A/N: In which Jenny struggles to cope, Tony comes to our redheaded Director for advice, and Gibbs learns that whistling turns Jenny on. Hope you enjoy!
Jenny swore under her breath as she tried in vain to make the image on the screen come back. She knew, even as she called for McGee, that it was useless, but she had to try. They'd lost communication with DiNozzo and Ziva when they'd failed to meet at a false drop off to obtain information, and she exchanged a worried look with Gibbs as he stood next to her in MTAC.
"I'm sorry, Director Shepard. I can't get them back. We have to wait and hope that they can contact us soon."
"Shit," she whispered.
Gibbs glanced at her and frowned. She'd been more than a little stressed during this entire op, and he was beginning to worry that she was taking things too far. Again.
"I'm sure they're fine. They know what they're doing."
Jenny didn't answer, turning on her heel and walking for the door. McGee looked at him and he stared after her silently.
"Boss?"
"Keep trying, McGee. Let me know as soon as you hear from them."
"Got it."
Gibbs made his way to the door, hoping that he could catch up to Jenny quickly. He headed for her office, and Cynthia stopped him with a shake of her head.
"She's not here. Headed for the parking lot."
Damn.
"Thanks."
He all but ran for the elevator, and as he stood waiting for it, he swore that it had never moved more slowly than it had that day. Finally, he stepped into the lift, and when he walked into the parking lot, he frowned. Her car was still in the lot, and he knew there was no way in hell she had walked home.
"Looking for me?"
He whipped towards her voice, looking at her harshly.
"Jesus Christ, Jen. Don't do that. Nearly gave me a heart attack."
She shrugged, and he took a step closer. He eyed the cigarette held in her hand and frowned at her.
"You don't smoke."
"Don't start."
He shook his head, stopping just in front of her and when he glared at her, she merely raised her eyebrow silently.
"Jenny."
"Leave it alone. This is the first one I've had in eight years."
She took a long drag, slowly exhaling and he frowned as he noticed that her hand was shaking.
"Talk to me. Is it the op? We're gonna find them."
"What if we don't?" she whispered.
"We will."
He reached out quickly, pulling the cigarette from between her fingers and tossed it carelessly over his shoulder. She glared at him, her eyes flashing dangerously, and took a step closer to him.
"What the actual fuck, Jethro? What is wrong with you?"
He raised his eyebrow, slightly amused.
"You've got a pretty foul mouth when you get pissed, Jen. Ever noticed that?"
"You just threw away my cigarette! You're lucky I don't break your goddamned neck!"
"See?" he said, gesturing broadly, "I bet the Colonel is rolling over in his grave to hear you talk like that."
He knew he was walking a fine line, but he needed to get her angry enough that she would tell him what was bothering her so much.
"Shut the hell up, Jethro."
"Again with the swearing. You sure that you weren't in the service?"
She punched his arm and he caught her wrist, pulling her closer.
"Come on, Jen. What is it?"
"I'm not going to lose them, too. I've already lost two agents on this mission. I refuse to lose anyone else. Especially not Tony and Ziva."
He'd never realised just how much she cared for his team, though he supposed it shouldn't have come as a surprise. She'd always developed close relationships with her colleagues. It was part of what made her so good.
"No, you're not. We're going to find them. So calm down. Just take a second and breathe."
Still holding her arm, he pulled her into his arms, looking into her eyes seriously.
"Besides, I can think of a better way to put your mouth to use."
He kissed her gently, and when he stepped back, she gave him a weak smile.
"You're an ass."
He shrugged.
"Made you smile, didn't I? Come on, Director. Let's get back."
Gibbs felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and as he guided Jenny back into the building, he put it to his ear.
"Yeah. Gibbs."
"Boss, Tony and Ziva just checked in. Our informant is dead, but they got the intel."
"Good. Tell them to get their asses back here before I kill them myself."
He hung up, smiling at the redhead as they stepped into the elevator.
"Told you they'd be fine."
"Never doubted you for a minute."
She rolled her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder, smiling as he ran his fingers over her hair lightly. When the lift doors opened, she instantly straightened up, the epitome of professionalism, and he allowed himself only the briefest of glances as she walked up the stairs in front of him. After all, it wouldn't be good for anyone if he was caught checking out his boss, now would it?
Heather clapped her hands excitedly as Jenny stepped out of her closet, staring at her in awe.
"That's it. That's the dress, Jenny. It looks stunning on you!"
Jenny frowned, glancing down at the dress slowly.
"You don't think it's too plain?"
The younger sister shook her head seriously.
"No. It's perfect."
Jenny moved in front of her mirror, examining her reflection closely, and touched the fabric of the dress carefully. It was a simple white dress, with capped sleeves and soft lace, hitting at her ankles, a slight beading at the top, and Jenny couldn't believe that she'd found the dress so easily. She'd fallen in love with it immediately, but she worried that it wasn't elegant enough for something as formal as a wedding. She smiled as her sister, but quickly frowned when she noticed the tears falling down her face.
"Heather, what's wrong?"
Heather shook her head, wiping her eyes with a tissue.
"Nothing. You look so beautiful, Jenny. I can't believe you're really getting married and I'm going to be there to see it."
Jenny slipped out of the dress, hanging it carefully in her closet, and grabbed a silk bathrobe, tying it around her body as she sat down on her bed next to her sister.
"Why are you crying, though?"
"I can't help it. I'm so happy for you."
Jenny laughed and hugged her gently. After a few moments, Heather sniffed and pulled away, offering her an apologetic smile.
"Sorry. I'm just really emotional right now. You really do look gorgeous. Jethro won't be able to take his eyes off you."
"Thanks. I really wanted your opinion on it. I've never even considered a wedding dress before, so I needed to make sure I didn't mess it up."
Heather shook her head seriously.
"You could wear that bathrobe and Jethro wouldn't care. In fact, he might prefer it."
Jenny burst into laughter and nodded.
"You're probably right."
She was so relieved that she now had one less thing to worry about, but now she was faced with a more pressing issue. She had no idea where they were going to have the wedding, but she really didn't want to make a huge production out of it. They'd narrowed their guest list down to only close family and friends, yet she still wondered if she could convince Gibbs to just have the wedding at his house. After all, it was where they had decided to give their relationship another try, it was where she ran when she needed to sort out the chaos of her life, it was her safe haven. She couldn't think of a better place.
The date was approaching faster than she'd anticipated, and she sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair.
"How are you going to do your makeup?"
"Nothing fancy," Jenny answered, "I've got a pair of earrings that were Grandmother Shepard's, my bouquet is is tied with a blue ribbon, the dress is new, and the shoes are yours. I've got all the bases covered. Have you picked out Tori's dress? I'm buying, but I want it to be your choice."
Heather nodded.
"Yeah. Don't worry about the money, Jenny. David and I can afford it."
Jenny shook her head.
"You've got a baby on the way. You need to save as much as you can."
Knowing better than to argue, Heather simply nodded and smiled. Jenny stood, searching for her clothes and as she finished dressing, she frowned.
"What should I do with my hair? Up or down?"
"Down," Heather said immediately, "Your hair is gorgeous, and you said Jethro has a thing for redheads. Do you have a veil?"
Jenny shook her head.
"Nope. I've got a few ideas for it. I'll show you later."
The older redhead sighed as she made her way back to her bed, dropping face-down on the mattress with a quiet groan.
"There's so much to do," she said, her voice muffled.
Heather laughed.
"Yeah, but I'm going to help in any way I can."
Jenny raised up, giving her sister a grateful smile.
"I really appreciate it."
As they continued to discuss the remaining details of the upcoming wedding, Jenny found herself wondering how she could have ever thought cutting her sister out of her life had been a good idea. Still, the past was best left alone, and she was determined to focus on the present. The past was too painful, and the future too daunting. Yes. Present was best. Present was all she could handle. And she was barely managing that as it was. No need to invite trouble.
Ducky turned at the sound of the autopsy doors sliding open and set his cup down as he looked at the woman in front of him.
"Jennifer, what a surprise. We don't have a case currently, so to what do I owe this pleasure?"
She smiled.
"I had a question that I wanted to ask you."
He nodded, smiling at her warmly.
"By all means."
"Well...you know Jethro and I are getting married soon, and...well, I was wondering, since my father's dead...would you..."
She trailed off, uncharacteristically nervous, and he reached for her hand, looking into her eyes.
"I would be honoured, Jennifer."
Jenny wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his cheek softly as she pulled back to smile at him.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"It's about time you two decided to stop being idiots about this. Nothing would make me happier than to be a part of it."
Jenny frowned at the knock on her door, and removed her glasses slowly. She knew that it couldn't be Gibbs, since he always barged in without knocking, but she couldn't think of anyone else who would be at her office this late in the day.
"Come in."
Tony DiNozzo walked slowly into her office, closing the door behind him, and she gave him a small smile.
"Tony. What can I do for you?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, Director, but I was wondering if I could ask your advice on something."
Jenny nodded, reaching for her cup of coffee and taking a small drink.
"By all means. What's on your mind?"
"Well...see, I've been attracted to this woman for a long time, and I don't quite know how to approach her about it."
Raising her eyebrow, Jenny fought back a laugh.
"I wouldn't think a man like you would have trouble getting dates, Tony."
"Not normally, no. But...with this one, it's different. She's not like the women I usually date. She's strong, independent, more than capable of handling herself in any situation."
"And you came to me because...?"
Tony shrugged.
"It was either you or Gibbs, and well..."
He didn't need to say anything more, and Jenny laughed softly.
"I understand."
"What I mean is...you're a strong woman. A lot like she is, and I wanted to know...what did Gibbs do to convince you to give him a chance?"
Jenny laughed again, shaking her head.
"He didn't. We'd been ignoring our attraction to each other for so long, trying to pretend that it didn't exist, and one day, we realised that we couldn't do it anymore."
She gestured for him to sit and when he did, she leaned forward slightly in her chair.
"I'd been in a pretty bad place for a long time. Shutting everyone in my life out, trying to deny that I needed anyone or anything, and Gibbs was the first person to really notice that. He saw through me like glass, and one night, I was really upset about something. He knew that I was desperate to find some kind of connection with another person, to know that I wasn't alone, that someone actually cared whether I lived or died, and he kissed me. Nothing big or elaborate, just the lightest kiss imaginable, but it was enough. He reminded me that even though I'd worked so hard to pretend that I was fine, that's all it was: pretending. Maybe that's what this woman needs from you. I could be wrong, but she's probably been let down by the people she trusted most in her life, and she's looking for someone that she can rely on. Someone who won't run when they find out that she's not as invincible as she would like everyone else to think. If that isn't something you can give her, you'd do well to walk away now, before anyone gets hurt."
Tony nodded, frowning in concentration, and he met her eyes seriously.
"I don't want to hurt her. I want to help her. To show her that she means more than just a one night stand. It's more than a physical attraction."
Smiling, Jenny took a long drink from her coffee and when she set it back down on the desk, she nodded at him.
"Talk to her. Get to know her as a friend first. Build a solid foundation of trust, honesty and communication. Work your way up from there. Do it slowly, because I'm guessing that this woman doesn't trust people easily."
Tony laughed.
"That's one way of putting it."
He stood, looking at her seriously.
"Thanks, Director. Sorry to take up your time."
"Jenny," she corrected him softly, "and you're welcome. I hope it works out for you."
Just as his hand touched the handle of her door, Jenny smiled, leaning back in her chair.
"Tony?" she called quietly.
He turned, raising his eyebrow.
"Just be yourself. Ziva already trusts you."
Tony frowned.
"How did you know?"
Jenny rolled her eyes, smiling softly.
"I didn't get to be where I am because of my looks, Tony. Have a good night."
"Good night, Jenny."
She was still laughing when Gibbs walked into her office ten minutes later.
As she stepped under the hot spray of water, Jenny closed her eyes and sighed. She'd been more than a little stressed lately, and the heat relaxed her in a way that was comparable to a large glass of wine. She slowly sat down in the tub, deciding that the shower was a good opportunity for her to actually deal with her emotions, and she pulled her knees close to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
It had been so long since she'd actually allowed herself to feel her emotions rather than push them to the back of her mind, and she didn't even try to stop the tears as they fell from her eyes. Her body shook with the weight of her pain, and when she finally raised her head, she found that her vision was cloudy. Something in the air shifted, and she was suddenly alert, sensing that she wasn't alone in the room.
Ignoring the shaking in her hand, Jenny reached out to turn the water off, standing and grabbing the knife she'd brought with her, and she slowly pulled back the curtain. She wrapped a towel around her body, her eyes struggling to see through the thick steam in the room, and she frowned as she stepped out of the tub.
"Jen?"
She turned, her wet hair hitting her in the face, and she gasped.
"God damn it, Jethro! Don't do that! You scared the shit out of me."
He moved closer, and frowned.
"Just wanted to know what you wanted for dinner. I'm ordering Chinese."
Eyeing the knife in her hand, he looked into her eyes seriously.
"You shower with a knife?"
"Rule nine, Jethro," she quipped.
He pulled her to him, examining her body closely, checking for any wounds, and she glared at him.
"I didn't do anything, if that's what you're looking for."
Kissing her cheek gently, he gave her a smile that cut through her annoyance and she visibly relaxed.
"Maybe I just like the view, Jen," he whispered huskily.
He swept her into his arms, kissing her as he carried her into the bedroom, and when he pulled the towel from her body, his hands immediately trailed down her side.
"You're beautiful."
She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him gently.
"We have a problem, Jethro."
He frowned.
"What?"
"You're wearing far too many clothes."
He laughed, and she slid her hands under his shirt, tossing it behind her. His lips trailed down her body, dipping his tongue into her navel, and when he kissed the inside of her thighs, she moaned, her head falling back onto the bed. He touched her slowly, never once entering her, wanting to see how far he could get her without it, and she groaned in frustration.
"Jethro, please."
He gave her a wicked smile, his lips closing around her breast, and he swirled his tongue around her nipple, loving the way her hands gripped his hair. When he was sure that she was ready, he slid into her slowly, and he moaned as her teeth grazed his ear. She flipped them suddenly, her hair brushing over his chest as she kissed him, and as his hips met hers, she gasped.
Hooking his leg around her, he turned them again, his lips crashing against her in a bruising kiss and she moaned into his mouth. His rhythm was fast, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge, if he would only keep hitting that same spot, and—wait. He'd shifted slightly, hardly noticeable, but it was enough. Jenny groaned in frustration, and she bit down on her lip as she tried to find the edge again.
Gibbs seemed to notice that she was distracted, and he brought his hand between them to touch her, and she jerked beneath him. He matched the speed of his fingers to that of his hips and her teeth scraped across his throat.
"Jen..."
"Keep going," she whispered.
She'd realised by now that nothing he did was going to be enough tonight, but she wasn't going to let that interfere with his pleasure. It didn't take long for him to fall over the edge, and as he moved to the side of the bed, he looked at her seriously.
"You didn't...?"
She shook her head. She wasn't really surprised, seeing as she'd been so stressed that she could hardly stand it, but it was still disappointing. Gibbs frowned, looking at her in confusion.
"That's never happened before."
"Not with you," she agreed.
"Was it me? Did I—"
"No, Jethro," she shook her head, smiling reassuringly, "it wasn't you. I've just been...I kept losing it somehow."
He nodded.
"If you're sure," he said doubtfully.
She laughed.
"Don't worry, your fragile male ego hasn't suffered a hit. I've been really stressed lately, and I couldn't let it go. This one's on me."
Still unsure if he believed her, he sat up, grabbing his scattered clothing, tossing her a look over his shoulder. She was twisting her hair around her finger, and he frowned. She definitely seemed more distracted than usual.
"Jethro?"
"Hm?"
"We can always try again later," she said with a smile.
He nodded. Sounded like a great idea to him.
When Jenny finally ventured down into the basement an hour later, Gibbs still hadn't made up his mind on whether or not to be offended by Jenny's apparent lack of interest in sex. She walked up to him slowly, noticing that he refused to look at her, and she frowned. Was he seriously pouting right now? Really? Rolling her eyes, she slid onto the stool, and cleared her throat pointedly. He still wouldn't look at her and she sighed.
"Would it make you feel better if I said it happens to every woman sometimes?"
"Never happened to any of my wives before."
Jenny scoffed. There was no way in hell she believed that. He'd been married no less than four times. Still, they must have been better at faking it than she was. Not that she'd really tried.
"Yes, it did."
"You know something I don't?"
Nodding even though he wasn't looking at her, Jenny smiled.
"I've never in my life met a woman that came every single time. Never."
Finally, he turned to glare at her and she met his eyes evenly.
"Why are you so pissed? I'm the one who didn't get the big finish here."
He picked up a mason jar, filling it with bourbon, and she looked at it longingly. He continued to glare at her, and suddenly she understood.
"You egotistical bastard. You're more concerned about your precious pride. Give me a break. It's not the end of the world, Jethro. It happens sometimes. You move on. Get over yourself."
"How could I not be upset?"
She couldn't deny that she herself was pissed off about it, but she'd meant what she said. It hadn't been his fault, not really, and she knew that.
"Jethro," she began softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder, "it isn't your fault."
He shrugged, and she sighed.
"Didn't you say something about Chinese earlier?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah. Be right back."
As he walked up the stairs to find the number to order their food, Jenny sighed, running her hand through her hair. It hadn't escaped her notice that he'd left the glass of bourbon on the table and she reached out slowly. Her fingers brushed against the surface of the jar, and she shook her head.
"Knock it off, Shepard," she whispered to herself.
Unable to stop herself, Jenny picked up the jar, and tipped it back, draining it in seconds. She shuddered as it burned down her throat and she picked up the bottle, taking great pains to fill the jar with the exact amount Gibbs had left in it. She took another long drink from the bottle, and when she set it back where she'd found it, she prayed he wouldn't notice that the level of liquid had been lowered considerably.
Swallowing a bite of her food, Jenny tried to ignore the cold atmosphere in the room, and she sighed. She was just about to take another bite when his low voice cut through the quiet, making her jump.
"You okay, Jen?"
She nodded, trying to pretend that she didn't feel the slight tingling in her fingers that signified a drinking buzz.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well...that's the first time you've ever...not come, and if you're that stressed...it must be bad."
She sighed, shaking her head slowly.
"I just...this op with Tony and Ziva, planning the wedding, Heather being pregnant...it's a lot going on."
He nodded, standing up and crossing the room, placing his hands on her shoulders. She leaned into him, tipping her head back, and sighed.
"Jen?"
"Hm?"
"Come on."
He pulled her to her feet, and as he led her to the stairs, she frowned.
"What are you—"
"Helping you relax."
Knowing that fighting him would be useless, Jenny nodded, and as he carried her up to the bedroom, she laid her head on his chest. He kissed her as he set her down gently on the bed and his hand tangled in her hair.
"I drank your bourbon," she said suddenly.
Wait. Why in the hell had she told him that? She hadn't meant to say that.
"What?"
"When you went upstairs earlier. I—I didn't...I shouldn't have—"
He took her hand in his, silencing her words, and she frowned, confused.
"I know."
"You...you know?"
Nodding, he looked at her seriously, his eyes the only bright thing in the darkness.
"You don't think I know how much bourbon was in that bottle when I walked away?"
Okay, now she was more than a little confused.
"If you knew, why did you leave it there?"
"You needed it," he said simply, "I knew if I left it there, you would drink it. You've been under so much pressure lately, and you haven't had any way to cope with it. Don't think I didn't hear you crying in the shower. That one drink didn't kill you, and that's all you're going to have. You can learn to drink in moderation again, Jen, but it will take time. If it ever gets out of control again, we'll handle it, but I would rather have you drink every once in awhile than have you cutting and possibly killing yourself."
He brushed her hair back behind her ear, his fingers lingering in the fiery tresses as he pulled her closer. His lips met hers in a gentle kiss, and she smiled as she broke away.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
She kissed him again, her tongue finding his quickly, and when she pushed him back onto the bed, he looked at her, slightly amused.
"Me being considerate turns you on?"
She nodded, kissing his throat as she moved to straddle his waist.
"You being considerate, you when you're angry, when you whistle, it's incredibly sexy...just you, Jethro."
She sucked his skin between her teeth and he moaned, gripping her hips tightly. Making quick work of their clothing, Jenny carefully took him in, moving just enough to drive him crazy, and he flipped her onto her back easily, and he kissed her deeply, biting down on her lip hard enough that she moaned in both pain and pleasure. He pinned her beneath him, her hands trying to touch him, and he smirked as he scraped his teeth along her throat.
He released her hands, and when her nails trailed down his torso, he shivered. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling it gently. He kissed her hard, his tongue sweeping over hers while her body arched into his, and she cried out sharply as he touched her. She flipped them again, and as she kissed her way down his chest, her hair spilled over her shoulders like wine. Her hand wrapped around him, causing his hips to jerk upward, and he bit back a moan as she moved it slowly.
She knew exactly how to touch him, bringing him just to the edge and stopping, her hand moving as though she were using a stress ball. In a way, he supposed she was. He smirked at the lame joke, and she moved back up his body, her tongue tracing patterns over his skin as she smiled. He turned them once more, his fingers setting her body on fire as he touched her and her head fell back, eyes closed as her hips arched upwards.
Jenny knew, as he bit down on her carotid artery, what it must feel like to suffocate. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and he soothed the mark with his tongue, fighting a grin as she whispered his name breathlessly. He rolled his hips against hers, and she moaned, her voice breaking on his name. God, nothing could compare to her voice.
His touch had turned carefully rough, lighting her skin up, and as she kissed him again, he knew she was fighting the urge to scream. Her kiss was hard, all teeth and tongue, and when he rolled her nipple between his fingers, she tore her lips away from his, crying out wordlessly. He moved his hand down her body, brushing over the sensitive skin of her clit, and her grip in his hair tightened.
Even if she had tried, Jenny didn't think she could scream now. The sensations flooding her body were better than anything she could have ever imagined in her wildest fantasies, and she bit down on her lip hard enough that the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear and she shivered. She was close now, and he bit down on her throat again, swirling his tongue over the spot gently.
"Jen...let go. Come on."
He brought his lips to hers, sweeping his tongue over hers deeply, and she moaned.
"Don't fight it," he whispered, low in her ear, "Just let go."
The next thrust of his hips sent her spiraling over the edge, and she felt her eyes roll back in her head as her body shook beneath him.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Jethro..."
He whispered her name, burying his face in her shoulder as he came, and after she had finally stopped shaking, he rested his forehead against hers.
"Jen..."
She ran her trembling hand through his damp hair, and kissed him weakly.
"I love you."
Gibbs smiled, brushing her hair back from her face, and he kissed her nose gently.
"I love you, too."
He looked at her as he turned onto his side and pulled her into his arms.
"Better this time?"
She nodded.
"You definitely outdid yourself, gunny."
He kissed her hair and she moved impossibly closer to him, her hair spilling onto his chest like a waterfall.
"Hey, Jen?"
"Hm?"
"Whistling?"
She frowned, raising up to meet his eyes, confused.
"What?"
"You said when I whistled it was sexy."
Jenny nodded.
"It is. I can't really explain it, but it is."
She yawned, settling back down in his arms and as she fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his fingers in her hair, she decided that if this was the remedy, she would be stressed every day.
Gibbs smiled as he walked into the squad room, feeling the eyes of his team following him as he sat down behind his desk.
"You're in a good mood, boss. Did you win the lottery or something?"
Taking a long drink of his coffee, Gibbs shook his head.
"Nope. Gave the Director your official resignation so that you aren't my problem anymore."
DiNozzo gaped at him, hardly able to believe that Leroy Jethro Gibbs was actually joking with him. In truth, Gibbs had been in a better mood ever since he had fallen asleep with Jenny in his arms the night before, and he picked up the second cup of coffee sitting at his desk.
"Be right back."
DiNozzo glanced over at McGee and the younger agent shrugged.
"Maybe he lost his memory again."
Throwing open the door to Jenny's office, he flashed her a smile as he set the cup of coffee on her desk. She held up her hand, signaling to the phone at her ear, and he nodded, sitting down behind her desk. She frowned at him, raising her eyebrow as he sat in her chair, and when he propped his feet up on her desk, she flipped him off.
"I hate to cut this short, but I have to go. I'll call you later, okay?"
She hung up, glaring at him, and he simply smiled back at her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Brought you coffee."
Jenny shook her head, nodding in his direction.
"I meant why are you sitting behind my desk?"
Gibbs shrugged, smiling at her again.
"To annoy you."
She walked around the desk, glaring at him as he sat in the chair as if he owned it, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Get up."
"Nah. This is a nice chair. I can see why you wanted this job."
Jenny rolled her eyes.
"I didn't take this job for the chair, you idiot. Now get your ass out of it before I sit on you."
He raised an eyebrow at her, removing his feet from the desk.
"Not much of a threat, Jen."
She sat down on his lap, purposefully resting her full weight on his lap, and he smirked.
"You're not as heavy as you think you are."
Relaxing her body more completely, Jenny laughed as he shifted under her and he rolled his eyes.
"Okay, fine, you win."
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the side of her neck gently.
"To be fair, we could make this a permanent work arrangement."
"Nice try, Jethro."
The knock at the door was quickly followed by its opening, too fast for Jenny to move from her position on his lap as she'd kissed him, and when McGee stuck his head around the corner, his eyes were wider than she'd ever seen.
"Oh, um...sorry. Boss, we got a call. Dead body at Quantico."
Gibbs glared at him and Jenny fought the laughter building up at his shocked expression.
"That's what phone calls are for, McGee."
"Sorry, boss. Director."
"I'll be right down."
"Yes, sir."
As soon as the door closed behind the stunned agent, Jenny burst into laughter, resting her head on Gibbs' shoulder.
"Go easy on him, Jethro. I think he's been scarred for life."
He smirked, and she stood slowly, kissing him gently. Remembering her own phone call from earlier, Jenny smiled as she reached for it again.
"Who are you calling?"
"My secret lover," she deadpanned.
"Jenny."
"I'm calling Heather back," she said with a laugh, "They found out that she's having a girl and she wants to go over names."
He nodded, kissing her cheek as he walked to the door. She sat down in her chair, crossing her legs gracefully, and as he opened the silver door, she called his name softly.
"Thanks for keeping my chair warm."
"Anytime, Madam Director."
She flipped him off again, laughing as he closed her door, and she was still laughing when her sister answered the phone a few seconds later. One of these days, she was going to keelhaul that man.
A/N: Poor McGee. Things I learned while writing this chapter: 1. Gibbs whistling is incredibly sexy to me. No idea why. Just is. 2. Mark Harmon and Lauren Holly are both sexy as hell, and 3. It probably isn't normal for a 28-year-old woman to be attracted to both a man and woman old enough to be her parents.