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L for Lamp

Leroy Jethro Gibbs had been kicked, punched, slapped, blown up, and shot at too many times to count in his life. Near death experiences were an everyday thing. It came with the job he held. And of course, he had had things be thrown at him before. His ex wives were very experienced in that.

A 9 iron, a frying pan, a stapler, a hair dryer, a rock, hell, even a damn cellphone, had all been forefully shoved in his immediate direction. He hated the feeling. But Jethro Gibbs had never had at least a 15 pound lamp thrown half way across the room at him.

Jennifer Shepard was different. Especially in her fighting techniques. It was more like her to get big with her words than to physically do something to him. Well there was that one time in Positano...but that doesn't matter right now. Jenny never, ever, got physical. Until now.

During a very nasty fight over who lost the forged passports, screaming her head off, Jenny's rage became too big to just come out of her mouth. She didn't consciously realize she was picking up the object nearest to her, a lamp, as it was, until Jethro actually cried out in pain. She had never heard him show aloud any types of discomfort or, god forbid, pain. He was too damn tough for that.

So this discovery freaked her out. A lot.

The sight of him holding his hand where the glass had shattered and managed to cut his hand worried her tremendously. Immediately, all anger evaporated.

She was quiet as she held his hand and motioned for him to go to the bathroom, and remained silent as she tended to his wounds, which suprised her alot, because he never liked her babying him. Only after she had left the room, cleaned up the glass, and slipped into her night gown did anymore conversation resume.

And of course, like Jethro Gibbs was, he was the first to be the bigger man...to remind her what the second 'B' in 'Gibbs was for... and to take the silence and snap it in half.

"We really need to work on your aim."

The make up sex was amazing.

And that's why six and a half years later, as he stood across from her in her new office, her reprimanding him and (as he could see), suppressing a rage very potent, he couldn't help but smile, as he thought of how far she's come.

"You're not even listening to me, are you?" she asked, frustrated and angry and gritting her teeth at his damn smile.

"Well then where is your mind, Special Agent Gibbs, as it appears you have seemingly placed it elsewhere."

"Just wondering if that aim has gotten any better." He said with a smirk on his lips.

Her face went blank for a moment, until she realized exactly what he was talking about. Then she promptly proceeded to blush crimson.

And in a second it was gone. A Cheshire cat smile fell across her face. She crossed the room to stand next to him, invading his personal space entirely and licked her lips, and he gaped a little.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear words that he knew no one else would be able to hear, even if they were standing two feet away from them, as these words were meant for him. Only him. Her voice was low, seductive, and everything else that could make Leroy Jethro Gibbs a little uncomfortable in his slacks.

"As I remember, it was your aim that needed fixing, Jethro."

Like it? Remember, I'm still almost 12 years of age, and this is my first hinted sexual stuff that I've ever posted. Isn't that a a great word. Stuff. lol. I'm such a dork. Okay goodnight everybody! Gotta finish packing now.

Livy