A/N: Here we go! In which we see Jenny's drinking increase, and Gibbs gets suspicious. And Jenny finds a way to entertain herself at the Senator's charity ball.
Draining the last of the drink, Jenny sighed as it burned a path down her throat. It was the night of Senator Wilkinson's charity auction/ball, and she really wanted nothing more than to ignore it and spend the night wrapped in the arms of a certain silver-haired agent. She finished putting on the last touches to her makeup as said agent walked into her office and whistled as he looked at her.
"See something you like?" she said quietly.
He nodded, his eyes roaming over the dress she wore appreciatively. It hugged her body in all the right places, revealing just enough to drive him (and every other man, he was sure) wild. The deep royal blue accented her porcelain skin perfectly, and made her emerald eyes stand out more than they usually did. Her heels, so impossibly high that he wasn't even sure how she could stand in them, made her legs look longer than ever, and he wanted nothing more than to feel them wrapped around his body.
For once, her lips were painted in a colour that was hardly distinguishable from her own natural tone, and if it weren't for the slight shimmer, he wouldn't have known she was wearing lipstick at all. It was a different choice for her, as she usually opted for red lipstick for these events, and he frowned slightly.
"What?"
"Your lipstick."
Her puzzled eyes met his, and he continued.
"Usually you go for red."
She nodded, smiling as she stood, making her way carefully over to him. Her lips met his in a deep kiss and when she stepped back, there was a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"This way, if you were to...insist on pulling me away from the crowd, I don't have to worry about it being noticeably faded."
He smirked, kissing her again.
"You're brilliant."
Her eyes trailed up and down his body, admiring the deep blue suit he wore, and she smiled. He noticed the look in her eyes and tilted his head slightly.
"Something wrong?"
"Nope. I love when you wear blue."
He frowned.
"Why?"
She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek lightly.
"Brings out your eyes," she murmured.
He brought his lips to hers again, fighting the urge to tangle his hands in her carefully styled hair, and she moaned quietly. Pulling back, he tried to ignore every impulse he had to lock her door and take her where they stood, and she looked into his eyes knowingly.
"Later, Jethro," she promised.
"Holding you to that."
She nodded, and took a step back, worried that if she didn't put some distance between them that she wouldn't be able to stop herself. Making her way to the door, she looked at him seriously and he met her eyes evenly.
"Try not to kill anyone tonight."
He nodded.
"No promises, Jen. But I'll try."
As he watched Jenny carefully from his place by the door, Gibbs frowned when she took another glass of champagne from the waiter. Checking his watch, he was surprised to find that only an hour and a half had gone by. It felt like it had been an eternity. Perhaps that was why she was already on her fourth drink. He couldn't blame her for wanting to make it more bearable, but still...
She showed no outward sign of intoxication, and while he knew that probably had more to do with the low alcohol content of the drink than anything else, it still made him uneasy. He'd have been lying if he'd said he hadn't noticed a drastic depletion of his bourbon supply lately, and though he really had no room to talk about alcohol consumption, he was worried. True, Jenny had always been able to hold her liquor remarkably well, but it did little to ease his mind. Now was neither the time nor place to discuss it, however, so he made a mental note to talk to her later.
Excusing herself with a smile, she made her way over to him and he nodded his head in greeting.
"Agent Gibbs."
"Director Shepard."
"You wouldn't happen to have the time, would you?"
He glanced at his watch, frowning.
"21:45."
She nodded and gave him a smile.
"Thank you."
"You walked all the way over here to ask me what time it was...ma'am?"
Raising her eyebrow at his slightly sarcastic tone, Jenny met his eyes fully.
"Not even close."
Her eyes flickered to the hallway and he nodded. They walked down the hall, and paused just outside of the small bathroom door, Jenny glancing around to make sure they were alone.
"You are my security detail," she pointed out, "What if there's an armed gunman waiting in one of the restrooms?"
He smirked, her meaning clear.
"You make a valid point, Director. Let me secure the room."
He opened the door, making a show of checking to see that it was empty, and when he nodded his head, she followed him inside.
"All clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
He reached out to lock the door behind her, and her hands immediately found his waist. Pulling him as close as she could, she kissed him hard, her tongue finding his urgently. She pulled his bottom lip between her teeth, and he groaned quietly, his hand gripping her tight enough to bruise.
"Thought you said later," he growled.
"It is later."
She had a point. After all, who was he to argue? Her fingers undid his belt, sliding under the waist band of his suit, and when she touched him, his hips jerked of their own accord. She wrapped her hand around the hard, hot flesh and as she began moving her hand up and down, his lips found her throat. His mouth claimed hers, and he could taste the sweetness of the champagne she had consumed, making her kiss even more intoxicating.
She moaned softly as his hand found her breast and kissed him harder. She was finding it difficult to breathe, but as long as he kept touching her, as long as his lips were on hers, breathing wasn't really important. She gasped for air when he finally broke away, and she slid his clothing down his legs. Her hand still moved over him, and when he reached down to grab her wrist, she frowned.
"Won't last long if you keep that up," he explained.
She nodded, slipping her heels off and carefully kneeling down on the floor. He was just about to ask her what she thought she was doing when her lips wrapped around him and he had to throw his hand over his mouth to keep quiet. She steadied herself on his legs as he leaned back against the wall, and as she slowly licked her way up to his head, he clenched his fist tightly.
He tried not to move, but god...she was good...her teeth gently brushed over him and he groaned into his hand. Her name fell from his lips in a ragged whisper, and she took him in deeper, trying not to smile. His hips moved again, and he glanced down, hoping he hadn't hurt her, and when she realised what he was doing, she slowly released him.
"Don't hold back, Jethro," she murmured, her lips warm against his skin.
"I don't want to hurt you."
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and it was almost enough to break him.
"You won't."
She kissed his inner thigh lightly, and licked her way up, her tongue swirling around his head. He hissed in pleasure and she smiled.
"Do it, Jethro. I want to feel it."
He nodded, and she took him in again. She'd already pushed him so close to the edge that it didn't take him long to find it again, and as she moved her mouth slowly downward, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her. It was a completely different sensation, and he closed his eyes. He'd never allowed himself to move before, always concerned with hurting her, and when she moaned around him, he moved faster.
Jenny moaned again as his speed increased, and when she knew he was close, she reached for his hand. She brought it to her throat, letting him feel the muscles move as she swallowed, and he moaned her name through clenched teeth. She straightened up slowly, and he pulled her to him, kissing her hard. He could still taste the sweet champagne, but underneath it, now there was a hint of salt, and he smirked. Two could play at this game.
He lifted her easily, setting her on the sink, and carefully pushed the skirt of her dress up. It was too form-fitting for him to simply crawl under, and so he pooled the satin around her waist, hooking his fingers in the lace underwear she wore.
"Jethro..."
He shook his head, smirking at her.
"My turn."
She nodded silently, and as he brought his mouth to her inner thigh, she sighed, her hand reaching for his hair. As soon as his tongue brushed against her, she covered her mouth with her free hand, and a low moan fell from her lips. He dipped his tongue into her slowly, savouring the sweet taste of her, and when he flicked it against her clit, she cried out sharply. He worried for a moment that they would be caught, and suddenly an idea came to him. He pulled off his tie, rolling it up and he straightened, looking at her seriously.
"Open."
"You're not serious."
"Very."
She did as he asked, and he placed the ball of silk into her mouth. It took a few moments for her to become accustomed to the feeling and when she finally nodded, he settled back down between her legs. His tongue moved in and out, slowly at first, and as she gasped above him, he increased his speed. He thought about what she'd said about feeling him thrust into her mouth, and he moved his lips to the skin of her inner thigh again.
She frowned as he paused, and he looked up at her seriously. Her eyes were clouded with lust, and he stood again. His lips brushed her ear and she shivered at the contact.
"Do it, Jen. I want to feel it."
Her earlier words repeated to her made her shake and she nodded as he moved back down her body. His tongued swept over her and she jerked without even meaning to. He could hear her muffled moans around the silk tie, and he smiled. He blew lightly over the sensitive skin and her hand tightened in his hair. He sucked her clit in between his teeth and her hips ground into him as he moved his tongue faster.
She came with a loud scream, even through the tie in her mouth he worried that it was enough to get them caught, and he smirked. He didn't stop moving, and when she screamed again, weaker this time, he began to slowly bring her down. She moaned quietly, her breathing harsh and ragged, and when he finally stopped, he noticed just how violently she was shaking. When he removed the tie from her mouth, she immediately pulled him in for a kiss, and he moaned as her tongue found his. She could taste herself on his lips and it was enough to make her dizzy.
As he pulled away, he glanced at his watch, hoping they hadn't been gone too terribly long and was relieved to find that only twenty minutes had passed. She reapplied her lipstick, and frowned as she looked at the tie in his hand.
"How are you going to explain that?"
He shrugged.
"I'm just the security detail. No one will even notice it's missing."
She pointed to the automatic dryer on the wall.
"You could always try that."
He nodded, and smiled.
"You're just full of great ideas tonight, Director."
She kissed him chastely on the cheek and unlocked the door.
"Be discreet."
He pointed to his tie.
"It'll be a few."
She swept through the door, and as he attempted to dry the tie under the hand dryer, he frowned. Not that he hadn't immensely enjoyed what had just taken place, but he couldn't help wondering if she had only done it because she'd been drinking. True, they'd been known to sneak off before, but she'd never been quite so insistent about it. Maybe this was something he needed to worry about after all.
When he found her again, she was standing next to Senator Wilkinson, a careful smile on her face, and he smirked. He could see the disdain in her eyes and she glanced around the room, searching for a way out. Her eyes landed on his tie, and she smirked as she raised her champagne glass to her lips. He nodded his head in her direction, and he knew she was trying to keep from laughing.
She excused herself from the Senator, and made her way over to him, her eyes dancing.
"I see you managed to fix it."
He nodded.
"Nothing major."
"Time?" she asked innocently.
"22:30."
She nodded and looked at him seriously.
"I think I've had enough of that man for one night."
He didn't even need to ask who she was referring to. Nodding, he gave her a smile.
"You could always call it a night."
"That's exactly what I had in mind. Give me five minutes."
She turned on her impossibly high heels and made her way around the room. Watching her charm politicians was something he had always admired about her, even though he hated every other aspect of these events. She managed to make it seem effortless, though he knew she hated it just as much as he did, if not more. He'd already made up his mind to talk to her about the events of the night when they reached his house, and he hoped it didn't turn into a major fight.
Jenny smiled at him in the mirror as she carefully removed the pins from her hair. His eyes met hers briefly, and when he wrapped his arms around her from behind, she turned to kiss his cheek.
"Thank you, Jethro."
"For?"
"You made an otherwise dull evening very enjoyable."
He nodded.
"You're welcome."
She finished pulling her hair down, and he ran his fingers through the fiery tresses.
"Got a question for you."
She raised her eyebrow, waiting, and he continued.
"Not that I'm complaining, but...why'd you do it?"
"It's not like we haven't done that before," she reminded him.
"Yeah...but something about it seemed different this time. I can't really explain it. Almost like you wanted to get caught."
She frowned, sidestepping him into the bedroom, and she looked at him expectantly. He unzipped the back of her dress and she smiled in thanks, stepping out of it as it pooled at her feet.
"What are you saying?"
"Jen, you had six glasses of champagne tonight in less than two hours. Maybe the alcohol made you a bit more reckless."
"You kept track of my drinks?"
He shrugged.
"Had to. Didn't want you getting so drunk that you couldn't walk. Not at an event like that."
She laughed.
"Jethro, it was champagne. Watered down champagne at that. I would have had to drink twelve or more for that to happen, and even I'm not that stupid."
He frowned, watching her as she slipped into his old NIS shirt. He loved the way she looked in it, the way it hit just at the top of her thighs, and she ran her hand through her hair.
"Never said you were stupid, Jenny. I just want you to be safe."
She nodded, walking closer and reaching out to touch his cheek gently.
"I know. It's okay. There's nothing to worry about."
He leaned down to kiss her gently and she sat down on the bed. It wasn't long before she had curled onto her side and he laid down next to her, pulling her into his arms.
"Speaking of tonight...you were beyond incredible."
He shrugged, kissing her hair.
"What can I say, Jen? You bring out the best in me."
She smiled, moving closer to his warmth and ran her fingers lightly over his chest.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
Struggling to carry the three bottles of bourbon down the stairs at once, Jenny was beyond thankful that Gibbs was currently in the shower. She knew that if anyone saw her, she would look like a madwoman, but she'd needed to replace the bottle she'd emptied the night before. One bottle to replace his, one for herself, and the third was merely a security measure. She set them on the work table, breaking the seal on one, and pouring two mason jars full. She knew he'd be down as soon as he dressed, so she might as well have a drink prepared. She downed hers quickly, pouring another so fast that she hardly had time to register the first and when her hands finally stopped shaking, she sighed in relief.
She frowned as she looked at the boat he'd been building, and walked closer to it. Nearly finished now, she smiled sadly as she ran her fingers over the lettering of the name. She'd had to fight back tears when he'd told her that he was going to name the boat Kelly, and she raised her eyes to the ceiling, hoping the tears wouldn't fall now.
"I hope you know how much he misses you guys. And I promise that I'm not trying to take your place. I would never do that. I'll try to take care of him, though."
Her whispered words were loud in the silence, and when she heard the water shut off upstairs, she poured another drink. She sank down under the boat, lying back on the wood, and stared up at it much in the same way as she had stared at the stars as a child. Footsteps signaled his arrival, and she smiled, but didn't move.
Gibbs frowned as he scanned the basement, sure that Jenny had said she would be there, and he called out her name.
"Over here."
He leaned down, looking at her curiously as she laid underneath the boat, and frowned.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking at your boat. I never realised how much talent and work goes into building one. This is beautiful."
He smiled, and held out his hand. She took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet and she brushed off the sawdust from her clothes. Noticing the mason jar on the table, he frowned.
"Yours?"
She shook her head, pointing to her own glass.
"Mine's there. That one is for you."
He nodded, and reached for it. She hoped he couldn't tell that she'd already had three full mason jars, and when she kissed his cheek, she smiled.
"How was your shower?"
"Very wet."
She laughed.
"I would hope so, otherwise you failed miserably."
Jenny picked up her own glass, taking a long drink and when he noticed that she didn't even shudder, he frowned. No matter how much she had drank in the past, she'd always flinched as the taste of the bourbon hit her tongue. She downed it quickly, and reached for the bottle again.
"Jen?"
"Hm?"
"Is something wrong?"
She frowned, looking at him confusedly.
"No, why?"
"Just wondering why you're trying to drink yourself into oblivion."
Jenny smiled, her eyes trying desperately to reassure him.
"Nothing's wrong. I just wanted a drink."
He nodded, searching her eyes to see if she was lying. Her right eye had remained still, but something still told him that she wasn't being entirely honest with him. He decided not to push the issue, however, and she raised up to kiss his cheek.
"I think I'm going to go read for awhile."
"Gonna go spend time with Heathcliff and Cathy?"
She laughed.
"Not tonight. I don't feel like dealing with another brooding man. One is enough."
He smiled as she walked up the stairs, her mason jar still in her hand, and when the basement door closed behind her, he sighed. Something was definitely bothering her.
As she watched Gibbs pour coffee into his cup before work, Jenny frowned. Her hands had been shaking so badly that she'd had difficulty with the buttons of her blouse that morning, and it was beginning to get on her nerves. She waited until he had gone to find his jacket to grab her own coffee cup and when she rummaged through the cabinet under the sink, her eyes lit up as she found the bottle of bourbon. Pouring it into her cup, she left just enough room for a small amount of coffee and when Gibbs returned to see her filling the remainder with Jamaican blend, he smiled.
"What?"
"I remember a time when you wouldn't touch black coffee."
She smirked.
"You're a bad influence, Jethro."
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
He kissed her gently, and handed her the light jacket she'd asked him to bring. She smiled as she pulled it on, and when she took a drink from her cup, she grimaced at the taste.
"What's wrong?"
"Just hot," she said quietly.
"You're supposed to drink it slowly."
She rolled her eyes and he laughed.
"I think I know how to drink coffee, thank you very much."
"You're the one burning yourself here, Jen."
"Shut up."
He laughed again, and she grabbed her purse from the table.
"If we're late, it's coming out of your paycheck, Agent Gibbs."
He pulled her to him as she walked past, his lips close to her ear.
"That might not be a good idea, Director."
She frowned, raising her eyebrow.
"Why not?"
"My fiancee might have a problem with my boss docking my pay."
She smirked, pulling out of his grasp.
"I think she'd understand."
"I dunno. She's a redhead. Got a short fuse and a fiery temper."
"She sounds great."
He nodded, a mock serious expression on his face.
"Oh, yeah. She is, but she can be a real pain in my ass sometimes."
Jenny laughed.
"Maybe you're just as bad as she is."
"You're probably right."
"I usually am."
He kissed her, holding her close as he wrapped his free arm around her, and when they finally broke apart, he flashed her a smile.
"Let's go, Director. Wouldn't want to risk making my favourite redhead angry."
"Not if you value your life."
Placing her head in her hand as she signed off on yet another report, Jenny reached for her coffee cup blindly, hoping it would help her focus. She was dismayed to find it empty and she ran her hand through her hair sadly. She stood up slowly, preparing to make her way to the door and she frowned as she glanced down. Her feet were bare and she didn't even remember slipping off her heels as she'd worked. Carefully putting them back on, she walked past Cynthia's desk, pausing to greet her with a smile.
"How does the schedule look for today?"
"Looks like you're free after 10AM, ma'am."
Jenny smiled.
"Thank you, Cynthia. I'm heading down for coffee, would you like anything?"
The young assistant shook her head.
"No, thank you. I'm not much for coffee."
Jenny nodded.
"I'll be right back."
She swept past, reaching the catwalk just in time to hear Gibbs tell his team to move out, and as he stood by the elevator, his eyes met hers. She nodded at him, and when she made it to the last set of steps, he gave her a smile. She returned it, heading for the nearest coffee maker, and as she walked, she pulled out her phone.
Be safe. I love you
She poured a small amount of coffee into her cup and made her way back up to her office. As she walked around behind her desk, she filled the remainder of the cup with bourbon and placed the decanter back on the shelf. She sank down into the high-backed leather chair and took a slow drink, trying to figure out if there were any way she could manage to sneak in a nap before her phone conference at 10. It didn't seem likely, and she sighed. Oh, well. At least she had a drink to pass the time.
Gibbs smiled as he read Jenny's text and quickly replied, but knowing her, it would be awhile before she saw it. He tried to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that was telling him something was wrong with her, and as his team climbed out of the van, he forced himself to focus on the crime scene they'd just come across.
Maybe, just this once, his famous gut was wrong.
As soon as Jenny hung up the phone, she pulled her cell to her, anxious to read Gibbs' reply. She'd noticed the message just before her conference, and knowing that it was waiting for her had made the last half hour pass excruciatingly slow. She smiled as she opened the text and took another drink. The liquor coursing through her veins was beginning to make her slightly dizzy, and she had to blink several times to focus.
I love you, too. Dinner tonight?
She smiled as she read the words and decided that it would be best if she waited to answer his question. She didn't want to distract him from his work and as she laid her head down on her desk, she couldn't fight the wave of exhaustion that swept over her. Not that she'd tried very hard.
Shawn Harrison's face loomed above her and as she scrambled backward, she collided with something solid. Whipping around, she was horrified to discover another body lying on the ground next to her, and as she reached out, it was obvious that they had been dead for quite some time. Pure horror filled her entire being as she realised that she recognised the body behind her, and as she screamed, she couldn't stop the tears from falling.
"Heather? Heather, please. Please wake up."
She knew, even as she begged, that it was useless and the scream from across the room made her blood run cold.
"Aunt Jenny! Aunt Jenny, help!"
Jenny bolted to her feet, only to be yanked backward by rough hands.
"Not so fast, Jenny."
Jonathan Harrison's voice was cold in her ear and she closed her eyes.
"Don't hurt her. Please. Whatever you do, please don't hurt her. She's just a little girl."
"I don't know, she's awfully pretty, Jenny. She'd make a nice addition to my collection."
"Your...your what?"
He pointed to a place just behind his brother and Jenny's eyes widened in fear. She recognised the bodies of Abby, Ziva, Burley, Tony and McGee in the pile, but the last one, those blue eyes she knew so well...she couldn't stop the scream that tore from her throat.
"Jethro! No! No..."
She sank down, Harrison's grip holding her up, and Shawn brought the blade of a knife, her knife, she realised with a jolt, to Tori's small throat.
"Don't. I don't care if you kill me, but leave her alone. She's just a child!"
Tori's tear-filled eyes locked on hers, and the fear was so strong that it was nearly palpable. Jenny struggled against the younger Harrison, and as Tori screamed, she only fought harder. The blade of her knife sliced across the child's throat before Jenny could blink and she screamed again, unable to tear her eyes away from the blood pouring onto the ground. Shawn dropped her body, the sound echoing in Jenny's ears, and as he knelt in front of her, he gave her a bloody smile.
"I'll see you in Hell."
Jenny's eyes flew open, and her breath came in short, frantic gasps as she tried to remind herself that it was only a dream. Her hands were shaking more violently than ever, and as she tried to stop crying, she leaned forward in her chair. Painful sobs tore through her body and she pulled her knees up in the chair, laying her head down.
Though she knew it had only been a dream, though she knew without a doubt that both Harrison men were dead, it had felt so real that she was having difficulty coming out of it. Reaching for her phone, she quickly dialed Heather's number, praying she would answer.
"Hello?"
Thank God.
"Heather, it's Jenny."
"Jenny! Oh, my God...it's so great to hear your voice! Are you okay? You're out of the hospital now, right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen...I know this might seem like a strange question, but...is Tori okay?"
"Yeah, she's great. Want to talk to her?"
"Could I, please?"
A slight shuffling filled her ear and a few seconds later, she heard the excited voice of her niece.
"Hi, Aunt Jenny!"
"Hi, sweetie. How are you?"
"Fine. We're going on a field trip to the zoo at school tomorrow!"
"You are? That sounds like fun."
"Yeah When can I come visit again?"
Jenny smiled, touched that the little girl wanted to see her again.
"Soon, sweetie, I promise. Let me talk to your Mommy again, and we'll talk about it."
"Okay! Bye, Aunt Jenny! Love you!"
"Love you too, Tori."
"Hey, Jenny. Told you she's fine. What gives?"
Jenny sighed, running her hand through slightly damp hair. She reached for her drink and downed half of it in one drink, placing it back on the desk.
"Nothing, I just...I had a pretty bad nightmare, and it shook me up. I'll tell you about it later."
"Okay...hey, are you and Jethro free this weekend?"
Jenny frowned, thinking.
"I'm pretty sure his team is on-call, but I'll have to check."
"If not, we'd love to have you guys over for Tori's birthday party. She's been dying to see you both."
Jenny smiled.
"I'll definitely see if I can move some things around. Anyway, I'm sorry I bothered you like this. I just had to be sure everything was okay."
"Don't worry about it. Talk to you soon, okay? Love you."
"Love you too, Heather."
She hung up the phone, taking another drink of her coffee/bourbon mix, and when she finally felt herself begin to calm down, she sighed. Now, she remembered why she'd avoided sleeping so much.
Gibbs smiled as he walked into his favourite redhead's office when he returned to the building, and when he saw her look of concentration as she typed on her computer, he laughed.
"Important email?"
"No, trying to see if I can have another team on-call for this weekend."
He frowned.
"How come?"
"Tori's birthday party is on Saturday, and Heather invited us."
He smiled.
"Sounds fun."
"Well, Tori loves you and would love it if you were there."
He walked closer to her desk and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
"She loves you too, Jenny."
She nodded slowly, having finally found a way to change the rotation and smiled up at him. He pulled her glasses from her face and she laughed indignantly.
"Jethro!"
"You never answered my text about dinner, Director. That could be considered bad manners."
She smirked.
"You were busy. I was waiting until I knew you were back here. And then you came barging in before I could respond. Who's being rude now?"
He nodded in agreement and kissed her cheek again.
"Fair enough. So, dinner?"
"Are you asking to go out for dinner, or asking if I'm planning on eating any?"
"Yeah."
She laughed, reaching for her glasses and he backed away, holding them out of her grasp.
"Jethro, your idea of going out to dinner usually includes some form of take-out."
"True, but I can make an exception."
She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. He frowned and looked at her seriously.
"I don't think so, Jethro."
"Something wrong?"
"I..." she trailed off, unsure of how to continue, "I don't feel much like going out tonight. I had a pretty bad nightmare earlier, and I would really rather just stay in and spend the night with you in your basement."
He nodded, his eyes searching hers intently.
"You want to talk about it?"
"Maybe later."
He set her glasses down on her desk and she reached for the decanter of bourbon. She poured a small amount in a glass and passed it to him. Accepting it slowly, he took a small sip and handed it back to her, watching as she polished it off quickly.
"If you change your mind and want to talk before we leave..."
She nodded, leaning across her desk to kiss him softly.
"I know. Now, go back to work."
He smirked.
"Yes, ma'am."
He closed her door quietly behind him and she picked up the decanter again. As she finished her fourth drink of the day, she wondered how on earth she was going to explain such a violent dream to him. She only hoped she could get through it without breaking down.
A/N: Next chapter is Tori's birthday party! Will Jenny manage to keep her drinking under control for one day or not? Honestly, I have no idea. I haven't written it yet. Hope you liked this one!