A/N: We've arrived at that second night...you know what that means. Jibbs smut all the way. Hope you enjoy!


As Jenny walked through the busy streets of Paris, she was taken aback by the sheer beauty of the city. She'd found nearly everything she'd been looking to buy, with the exception of Gibbs' bourbon, but she'd purchased a bottle of cognac that would just have to be good enough for him. She smiled to herself at the thought of his expression, and she was so caught up in her thoughts that it took her a moment to realise that someone was calling her name.

"Jennifer!"

Finally, it clicked in her mind, and she turned. Lorraine Lutz was waving at her from a nearby shop, and she painted a smile on her face as she walked closer.

"Hi, Lorraine. What are you doing here?"

"I told you I was coming into the city to shop."

Jenny nodded.

"Yes, but that was hours ago."

Lorraine held up a book and shrugged.

"I found a book and got caught up reading it. I have a tendency to do that when I shop. That's why Ed hates coming with me. Where's Mark?"

Jenny smiled, looking at her closely.

"Back at the house. He wanted to do some repairs. It's not exactly...the safest right now. We're probably going to have to stay at a hotel for awhile."

There. Now when they disappeared after getting their intel, it wouldn't look suspicious. Besides, it was partially true.

"Yeah, no one has lived in that place for as long as I've been here. I thought Ed was joking when he told me that he saw you moving in."

Jenny smiled at her words, and took a slow step away.

"It was great to see you, but I really should get back. Mark will be wondering where I am."

Lorraine nodded, picking up her book again.

"Sure. I'll see you around, Jennifer. Have a good one."

"You, too."

Brushing her hair over her shoulder, Jenny turned away and began walking in the opposite direction. She was determined to find a way to get some time alone with her neighbour and figure out just who she was. Not that she would tell Gibbs just yet. She needed time to put her plan together and go over every possible outcome. After all, if wouldn't be good for anyone if it backfired and she ended up dead...or worse.


Gibbs was instantly alert at the sound of footsteps on the porch, and straightened up, listening carefully. The telltale click of heels made him relax and he smiled as he returned to the work he'd been doing. He'd spent the better part of the day sweeping the place for cameras and other recording devices, finding only the ones Decker and Burley had placed, but he was still cautious. That, at least, was the excuse he was going to give if his agents questioned the way he behaved around their redheaded counterpart.

Said redhead walked through the door slowly, carrying various bags and he immediately crossed the room to help her with them. She smiled as he took a few from her, and raised her eyebrow in question. He merely shrugged, making his way to the refrigerator that now worked (thanks to him), and as he began unloading their supplies, he frowned at the bottle of cognac.

"Really?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Hate to break it to you, but you aren't going to find any Kentucky bourbon here."

"Fair enough. How was the city?"

"Busy. But my god...it was so amazing. It's so different from anything I've ever experienced."

He smiled as she spoke, happy to see her so excited, and he nodded.

"It's always a bit of a culture shock when you visit a foreign country."

"It's beautiful. You wouldn't believe it."

"I'm going to find out. We're meeting Decker tonight for a briefing."

Jenny nodded.

"I ran into that woman we met this morning."

Gibbs frowned, trying to remember her name.

"Lauren? Laura?"

"Lorraine," Jenny corrected, "She seems nice enough, but I'm still suspicious. Did Decker find out anything?"

Gibbs shook his head, still putting food in the refrigerator.

"I don't know. Hang on."

He turned his ear wig up, making sure it worked, and spoke just loud enough that Decker would be able to hear him.

"Hey, Decker! You find anything on those names?"

There was silence for a few moments, and at first Jenny wasn't sure he was going to answer. Finally, his voice came through, slightly breathless, and Gibbs frowned.

"Ah, negative, Gibbs. They're both clean. No aliases, no records, everything checks out."

The team leader nodded, wrapping his arm around Jenny as she stood next to him. She wasn't sure if he was merely acting or if it was genuine, and when he pulled the communication device from his ear, she frowned.

"Come on."

He led her through the house, showing her where each camera had been placed, and when they stopped in the bedroom, she frowned.

"These are all the ones Decker and Burley put in."

He nodded.

"Haven't found anything else. It looks like we're safe here."

Leaning closer, he brought his lips close to her ear, speaking low enough that it wouldn't be detected.

"If anyone asks, we don't know that. We're keeping our cover up just to be safe until we know for certain."

Realising what he meant, Jenny smiled as she nodded, and when he kissed her, her fingers threaded through his hair. She was already beginning to hate being undercover for a multitude of reasons, but this wasn't one of them. This may have been the only positive side to the entire situation.


When Jenny finally spotted Decker, she rolled her eyes as she realised he had chosen the most stereotypical tourist attraction to stand in front of. The Eifle Tower was brilliantly lit behind him, and Gibbs frowned at him as they walked closer.

"Could you be any more out in the open?"

Decker shrugged.

"The best place to hide is in plain sight. Besides, who wouldn't visit the Eifle Tower on their honeymoon?"

Jenny shook her head and glanced around curiously.

"Where's Burley?"

Without moving, Decker cut his eyes to his right and when Jenny saw the other agent in the shop across the street, she nodded.

"Right, so what do we have?"

"Lebanese trawlers coming in tonight and tomorrow. Our guy is supposed to be on one of them, but we don't know which one."

Jenny frowned.

"Do we know what he looks like?"

Shaking his head, Decker sighed.

"No. We're gonna need pictures of everyone who boards or leaves those trawlers. We found a place across the street from the channel with an attic that we can use. Just have to pay the owner a bit to let us use the room. That's where you two come in. It would be too suspicious for me and Burley to stay there together, but no one is going to question a husband and wife staying there. We'll get you everything you'll need, including the money, and then we just have to wait."

Gibbs nodded.

"We move now?"

"Yes."

Decker tilted his head to the right, and when they started walking, Jenny saw Burley begin to follow them from the corner of her eye. It wasn't a long walk, but the night was more than a little warm, causing Jenny to wish that she'd thought to bring a bottle of water. Or any liquid, really. At this point, she wasn't going to be picky. Decker handed her the money he'd secured, and as she spoke to the owner of the building in perfect French, Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"I hate that she's so good at that," he muttered.

"Feeling a little inadequate, boss?"

Gibbs glared at Decker.

"Shut up."

When Jenny reached for his hand, Gibbs very nearly pulled away. He was still unaccustomed to touching her when there were others around, and she smiled knowingly. Decker whispered something to him just before he walked away, and Jenny frowned as they began walking up the stairs.

"What was that?"

"He said they'll bring the camera in a few minutes. Burley's got it with him."

She nodded, and once they had been left alone in the small attic room, Jenny looked out the window thoughtfully.

"At least there's a bed."

Gibbs nodded.

"See anything?"

Jenny shook her head, her red hair falling over her shoulder. Gibbs wanted nothing more than to brush it away and expose the smooth skin of her throat, but he stayed where he was, examining the room carefully. The only piece of furniture was the aforementioned bed, and he sat down on it slowly, wondering how long it would take for the other agents to bring their supplies. A soft knock on the door caused them both to look up, and Jenny made her way to the door quickly.

Peering through a small crack, she smiled when she saw Burley on the other side and opened it slowly.

"Hey, Burley."

"Evening, Red. Sucks that you're spending it with him instead of me."

Jenny laughed.

"In your dreams, Stan."

"Every night, baby."

Gibbs rolled his eyes and walked closer, glaring at the two agents.

"Camera?"

Burley nodded, passing it to him, along with a tripod stand, and before he had time to react, Gibbs had closed the door again, leaving Jenny to stare at him in shock.

"That was kind of rude."

He shrugged.

"We can't risk someone noticing us, Jen. If he had stayed too long, someone would have seen."

Realising he was right, Jenny took the stand from him, walking over to the window and setting it up. As she removed the ear wig from her ear, she pulled her hair back into a high ponytail in a desperate attempt to combat the heat.

"Jethro, you just didn't want to deal with Burley, did you?"

He shrugged at her when she glanced over to him, and she laughed.

"You're horrible."

"Hm...I seem to remember you telling me that I was amazing, Jen."

Jenny rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the camera.

"What time is that trawler scheduled to come in?"

He frowned.

"23:00. We've got time to get set up."

She nodded, angling the camera down and as he watched her work, he couldn't help but notice the curve of her neck as she checked the accuracy of her lens. He shook his head, reprimanding himself for not focusing on the assignment, and when she turned around, she frowned at his expression.

"What's wrong?"

Gibbs shook his head, not willing to admit that he'd been thinking of everything but their work, and Jenny sighed.

"Could it be any hotter in here?"

He laughed.

"Yeah, probably."


Jenny didn't move from her position by the window when Gibbs told her that he was going down to talk to Decker and Burley, opting instead to watch the boat as people flocked to it. She was diligent with her photographs, snapping hundreds a minute, and she sighed as she tried to find a more comfortable position. She was trying to ignore the stifling heat in the room, and she swept her hair up into the highest ponytail she'd ever worn.

"I guess this is what I get for asking if it could be hotter," she muttered to herself.

Peering at the camera, she was overjoyed to find that it had an automatic setting, and she busied herself with figuring out the best way to set up the intervals between shots. When she was satisfied with the function, she placed it back onto the stand, and as the shutter clicked, she laid her head down on her knees, moaning softly.

The opening of the door made her head snap up, and it took a few moments for her heart to stop racing in her chest as she recognised her partner.

"Brought you something," Gibbs said as he shut the door behind him.

She frowned, and he held up a water bottle. She smiled as he passed it to her, taking a long drink of his own as she unscrewed the cap. Her eyes never left him as he crossed the room, stopping just in front of her, and he frowned as he met her gaze.

"You okay?"

Jenny nodded, and he smiled.

"Thanks," she said, indicating the water.

"You're welcome."

She turned to the window again, desperately trying to ignore his close proximity, and when he leaned over her shoulder, she shivered.

"Cold?"

"No," she whispered.

Turning just enough to meet his eyes, her breath caught as she noticed the way he was looking at her. Before she had even realised what had happened, his lips met hers in a kiss that was so hard it was nearly painful. He backed her away from the window, his hands at her waist, and her own hands wound into his hair. She gasped as he bit down on her bottom lip, reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. His fingers found her belt, unhooking it quickly and when it landed on the floor with a clatter, she smiled.

He lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed, and when he set her down, she immediately reached for him, her fingers running over his skin lightly. Her shirt was tossed over the edge of the bed, and as his lips trailed over her skin, her head fell back as she sighed. His mouth moved down her body, stopping just at the top of her jeans, and he ran his hand over her thigh gently.

"The camera?" he asked quietly.

"On automatic."

He nodded, kissing her skin slowly, running his tongue over her body, smiling when he felt her shiver beneath him. Moving back to her lips, he kissed her deeply, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled it free, and he broke away, meeting her eyes seriously.

"Jen?"

She raised her eyebrow in question and he continued.

"Yes or no?"

Considering him carefully, Jenny nodded, and she pulled him closer, her hands trailing his arm lightly.

"Yes, Jethro."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely."

He kissed her again, his hand moving to the button on her jeans, pulling the denim and lace down at the same time, and when he unhooked her bra, he immediately cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She moaned into the kiss, her body arching into his, and his free hand roamed over her thigh slowly. When he slid his fingers into her, she gasped, gripping his shoulder tightly, and he smirked.

"Why are you still wearing jeans?" she asked breathlessly.

"Patience is a virtue, Jen," he said mockingly, throwing her own words back into her face.

"Well, I have so few of those, why would I worry about that one?"

"Fair enough."

He moved his fingers slowly, twisting and curling as she whispered his name, and her own fingers went to the button on his jeans.

"Okay, patience can go to hell."

He laughed as she pushed his boxers and jeans down, and he kicked them off, still touching her, and she jerked as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Oh, fuck..." she whispered, "Do that again."

All to happy to comply, he moved his fingers again, causing a low moan to fall from her lips, and he smiled.

"I could just keep doing that if you want."

She rolled her eyes.

"Are you seriously saying you don't want to do this now?"

He shook his head.

"No way in hell. This is happening."

She laughed and when he kissed her, her tongue explored his mouth slowly, her hands tangling in his hair again. He kept touching her, wanting to make sure that she was ready, and when he pulled his hand away, she sighed in frustration. As soon as he slid into her, all rational thoughts left her mind, and she whispered his name as he stared down at her.

"You okay?"

She nodded, and he kissed her gently.

"Tell me if I hurt you."

"No worries, Jethro. I like it rough."

The pure sinfulness of her words, paired with her low tone, made him harder than he'd thought possible, and he kissed her again as he rolled his hips against hers. Her head fell back as he brought his lips to her throat and when he bit down on her skin, she moaned, her eyes closing tightly. He couldn't contain his look of surprise as she hooked her leg around his waist and flipped them so that she was looking down at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips,

Jenny ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him, her hips rocking against his in a rhythm that was just the perfect pace to drive him insane. He moaned when she bit down on his bottom lip, mirroring her action seconds later and she laughed as she turned her head to nip lightly at his throat. He flipped them again, pinning her hands above her head and as he moved in and out of her, she strained against his tight hold.

"Let me touch you."

He shook his head, lowering his head to her collarbone, dipping his tongue into the hollow of her shoulder. She groaned in frustration as he refused to release her, and when his lips closed around her breast, all thoughts of demanding anything left her mind. He trailed his free hand down her body, pausing to circle her clit with his thumb and she gasped as her body jerked under him.

"Fuck..." she whispered.

He brought his lips to her ear, his breath warm on her skin as he spoke.

"Tell me what you want, Jen."

"I did," she said flippantly, "You won't let me touch you."

He smirked.

"All in good time."

"I don't beg," she informed him sternly.

"You will."

Kissing her again, he sped up his movements, bringing her as close to the edge as he possibly could, and then he stopped altogether, taking in her flushed skin and clouded eyes with a sense of pride. He moved slowly, pulling out of her almost entirely, and he waited, watching her carefully. She was shaking as she tried to reach up to touch his face gently, and when he slammed back into her without warning, she moaned loudly, her head connecting with the frame of the bed harshly.

Just as he was going to ask her if she was okay, Jenny kissed him hard, all teeth and tongue, and he touched her again, smiling when she moaned his name. She still struggled against his hold and she drew in a sharp breath as he drug his teeth across her throat.

"Oh, God..."

"Jethro will do just fine, Jen."

She was close again, and he knew that if he kept moving, she would fall over the edge, and he stopped suddenly. He pulled out of her completely, moving his head down her body and when he released her hands, she immediately reached for his hair. Placing her leg over his shoulder, he pulled her closer and slowly dipped his tongue into her warm heat. Gasping as he moved in and out, she gripped his hair tighter, her body shaking as he moved faster.

"Christ, Jethro..."

He pulled away just as she neared the edge, brushing his lips along her inner thigh in the barest hint of a kiss, and she cried out in frustration. She glared at him and he raised his eyebrow innocently.

"Something wrong, Jenny?"

"You know damn well what's wrong," she snapped.

"You didn't tell me not to. I told you what it would take."

Lowering her leg back down to the bed, he slowly slid inside of her again, loving the way she moaned as he leaned closer to her ear.

"Or did you?" he murmured, his lips brushing over her gently, "Kind of hard to hear when your legs are around my ears."

She couldn't have explained why his words turned her on even more, but she was almost positive that she was going to lose her mind if he kept torturing her like this. He bit down on her throat, soothing the mark he created with his tongue, and she moaned as he began to move again. She'd been kept on edge for so long that it took almost no time at all for her to find it again, and Gibbs wasn't faring much better. He knew his time of dragging this out was coming to a close, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth.

So close now that she could almost taste it, Jenny ran her nails over his skin just enough to combine pain and pleasure, and as she felt the tightening in her lower abdomen, she was suddenly very worried that he was going to stop yet again. He brought his hand between them to touch her once more and she gasped at the sensation.

"Jethro...don't stop," she whispered, "Please don't stop."

As soon as the word fell from her lips, he crashed his mouth onto hers, needing to feel her moan into him as she came undone beneath him. She fell over the edge with a loud moan, her body arching into his, and when he followed her moments later, her name was a harsh whisper in the darkness.

"God damn, Jethro..."

He smiled as he leaned down to kiss her gently, brushing her damp hair out of her face.

"I told you I would make it worth the wait, Jen."

She nodded, raising her hand to weakly run it through his hair and he frowned at its shaking.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Why?"

He looked at her hand pointedly.

"You're shaking pretty badly."

Jenny shrugged, raising herself to a sitting position.

"Consider it a compliment, Jethro."


Hours later, as Jenny stared out into the darkness of the Parisian streets, Gibbs found himself wondering if perhaps they had moved too fast. True, she hadn't stopped him, had even begged despite saying that she refused to do so, but he worried that her recent assault had fueled her decision. Maybe she'd been so desperate to put it behind her that she'd acted rashly. Then again, she had told him to ask once they'd arrived in Paris, even before she'd been attacked.

She'd left her hair down after they'd gotten back to work, and he took advantage of her distraction to truly examine her in the moonlight. There was something different about her here. Something had changed in her since they'd first met, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Enjoying the view?"

Her quiet voice interrupted his thoughts and he smiled as she turned to look at him.

"Actually, I was just getting ready to tell you to come to bed."

She laughed.

"Once wasn't enough for you?"

"I meant to sleep, Jen. It's late. We need to get up early in the morning and get with Decker to give him the pictures. He can run them against known arms dealers and Burley can take it from there."

Jenny nodded, standing up from her position by the window and when she laid down on the bed next to him, he pulled her into his arms. Placing a light kiss to the base of her throat, he smiled when she met his eyes over her shoulder.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Told you that I would make you beg."

"Shut up, Jethro."

He laughed, kissing her again, and she turned away, trying her best to sleep. When her even breathing filled the room twenty minutes later, he smiled as he ran his hand over her hair lightly. She turned in his arms, tucking her head under his chin and he kissed her forehead gently.

"Night, Jen."


The next time Jenny opened her eyes, the first thing she registered was the arm holding her in place against Gibbs' chest. She smiled as she thought about the events of the past few hours and she tried to remember exactly why she had waited so long to sleep with him. She moved her head just enough to look at him, and she ran her fingers over his skin gently. He looked ten years younger when he slept, years of worry and pain erased from his face, and she raised up to place a light kiss on his cheek. She didn't know what memories haunted him in the day, but she was happy that at least in sleep, he seemed to be able to find peace.

Settling back down in his embrace, she closed her eyes and tried to relax enough to sleep, but her mind was racing, She was still trying to figure out the best way to get close to Lorraine Lutz and so far, she was coming up short. Just before she fell into a restless sleep, the perfect idea came to her, and she wanted to kick herself for not realising it sooner. She and Lorraine were both American, living in a foreign country...what better way to bond than reminiscing on their past lives in their home country?


Gibbs kept as still as possible when he woke, reveling in the feeling of the redhead sleeping in his arms, and as he took a deep breath, he smiled. Her eyes slowly opened, and he was amazed at how green they were, so bright even in the early hours of the morning. Looking up at him, she smiled when she realised he was awake and he returned it softly.

"Morning, Jen."

"Morning," she replied, burying her head in his chest in an attempt to sleep again.

"Sleep well?"

She nodded, but still refused to move. He pulled away slightly, looking down at her in amusement and she groaned.

"It's too early, Jethro..."

"Too bad. Get up."

Her answer was muffled by his chest and he shook his head as he stared at her.

"One more time?"

"I said, I can think of better things to do that don't require getting up," she repeated.

To prove her point, Jenny trailed her lips along the base of his throat and though he knew that they really needed to start working, he couldn't deny that he was tempted to take her up on her offer. She moved closer, pushing him back down onto the mattress and when she straddled his waist, his hands instinctively went to her hips. She kissed him slowly, her tongue dancing over his, and when he looked at her, he tried to appear serious.

"We really need to get up."

Jenny nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do."

He frowned and then her meaning clicked in his mind. He smirked, but shook his head.

"Not what I meant."

She kissed him again, moving her lips to his throat, and when she bit down gently, he moaned softly, his hands tightening on her hips.

"Jen..."

Her tongue brushed over the shell of his ear slowly, and he shivered.

"We've got time, Jethro. Decker and Burley are both probably still asleep."

She knew he was losing the battle, and when she moved her hips against his, she smirked as she felt his erection pressing into her. Her lips trailed down his chest, her hair sweeping over his skin, and when she brushed her hand over him, his body jerked underneath her.

"God, Jen..."

"Shh...some people are trying to sleep."

Unable to take it any longer, he flipped her over with a low growl, and as she stared up at him, he reached for the hem of her shirt. He was thankful that she hadn't bothered to put her bra back on the previous night, and as his hands found her breast, she bit her lip to stifle a moan. She pulled his boxers off quickly, and his lips found her throat, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a bruise later. It probably should have concerned him, but his every sense was flooded by the redhead currently running her hands through his hair.

He removed the lace underwear she wore, wasting no time in sliding his fingers into her and she moaned quietly. His movements were more urgent than they'd been the previous night, and as her head fell back against the pillow, she swore in French. A soft cry fell from her lips as he hit a sensitive place within her, and she brought her mouth to his in a deep kiss. He pinned her wrists above her head, and he could tell by the way she struggled that she found it unfair.

Moving his mouth down her body, he released her hands, and when his tongue dipped into her navel, she shivered. He drug his teeth over the inside of her thighs and he took pride in knowing that her porcelain skin would be marred with small bruises after they had finished. Her leg was draped over his shoulder, just as he'd done the previous night, but when he brought his lips to her, he cut her no slack.

Circling her clit with his lips, he pulled the sensitive skin between his teeth and the sound that fell from her throat was a strange combination of a moan and a scream. Her fingers tugged on his hair as he moved his tongue inside of her, and when he felt her getting close, he suddenly stopped, kissing his way back up her body.

Jenny fought to think through the haze in her mind, reminding herself that she needed to breathe, and when he kissed her hard, she decided that maybe air wasn't a necessity after all. She reached between them, her hand wrapping around his hard length and when she squeezed with just enough pressure to make him groan, she smiled. She moved her hand slowly, as though she were kneading dough, and when she swirled her thumb over the tip, her name fell from his lips in a soft whisper.

She brought him close to the edge, frowning when he grabbed her wrist and stopped her movements.

"Won't last if you keep doing that."

Jenny nodded, kissing him again, and he slowly entered her, dropping his head to her shoulder as he moved his hips. She bit down on his throat, sucking the skin between her teeth and he growled her name as he moved. Her hips bucked upwards, meeting his every thrust, and she moaned as his hand went to her breast.

"Harder, Jethro," she whispered, pulling back to look at him.

He met her gaze seriously, taken aback by the way her eyes had darkened. The normally bright viridian irises were smoky with desire, and he kissed her hard as he moved faster.

"Son of a bitch."

Her voice was low, turning him on even more, and he smiled. Her voice did things to him that made him feel the need to repent his sins to a priest. Her hands framed his face and she looked at him intently.

"Kiss me like that again."

He crashed his mouth onto hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth urgently, and she moaned as he bit down on her lower lip. He wanted to hear her scream his name, and he reached between them to touch her, her head falling onto his shoulder as he touched her with just the right amount of pressure.

"Oh, fuck, Jethro...god, don't stop."

He kissed her throat, bringing his lips close to her ear, and he made his voice as low as possible.

"Come for me, Jen."

Moaning at his words, Jenny found that she couldn't have stopped herself from screaming even if she'd tried. She fell over the edge, her breathing laboured, and he bit down on her shoulder as his own orgasm crashed over him. Her name fell from his lips in a breathless whisper, and he buried his head in her crimson hair, marveling at its softness.

"Jen..."

"Hm?"

He pulled back to look into her stunning eyes, and she blew her hair out of her face.

"We really do need to get ready now."

She rolled her eyes, but nodded. He moved off of her, and just before he stood, he kissed her forehead gently.

"If only you could be that focused at work," he quipped as he pulled on his clothes.

"Maybe if you gave me proper incentive, I would be."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Are you seriously trying to bribe me with orgasms, Jethro?"

He reached for her arm, pulling her back against his chest as she walked past.

"Depends. Would it work?"

His lips brushed against her throat and she leaned back into him, reaching behind to frame his face with her hand.

"It might. In any case, it's worth a try."


A/N: The next chapter will delve more into Jenny's pursuit of Lorraine and Ed's identities.