A/N: Well, since the world is in a panic, I decided to write a power-outage piece. Jibbs smut, Ducky and Abby play games, Ziva is bored, and McGee tries not to kill DiNozzo. Enjoy!

Glaring at the silver-haired agent as she all but dragged him into MTAC, Jennifer Shepard swore, in no uncertain terms, that she was going to kill him some day. He said nothing as she turned to the technician working behind her and painted a false smile on her face.

"Could you give us a moment?"

The young woman nodded, and beckoned to the man sitting next to her. Not wanting to be present for another one of Director Shepard's famous arguments with one Special Agent Gibbs, they wasted no time in heading for the door. As soon as it swung shut behind them, Jenny turned, moving so quickly that her hair whipped around and smacked her in the face.

"Are you out of your mind?" she hissed, "You can't go off on a television reporter just because she asked you a simple question."

He frowned.

"She asked me—"

"I know what she asked you!" Jenny interrupted, "I saw the broadcast. It doesn't matter. You can't—"

Without warning, every light flickered off, stopping her rant, and she frowned, looking up at him in confusion.

"What the hell?"

"Looks like the power's out."

Well...this was exactly how Jenny Shepard wanted her day to go...

Timothy McGee rolled his eyes as Anthony DiNozzo took a large bite out of the breakfast burrito he'd bought and frowned.

"Tony...it's lunch time. Why are you eating a breakfast burrito?"

The Senior Field Agent shrugged.

"I dunno," he admitted, "I just had this sudden craving for scrambled eggs, cheese and bacon wrapped in a tortilla."

They stepped into the elevator, and McGee sighed, secretly wishing he had thought to bring his own lunch rather than buy whatever Tony had wanted. He'd never been a big fan of the breakfast burrito, but he supposed it was better than having to listen to Tony complain about it for hours on end. The elevator suddenly stopped, plunging them into darkness, and the younger man glanced over.

"What, you think you're Gibbs now?"

Tony frowned, swallowing his food.

"Wasn't me. I've got better things to do. Like finish this delicious delicacy."

McGee rolled his eyes again.

"A burrito is not a delicacy."

"It is when we don't know how long we might be stuck in here, McHangry."

As the younger agent pulled out his phone and called his boss, he realised that for once, Tony might have a point.

Ziva David didn't so much as flinch when the lights in the squad room went out, shrugging as she returned to the book she had been idly flipping through. Now was as good a time as any to brush up on some light reading, she supposed. Nevermind the fact that she was extremely hungry and was waiting for her partner to return with her lunch that he'd offered to buy her. If all else failed, she would drink as much water as possible to simulate the feeling of fullness. After all, she was no stranger to going without food.

Abby Sciuto had just entered autopsy when the power shut off, and she exchanged a confused look with the elderly Scottish doctor.

"It would seem that the power has gone out, my dear Abigail," he remarked, somewhat amused.

She nodded.

"Guess we'd better call Gibbs and let him know where we are."

As if on cue, the Goth's phone rang and she smiled.

"Or not. He'll call us."

She answered it quickly, assuring him that she and Ducky were safe and accounted for, and when she had hung up, she hopped up onto one of the metal tables.

"Okay, Ducky. Looks like it's just you and me for awhile."

He smiled.

"Could be worse. Could be Anthony," he quipped.

Looking at the redhead curiously as she walked to the sealed door of MTAC, Leroy Jethro Gibbs frowned. Something had set her off this week, making her much more irritable than usual, and while he was usually willing to admit that he was the probable cause, he couldn't think of anything he had done (save for arguing with the reporter that morning) that would have pissed her off.

"Jen...it's not going to open with the power out."

She glared at him, shaking her head as she pulled on the door to no avail.

"I know that," she snapped, "It's like when you lock your keys in your car. You still have to try the handle even though you know it won't work."

He smirked in the darkness, hardly able to see her as she came closer, and she threw herself into one of the chairs with a sigh.

"Is everyone accounted for?" she asked resigned.

"Yep. Ziva's in the squad room, Abby's with Ducky, McGee and DiNozzo are in the elevator, Cynthia's at her desk, and we're here. Together."

She laughed sarcastically.

"McGee and DiNozzo stuck in the elevator together...that won't end well."

He nodded as he realised she was probably right. They would be at each other's throats in minutes. If not seconds.

"Storm must have knocked out the power. It was pretty bad out there earlier."

"I hate snowstorms," Jenny muttered.

"I know."

He sat down next to her, occasionally sneaking a glance at her and she sighed, placing her head in her hands.

"This is going to be brutal."

For once, Gibbs had no trouble in admitting that she was right.

"Tony, do you have to chew so loudly?"

"Sorry, McGeek. Not my fault that we got trapped in here at lunch time. You gonna eat yours?"

McGee nodded.

"Yeah, but I'm rationing it. That way, if we're in here for too long, I won't run out of food as fast."

"Crap," Tony muttered, "I didn't think of that."

"What a surprise," McGee sighed sarcastically.

"Hey! Cool it, McSnappy. Just because we're in here doesn't mean we can't have fun. Let's play a game."

Shaking his head, Tim McGee wondered what on earth he had done in a past life to warrant this kind of punishment.

Jenny sighed as she ran her hand through her long red hair, glancing around the room in boredom. She knew she'd been less than pleasant to deal with the past few days, but it did nothing to ease her frustration. Though she would never tell him, Gibbs' close proximity was making it difficult for her to think, at least about anything other than the reason she'd been so irritable, and she sighed again.

It had been far too long since she'd slept, eaten, or had any kind of intelligent conversation, and when combined with a serious sexual frustration, the end result was one extremely annoyed redhead. Jenny had never considered herself to be promiscuous, and her decidedly inactive sex life backed that up, but she'd have been lying if she'd said that she hadn't been seriously pissed off by her complete lack of orgasms lately.

She knew that it was probably getting close to her time of the month, resulting in a higher than normal libido, but the logic behind it did little to alleviate the problem. Add to that the extremely frustrating but incredibly sexy man sitting just three feet away from her, and she was finding it more than a little difficult to keep herself in check.

"You okay?" he asked suddenly.

She turned at the sound of his voice, nodding slowly as she took a deep breath.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged.

"Just seemed like something's been bothering you lately."

God, why did he have to be so perceptive to her mood?

"I'm fine," she said shortly.

Though he didn't believe her in the slightest, Gibbs knew it would be in his best interest if he dropped the subject. After all, no one knew better than him how unpleasant an angry Jenny Shepard could be to deal with, especially in confined spaces.

"So, as we were looking for a way to escape, I happened to notice that there was a small fishing boat approaching us from the nearby channel. Can you guess who had stolen it?"

Abby shook her head, waiting to hear the conclusion of Ducky's story.

"Our lovely Director."

"No way! Director Shepard stole a boat to keep you and Gibbs from being arrested?"

He nodded, winking at her conspiratorially.

"Yes, but she wasn't the Director at the time. It was quite impressive, I must admit. I shudder to think about what would have happened if she hadn't been so quick-minded."

Abby laughed, gaining an entirely new respect for her "Mommy", and hugged him gently.

"She probably would have broken you both out of jail."

Ducky laughed, nodding.

"Yes, I imagine she would have."

Taking a long drink from her water bottle, Ziva sighed, stretching in her chair. She glanced out the window, but frowned as she realised that she couldn't see anything through the swirling snow and wind. She picked up her phone, texting Tony lazily, and smiled when she thought of him being trapped in the elevator with McGee. Maybe she could find another way to entertain herself after all.

As his phone buzzed in his pocket, Tony sighed, pulling it out and reading the text slowly. When he had finished, he angrily slapped McGee on the shoulder, earning him a harsh glare that would have made Gibbs proud.

"What was that for?" McGee snapped.

"Lisa and Tommy end up together in your book?"

The younger man shrugged.

"I already told you that it's not based on you guys. It's a work of fiction."

"Riiiight..." Tony said disbelievingly, "and I bet LJ Tibbs ends up sleeping with his boss, too."

McGee said nothing, and Tony knew he had his answer.

"Oh, man, Probie...the boss is gonna love that."

Gibbs watched Jenny from the corner of his eye as she shifted in her chair uncomfortably, and he frowned as he tried to figure out what could be upsetting her. She seemed tired, though that was nothing unusual, but underneath it, there was a different emotion at play, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. She glared at him suddenly and he met her eyes coolly.

"What?"

"Do you have to sit there?"

The scent of sawdust and coffee was making her head spin, and he frowned at her odd question.

"Is there a problem with where I'm sitting, Director?"

"We have the entire room to sit in, and you just had to sit directly next to me?"

As he searched her eyes, he suddenly realised what was bothering her, and he fought the urge to laugh. He stood up slowly, leaning as close to her as he could and when she took an unsteady breath, he knew he had her.

"All you had to do was ask, Jen."

He pulled away as suddenly as he'd arrived, leaving her momentarily disoriented, and made his way to the front of the room. Deliberately sitting as far away from her as possible, he knew it wouldn't take long before she snapped.

Ziva smiled to herself as she continued reading her copy of Deep Six, wondering if the attraction she felt for Tony was really as obvious as McGee made it out to be in his novel. She'd always prided herself on being able to keep her emotions buried beneath her facade, but now she was beginning to wonder if she hadn't been as successful as she'd originally thought. Of course, she supposed that he could have merely exaggerated it for literary purposes. Yes. That had to be it.

"Really, Jethro? All the way across the room?"

Gibbs glanced at his watch, amused that it had only taken less than ten minutes for Jenny to break, and he shrugged.

"Make up your mind, Jen. You want me to sit next to you or on the other side of the room?"

She stood up, carefully making her way closer to him, following the path mainly from memory as it was nearly impossible to see, and when she stopped in front of him, he didn't even have to look up to know that she was glaring at him.

"You are impossible, you know that?"

"So I've been told. By many people."

"And yet you still can't take a hint," she quipped.

He stood quickly, looking down at her with an expression that she couldn't identify, and his bright blue eyes met her own green slowly. He recognised the look of desire in them, hell, he'd seen it often enough when they'd been together, and he placed his hands on her shoulders carefully. She didn't move, raising her eyebrow in question, and he reached out to touch her cheek lightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly.

"Taking a hint," he replied simply.

He brought his mouth to hers in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, and in spite of herself, Jenny's hands found his waist easily. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling it to one side, and when he bit down on her throat, she gasped, her eyes slipping closed again. Moving so that they weren't trapped by the chairs, Gibbs lifted her up, smirking as her legs wrapped around his waist automatically. Every touch was so familiar, yet new in a way that only absence could explain, and when he lowered her to the floor, she ran her fingers through his hair with a small smile.

"What makes you think this is the hint you needed to take?" she asked breathlessly.

"You want me to stop?"

She shook her head, her hand still running through his hair as she spoke.

"Don't you dare."

He kissed her again, the moan that fell from her lips making him want her even more, and Jenny wasted no time in pushing his jacket from his shoulders. His hand slid beneath the waistband of her slacks, pulling them off easily, and when he touched her, he was surprised by how wet she already was.

"Been awhile?" he asked casually.

"What?" she gasped, hardly able to think as he touched her.

"Just wondering."

She shook her head, not wanting to admit that he was right, but also knowing that he was the only person who affected her so strongly.

"It isn't that," she answered, kissing him again, "You've always done this to me."

He was a bit surprised by her admission, but said nothing. He'd never really stopped to consider the effect he had on her, usually too preoccupied with her effect on him. Kicking off his shoes, he allowed her to unhook his belt, and when he tossed his clothing aside, he immediately reached for her again. Sapphire blue met emerald green in the darkness, and he kissed her deeper than he had in years, trying to make up for lost time.

As the last of their clothing was removed, he looked at her seriously, wanting to give her the opportunity to stop him if she wanted.

"You sure?"

"Without a doubt."

"Birth control?"

Jenny rolled her eyes and nodded.

"I'm not completely stupid, Jethro."

"Nope, just mostly."

She glared at him in mock outrage and smacked his arm.

"Only when it comes to you, you idiot."

He smiled, kissing her again, and when he entered her, it took her a moment to remember how to breathe. Though she hadn't told him as much, it had been awhile, and she closed her eyes as she adjusted to the feeling. He noticed her stillness and ran his hand through her hair gently.

"Jen?"

"Just give me a minute," she murmured, shaking her head.

He nodded, kissing her forehead and he smiled knowingly.

"So, it has been awhile..." he laughed.

"Shut up, Jethro."

Slowly, she nodded, and he kissed her again, rolling his hips slowly against hers. It didn't take as long as she had feared for the slight pain to subside, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, using them to pull herself up enough that she could trail her lips along his throat. He moaned as her teeth nipped at his skin, letting his hands touch every part of her that he could reach. It had been so long since he'd touched her, so long since he'd tasted her, and it was enough to make his head spin.

Though normally Jenny had no trouble taking control in matters of sex, she soon realised that she wanted him to be the more dominant one this time. She kissed him hard enough to bruise, and he returned it just as much, his voice breathless as he spoke.

"No slow and easy tonight, Jen?"

She laughed, shaking her head.

"Not this time."

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head and she bit her lip to muffle the moan that built within her as he sucked the flesh of her throat between his teeth. She strained against his hand, not really wanting him to release her, and when his grip tightened, she sighed. He moved his hips faster, his lips trailing down her body to close around her breast and she arched into him, whispering his name as he moved.

"Jesus Christ, Jethro..."

He brought his free hand between them, touching her clit with just enough roughness to combine pain and pleasure, and he swirled his tongue around her nipple slowly.

"Oh, fuck..." she whispered, "Don't stop."

Still straining against his hold on her wrists, Jenny moaned as he hit the perfect spot, and when he finally let go of her hands, she immediately grabbed his shoulders, her nails trailing down his body. He brought his lips to hers again, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth and she moaned quietly as he brought her closer to the edge.

"I love when you do that," she whispered, kissing him again.

"What?"

She kissed him again, as hard as she could, and smiled when he looked down at her.

"When you kiss me like it's the last time you'll ever do it."

His lips met hers, biting down just as she fell over the edge, and as they both struggled to catch their breath, he kissed her forehead gently.

"If you'd let me, I'd kiss you like that every day," he whispered.

McGee groaned as Tony asked yet another infuriating question and reached into his bag for the burrito he'd been saving. He could feel the Senior Field Agent staring at him, looking at the food longingly, and he took a slow bite, deliberately drawing it out, and Tony sighed.

"You're killing me, Probie Wan Kenobi. I'm starving over here."

"That's why you shouldn't have eaten yours so quick."

Tony glared at him.

"I didn't know we were going to be stuck here for three hours," he snapped.

"Not my problem," McGee shrugged.

"Come on, McGee...just a bite."

"Forget it, Tony. Not happening."

He groaned, sliding down the wall of the elevator, and when his phone chirped, he nearly threw it across the lift in frustration.

"What?"

"Ziva sent me a picture of the bag of chips she found in her bag...how did she know?"

"Hm...let's see, you eat like a stoner, we've been stuck here for three hours, and she knows you don't know how to ration things. She's not stupid, she put the pieces together."

"Kill me, McGee. I can't take it anymore."

McGee rolled his eyes, taking another small bite of his breakfast burrito and folding it carefully back into its wrapper.

"Don't tempt me," he muttered.

Clapping her hands excitedly as she won yet another game of hangman, Abby hugged Ducky tightly before reaching for her CAFPOW. She had thankfully been carrying it with her when she'd entered autopsy, and she smiled as the caffeine buzzed through her veins.

"Wonder what everyone else is doing?" she mused thoughtfully.

"Let's see...Ziva is probably entertaining herself by rearranging Anthony's desk, Timothy is trying not to murder young Anthony, and Jethro and Jennifer...they've probably already murdered each other."

Abby gasped, her eyes wide.

"Tony said Director Shepard was yelling at him right before they went into MTAC. You don't really think...oh, God...we're going to need at least one body bag."

He nodded solemnly.

"Two people with short tempers...three hours locked in a room with no way out...yep. One of them is definitely dead. The question is, who killed who?"

They exchanged a look and nodded simultaneously.

"She did," they said together.

Watching Jenny as she finished buttoning her shirt, Gibbs couldn't help but smile at the way her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Her lips were slightly swollen, lipstick gone, and when she ran her hand through the tangled red mass, he couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You."

She glared at him, trying to straighten out the mess, and he smiled.

"Face it, Jen. There's no denying it. You look royally and properly fucked."

"Shut up, Jethro."

He laughed again and finally she gave up, resigning herself to the fact that her hair was destined to look as though she'd stuck her finger in an electric socket.

"So...what now?"

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged.

"Well, was this a one-time thing, or...?"

Jenny frowned, thinking. What did she want? Him, obviously, but they'd already tried that once before. Still, this time, she had no reason to leave him. He was her employee, though, and even as she listed it in her "Cons" column in her mind, she knew that it was weak. After all, she'd been his employee when they'd first began. She sighed, looking at him carefully and he met her gaze evenly.

"Ask me later tonight. When we get out of here."

"Pretty bold of you to assume we'll be out of here by tonight."

She nodded.

"Fair enough. Ask me in a few hours, then."

"Until then?"

"Until then..." she smiled, moving closer and laying her head on his shoulder, "Until then, remind me of what I gave up."

As he kissed her again, Jenny knew that she'd already made her decision. Still, she figured she would let him do his best to convince her. After all, he could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.

A/N: I'm waiting to see if my place of employment will be closed due to the virus, and if it is, I have a feeling that many more Jibbs one-shots will be popping up. Have to do something to stave off the boredom!