelty.
Tony and Ziva were eyeing her, she waved them off, and they rushed as quickly as possible to the elevator, almost as eager as McGee. Jen couldn't help the smile that reappeared as Jethro descended the staircase once Tony and Ziva had left the bullpen. She stood up to meet him.
"Hello Jethro," she greeted silkily, trying to be subtly flirtatious, leaning against her sturdy desk, her curling hair waving around her shoulders. His wary gaze met hers, and he could see the little machines in his brain whirling to try and figure out why she was acting in this manner.
"Hi, Jen," he took an unsure step towards her, squinting at her face.
"Do I have something on my face?" Jen acted as if she was confused, rubbing the skin around her lips.
"No," his voice was all crackly. He cleared his throat and tried again, "No. I just want to know how you are doing, after, you know, getting captured…" His voice broke again. Jen decided to take the step.
"Would you like to come over for dinner today? You could do with a good meal, I'll whip something up," Jen suggested lightly as she began to pack her bag. She did no miss the action of Jethro's careful eyes lighting up, before turning suspicious.
"You are inviting me over for dinner?" What are you going to do? Jethro questioned her. Jen knew his unspoken thought.
"Can't a person invite her old partner over for dinner? We need to catch up, remember," Jen began to walk to the elevator. Jethro chuckled.
"Well, aren't you coming?"
"Wait, I'll be at your house at 2000, still have a bit of unfinished paperwork and the works," Jethro waved, making for the stairs. Jennifer smirked as she pressed the down button on the elevator. Jethro was just classic.
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Next chapter is....*KABOOM*.
That pretty much gives it away....keeping my lips sealed.
