A/N: By request, here is part two. Not sure how long this will end up being. It may stay as a two-shot, it may not. Depends on my work right now, honestly.

Rubbing her temple wearily, Jenny looked up at Gibbs with a sigh.

"How long has it been?"

He glanced at his watch.

"Four and a half hours."

She groaned, closing her eyes again and he smiled down at her. He ran his hand through his hair and shifted slightly. It was difficult for him to move with Jenny laying across his legs, but he was enjoying her closeness too much to say anything that would cause her to move. They'd been trapped in MTAC for the better part of the day, and though he had greatly enjoyed the first few hours, even he was beginning to feel restless.

"So..." he said cautiously, not wanting to startle her, "have you reached a decision?"

The redhead nodded slowly, raising up from her position and looking at him with an expression he couldn't quite name.

"I don't want this to be a one-night stand," she began softly, "but I don't want to marry you, either."

"There are things in between that, Jen," he pointed out.

"I know. What I mean is...I want this to work, but we need to set some ground rules."

He nodded, not taking his eyes off hers.

"We can't let work interfere with our personal life and vice versa. I won't grant you any kind of special treatment just because we're trying to fix our relationship, and you can't let anyone find out about this."

"Ashamed of me, Jen?"

"No," she assured him gently, "but you can imagine the scandal it would perpetrate. Neither one of us can risk that."

"What about Ducky? You know damn well he can see right through both of us."

Jenny sighed, thinking.

"Fair enough. Ducky can know, but no one else."

"Works for me. Didn't really want to hear DiNozzo's remarks anyway."

She nodded, and as he searched her emerald eyes, it finally dawned on him what the look in them was. Fear was such an uncommon emotion for Jenny to show that it had taken him longer than he wanted to admit to recognise it. He had no idea what had caused the emotion to manifest in her eyes, and he frowned as he looked at her.

"You're scared."

She glared at him and shook her head.

"I'm not scared," she protested, a small laugh of disbelief escaping her.

"I know you, Jen."

He reached for her hand, using it to pull her closer, and he tilted her head up so that she had no choice but to look at him.

"What is it?"

His voice was so gentle, and when combined with his close proximity, Jenny found her resolve weakening. She blinked, looking away from him, and she shook her head slowly.

"I just...I don't want either of us to get hurt. Our past—"

"Is the past," he interrupted her gently, "It's over. We've both forgiven each other for the mistakes we made, and it doesn't matter anymore."

Jenny didn't answer and he ran his thumb over the back of her hand lightly.

"Jenny?"

"How?"

He frowned, unsure of what she was asking, and looked at her in confusion.

"How what?"

"How can you forgive me? I can't even forgive myself, Jethro."

Leaning forward, he kissed her gently, giving her a warm smile, and he ran his fingers through her hair.

"You're much too hard on yourself, Shepard. Always have been."

Her laughter was slightly sad, but she returned his smile nonetheless.

"Let it go, Jen."

She nodded, kissing him again, and as he wrapped his arm around her, he felt lighter than he hand in years.

"Argggggggh...this is torture!"

McGee rolled his eyes, looking over at the other agent.

"Tony, would you stop? This isn't helping."

"I can't help it. This is making me claustrophobic! It's been almost six hours. When are they going to get the power back on?"

"The storm was pretty bad. It'll probably take awhile."

"You have any water?" Tony asked suddenly.

The younger agent shook his head, wishing that he hadn't brought it up. Now that it had been brought to his attention, he was suddenly very aware of how thirsty he was and he swallowed thickly. He pulled out his phone, disheartened to see that the battery was nearly dead, and he sighed, leaning his head back against the wall of the lift.

"I'm starting to wish I had taken a personal day," he said quietly.

"You and me both," Tony agreed.

Ducky frowned at the young woman standing on her head against the autopsy doors, tilting his head slightly.

"What are you doing, Abigail?"

"Increases the blood flow," she said brightly, "and it helps me think. We've been stuck in here for nearly the entire day. I wonder how Tony and McGee are doing."

"I imagine by now young Timothy has strangled Tony," Ducky replied dryly.

"Good point. Our silver fox is probably dead, too."

Ducky laughed.

"Oh, yes. Jennifer has almost certainly killed him by now."

"Poor Gibbs. I liked him," Abby said lightly.

She righted herself, her black pigtails swinging, and she gave him a brilliant smile.

"Up for a game of pictionary?"

"Why not?"

She grabbed a pen, and began drawing, hoping that the power would return soon. As much as she loved spending time with the doctor, she was growing restless.

As she finally finished the book she was reading, Ziva found herself more bored than ever. Her co-workers were still trapped in various parts of the building, leaving her alone in the squad room, and she smiled to herself as she decided to rummage through Tony's desk. There wasn't much of interest to be found, save for the letter opener she had always admired, but she swiped the stapler just to see how long it would take him to notice that it was missing.

She took it upon herself to straighten the area, cleaning McGee's keyboard and wiping down the surfaces of their desks, and when she had finished her task, she was annoyed to discover that only ten minutes had passed. This was dragging on endlessly, and she was still starving. The chips she'd found earlier had done little to ease her appetite, and she ran her hand through her hair tiredly. What a day.

Gibbs looked as Jenny as she paced around the room, her hand running through her still-tangled hair, and she sighed in annoyance. She combed through it slowly, determined to make her appearance look somewhat less disheveled, and Gibbs laughed quietly.

"Think you're fighting a losing battle."

"Shut up, Jethro."

He rolled his eyes.

"I think you've told me to shut up more in the last five hours than you have in the last five years."

"And yet..." she replied sarcastically.

Sitting down again, Jenny tipped over into his lap, her hair spilling over his legs like wine. Her eyes closed and she smiled softly when she felt his fingers slip into the long red strands. A strange humming noise filled the air, and as the lights flickered back on, Jenny blinked rapidly in the brightness.

"Finally," she moaned.

"And here I thought you were enjoying my company," Gibbs quipped.

She sat up, bringing her lips to his and when she pulled away, she nipped at his ear lightly.

"Believe me, I definitely was, but I do have other things I need to do today."

Jenny walked to the door, smiling in relief when it opened slowly. Thank God...

Tony was wildly disoriented when the elevator roared to life, and he looked to McGee in confusion.

"What's going on?"

"We're moving," McGee said simply.

"Oh, thank God...I thought we were gonna be stuck in here for days."

The elevator stopped, and as the doors opened, Tony bolted for the exit, nearly stumbling in his haste to be on stationary non-confined ground. Ziva raised her eyebrows slightly as he threw himself into his chair and when McGee walked to his own desk, he nodded at her wearily.

"I am proud of you, McGee. I would have killed him."

"You have no idea how close I was..." McGee told her seriously.

Abby and Ducky ran into the room, the Goth throwing herself onto each of them in a fierce hug, and when she pulled back, she frowned.

"Where's Gibbs?"

Tony glanced around, searching for their team leader.

"No idea. Must still be in MTAC with the Director."

Abby exchanged a look with Ducky and looked up to the catwalk worriedly.

"Should we go see if we need a body bag?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Gibbs stepped into view, looking annoyed but otherwise unharmed. Abby made a mad dash for him, hugging him tightly, and he frowned in confusion.

"Gibbs! You're okay! We thought maybe Director Shepard had killed you!"

"Believe me, Abby, I was very tempted," came Jenny's amused reply as she walked down the stairs.

Ducky watched her closely as she came closer, his eyes roaming over her unkempt appearance,and while they were all looking a little worse for wear, there was something different about her. As he realised what it was, he had to fight to keep his mouth closed. Her lipstick was all but obliterated, and while he didn't think anyone else had noticed it, he was distinctly aware of the paleness that it gave her skin. Upon closer inspection, he caught a slight smudge of red on the corner of Gibbs' mouth, and he smiled knowingly to himself.

Jenny had noticed his observant gaze, but made no comment as their eyes met. Just in time, she saw the lipstick that had been left behind and tapped Gibbs on the shoulder discreetly.

"I'm not really sure crimson is your colour," she whispered into his ear.

He frowned, and suddenly her meaning clicked. He nodded once, saying that he was going in search of coffee and Ducky leaned closer to Jenny, his voice low in her ear.

"I'm very happy for you, my dear."

She shrugged, trying to appear calm.

"He started it."

Ducky laughed, hugging her gently, and she smiled. He nodded at her as she excused herself to return to her office, unable to contain her bright smile as her door shut behind her.

Throwing open the large silver door of her office, Gibbs smirked at Jenny as she rolled her eyes at him as she hung up the phone. The wind was still screaming outside, snow blowing around the building, and she frowned as he held out his hand.

"Director."

"Agent Gibbs," she said dubiously as she accepted his hand.

"Since the weather is absolutely terrible, I'd like to offer you a ride home."

"I have a driver," she reminded him.

"Yeah, but he needs to get to his own family. Let me drive you."

Knowing he was only using the weather as an excuse, Jenny nodded and gave him a warm smile.

"Only if there's bourbon involved."

"Absolutely. Shall we?"

He helped her into her coat, his fingers brushing gently against her skin, and she shivered slightly.

"Is everyone gone?"

He nodded.

"Yep. Left about an hour ago. Let them cut out early to be safe."

"You're such a softie, Jethro."

He shrugged, leaning down to kiss her cheek, and she laughed as she allowed him to lead her to the steps. Given the events of the day, they opted to take the stairs rather than the elevator, and halfway to the parking lot, they ran into the Scottish doctor as he was pulling his scarf around his neck.

"Ducky," Jenny said surprised, "what are you still doing here?"

"Forgot my keys halfway to my car," he said, holding them up.

She nodded, and gave him a hug before stepping out into the cold.

"Be safe driving home, Ducky."

"Of course, my dear. Have a good night, Jennifer. Jethro."

Gibbs nodded, and as he led Jenny to his truck, it did not escape the doctor's notice that he never once released his hold on her waist as they walked.

Jenny frowned as they pulled up to his house, looking at him slightly amused.

"Why are we here?"

"Told you I was driving you home."

"This is your house, Jethro."

He nodded.

"You really want to spend tonight alone, Jen? You hate snowstorms."

Smiling at the fact that he knew her so well, Jenny shook her head, and he shut off the engine, opening the door slowly. She opened her door, her heel slipping on the frozen ground, and he caught her as she fell, holding her close to his body.

"Such a cliché," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

He laughed quietly, lifting her into his arms, and she threw her arm around his neck, kissing him gently.

"You know, Jen...we could just stay out here all night."

"Jethro, it's freezing out here."

He nodded.

"I'm sure we could find a way to stay warm."

She rolled her eyes, and glared at him.

"Take me inside," she instructed.

He opened his front door, flipping the light switch, and when the room stayed dark, he frowned. Placing Jenny on her feet, he tried it again, glaring at the offending switch when nothing happened.

"It won't work if the power's out," she said, throwing his earlier words back in his face.

"Shut up, Jen."

Using the flashlight from Jenny's phone, Gibbs was able to locate a few small candles, lighting them carefully, and she smiled at him as she picked one up.

"Romantic," she quipped.

"Not freezing to death is more romantic."

He had to admit though, as her eyes were lit by the flame, that she looked beyond gorgeous, and he gave her a small smile.

"I believe you promised me bourbon, Special Agent Gibbs."

He laughed, tilting his head toward the basement steps.

"Ladies first, Director Shepard."

As she slowly sipped her bourbon, Jenny sighed as the wind howled around them. She had never been a huge fan of snow storms, mainly because she never knew how badly they would end up becoming, and Gibbs frowned as he noticed her unease.

"Jen?"

She glanced up at him and he leaned forward.

"You okay?"

Nodding, she took another drink, and gave him a tired smile.

"Just not a big fan of the weather."

She drained her bourbon, and reached for the bottle, not bothering to pour another glass. She tipped the bottle back, taking a long drink, and he frowned at her again.

"Jesus, Jenny."

A slight flush had crept into her normally white skin, and there was a brightness in her eyes that could only be attributed to alcohol. She leaned back against the shell of his boat, giving him a look that was so seductive that he was almost sure he had imagined it. Her eyes were impossibly darker, shining with liquor, and she set the bottle down at her feet, her hair brushing over the glass as she leaned forward.

He glanced at her from his position on the opposite side of the room, leaning against the work table, and she beckoned him closer, her voice low in the darkness.

"Jethro?"

"Hm?"

"Come here."

He pushed off from the table, slowly walking over to her, and as he leaned down, her fingers found his jacket, pulling him onto the floor. Her mouth crashed into his, and his hand wrapped around her waist, hooking her leg around him.

"Once wasn't enough for you today, Jen?"

She shook her head.

"Like you said, it's been awhile. And you know how I get when I drink."

He did, indeed. Alcohol of any kind made Jenny extremely chatty and sexually aggressive. It also made her strangely philosophical, but that was a discussion for a later time. Her bourbon-flavoured tongue danced over his, making his resolve falter, and her hand reached for the hem of his shirt. He slid his leg in between hers, deliberately brushing his knee against her, and she moaned, her hips jerking of their own accord.

Though he couldn't have explained why, Gibbs suddenly wanted to feel her move against him, and he held her firmly in place as he moved his thigh between hers. She kissed his throat, her teeth lightly nipping at his skin, and he groaned softly. She frowned when he shook his head as she tried to change positions, and he kissed her again.

"Just move," he whispered, "Don't overthink it."

He gripped her hips tight enough to bruise, and raised her slowly upward, his eyes closing as her body slid slowly back down his. Elevating his leg slightly, the pressure against her caused Jenny to moan again, and he whispered her name as he kissed her. Still slightly confused by his intentions but not caring enough to question it, Jenny moved closer, straddling his thigh carefully, and she frowned as he pushed her hair to the side.

"What's this about?" she asked quietly.

He shook his head, his tongue tracing patterns over the smooth skin of her throat, and her head fell back.

"I just want to feel you move."

She nodded, not quite understanding it, hell...he didn't understand it himself, it was just something he needed, and she kissed him, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her hips rocked against his thigh, the friction caused from her clothing causing her to moan, and he moved his body in time with her. It was by far one of the most unconventional things they had ever done, but as she felt the tightening in her lower abdomen, Jenny found that she didn't care in the slightest.

Gibbs could tell he was close, and if Jenny's faltering movement was any indication, she was as well, and while he screamed her name in his head, all that fell from his lips was a low moan. She seemed to be losing the battle she'd been fighting, and as his hands tightened on her hips, she closed her eyes slowly.

"Jethro..." she whispered.

He felt something within him snap like a rubber band as her hips ground into his thigh, and his head fell back against the boat as he fell over the edge. The sound of her name, spoken in that low husky voice, made Jenny follow him down, her body shaking as her second orgasm of the day filled every fiber of her being.

She collapsed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, and he reached up slowly, brushing her damp hair back from her face. He kissed her forehead gently, and she frowned.

"Jethro?"

"Yeah?"

His voice was shaking slightly, and she found it oddly sexy.

"Now we have to do laundry."

He laughed, nodding as she moved off of him, and as he stood, he held out his hand to help her up.

"I guess you're right. Good thing I have plenty of clean clothes until the power comes back on."

Right. She'd forgotten that they wouldn't be able to clean their clothing until the electricity was restored, and she nodded as he led her to the stairs.

"What about me?"

He threw her a look that was positively sinful.

"Who said anything about you wearing clothes?"

She rolled her eyes, and shook her head slowly.

"Not happening. I'm exhausted."

Indeed, she did look as though she might fall over at any time, and he nodded, wrapping his arm around her as they walked to the bedroom. He rummaged through the drawers, annoyed that he only had a small candle to illuminate the room, and he tossed her a shirt. She peeled off her clothing, slipping easily into his shirt, and he turned as he pulled on his own clean clothing. His eyes roamed over her appreciatively, eyeing the shirt that hit just at the top of her thighs, and moved closer, kissing her deeply.

"Have I ever told you how stunning you are?"

She frowned.

"Remind me."

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he murmured low in her ear, "especially when you're in my clothes."

She smiled as he ushered her back down to the basement, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she walked.

"I just might have to keep this shirt, then," she whispered seductively.

He nodded, looking into her eyes seriously.

"It's yours."

A/N: I wish Gibbs had fucked me in the middle of a power outage...ahem, anyway, I hope you enjoyed!