A/N: Here's the next installment. In which Jenny and Gibbs have a meaningful conversation concerning their relationship, we travel to Paris, and Jenny threatens Gibbs for a dreadful mistake concerning her name.


The scream ripped through the quiet of the night and as Jenny's eyes flew open, she was all too aware of the shaking of her body. She looked around her bedroom frantically, and when she had finally realised that she was in no immediate danger, she ran her hand through her hair. Her dream had been so vivid, so frighteningly real, and it took her longer than she wanted to admit to finally be able to close her eyes and even attempt sleep again. It proved futile, and as she glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table, she groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes. This was going to be a brutal day.


Gibbs frowned when he took in the sight of his redheaded agent sitting behind her desk, her head down on the surface, and he glanced at Burley. The other agent wasn't paying attention, caught up in a magazine, and the team leader walked quietly over to Jenny's desk. She didn't move when he stopped in front of her, and he stared down at her, trying to decide whether he should reprimand her for sleeping or let it go.

"I know you're standing there, Gibbs. I can feel you looking at me."

Her voice was quiet, muffled by her arms, and he smirked.

"Late night, Shepard?"

She nodded, still not raising her head.

"Yep. Was out until three am...drinking, dealing drugs in a back alley, you know...my usual night."

He frowned at her sarcasm, and when she finally raised her head to look at him, he was taken aback by how exhausted she looked. Jerking his head towards the elevator, he waited until she had stood to begin walking, and when she stepped into the lift, he looked down at her worriedly.

"You look like hell, Jen."

"Oh, thank you," she snapped, rolling her eyes.

"Didn't mean it like that. What's wrong?"

"Couldn't sleep," she answered tiredly, shaking her head, "Too many nightmares."

He nodded, searching her eyes carefully. Underneath the exhaustion, there was a sheen of pain in the normally bright irises, and he frowned. She suddenly moved, stepping closer to him and laying her head on his shoulder, a soft moan falling from her lips.

"I've had a headache for the past week. Literally every day."

"Have you taken anything for it?"

She nodded.

"Every day. It'll go away for awhile, and then as soon as the aspirin wears off, it comes back. It's killing me. I don't know what's causing it."

He wrapped his arm around her, kissing her hair softly.

"I do," he replied gently, "Jen, you're so stressed that it's causing your headaches. You really need to find a way to relax."

"Getting drunk at noon?" she laughed quietly.

"I said relax, Jen...not numb."

She sighed, raising her head to look at him, and nodded slowly. He kissed her gently, his lips a mere whisper against hers, and she smiled sadly as he pulled away.

"I have an idea on how to help you relax. Come by tonight and we can give it a try."

"Am I going to need to shave my legs for this method?" she quipped.

He laughed, shaking his head.

"No. Believe it or not, I am capable of finding other ways to help you relax. Although, it would help..."

Jenny shook her head and laughed gently.

"We don't have that long until we leave," she reminded him, "You can wait until then."

He smiled and flipped the switch to restart the elevator and he kissed her hair gently.

"I'll make it worth the wait, Jen," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm counting on it."

He couldn't stop himself from laughing in quiet disbelief as he walked back into the squad room, his eyes following the sway of her hips as she made her way back to her desk.


When Jenny walked down Gibbs' basement steps, she frowned when she realised he wasn't there. Turning around, she made her way back to the living room, and called his name softly.

"Upstairs."

She followed his voice, her eyes widening when she realised that she was about to step into his bedroom, and he gestured for her to come in. The room was dark, lit by only a few candles, and while her pounding head appreciated the darkness, she frowned at the uncharacteristic romance it suggested.

"Never would have thought you were the romantic candlelight type."

He shrugged.

"I'm not. Diane left these here when she moved out."

Jenny glanced around the room, trying to imagine him sleeping here and she was puzzled when she realised she couldn't do it. He reached for her hand, leading her to the bed, and she sat down slowly.

"I thought you said I didn't need to shave," she quipped.

"You don't. Lie back. Close your eyes."

Doing as he asked, Jenny took a slow breath, and as she laid still on the mattress, he slowly pulled her upper body into his lap. He draped a blanket over her, and straightened it as she settled more comfortably in his hold. His hands pulled her hair free from the elastic and gently combed his fingers through her long red locks.

"Wearing your hair up probably isn't helping."

She sighed.

"I know, but it gets in the way."

He carefully began massaging her head, gently touching her with the pads of his fingers, and he leaned down to place a light kiss on her forehead.

"Okay. I want you to breathe slowly in and out. Deep breaths."

She nodded, inhaling slowly, and when she exhaled, he smiled.

"Good. Keep doing that and open your eyes. I want you to tell me five things you can see in the room, excluding me."

Her eyes opened and as she scanned the room, he was struck by the way they were lit by the flames of the candles around them.

"Okay...A dresser, a candle, alarm clock, your wallet on the table, and the lamp."

Gibbs nodded.

"Now name four things you can feel. Close your eyes again. Lose yourself in the sensations. Turn off your mind."

He steadily increased the pressure of his fingers on her skin and she moaned softly.

"Okay, for starters I can feel your hands. It hurts but at the same time, it feels so good."

He laughed quietly.

"Okay, three more."

She frowned.

"I can feel the bed underneath me. The blanket over my legs. The way your body moves when you breathe."

Her last observation was barely above a whisper and he smiled as he looked down at her.

"Name three things you can hear."

She was silent, listening carefully, and he waited, increasing the pressure of his hands again, losing himself in the silken strands of her hair.

"I can hear the clock ticking. Birds outside chirping. The air conditioning unit running."

"Name two things you can smell."

"Coffee and sawdust," she answered without hesitation.

He laughed quietly and leaned down to kiss her gently.

"Okay. Last one, Jen. And for you, this one might be the most difficult."

"Oh, great," she muttered.

"Name one thing you like about yourself."

She frowned, thinking hard. He was right: this was definitely proving to be the most difficult thing he'd asked her to do. She sighed and he looked down at her seriously.

"Come on, Jen. One thing."

"I...my eyes, I guess. Not many people have green eyes, so I've always liked them."

He nodded.

"Good. You did great. I'm proud of you."

She opened her eyes, staring up at him, and he smiled as he helped her to a sitting position. She looked at him seriously, searching his eyes carefully and shook her head.

"What was that?"

"Grounding exercise. Taught it to us in the corps. Helps when you're in a combat zone or for soldiers who have PTSD. Also a good tool for people with anxiety. It makes you focus on something other than your thoughts and helps get you out of your head."

Jenny nodded, and he reached out to run his fingers through her hair.

"How does your head feel?"

She smiled, reaching for his other hand.

"Better. Thank you, Jethro."

"Whenever you feel overwhelmed, you can do it. I know it might seem strange sometimes, but it does help."

He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his, and her hands immediately tangled into his hair. Pushing her back onto the mattress, his fingers trailed down her body, smiling when he felt her trembling under his touch. He ran his left hand over her thigh while his right slowly pushed her shirt up, splaying his fingers over her smooth skin. She moaned quietly, her lips brushing over his throat and when she nipped at his skin gently, he growled her name, squeezing her thigh gently.

Jenny's head fell back onto the bed as he moved his hand to her breast, touching her through her bra, and she ran her hands over his chest slowly.

"Jethro..."

"Hm?"

"Is this part of the grounding exercise?"

He laughed as he kissed her throat, her low moan making him want her more, and he bit down on her skin, soothing the mark with his tongue.

"Could be," he murmured against her skin, "You know, they say orgasms help with headaches, Jen."

"God, Jethro, don't say that word...it's hard enough to say no when you keep kissing me like this."

He smirked, crashing his lips onto hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, and she moaned as she gripped his shoulders tightly.

"There's more than one way to have an orgasm," he whispered, deliberately brushing his lips over her ear as he spoke.

As soon as the word fell from his lips, Jenny moaned, her hand threading through his hair, and she nodded slowly.

"Believe me, I know."

He touched her thigh slowly, his fingers warm even through her denim jeans, and he kissed her throat again.

"Yes or no, Jen?"

Though she wanted nothing more than to say yes, Jenny shook her head firmly, her hands on his chest as she stopped him from kissing her again. She met his eyes seriously, pleading with him to understand, and she sighed.

"I can't. Not tonight."

He frowned.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No," she assured him gently, "You have no idea how much I want you right now, but...I wouldn't be able to stop there. I can't explain why I need to wait, but...something tells me that I can't sleep with you yet."

He nodded, still frowning in confusion.

"We've already crossed the line between colleagues, Jen."

"I know. It's just...sex is such an intimate thing. For me, at least."

He raised his eyebrow, looking at her as though she'd gone insane.

"I've literally had my tongue inside your body. And you've—"

"I know!" she sighed in frustration, "I know, Jethro."

He ran his hand through her hair, silently begging for her to look at him. Finally, he spoke, his voice gentle in the quiet.

"I'm not trying to pressure you, Jen. I just want to understand you better."

She nodded, finally meeting his eyes, and sighed.

"I don't understand it myself. I just...I can't yet. I want to, more than you know, but...not yet. Please don't be mad at me."

He shook his head, kissing her cheek gently.

"I'm not mad. Just confused."

"You and me both," she laughed, "I guess it's because...once we cross that line completely, there's no turning back."

He nodded, and moved to lay on his back, and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her hair. He ran his fingers over her arm lightly, and when he spoke, his voice held a note of caution.

"Are you scared?"

"Of you? No."

"Not of me. Of the idea of sleeping with me. You said that it's an intimate thing for you. Are you scared to let me get that close to you?"

She frowned, considering his words carefully.

"Jethro, I haven't slept with anyone in a long time. And I mean a long time. The last time I did, I was in way over my head. I thought that it was going to be my last relationship, I loved him, or at least I thought I did, and as soon as we had sex, he disappeared. It's entirely possible I read too much into the nature of our relationship, but I was young and stupid. I'd always thought that love and sex went together, it never occurred to me that not everyone saw it that way. It took me a long time to get over that pain, and I guess I just don't want to risk it. I need to be absolutely sure of what I'm getting into."

He nodded as she finished speaking and took her hand.

"I understand that. I don't want to hurt you, Jen and I want you to take all the time you need to make your decision."

"Not to mention, you're my boss. If anyone found out..."

"They won't."

She raised up on her arm to look at him and smiled as she kissed him.

"Thank you, Jethro. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Maybe when we get to Europe, you can show me."


"How the hell are we supposed to get our ear wigs in our ears without it looking suspicious? If they'd been smart, they would have given them to us last night," Gibbs said, annoyed.

Jenny smiled as Decker passed her the device. She stepped out of the car and laced her arm through his, taking note of the crowds around them.

"I have an idea," she said quietly.

Placing it discreetly in her hand, she reached up, and ran her hand lightly through his hair. As she brought her hand down, she placed the communication device in his ear and kissed his cheek. Pretending to adjust her earring, she inserted her own and smiled when she heard Burley's voice in her ear.

"Nice one, Shepard."

They boarded the plane, and Jenny scanned the passengers curiously. Decker and Burley were near the back of the aircraft, while she and Gibbs were four rows in front of them. He allowed her the window seat, and she smiled when his hand brushed her back lightly. She settled into her seat and took out the book she'd brought with her.

"Need anything?" Gibbs asked her.

She shook her head and began reading. Gibbs shifted in his seat and she could tell that he was already bored. Jenny placed a land on his knee and he looked down sharply, unused to the contact in public.

"You might as well get comfortable," she murmured, "it's a long flight."

"Boss, you're supposed to be married. You look like you're afraid she's gonna bite your head off," came Decker's voice over the ear wig.

Jenny smirked at his words and looked over at Gibbs curiously.

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you afraid I'll bite?" she leaned close, her breath warm on his ear, "I promise I won't bite. Unless you want me to."

The look he shot her was enough to make Decker and Burley laugh even from where they sat four rows away.

"When I want you to bite, you'll know," came his low reply.

He lowered his lips to hers and the jolt she felt was strong enough that she was sure he noticed. Her eyes closed and she focused on nothing else but the feeling of his mouth on her own. Decker and Burley exchanged a glance and when Gibbs pulled back, he smirked down at her.

"Better?"

She nodded silently, returning to her book. Jenny pretended like she couldn't feel the stares of her fellow agents from the back of the plane, but when Burley's voice broke the silence, she rolled her eyes.

"Way to go, boss."

Jenny rolled her eyes again as she turned the wedding band on her finger, unused to the weight and when Gibbs reached for her hand, she smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she'd thought.


The house was dilapidated. Broken steps led to a dark porch, a door that looked as though it had been kicked in more than once, and the inside looked even less promising. Gibbs sighed and exchanged a look with the redhead standing next to him.

"Decker, are you sure this is the right address?" he whispered, unsure if they were being watched.

"Definitely, boss. It's not much, but it's outside the city limits enough to keep you from attracting attention. It's only temporary until we get more intel. Then we'll move into the city to be closer. This is still our safe house, though. If something goes wrong and you need to get out of the city limits, this is where you'll go."

"Looks like a crack house," Jenny murmured quietly.

"Sorry it's not the Ritz, Shepard," came Decker's sharp reply.

Gibbs opened the door, wincing as it creaked open. He set the bags he'd been carrying down in the entryway and Jenny placed her own next to them. He looked down at her and when she raised an eyebrow in question, he smiled.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Come here."

She didn't move and he repeated his words. Still, she stayed where she was and shook her head.

"Why?"

"Have to carry you over the threshold," he said with a smirk, "it is our honeymoon, after all."

Her eyes widened.

"I'm too heavy for that."

Decker laughed in her ear and Gibbs took a step closer to her.

"Jen, I could throw you. Come here."

She was still looking at him warily and he leaned down close to her ear.

"Come on, Jen. Trust me."

Her eyes met his and she nodded imperceptibly. He swept her easily into his arms, and her arms wrapped around his neck securely. Once they were inside, he set her lightly on her feet and when she looked up at him, he brushed his lips against hers.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Nielsen."

She smiled and kissed him again, her kiss much more firm than his had been.

"You know...I think this house could use a good "christening", Mr. Nielsen," she said coyly.

His eyes widened at her meaning and she reached up to whisper in his ear.

"Don't worry. I have a plan."

He nodded, not fighting her when she pulled his shirt over his head. Her own shirt was next and for a moment, he was worried that he would be seeing much more of her than he was capable of handling at the present time. The camisole she wore was enough to cover her body, but thin enough that his mind raced with the thoughts of what was underneath. He kissed her again, and his hands automatically found her hips. She guided him into the small bathroom off the hallway and when the door closed behind them, she pulled away.

"Decker, are we clear?"

"All clear. No one can see into any of the bathrooms. Nice work, Shepard."

Gibbs frowned.

"Yeah, just one problem. No one I've ever known has sex silently. They're going to be suspicious."

Shit. Jenny hadn't thought of that. An idea came to her and she smiled.

"Well, my shoulders are a little stiff from the plane ride," she said pointedly.

He took the hint and nodded. He sat down on the floor, his back against the door frame, and Jenny positioned herself between his legs. His hands found her shoulders and gently began massaging the tight muscles there. Jenny hummed in appreciation and when her hand squeezed his thigh, he let out a low moan.

His fingers landed on a particularly sore spot on her shoulders, carefully kneading the area and her head fell back against his chest with a loud moan. He tried to focus on anything but the smooth skin of her throat as he looked down at her and smiled, proud of her innovation.

"Damn, Shepard."

"Shut up, Burley," Jenny whispered, "you're breaking my concentration."

Gibbs smirked and moved his hands to her hair. He pulled it free of the clip she'd pinned it in, and when it slipped through his fingers, she sighed. He couldn't help but wonder what she was concentrating on and when he brought his lips down to her ear, she jumped.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Trying to remember the sign for "stupid", in case I have to deal with Burley."

"I heard that, Red."

"You were meant to, Stan."

Gibbs laughed. He crashed his lips onto hers, his tongue running over her bottom lip gently. Her hands wound into his hair and he moaned as her nails lightly scraped his scalp. He brought his mouth to the base of her throat and savoured the taste of her skin, her pulse jumping under his lips. Her breath caught and while he wasn't quite sure if it was part of their act or if it had been genuine, he had the feeling it was real. He kissed her again and when he spoke, the vibrations of his voice made her shiver.

"Come on, Jen."

He kissed her throat and she moaned, her hands gripping him tightly, and when she looked up at him, there was something in her eyes he couldn't read.

"Boss? Shepard? I think it should be safe now."

Jenny stood and he followed her lead, opening the bathroom door. She ruffled his hair slightly to give it a "post coital" appearance and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Good work, Jen," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded once and bent to pick up the shirt that she'd discarded earlier. He grabbed his own and pulled it over his head. Jenny picked up her bags and headed up the stairs, looking over her shoulder as she walked.

"You know, this might not be so—"

Her words were cut short as the step under her foot gave way and she sank into the framework. Gibbs was by her side in an instant, trying to survey the damage in the dimly lit room. Her leg was no longer visible from the shin down, having been swallowed by the hole in the step and she winced as she tried to remove it.

"I think there's a piece of wood keeping it stuck," Gibbs remarked.

She glared up at him.

"You think?"

He ignored her, kneeling carefully down and grabbing her leg. He determinedly paid no attention to the jolt he felt when he touched her, and maneuvered her ankle slowly. She hissed in pain, but said nothing, bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders. After a few minutes, her ankle was finally free and he lifted the fabric of her dress pants to examine it carefully.

"It's a little scratched, but it should be okay."

She nodded and slowly made her way up to the second story landing. She paused just inside the master bedroom and frowned at the surroundings. Gibbs brushed his hand along her back to alert her of his presence. She turned and gave him a smile.

"Not ideal, is it?"

"It'll do."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned into his chest. His lips were light on her neck and she reached around to frame his face with her hand.

"We don't even know if we're being watched yet."

He kiss the shell of her ear gently.

"Better safe than sorry."

The sun was beginning to set and he gestured to the bed, eyeing her curiously.

"Which side do you prefer?"

"The one that lets me get some sleep. This jet lag is killing me."

She reached for her bag, pulling out her sleepwear, and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. He tried very hard not to think about her changing her clothing as he slipped into an old Marine t-shirt and sweatpants and when she emerged, he fought to keep his jaw closed.

Her gown was long satin, cream-coloured that accented her fiery hair perfectly, and it hugged her body in a way that was making it difficult for him to breathe. Her long hair cascaded down to her shoulders, curling slightly, and he swallowed thickly. She noticed him staring and offered him a flirtatious smile.

"Woah, looking good, Red."

Jenny rolled her eyes, flipping off the camera in the corner of the room and she heard Decker's quiet laughter in her ear. Though she was grateful that they'd had the foresight to install their own cameras before she and Gibbs arrived, she was more than a little annoyed at the thought of her every move being watched by her colleagues. She looked at Gibbs, raising her eyebrows as she caught him staring at her and smiled.

"See something you like, Mark?"

Right. Her use of his code name snapped him back to the reality of the situation. He nodded and when she crossed the room to him, her hand traced patterns on his chest lightly.

"Well, it is our honeymoon. We might as well enjoy ourselves."

"Thought you wanted to sleep."

"I will. Later."

She raised up to kiss him and when he pushed her down on the bed, she smiled as he tangled his hand in her hair. He rested his body over hers and after kissing her for a few more minutes, he pulled back to look at her seriously.

"Think they bought it?"

"If they're watching, they did."

He moved to the other side of the bed and when she turned away from him, he laughed.

"What?"

"I'm definitely feeling married..."

She laughed and within minutes, she had fallen asleep. His fingertips brushed over her skin lightly and he sighed.

"You okay, boss?"

He frowned at Decker's voice in his ear, but answered nonetheless.

"Just thinking."

"Shepard's good undercover. Better than I would have thought."

Gibbs nodded.

"Yeah. She is. Get some sleep, Decker. Real work starts tomorrow."


Gibbs didn't know what time it was when he opened his eyes, but he knew it was late. For a moment, he was wildly disoriented and then the events from earlier came rushing back to him. He frowned at a slight movement next to him, and when he glanced down, he frowned. Sleeping soundly, her red hair strewn about the pillow, with her body securely wrapped in one of his arms, was Jenny Shepard.

He had no idea when she'd moved closer to him, nor when his own arm had reached out to hold her, but he found that he really didn't care. Something about her laying in his embrace felt so right that he didn't ever want the night to end. She turned in his arms, her head tucked under his chin, and he smiled as her fingers closed around his shirt. He placed a light kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes, breathing in the scent of her perfume.

"Good night, Jen."


As she walked down the stairs, careful to avoid the broken step, Jenny shook her head slowly. She'd woken to find herself wrapped in the arms of her partner/boss, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. Deciding that it would be better to ignore it, she'd made her way down to the kitchen, searching for something resembling coffee. Her search turned up nothing, and she frowned at the sound of footsteps behind her.

"Morning, Jen."

Rolling her eyes at the nickname but saying nothing, the redhead turned and smiled at him.

"Morning. Did you sleep well?"

He shrugged, not willing to admit that he'd slept better than he had in years with her wrapped in his arms, and she nodded.

"Jet lag's a bitch," she said lightly.

Frowning, his eyes scanned the sparse kitchen and she laughed, knowing exactly what he was looking for.

"Hate to disappoint you, but there's no coffee. We need to go into town and buy a few things."

He pulled her to him, her eyebrow going up in surprise, and when he kissed her, she had to fight to remember that it was all a show.

"We could always stay awake another way."

She nodded, and he swept her into his arms, heading for the stairs. He easily dodged the broken step, and when he tossed her gently onto the bed, she frowned.

"Since when am I a sack of potatoes?"

Gibbs shrugged, leaning over her, and his hand immediately went to her hair. He kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping into her mouth, and she moaned, her hands pulling him closer. He wasn't sure if she could feel the same electricity that passed through them, but he hoped he wasn't imagining it. She gasped as he moved his lips to her throat and he smirked as he felt her body shaking beneath his. A loud knock at the door downstairs made them both jump, and their eyes met, both breathing heavily.

Throwing her feet over the side of the bed, Jenny grabbed a long silk robe, tying it around herself, and they walked carefully down the stairs. Gibbs opened the door slowly, frowning at the couple standing on the other side.

"Good morning. I'm sorry to bother you so early, but my wife and I wanted to introduce ourselves and ask if you needed any help navigating the town. We saw you moving in last night," the man said in heavily accented English.

Gibbs glanced at Jenny, neither of them believing the excuse for an instant, and he nodded, holding out his hand.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you. Mark Nielsen. This is my wife Jennifer."

"Edward Lutz. My wife, Lorraine. Nice to meet you both."

Jenny nodded, but said nothing.

"I was about to head into town and do some shopping, if you'd like to join me," Lorraine said, looking at the redhead.

"You're American," Jenny said in surprise.

The younger woman nodded.

"I've lived here for nearly ten years, though. I met Ed on a vacation and we fell in love. Been married ever since."

"That's sweet," Jenny replied with a smile.

"What about you two?"

"I'm a teacher. American Sign Language. I met Mark through a mutual friend a few years ago and now here we are, on our honeymoon."

Lorraine nodded.

"How long will you be staying?"

Jenny shrugged.

"Not sure yet. We're kind of playing it by ear."

"Understandable. Anyway, like I said, if you'd like to join me, I'm going into town to do a bit of shopping."

Jenny smiled, but shook her head slowly.

"No, thanks. I really do appreciate the offer, but I'm fighting a major case of jet lag right now. We were just about to head up to bed."

"No problem. Sorry we bothered you. Maybe I'll see you around later."

As Gibbs shut the door behind them, he raised his eyebrow at Jenny and she frowned.

"I don't trust them."

He nodded.

"Neither do I."

"Boss, if you want, I can run their names. Even if they're using an alias, I can find out something."

"Do it, Decker. Report back when you have information. I'm going back to bed."

Jenny yawned, running her hand through her hair.

"You read my mind," she said softly.

He swept her into his arms, carrying her carefully up the stairs, and when he set her down on the bed, she frowned.

"Believe it or not, I am capable of walking."

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't carry you to bed, Jennifer?"

She glared at him.

"The kind that doesn't get murdered in his sleep," she snapped, "and don't call me Jennifer."

He shrugged.

"That is your name, you know."

"It makes me feel like I'm a little kid getting yelled at by my father. So knock it off."

"Ducky calls you Jennifer," he reminded her.

She nodded.

"Yes, but Ducky is like my father. If you value your life, you'll only call me Jennifer when necessary."

He leaned over to kiss her gently and when she returned the kiss, he knew he'd been forgiven.

"Get some sleep, Jen."

She curled onto her side, and when he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, she smiled.

"Paris is already more entertaining than America."

He laughed, brushing his lips over her throat gently.

"Fun is just beginning, Jen."


A/N: Hope you liked it.