"Agent Gibbs?" Cynthia appeared in front of his desk in a way that made Gibbs a little nervous.

He stared at her, waiting.

Cynthia rolled her eyes. "You've been assigned to the Director's security detail for the event this evening."

"Again?" Gibbs growled. He and Jenny had been creatively assuring that he was on her detail almost every time she went out. But neither could afford to let anyone else know how much it pleased them when it worked out.

She raised one eyebrow at him. "I'm sure she's thinking the same thing," Cynthia replied dryly. "Apparently they drew names out of a hat. Please be ready to pick the Director up at 2000." As she walked away, Jenny's assistant looked back over her shoulder. "Formal dress Agent Gibbs." He opened his mouth and Cynthia shook her head. "No, it's not negotiable."

Gibbs glared after her as if she'd burnt his boat. The team unconsciously all leaned back in their chairs, trying to keep out of the way of the dark look.

"Going to a party tonight Boss?" Tony asked, grinning. Ziva gave him a 'what are you thinking?' look, but he still didn't know when to stop. "Bet the Director is going to look really great in one of those fancy dresses-"

His words were interrupted by a sharp smack to the back of his head. Tony winced. "None of my business, got it Boss." He watched Gibbs stalk out of the room and glanced at his teammates. They were probably all wishing they'd be around to see what would happen that night.

NCIS

It was later in the afternoon before Gibbs managed to corner Jenny in an elevator. She smiled when he flipped the switch, pulling her against him and linking his fingers behind her back. He raised one eyebrow at his wife.

"So...you drew names out of a hat?" he asked.

Jenny grinned and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Well, I might've put your name in six or seven times. That's not cheating, is it?"

Gibbs kissed her, she tasted like coffee. "Not at all. Whatever puts us in the same room and you in a great dress." He eyed her curiously. "Have I seen this dress before?"

She shook her head. "It's a new one."

"Do I get a preview?"

"No," she laughed. "You'll see it tonight when you 'pick me up' to go to the dance."

"Dance?" Gibbs frowned. "What dance? Cynthia said 'event'."

Jenny laughed. "That's because when you hear the word 'dance', you run the other way."

"I'm a good dancer," he grumbled.

"Only under duress," Jenny teased. "I don't think you have ever voluntarily taken me dancing Jethro."

He rolled his eyes and just looked at her.

"Besides, it is an 'event' as well. You know, the usual speeches and drinks and mingling with all the people who think they're so important," Gibbs snorted and Jenny ignored him. "Then it ends with a dance."

His expression darkened. "Great. I get to watch a bunch of other guys dance with my wife. Those politicians have wandering hands Jen."

She laid her hand on his cheek. "I can keep them in line without you shooting them dirty looks Jethro. Anyways," Jenny shrugged, "I could always request the last dance with someone who was once my partner, don't you think?"

Gibbs eyes looked her up and down. "Mmhmm, not like we're going to give anything away by dancing together."

"Only if you try to dance with my like my husband instead of the way an old friend would."

Gibbs didn't say anything one way or the other, so Jenny decided to bargain.

"If you promise to behave I'll keep my last dance free."

He smiled. "That's almost worth being good for."

Jenny raised one eyebrow. "Only almost, Jethro?"

He kissed her again, leaning in to deepen it. Then Gibbs pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. "Definitely worth is Jen."

"That's better," she declared, kissing him back.

NCIS

"So, what do you think?" Jenny asked when she stepped out of the bathroom in her dress and spun around.

Her smile shone and Gibbs couldn't help but stare. The purple silk hugged her figure nicely and fell gracefully to the floor. Beaded straps rose from a bunched bodice and tasteful v-neck over her shoulders. One look at the back and Gibbs knew he was in trouble. Her back was bare except for the straps that met between her shoulder blades, the sides of the dress clinging to her and coming together just below her hips. He was positive he'd have a tough time keeping his hands to himself. Jenny's eyes sparkled as she waited for his answer.

Gibbs cleared his throat. "You're absolutely sure we have to leave the house?" He really wanted to be the only one who saw her in that dress.

Jenny laughed. "Yes Jethro, we actually have to go to the event."

He moved closer and Jenny wasn't sure she trusted the look in his eyes. Gibbs tilted her chin up and kissed her softly, running his hands down her sides, his fingers skating across her bare lower back.

She shivered. "Jethro..." she warned, when he angled his head towards hers again.

"Just one more Jen," Gibbs murmured, his breath caressing her lips.

Jenny gave in to him, but one more kiss led to another and before she knew it they were pressed so tightly together that she didn't think they were going to make it to the party. She was very glad she'd decided to wear her hair down, because Gibbs fingers threaded through the red waves would've undone any other style. But with her husband that close, his lips passionately possessing hers, Jenny was having a hard time thinking about anything else.

Finally she had to breathe and broke away from Gibbs, wiping her lips and staring at him with dark green eyes. Gibbs was trying to catch his own breath, his gaze surveying her with less than honourable intentions. Jenny took a deep breath and shook her head, though the promise of later hung in her expression.

"Nice try Jethro," she said, "but we still have to go."

He smirked. "Almost worked though, didn't it?"

Jenny was straightening her hair and trying to reorder her disheveled appearance. She rolled her eyes at him in the mirror. "No comment."

Gibbs leaned back against the bed, arms crossed. "Sounds like a yes to me."

"Everything sounds like a yes to you," she pointed out.

Slipping into Director mode just so she could focus, Jenny added earrings to her outfit and went looking for shoes. "I'll be riding in the SUV with the other two agents, you can either join me or follow in your car," she informed him calmly, as if the last few minutes had never happened.

Gibbs frowned. If he went with them, he could sit in the back with Jenny or insist on driving. However, with his NCIS car at the event, he'd have a chance to be alone with her on the way home. Neither option was his favourite, but his wife/boss was going to insist he pick one of the choices.

"I'll drive the SUV," he decided at last, and Jenny looked at him in surprise. Gibbs shrugged. "I'm supposed to be escorting you. Hardly counts if I'm following your regular detail while they drive you."

He had a point. Jenny took one last look in the mirror and decided she was ready. "Let's go."

Gibbs' hand settled on the small of her back as they walked down the stairs. He'd been right earlier, it was extremely hard not to let his hand stray to other areas of her body. After Jenny's wrap was in place, she turned to her husband.

"Same rules as always Jethro," Jenny reminded him. "Once we step out of this house, we are agent and Director and you may not touch me unless my life is in danger."

Gibbs took his advantage of his last opportunity for hours to be close to his wife, and kissed her quickly. He hated these restrictions, but they went with keeping the secret. He took a step back and opened the door for her.

"Madame Director."

Jenny scowled at him. She'd make him pay for that later.

NCIS

Gibbs checked his watch, 2330. The function would end in less than half an hour but it would be none too soon for him. The dance part of tonight's event had been in full swing for nearly an hour, and he'd had to watch Jenny dance with at least twenty men so far. He was getting tired of it.

But he had to hand it to her, she was good at the politics, good at the game. She smiled and laughed in all the right places, shifted position subtly if she felt her personal space was being invaded, and floated gracefully across the floor with each man who asked her to dance.

It looked like Jenny was flirting with them all and the sight boiled Gibbs' blood. But Jenny knew that, because she made sure to catch his eye every so often, her smile one reserved only for him, so he knew it was only an act. That didn't make it any easier to watch, but what helped was the feeling practically written on his wife's face - she's much rather be dancing with him. Still, it tested his self control when what Gibbs really wanted to do was march over there and smack the men who kept trying to touch her.

Just before the last dance, Gibbs caught the chorus of the song that was playing, and it made him smile as he sought Jenny's eyes in the crowd. He winked at her, pointing to his ear, and saw when she understood. Her gaze softened and she mouthed the words that seemed like they were being sung just for them.

"Don't forget who's taking you home/Or in who's arms you're gonna be/So Darling, save the last dance for me." Gibbs spent the song watching Jenny and admiring how the dress flowed around her as she moved. She loved to dance and it showed in every step she took across the floor.

When the song changed, Jenny slowly approached him. "It seems I have room on my dance card for one more," she said with a smile, holding out her hand. "Agent Gibbs, may I have this dance?"

Gibbs nodded and tried his best not to look too pleased. It was hard to be husband and wife pretending they were only agent and Director. He was glad this wasn't a party that revolved around Jenny, because there was less scrutiny on her. So if they danced just a little bit closer than might be appropriate, or if Gibbs' hand slipped a little lower than the back of her dress, or if Jenny leaned into him a moment too long, no one even noticed except all the other guys who wished they were him.

When Gibbs started whispering in Jenny's ear everything he'd spent all night planning to do once they got home, there was no one who wondered what could make the Director of a federal agency blush. He was glad when they could finally leave and Gibbs stared at Jenny all the way home, looking forward to the moment she would not be the Director anymore, just Jenny Gibbs. And he was going to love her tonight until she knew that was all she really wanted to be.

NCIS

Sometime later, because they started taking things slowly once they walked in the house, Jenny's lovely dress was hung up in the bathroom and Gibbs' attire was down to his boxers and dress shirt. He put the lid back on the jar and set the feather aside, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. Looking at his wife now, Gibbs couldn't help but think how much he loved to see Jenny in nothing but high heels and honey dust.