a/n: girls will be girls
"Battery Operated Devices"
Jenny Shepard stormed around her brownstone, furious. There was nothing more infuriating than losing a television remote — and she didn't even use it that often. If there was one way to torture someone, it would be to break into their house and steal all of their remotes — it caused murderous rages that ruined an evening.
"Jen, we can do somethin' else."
"We're watching the movie, Jethro!"
"Maybe this is a sign — "
"WE ARE NOT HAVING SEX UNTIL I FIND THE REMOTE AND WE USE IT TO WATCH THE MOVIE."
Gibbs didn't say anything else, and Jenny continued her rampage — she'd sent him to look in random parts of the house, wondering if she'd sleepwalked it somewhere or something, while she ripped the bonus room apart. She flipped over couch cushions and ripped open drawers and just when she thought she'd lost her mind, she happened to kick so violently at the couch that it moved and the remote dislodged from underneath it.
She shrieked in triumph and grabbed it, turning to flick on the television — dead; wasn't working. Gritting her teeth, she wrenched open the back and glared at one of the missing batteries.
She stormed down the hall to her bedroom, glancing at Gibbs' back. He was rummaging lazily through some drawers.
"Found it. Hey, have you seen the…?" she started to ask for batteries, but he turned around with something in his palm and she froze, switching gears. "Oh," she muttered.
He arched his eyebrows.
"That's not a remote, Jethro."
"It has buttons," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but they're not for a TV. Why are you in my drawers?"
"You said go look in weird places."
"So you went snooping."
"Yeah."
She glared at him — he didn't even try to deny it, and he sat down on her bed and examined the button for a minute. He pushed his thumb down on one and tilted his head as the motorized device turned on. She rolled her eyes and stormed over, grabbing it and turning it off. Well, not exactly. She accidentally hit the second button, and it got … louder. Gibbs laughed at her.
"Why do you have that?"
"Because I'm a grown adult," Jenny fired back pointedly, "who does not always have a man at her disposal."
"Yeah, but you got me now."
Jenny turned off the device and replaced it in her drawer, giving him a prim look.
"So you think I should throw away my vibrator."
He shrugged.
"Men; so naive."
"Aw, c'mon, Jen, I'm not good enough for you?"
"Sometimes I use it after you leave when you slack off."
He glared at her, obviously affronted, and she patted her bedside table.
"Maybe I'll need it tonight," she sighed flightily.
Gibbs grabbed her and pulled her down on his lap firmly.
"We'll see about that," he growled.
-alexandra