There is smut in this, so if you don't like then avert your eyes :)
Jenny grimaced as she took in the body of Madeline Harding face down on the living room floor, blood pooling around her, as well as being splattered across the wall and nearby surfaces, the cordless house phone still clutched in her outstretched hand. "Do I even need to ask what cause of death was?" she asked.
Palmer looked up at her, missing the dry tone in her voice he answered. "Cause of death was exanguination." He repeated it again, letting the word roll off his tongue, "exanguination. I like that word, it's fun to say."
Jenny raised her eyebrows as she heard Michelle Lee give a small giggle behind her, that caused Palmer to blush instantly. Ducky missing that small exchange, replied pointedly, "Yes, such a shame the suffering such a wonderful word normally causes our victims."
Swallowing nervously, Palmer muttered apologetically, "Sorry Doctor, I'll just go and get the trolley out of the van."
"I'll help," Michelle piped up, scurrying along behind the departing Palmer, causing Jenny's eyebrows to skyrocket even further. She'd have to keep a careful eye on that situation.
Turning back to Ducky, she saw that he was attempting to conceal a small smile. "What is it?"
He shook his head and gave a small chuckle "I have to admit," he told her. "To being rather fond of that word myself. I really just wish that Dr Palmer would think before he decides to speak."
Jenny laughed lightly. "You have met some of the members of myself and Jethro's teams?"
"Very true," he replied, his smile deepening.
"So." Jenny glanced down at the body. "What happened?"
His face fell. "It looks as though she was stabbed repeatedly and violently. I believe whatever happened started in the kitchen before ending out here as Mrs Harding attempted to escape from her attacker. It would appear, although I cannot confirm until I get her back to Autopsy, that she was stabbed in both her front and back. We believe she dialed 911 herself but was unable to ask for help, so police were sent out to investigate the call, when they got here-" He tailed off and shook his head, then nodding his head towards the kitchen, told her, "I believe the remainder of your team are through there, taking pictures and samples."
"I'll go see what still needs done then," Jenny replied, trying not to look into Madeline Harding's empty, glazed over eyes as she walked past her.
"Where's Mommy?" Lexie asked, peering around the kitchen in confusion.
"She had to go to work," Gibbs told her.
"Oh." Lexie frowned for a moment before looking back up at him in delight. "So if you're still here does that mean you're off today?"
"No," he replied, bemusedly. "It means that I'm stuck getting you ready."
"Why can't you just be off?" Lexie pouted. "I don't want to go to day-care and I'm not saying sorry! Mrs Kelly made me say it yesterday and I didn't mean it, so I'm not saying it again and I will never ever be sorry I pushed her!" Lexie told him vehemently.
Gibbs stared at her flushed, indignant face for a moment, knowing he had to tread carefully. "I'm not going to make you apologize again," he told her. "As long as you know that it doesn't matter what anyone says to you, you're not to hurt them."
"I know," Lexie muttered. "But she wouldn't stop, even though I told her to."
"Well if she does it again then just walk away."
Lexie nodded and then added, "She wouldn't be able to do it again if you and Mommy got married."
Rubbing at the back of his head, Gibbs replied slowly, "It's not as simple as that, Lex."
"Yes it is. And," she beamed up at him. "I could be a bridesmaid, or a flower girl. I'd really like to be a flower girl."
Gibbs leaned over the table and whispered conspiratorially, "You know what I'd really like?"
"What?" Lexie leaned forward, delighted with her new role as confidant.
"For you to eat your cereal."
Lexie frowned at him. "That's a boring wish," she told him, although she complied, chewing her way through another mouthful. After her second she got the gleam in her eyes that always made Gibbs feel uncomfortable - as it always meant she was up to something. Right on cue, she looked up at him, her eyes wide, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Daddy?"
"What?"
"If I eat all my cereal like you want me to, will you marry Mommy like I want you to."
Gibbs chuckled and shook his head. "Nope, sorry Lex but it doesn't work like that."
The spoon dropped back into the bowl and she told him primly, "Well then I don't see the point in eating cereal I don't like."
The smile turned into a frown as he watched Lexie stand up from the table and flounce away. He saw no point in fighting this battle, and so called after her, "Well go and brush your teeth then."
"No," she called back. "Don't want to."
Letting out a low growl, Gibbs decided enough was enough and followed her. This was going to be a long morning.
Jenny smiled as Gibbs slipped into the elevator beside her, his hand slamming into the stop button as soon as the silver doors had slid shut. "So," she drawled. "How did getting Lexie ready this morning go?"
"Slowly," he replied. His eyes roaming appreciatively over her blouse and skirt.
"Oh well, you obviously got there in the end." She stepped closer to the control panel, "Are you going up or down?"
"Down to see Abby," he told her, his eyes moving to her backside.
"Perfect, I'm going to see Ducky."
Just as she moved to hit the switch, he grabbed her wrist, whirling her so that her back was against the door. "Jethro!" she gasped. "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
His mouth trailed from the curve up her shoulder to her ear. "I seem to remember," he whispered gruffly. "Being left high and dry last night. And you promising me that if that happened I'd get to ravish you. In here."
Jenny swallowed heavily as she felt him nip at her ear lobe. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. "I have work to do," she moaned quietly, as one of his hands cupped her breast through her clothes, brushing his thumb over an already sensitized nipple.
He chuckled softly, "I know. Think of this as foreplay, because the next time I get you alone in here…" He trailed off, seeing no need to verbalize the last part, knowing at least part of her would now be thinking about this all day. And with that promise still ringing in her ears, he kissed her deeply, pulling her bottom lips into his mouth, nipping at it softly.
Her fingers curled into his shoulders and hair, tugging him closer, and she gave a whimper of protest when he finally pulled away, his blue eyes aflame. His eyes stayed locked onto hers as he straightened her already mused clothing before pulling her away from the door and finally re-starting the elevator. Abby's lab was the first stop, and he shot her an almost boyish grin as he stepped off the elevator. Waiting until the doors had closed again, Jenny let out a whoosh of breath. She hated it when he teased. Actually, no. What she hated was when he teased and then didn't finish what he started, and as a result she'd be frustrated for the rest of the day. Although, she mused, that was most definitely part of his plan. Well two could play at that game, and next time they were stuck in here she was going to make sure that he was the one begging.
Ducky glanced up as the doors to Autopsy opened with a swish, and smiled when he saw Jenny walk through them. "You're just in time," he told her. "Although I'm afraid Agent Lee bet you here."
Jenny glanced over to where her probationary Agent was standing next to Palmer, and only just resisted the urge to shake her head in disbelief. She didn't think they were involved - yet - but they really weren't very subtle. Instead of commenting on Agent Lee's sudden fondness of Autopsy, she turned to Ducky, replying, "Just in time for what?"
"I can tell you in much more detail how Madeline Harding met her fate. There are two stab wounds to her chest, and numerous slashes to her hands and arms that indicate she attempted to shield herself from the blows. I found skin underneath her fingernails that suggest she also attempted to fight off her attacker. I believe it was at this point she tried to get into the living room to dial 911, and it was at that point that her attacker stabbed her three times in the back, puncturing her spinal cord and piercing her aorta. Death would have came rather quickly after that I'm afraid."
Jenny grimaced at the grisly story. "I take it the skin samples are already en-route to Abby?"
"Of course."
Nodding, Jenny turned her attention to Michelle. "Do you have anything yet?"
Michelle jumped, her slavish adoration of Palmer having been interrupted, she blushed. "N-No," she stuttered. "Although Josh has informed Captain Harding of his wife's death, and Will is tracing Mrs Harding's movements last night, after she left here."
Jenny frowned for a moment, her mind jumping back to how cagey Madeline had seemed near the end of yesterday's interview. "There was no signs of forced entry, was there?"
"No."
"Well then maybe she invited her attacker in. Agent Lee I'd like you to trace all calls made from both her cell and home phone in the hours leading up to her death."
Michelle nodded. "Of course." and with one last long look at Palmer, she turned and left the room.
Jenny simply stared at Abby in disbelief. "Nothing?" she echoed. "No one in that entire database matches the DNA found under Madeline Harding's nails." Jenny scowl deepened as Abby shook her head and replied, "Nope, but once you have a suspect I can test it and-" she stopped talking when she saw the look on Jenny's face.
She hadn't been expecting this, she'd expected the killer to be military, the same person who had killed Leah Davis, and to have gotten onto that base un-noticed surely Leah Davis's killer had a connection to the base. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Jenny tried to decide what she should do next.
Right on cue, Michelle skittered into the lab and Jenny's head snapped up. "Problem?" she asked, her tone quiet and dangerous.
The younger woman twisted her hands nervously and then nodded, "No calls were made from the house phone. We haven't been able to locate Madeline Harding's cell phone though. I tried to get the company she holds the contract with to give me the details, but they want a warrant."
"So go get one!" Jenny snapped.
Michelle nodded once and then darted off again as quickly as her legs could carry her. Jenny turned to see Abby staring her at anxiously, "You ok?" she asked.
"Fine," Jenny mumbled. No matter how much she liked the young Goth, she wasn't about to tell her that it wasn't just the frustration of this case that was getting to her, but sexual frustration as well. She really was going to kill Jethro when she got her hands on him. Letting out one last irate sigh, she turned on her heel and strode away from the lab, towards the elevators. Pushing the call button, she was gratified when the doors immediately opened, however this feeling was quickly replaced by one of annoyance when she realised that it was heading down when she'd wanted to go up. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes for a brief second, hoping that she wouldn't need to make small talk with whoever stepped through the doors. She reopened her eyes just as the doors re-opened at Autopsy level, revealing a slightly smug looking Jethro. "What have you done?" she asked suspiciously.
"Cracked Dinozzo's neck," he replied as he stepped into the confined face.
"I don't even want to know why," Jenny murmured.
Gibbs gave a small chuckle. It had been a demanding day so far - what with the discovery of a second body - and it was barely past lunchtime. He needed distracting, he needed not to think about work for a while, and he needed more than anything to follow through on his promise to ravish Jenny.
His hand hit the button, and the elevator juddered to a halt. Jenny didn't look surprised, she merely arched an expectant eyebrow at him. He moved to her, crowding her in, pushing her against the wall, his head bending to hers, his mouth brushing an insistent kiss against her lips.
She kissed him back, demanding more from him, her fingers twisting in his hair. He drew back for breath, and found himself abruptly slammed against the wall as she somehow managed to reverse their positions. He made a muttered noise of protest, and belatedly noticed that she dropped to her knees, her nimble fingers already having undone his belt buckle. "Jen," he groaned. "I thought the deal was that I'd ravish you."
"You should have thought about that before this morning's stunt," she told him. Then before he could utter another word of protest, she pushed the bottom half of his clothing to the floor. He was already half hard, and her tongue flickered out, tracing the sensitive skin of his sac. She smirked as he gave a small groan, and her elegant fingers wrapping around his growing length, as her mouth drew one ball into her mouth, sucking it gently.
His hips bucked and he moaned involuntarily. It was heaven and hell all at once, and he could barely keep his eyes open.
Once she had given the same attention to both sides, Jenny moved slightly, her fingers switching to cup his sac, fingers caressing him, while her tongue ran up the thickened vein on his now pulsating length. She paused momentarily at the engorged tip, before flicking her tongue along the sensitised slit, and then engulfing it with her mouth.
His breathing was harsh and uneven now, his fingers tangling in her hair, desperate for her to keep going, while at the same time not wanting it to stop. His hips began to thrust involuntarily, muttered pleas falling from his lips. Jenny could feel how close he was, could feel his muscles tense in preparation of his imminent release, and so she stopped and drew back abruptly.
Gibbs couldn't help it, he let out a strangled cry, his eyes snapping open. She gave him a smug smile. "I believe you wanted to ravish me," was all she said.
It was all the encouragement he needed, and her back was up against the wall within seconds, her skirt wrenched up around her waist, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands on his shoulders. His fingers impatiently pushed the thin fabric of her panties to one side, testing her. He was slightly surprised at how wet she was already, but his need for her quickly began to overwhelm that thought. Nonetheless he slid two fingers into her, curling them, searching for the spot that made her cry out. He found it quickly, his thumb pressing on her clit as he flexed his fingers against it. She bucked and cried out, her head falling against the wall. Smirking, Gibbs kept at it, his lips finding hers, swallowing any sounds she made. As her muscles began to contract around him, he removed his hand and thrust hard into her. She screamed into his mouth and came instantly. He waited until the tremors had subsided before picking up pace, he knew she had another one in there and he was determined to make her scream again before he let go.
It didn't take long, the fast insistent rhythm of his thrusts combined with his skilled fingers teasing her sensitive bundle of nerves had her groaning his name again much quicker than he could have anticipated, but then she'd always been damn near insatiable. This time as the spasm wracked her body, he let go and joined her, his vision blurring as he pushed deep and stayed there. Still inside her, he used the hand that wasn't bracing them against the wall, to tilt her face to his, kissing her languidly, with neither one of them caring about their current location, and merely content to be with each other for a few more brief moments.
"Did you get the warrant?" Jenny asked, when she managed to make herself look respectable enough to return to her desk and face her team.
"Yup," Will replied, glancing up. "Josh and Michelle are on their way to the-" He was interrupted by the phone. "That'll be them," he grinned. Answering the phone, he listened for a few moments before hanging up, looking decidedly pale.
Jenny's eyes narrowed in concern. "What is it?"
He swallowed heavily for a moment, as though trying to compose himself. "Madeline Harding only made one phone call on her mobile last night."
"Right, and who was it to?" Jenny asked impatiently.
Will finally met her gaze, looking slightly tortured. "Grace Dillon," he replied wearily.