AN: Thank my third period study hall for this.

I: Ink

Jennifer Sheppard let out a hiss of air as she slid her underwear over the spot of tender, newly inked flesh. She was never going out with Abby and Ziva again. Her entire body was throbbing, her head felt like it was going to explode, and now this.

She had a faint recollection of visiting the tattoo parlor, but by that point her brain had been fully corrupted by the tequila. Tequila because Abby just had to choose the one form of alcohol that Jen couldn't power through. After three shots, she was spilling all the steamy details. After five, she'd started to describe how he made love—in explicit detail. At eight, she was giggling in a tattoo parlor getting his initials tattooed on her inner hip.

LJG, three simple letters that had all the potential to ruin her life. It was a mixed blessing though. The press would never see the result of her late-night tequila binge, but he would, and she'd never hear the end of it.

As is was, she was already late for work and extremely hung-over. His gruff voice interrupted her train of thought, "Hung-over?"

"No, not at all, I make it a point to look like this every morning," her sarcasm was biting as her eyes alighted on him with a grudging glare.

"Well I did bring you coffee, but if you're not going to be nice about it…"He turned like he was about to leave.

"Never mind, I love you, blah blah blah."

"When you put it so nicely, I just can't stop myself." He handed her the cup of Jamaican blend. "Ziva said you had lots of fun last."

After a few quick gulps she responded, "Loads."

"I'm glad…so since we didn't get a chance to do certain things last night…" His voice trailed off as he approached her; his eyes darkening into a deep cobalt. He started to kiss her, and her hung-over brain didn't connect with her sleep-deprived body until his hand moved to her hip. She let out a pained gasp. He pulled back immediately, "Jen?"

"I've got a, a surprise for you." She pulled away the cotton material being careful of the reddened skin. He let out a sigh when he saw the three black letters engraved into the skin of her hip.

"That's new." His voice was gruff with shock.

"Abby's idea."

"Mmmmhmmmm." He pulled her in for another kiss.

AN: I hope you liked it. The last three lines of dialogue popped into my head last May and I finally got around to the story for them now. I'm going to ask for 7 reviews before I post "J" because I'm selfish. :)