Gibbs groaned as bright sunlight beamed across his face, waking him up. His grumpiness disappeared as he smelt Jen's cherry pie – fresh. He practically leapt out of bed, yanked on his boxers and raced to the kitchen. She smirked when she saw him in the doorway, practically salivating.
"You made pie?" he croaked.
"Yes, now go and get dressed."
"But I want pie!"
"What are you? Six? It's not for you. Go and get dressed."
"What do you mean its not for me? Who's it for?"
"The new neighbours. Now, go and get DRESSED!"
"Why do I have to get dressed?"
"So WE can go next door, give them the pie, and see if they need any help moving in."
"Why? They're YOUR neighbours!"
"If you want to go down that road Jethro, we can. It just means you won't be staying here anymore. And no, I won't stay at yours, I like my own bed. NOW GO AND GET DRESSED!"
"Jeez," he muttered and headed back up the stairs. He yanked on faded jeans and a yellow hoodie. (A/N: he wore it in Grace Period, when he was teaching the devil woman to play baseball and looked delectable in it ;) He was back downstairs in five minutes, after shaving and combing his hair. When he hit the bottom of the staircase, Jenny was stood there, with the pie, waiting. She looked gorgeous in dark fitted jeans and a white cashmere sweater, her hair up in a ponytail. He waited on the front step whilst she locked up and they walked down the path together.
"So, do you know anything about these new neighbours of ours?"
Jenny smiled at his use of 'ours' and shook her head.
"I know my security detail checked them out and cleared them, but I haven't gotten around to reading the file yet."
They walked up the path to the front door, and Gibbs rang the bell, slipping his arm around Jen's waist. The door was yanked open almost instantly by Ziva?
McGee yelled as he sock-slid across the foyer, crashing into the cloak room door.
"No," Gibbs muttered, "Tell me you and McGee aren't moving in here!" he demanded of Ziva.
"We're not," she replied and smiled, moving aside to let them into the house. Jenny passed the pie to Gibbs and hugged Ziva.
"Kitchen's that way," Ziva said to Gibbs and pointed in the right direction.
Tony had just finished screwing in the last shelf in the kitchen cupboard when he heard someone enter the kitchen. He could still here McGee and Ziva out in the foyer, so figured it was Abby, up from her nap.
"Baby, I thought you were gonna sleep for a couple more hours?" he asked as he straightened and brushed the dust off his knees. He turned to look at his wife and was met with the sight of Gibbs, who had set the pie down on the unit.
"Boss! How did you find out we moved here so fast? We haven't even filed our change of address yet? How did you know we live here now?"
"We didn't, DiNozzo," he said, through gritted teeth, "Jen lives next door."
Tony paled and rushed out into the foyer. Abby now was up from her nap, dressed in Tony's basketball vest, dark hair scraped up in a messy ponytail, chatting to Jenny. When Tony entered the room, closely followed by Gibbs, both women turned and gave them identical evil grins.
"YOU KNEW!" Tony gasped.
Jenny nodded, "Only since yesterday, when my detail gave me your papers so I could approve my new neighbours."
Gibbs groaned and rubbed his eyes, hoping when he opened them, Tony and Abby wouldn't be stood there. When he opened them, half of it had come true. Abby had disappeared.
"She went to get changed," Tony explained, "She felt a bit exposed in just my vest."
"Doesn't usually stop her," Gibbs muttered, reminding Tony of the number of times he walked in on them going at it.
"D'you need a hand then?" Jenny asked, clasping her hands together.
"Yeah, Gibbs and McGee, can you help me carry these boxes into the kitchen? And then Jen and Zee, can you unpack them?"
They all nodded, Gibbs somewhat reluctantly, and got to work. Five minutes later, Abby joined them. Gibbs stared. She looked a different woman. She wore black leggings, and a long sunshine yellow vest top, which highlighted her baby bump. Her hair was now in a neat ponytail and she wore minimal makeup. Tony came through the doorway, carrying another box. He placed it on the counter and then turned to her. He brushed her fringe out of her eyes, and asked her softly, "How you doing, baby?"
"Good, Tee, real good."
He smiled and crushed his lips against hers. She deepened the kiss and he pulled her flush against him.
"OI!"
