A/N: Thanks everyone, the last reviews were really kind. Once again, thank you my love, we are really getting efficient, me improving my English and you your speed of betareading. Love you.

A/N 2: By the way, everyone must have noticed that I write mostly in British English. That was the way I was taught and I'm not familiar with American English. I know this is an American story, but I don't want to mess up the writing, so I stick to what I know. Of course I don't use typical British expressions, and boyfriend helps me with American expressions when he can. And the "take-away"/"take-out" thing was intriguing me since I could swear I'd learnt "take-away". Mystery solved, take-away is BE.


Gibbs didn't sleep much that night. The woman lying next to him was much more appealing than sleep. His hands travelled over her entire body while his lips pressed soft kisses on her exposed skin. His fingers played with her hair, which wasn't as long as he liked anymore, but had that red colour that attracted him so much.

At some point the sun began to shine through her curtains, and he carefully pulled her away from its light. He could tell she definitely needed some sleep. As far as he knew, she usually had very little of it during the week.

From his side of the bed he couldn't see the alarm clock on her bedside table, but he didn't care. It was Saturday, and his team didn't have any cases. He also needed a relaxed weekend.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was his face smiling at her.

- Good morning – he said, tenderly.

- Good morning – she leaned until her lips found his - Oh God, I must have overslept… what time is it?

- Hush. Who cares?

- I guess you're right… - she grabbed the covers and rolled closer to him – I feel like I could lie here all day.

- Well, who's stopping us? – he began to press small kisses down her neck and throat, making her giggle.

- Jethro, let me wake properly first!

- Fine. Wake up, then.

She pushed him away playfully, but only to roll over him and pin his hands over his head.

- Fighting for dominance again, Jen?

- You forced me to – it was her turn to lower her head and kiss his body.

The annoying sound of a ringtone filled the room.

Jenny dropped her head onto his chest in annoyance, pretending for a few seconds it wasn't her mobile phone that was ringing and vibrating like crazy on top of her bedside table. Resigned, she reached for the phone, but Gibbs prevented her.

- Leave it.

- I can't.

- C'mon.

- At least let me see who's calling – she rolled again to the left side of the bed and took the phone from the table – Shit, it's SecNav.

- The guy has a thing for calling on Saturday mornings, hasn't he?

- I guess so – Jenny sighed before pressing the button – Sheppard. Good morning, sir.

Gibbs crossed one arm under his head, waiting. The problem was that he knew that a conversation with SecNav could be everything but brief.

- The operation was successful, yes, I thought the report had already been sent to… oh, I see. The situation in the Golf of Aden isn't completely stable yet, but … I'm aware of that, sir.

He decided to roll onto his side. Despite SecNav and his sense of opportunity, he didn't want to lose the sight of Jenny naked, laying face down, with her back totally exposed to him. His fingers reached her body, wandering lightly over the arch of her spine.

Her face turned to him while still listening to the phone, a gratifying smile showing up in her lips. But her attention was again called back to the phone.

- The Somalian pirates are constantly attacking our naval and supplier ships, our troops in South Iraq and Afghanistan can't afford not to receive their supplies on time. Yes, another operation to free the Aden of all piracy is a priority.

Gibbs saw her frown. His fingers left her back and he sat up. His hands found her shoulders, beginning to massage them slowly. He could not see her face, but he could feel she was loving it.

- I'm completely aware of our budget limitations, but it's our troops' supplies that are at risk – she began to feel the tension gradually melt away. Her muscles relaxed as his hands touched the sore parts of her body. Soon he was massaging her entire back. He sat on top of her, looking for better access.

- Sir, N.C.I.S.' budget is minimal compared to the majority of the other sister agencies. I simply don't have the means for such a large scale operation without financial support from Homeland Security. That's the only way, I can't see any other options – that certainly wasn't how she wanted to begin her day. Thankfully, he was reminding her that she was lying in bed with her lover and not stuck at work.

Gibbs continued down to her lower back, pressing his fingers along her tense muscles even as he cursed SecNav and the whole office in his mind. Even if the man had nothing better to do on a Saturday morning, it didn't mean his employees couldn't have personal lives. And he was enjoying his own too much to interrupt it now.

- I see, sir – Jenny suppressed a moan when his hands found her thighs – I'll wait until Senator Carlisle is back in D.C.. I believe he'll return next Tuesday. The proposal will be presented with urgency and… - one of his fingers left her thigh, suddenly sliding inside her. She couldn't hold the moan this time, and was forced to disguise it as a cough.

- Director Sheppard, are you alright? – Gibbs smirked when he heard SecNav's voice coming from the mobile phone. Jenny had turned her head to face him and she looked at him with murder in her eyes. She covered the phone's mouthpiece for a second.

- Jethro! What do you think you're doing?

- Pleasuring you.

- Director Sheppard? – came the voice from the earpiece again.

- I'm here, sir. I apologise, I have a severe cold – she shot another angry look at Gibbs, but he pretended he didn't see it. Another finger joined the previous one, rubbing her.

Jenny heard her voice starting to come out between heavy breaths. She tried to push him away with her free hand, but he managed to avoid her. Realising that she wasn't paying any attention to SecNav anymore, she quickly responded – Yes, sir – having no idea what she was agreeing with.

She felt him lying on top of her. She found it increasingly hard not to pant, as he was speeding up the pace. His tongue found a weak spot on her neck, ruining her concentration skills.

- The best option would be to schedule the operation for… - this time she moaned. Loudly.

He had removed his fingers and was now rapidly thrusting into her, making her mind go blank. Her right hand clasped the phone while the other one went for the edge of the mattress. She couldn't help but spread her legs, giving him full access. Her knuckles went white. His hard plunging was making her insane.

- Director Sheppard? – she heard the voice asking for the third time.

- Sir? – luckily, her voice didn't betray her. Luck and a lot of self-control. At least Jethro was having the decency of not groaning – Yes, everything's alright, I just stumbled.

Gibbs almost laughed at her improvisation skills. But as fun as it was, he was getting tired of waiting for the man to hang up, and he could tell neither of them could hold it for much longer. One of his hands was now gripping her hip while the other was at her shoulder, supporting him.

- Very well then, sir. I'll contact you first thing Monday morning. Have a nice weekend, sir – she tossed the phone on the bed as soon as the SecNav hung up, finally allowing herself to moan.

His thrusting became even harder and the orgasm took her. Her head fell onto her pillow, muting her screams. Still half-unconscious, she felt him come too, his body falling over hers.

Jenny rolled on her back, tossing him to the other side of the bed. Finally able to face him, she saw his wide grin and the playful glimpse in his blue eyes. His chest was rising and lowering unevenly.

- You are so dead, Leroy Jethro Gibbs – she was panting too much to sound as threatening as she had intended.

- I thought your plan was to do this the entire weekend – he answered innocently.

- Not with SecNav on the phone!

- Tell me I didn't make it more interesting.

- Bastard.

- That's how you like me.

She tried to punch him lightly in the shoulder, but her reflexes were totally shot. He laughed at her failed attempt. Not that he was in any better shape.

- I just hope he didn't realise what was happening…

- Not if he's as sexually frustrated as he looks.

Jenny giggled – What, are you privy to the SecNav's intimate life now?

- No, thank God – he rolled until he was on top of her again, now facing her. His lips lowered toward hers, but she placed a hand between them, stopping the kiss.

- I haven't forgiven you yet, you know?

- C'mon Jen, you had fun too.

- It was too risky.

He pushed her hand away, still looking at her with the same blameless expression – From what I remember, you like taking risks… - his lips wandered over her chin.

- Are you trying to shut me up, Jethro? – she arched her back, exposing her neck to him.

- Damn, I thought I was being subtle.

- You, subtle?

He pressed his lips on hers, making her silent.

- So, are we really going to stay here all day or do you have other plans? – she asked when they parted.

- Staying here is tempting, but what do you say about having lunch downtown?

She smiled – Are you inviting me, Jethro?

- Of course I am. Unless you prefer to stay here and finish the lasagne. Or order something.

- A change of scenery sounds nice.

- I thought so.

Jenny slid from under him and sat up, stretching her arms.

- So we're going? – he asked.

- Sure. I just need to take a bath.

- So do I.

She rose from the bed, heading towards the bathroom, then turned her head, flirting– What do you say about an innocent shower together?

- Innocent? Not if I have anything to do with it…


An hour later they were getting into his car, still parked two houses away. Jenny looked around, trying to spot her security detail. She found them almost at the end of the street, parked in the corner.

- Can I wave at them? – Gibbs asked as he took the keys from his pocket.

- Behave, Jethro.

- Aw, c'mon. I'd love to see their faces come Monday.

- I'd love to see their faces right now – she opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, looking for the safety belt. He got inside and started the engine.

- So, where are we going? – she asked.

- Surprise.

- Really? This is getting interesting.

He grinned and drove out of her neighbourhood, heading towards the centre. As usual, the traffic was slowing down the downtown accesses, forcing Gibbs to a liberal use of the car's horn. Getting into Independence Avenue was beginning to look like an impossible task.

- Damned tourists! – Gibbs grumbled, stepping on the gas pedal.

- Slow down, Jethro.

- What? You never complained about my driving before.

- There wasn't the possibility I could be carrying your child before.

He slowed down at once – Fine.

- No bourbon for me, no racing for you.

- Deal - as he slowed, the tourist bus took his place in front of his car - Still, damned tourists.

The scenery in Maine Avenue wasn't any different and Jenny couldn't help but start laughing at Gibbs, constantly cursing every car that happened to be in his away.

- Jethro, how long has it been since you haven't been out of your house on a Saturday morning with no work to do?

He didn't answer. He was busy blowing the horn at a Ford Transit which was refusing to move on, even though the traffic lights were green for almost a minute ago.

- Finally – he protested when they entered M Street – Don't worry, we won't get anywhere near the Navy Yard.

Jenny sighed in relief.

- Though I'm tempted to park at the NCIS. It'll be hard to find a parking space.

- Jethro, you know what will happen if anyone spots me there.

- Yeah, I'll lose you until tonight. Hang on… - not quite believing his luck, Gibbs momentarily forgot his promise and accelerated towards a parking space by the sidewalk, where another car was just leaving.

- So, where are we headed? - Jenny asked again when they got out of the car.

- Still surprise – he signalled her to follow him. They walked together, his arm around her shoulders just like they used to in Europe. She smiled. He was so concentrated on finding the place that he hadn't noticed they were walking just like any other ordinary couple.

- There. Thank God, it's still open. I was afraid it might not be.

Jenny's smile got wider – A French restaurant.

- Don't you like it? – he sounded worried.

She leaned towards him and kissed him lightly – I love it.

He relaxed – Let's go in, then. I want a nice place by the window.

- Oh my, I'm actually seeing Jethro Gibbs being romantic.

- I can go back to being a pain in the arse, if you want – he teased.

- No! Save it for work.

- Then let me be a gentleman – he opened the restaurant door for her and let her pass. A waitress guided them to a table near the window, as he had asked for, and brought them the menu.

- Are we going to order together or separated? – Gibbs asked while his eyes wandered through the list – Half the names are in French, care to give me a hand?

She didn't answer, forcing him to look away from the menu – Jen?

She was looking through the large window. At the sound of her name, she turned – I'm sorry, I was just making sure…

- What?

- That there were no journalists after us.

He had forgotten the journalists. Between security details, journalists and just curious people, it seemed that Jenny was always being followed by someone.

- Do you want to move away from the window?

- No. To hell with them. I'd rather a photo holding hands with you than the ones where I'm entering the Senate, headlines screaming "NCIS Director begs for budget increase".

- And you wonder why I get along so nicely with the press. So, are you going to help me through the language barrier or what?

She grabbed her menu – If I remember correctly, you liked the onion soup very much in Paris.

- The one with the bread?

- Yeah.

- Good. One for me. And that stew thing we ate at Marseille, what was it called?

- Bouillabaisse.

Gibbs closed his menu – Done. And you?

- The Bouillabaisse is tempting… so is the Quiche Lorraine.

- Quiche?

- Sort of a pie. I think we ate it once in Paris.

- Order the pie and the stew. We'll alternate.

- Good idea. Drink? – Jenny look sadly at the magnificent wine and champagne list.

He leaned over the table and turned the page of her menu – There's a section of non-alcoholic drinks.

- How nice of them – she read the entire list, looking for something appealing – This Grenadine Syrup, then.

- Two.

- I told you, you don't have to join me in the Prohibition.

- Two Grenadine Syrups it is – Gibbs waved to the nearest waiter – You better order. I'd stumble all over the words.

- My french isn't what it used to be – she said. Nevertheless, she ordered with no major problems. The syrups came quickly and she took a sip – Not bad.

- Yeah. Want to toast?

- What to?

- To us. Together again.

Jenny rose her glass, and they toasted - You've never been to Germany, have you, Jethro?

- No, why?

- They have this superstition that you've got to always look in the eye of the person you're toasting with.

- Why?

- Because if you don't, it's seven years of bad sex.

He laughed – Don't worry, we'll never suffer from that.

Jenny took another sip from her glass and leaned on her chair – Feels so nice…

- What, sex?

- Well, yes, that too. But I meant this. You know, a quiet Saturday spent resting and living.

- Great, because I intend to do this more often.

- I just hope I get the time.

- I'll kidnap Cynthia so she can't deliver your weekly schedule.

- Oh, stop terrifying Cynthia, she's just doing her job.

- I know. But her job often seems to be stopping me from seeing you. By the way, what did SecNav want, besides ruining our morning?

Jenny looked around. Even if it was Saturday, they were still near all the federal agencies headquarters and the last thing she needed was someone eavesdropping their conversation at that point. No recognising anyone, she lowered her voice.

- It looks like nobody was yesterday at his office by 1730, when I sent the report about yesterday's operation.

- That one you followed in MTAC? – they were both talking almost in a whisper.

- Yeah. A chase to the pirate ships that crowded the Gulf of Aden. They've been attacking supply ships that are meant for our troops in southern Iraq.

- Was it successful?

- We caught one of the major leaders. But it's only a setback for them, next month they'll come up with another one and everything will be the same. I want to prepare a bigger operation, to catch all the leaders, ships and crew.

- And SecNav doesn't want to?

- Oh, he does. But he wants me to do it without further financial support, which is impossible. An operation of this scale costs almost the entire NCIS budget of one year. But I know whose arses to kiss.

- Homeland Security?

- One of them, yes. And a few Senators. They're the ones who sign all the papers, so they're always helpful.

- See why I don't ever want to be Director?

- I know, Jethro. But I do love my job.

- More than you loved being a field agent? Don't lie to me, Jen.

She waited a few seconds before answering – I miss the field, it's true. I miss the investigation. Above all, I miss the companionship of being part of a team. You know what they say. It's lonely at the top. Definitely. But I put everything I had into it, and I came to love it.

- And you deserved it – his hand found hers over the table, caressing it.

- Thank you, Jethro. In three years, I'm sure I've never heard you saying that.

- Well, I'm saying it now – he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss on it.

They were interrupted by two waiters with a tray. Their plates came covered with a lid, from under which steam was slowly escaping.

- So much food! – Jenny remarked as the waiters left.

- Great, I'm starving. And you've got to feed yourself now.

- It doesn't mean I have to eat until I burst.

He wasn't paying her any attention anymore, busy as he was trying to take the food from the dishes with two spoons – Give me your plate.

She did. – Try not to overdo it.


Despite her pleading, Jethro kept filling her plate from time to time. The food was so delicious that she couldn't help but keep eating. And then they had desserts. By the time they left the restaurant, Jenny was so full she could barely walk.

- Want to go to the park?

- I'll have a congestion if I walk all that way.

- We can drive there. And then we can sit on a bench, enjoying the fresh air.

- Sounds nice.

- Are you sure you can survive walking back to the car?

- Don't mock me.

- But it's my favourite hobby.

- You like it even more than boat building?

- Hmmm, tough question.

They went slowly by the sidewalk, Jenny stopping at the shops windows, even dragging Gibbs into a few ones.

- Jen? – he called when they were leaving a shoe shop.

- Yes?

- There's a drugstore over there. Shouldn't we buy some tests?

Jenny looked in the direction he was pointing – It's too early, Jethro. If there is a baby, it's smaller than a pin's head. Won't show up in a test yet.

- So, when can you be tested?

- Next week.

- Why not buy the tests now?

- Ok. Why not.

- Wait here. I'll go. Someone might recognise you from the newspapers or from the TV.

- Fine, I'll wait here.

Gibbs nodded and entered, returning a few minutes later with a plastic bag.

- Did you buy the entire stock? – she asked, noticing how full the bag was.

- No. But I got a couple, so we don't have to rush to the drugstore every week.

- Give it to me, I'll put it in my handbag.

- Here you go. So, the Park?


When Jenny unlocked her front door it was already night. Gibbs had parked in front of her house and was now waiting for her to open the door. The cold outside was not pleasant and he had forgotten to bring a coat the night before.

She entered, followed close by him – Thank you – she whispered in his ear as she closed the door – It was a lovely day.

- We still have tomorrow. Got any plans? The one about staying in bed the whole day sounded great.

- I was thinking about it, actually.

Her arms circled his neck – What are we waiting for?

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