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It was 10ish, and Jenny was exhausted. "Why am I the only one tired? Shouldn't you both be jet-lagged?"

Mike moved over to the couch she was on and sat next to Jenny. "You're not the only one. You're just the only one whining."

Jenny hit him in the shoulder and laughed. "I'm not whining."

Mary took another sip of wine. "Yeah, you are."

"Fine," she huffed. "I am. But you get to have wine, Mike gets to have beer and you're both allowed to have sex if you want it. I'm not, so let me whine and be cranky, because I'm deprived."

"More like depraved." Then what Jenny said registered, and Mary looked at her - horrified. "Wait a second, why aren't you allowed sex?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "That's down right inhumane," he teased.

Jenny leaned back against the couch and sighed. "Six-week ban after childbirth."

"Six weeks?" Both Mary and Mike were in shock.

"Well, no wonder you and Probie are nuts."

Mary's eyes widened. "I'd have been nicer to Gibbs had I known. Maybe. Eh, probably not."

Jenny looked at Mike. "So you feel sorry for me now, right?"

"You aren't trying to hit me up for more Mexico stories, are you?"

She pouted and nodded.

Mary looked at Jenny. "You really are pathetic."

Jenny mock glared at her and then said, "Shhhh! Let him spill. It will make me feel better and then I won't be as hard to be around."

He scoffed. "I've heard that before."

She turned back to Mike and looked at him with her best sad face. "Please, Mike."

He sighed. "Fine, though I feel like I've told you everything." He saw Jenny wasn't buying it. "OK, so one day we were sitting out on the boat, drinking some beers."

Jenny turned to Mary. "All the stories start out this way."

Mike shot her a look. "If you interrupt, I will assume you are no longer interested in hearing the story."

Jenny quickly closed her mouth and motioned she was locking it with an invisible key.

"I've seen that before too. That key has a nasty habit of undoing itself." Jenny smiled and when he shot her a look she turned serious again. "OK, so after a few beers, Jethro's tongue was a little looser."

"Wouldn't be hard. Certainly couldn't get any tighter."

Jenny shot Mary a look, as if to say if you screw this up for me, so help you… Mary held up her hands in surrender. "Fine, I'll be quiet."

Mike thought back.

"So, Gunny, why are you still here? You keep talking about that lady director of yours. Why not go back and get her?"

Gibbs sighed. "Complicated."

"Women always are. Unlike a relationship with a great car - an easy, smooth ride and no backtalk."

"No talking at all," smiled Gibbs. "And she won't leave you. Cars don't break your heart."

Mike nodded, taking another swig of his beer. "Is that what happened, Probie? Is that what's holding you back?"

Gibbs scrubbed his hand down his face. "I guess. I keep thinking I'm finally over her. And then she looks at me a certain way and bam."

"And she did that recently?"

"When I said I was leaving. For a moment, I thought she was going to ask me to stay. We were in her office, I told her I was leaving and the look in her eyes… but she didn't say a word. One word from those lips… I would have locked the door and…"

Mike raised his eyebrows. "I get it."

Gibbs closed his eyes. "Like I said… complicated."

Jenny brought her legs up on the couch and tucked them underneath her. "That just kills me. You have no idea how badly I wanted to beg him to stay that night. How much I wanted to put my arms around him and be his comfort. You remember him then, Mike. He was so lost. But I had no idea he wanted me to do that," she sighed. "Would we even be where we are if we had gotten together any earlier or would we have just messed it up?"

Mike put his arm around Jenny, and she allowed him to comfort her. "You two finally got it together, and you have a great life now. Stop beating yourself up with what if's, especially when they don't matter."

Mary nodded. "He's right. And you know it kills me to say that."

"You know he's going to kill me if he finds out we already found Jansen and interviewed him," Tony whispered to Abby as they walked in the doors at Polyesters.

"Then you better make sure he doesn't find out," advised Abby.

Tony swallowed. "I'll do my best." He looked around the club trying to find Hollis Mann and Ziva, who drove with Gibbs. "There they are. It looks like Ziva found a table. Guess that's the benefit of getting here around 10:15. There are still tables to be found."

The remaining threesome slipped into the large booth. Abby smiled broadly. "So Team Gibbs, what's the game plan?"

Gibbs, who was already incredibly uncomfortable, glared at the Goth. "McGee, you and Abby head over there. Tony, Ziva take the quadrant over on that side. Holly, you can fan out or join me at the bar. I need a drink."

Ziva tried not to laugh. "On it."

After Gibbs got up, Holly nodded to the others. She had it covered. She walked over to the bar with Gibbs.

"Bourbon, straight up." He turned to Holly, raising his eyebrows.

"No, I'm fine for now. Maybe later." She leaned her back against the bar, looking out at the crowd. "You sure you should be drinking?"

He rolled his eyes. "Not like we're working."

"What do you mean?"

He shot her a look. "I know everyone on my team thinks I'm computer illiterate, but if you didn't want me to know Jansen was already interviewed then Tony shouldn't have added the notes to the case log."

Holly tried not to laugh. "And yet, here you are."

The corners of his lips turned upwards. "I know they mean well. Keep this between us, okay?"

"I wouldn't dream of saying a word."

Gibbs glanced over at Holly. "Where did you get that outfit?"

"Both Abby and Ziva pulled it together. Why, do I look ridiculous?"

He looked straight ahead. "No. Not what I meant."

"What did you mean then?"

"I'm thinking with you looking like that, you should stop hanging around an old married man like me and have some fun."

"I'm guessing there was a compliment in there somewhere. I don't think the kids meant for you to sulk at the bar all night drinking though. Come on, let's go find them and dance a little."

He glared at her.

"I think Ziva wants to teach you some moves so you can take your wife out dancing. Wouldn't you want to be able to hold your own with Jenny?" dared Holly.

Gibbs had been dead set against going out on the dance floor but Holly's words did spark a hint of interest within him. But in order to do that, he'd need at least one more shot. He made eye contact with the bartender and pointed to his drink. He then took out some money and left it on the bar. When his drink was refilled, he downed it and looked at Holly. "OK."

Her eyes widened in shock. "Really?" She knew she'd better act fast before he changed his mind. "Let's go."

The two scanned the crowd and found Ziva and Tony dancing. When the pair spotted them, they quickly did their best to look like they were also watching the crowd. Holly looked at Gibbs, who noticed the same thing and tried not to laugh.

"No sign of him yet, Boss."

"You don't say, DiNozzo. Well, maybe he'll show up later."

Holly turned to Ziva. "He's willing to be taught."

Ziva's eyes widened. "Excellent. And the perfect song just came on. 'Dancing Queen' - are you ready?" she asked Gibbs. "Let's see what you got."

Gibbs looked at DiNozzo and frowned. Holly immediately understood, grabbed Tony's hand and led him to the other side of the dance floor, despite his protests.

"Your moves aren't so bad, Colonel."

"Unlike you, I was actually dancing in clubs when these songs were new."

Tony laughed as they continued dancing.

Gibbs was watching Ziva, trying to keep up. While not the most exciting moves, Ziva was still mildly impressed. "You are not that bad. You just need to loosen up a bit more, stop thinking so much and feel the music."

He stopped and glared at her, making Ziva laugh.

"Oh come on. Watch me, see if you can do this." She put her hands up in the air and moved her hips from side to side.

"I could do that, Ziva, but it wouldn't look the same on me as it does on you or any female."

Ziva gave that some thought. "Maybe you should be learning from Tony and not me."

"I think I need a drink."

"Gibbs!" Ziva sighed. She danced her way over to Tony and Holly. "He got frustrated and went back to the bar."

Holly sighed. "I'll go check on him." She walked towards the bar and spotted him ordering a drink. She leaned her back against the bar and turned her head to face him. "Did you really give it a chance?"

"Do you have any idea how stupid I feel out there?"

"It isn't brain surgery, Jethro. You can do this."

A man in his 30s walked over to Hollis. He put his arm past her, resting his hand on the bar. "Anyone tell you how gorgeous you look? Can I buy you a drink?"

Holly, amused by how young the guy was, glanced at Gibbs. The man got the wrong impression. "Hey, if you two are together, I didn't mean any harm."

Gibbs turned to look at him, eying the man up and down without saying a word. It unnerved the guy. He saw the wedding ring on Gibbs and then turned his eye towards Holly's ring-less finger. "You know, you may want to tell your wife she should wear her ring out," he said, walking off in a huff.

The man's words upset Gibbs greatly. He didn't like thinking he could possibly be giving off a vibe that he and Holly were together. He put money down on the bar without even getting his drink and headed past Holly. "Going home."

"Don't go yet!" She sighed. "Great." She walked over to Tony and Ziva and was quickly joined by McGee and Abby, who saw Gibbs leave.

Abby looked at Holly, upset. "What happened? Where's he going?"

Holly sighed. "Some guy at the bar thought we were married, and it upset him. He said he's going home. So what now?"

All eyes turned to Abby. "Let's follow him to his house."

McGee frowned. "With that mood, what if he doesn't let us in?"

Holly smiled. "Ah, but he never locks his door."

Tony shook his head. "New regime. He has a lock and an alarm."

Holly was surprised. "Really? Oh because of the danger Jenny's in, right?" Tony nodded.

"Well, I do know the alarm code," suggested McGee. "Now all we need is the key."

Ziva reached into her pocket and pulled it out, shocking those gathered. "Jenny slipped it to me."

Abby smiled. "Are you all ready for part two of Project SGFH?"

With that, everyone headed for Tony's car.