Title: Brains, Brawn, and Beauty
Summary: Gibbs and Jack are required to attend an Admirals retirement together. It turns out to be the perfect opportunity for Jack to deal with her feelings for Gibbs.
I don't have a beta reader so any mistakes are completely mine.
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Gibbs stopped in front of Jack's closed office door and knocked.
"Come in."
Opening the door, he stopped. She was standing there, her back to him trying to zip up the long white gown she was wearing.
"A little help." She glanced over her shoulder at him with a smile.
Closing the door behind him, he walked up behind her as she brushed her hair over her shoulder. Reaching out he touched the zipper pull and slowly drew it up the last few inches. He knew she'd be wearing something that covered her back and figured it would be long sleeved, but the length surprised him. It almost touched the floor. The dress was demure, covering more of her than she normally even covered at work. The long sleeves came to her wrist, the back completely covering the back of her neck
"Thanks."
"The car will be out front at-" The rest of the words caught in his throat as the air rushed form his lungs when she turned around. Demure was definitely not the right word for the front of the dress. His eyes followed the plunging neckline of the dress, down to almost her navel. The dress exposed a three inch ribbon of her skin all the way down. The only thing keeping the dress together across her chest was a thin half inch strip of fabric at the center of the swell of her breasts.
"Gibbs."
Hearing his name suddenly made him realize he was staring and he shook his head, his blue eyes locked on hers. "Beautiful."
"Me or the dress?"
"Both." Gibbs sighed staring into the brown eyes before him afraid to look away for fear of where his eyes might wander.
"You look amazing yourself." She allowed herself the pleasure of taking him in, her eyes skimming down his body and back up. There is something about a man in a tux, especially a man like Gibbs. "You clean up good, Cowboy."
"Don't get used to it." Gibbs chuckled.
She shook her head. "I won't, jeans and t-shirts are more my style." She smiled. "But it's nice to get dressed up now and then, and have a good looking man on your arm."
"No one's gonna be looking at me." His eyes quickly swept over her again then back up to her face. "Believe me."
"I'm sure there will be lots of women, wishing they could be the one on your arm."
"Don't know about that." Gibbs scoffed.
"Well I do." She stepped forward slipping by him and letting her hip brush against his.
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Gibbs almost opted for having an agent drive them, but at the last minute decided having to focus on the road would be better and safer than focusing on her.
"I ran into Susan today." She grinned over at him. "She was all smiles and flabbergasted that you were actually taking the acting director job seriously."
Gibbs rolled his eyes not looking over at her. "She's easily impressed."
"She's not used to you being so accommodating." She crossed her legs.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gibbs saw the gown part revealing her leg…the dress had a slit. All of her leg was exposed and the slit stopped just a few inches above her knee. "She asked me if you were hiding from someone or planning your escape."
"Did she ask if you were still planning your escape?" He finally glanced over at her reminding her of her protests the day before.
"Actually, she helped me plan our escape."
"Our escape?"
"From the party." She continued. "She's going to call you around nine, so if we want to leave, we'll have an excuse."
"And Vance?"
"Vance just said she had to make sure you went." She shrugged. "He didn't tell her you had to stay."
"And if I wanna leave and you wanna stay?"
"Well then I'm sure I can find some good looking politician or military brass to keep me company after you leave."
"Yeah." Gibbs' hand tightened around the steering wheel.
"And what if you want to stay and I wanna leave?" She asked in turn.
"Then we leave." He didn't explain any further knowing she already knew why.
"Always the gentleman." The man was honorable and loyal till the end.
"Yeah." His hand squeezed the steering wheel harder his knuckles turning white. Being a gentleman wasn't exactly the thought running through his mind right now.
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When they walked into the Army Navy Club, she was holding onto his arm as they made their way through the crowd of people. Gibbs watched as several male heads turned taking in the woman beside him. He held her arm tighter as a waiter approached with a tray of champagne flutes.
Jack and Gibbs' waved off the waiter. She looked over at him. "Need something a little stronger?"
"Yeah, a lot stronger." He led them towards the back of the Club to the bar. They had just about made it when he heard the voice behind him.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
Gibbs and Jack turned around to the boisterous voice.
"I didn't think Leon could do it." The man shook his head. "I lost a hundred bucks."
Gibbs chuckled. "Well if you ever come to a poker game maybe you can win it back." He extended his hand to Admiral Tabor. The man shook it with a smile.
"I'd hug you gunny but I don't think you'd let go of this one." Admiral Tabor smiled at Jack. "And you are."
"Ag-"
"Jacqueline Sloane." Jack cut Gibbs off as she extended her hand to the Admiral. "But please call me Jack."
He shook her hand, slightly taken aback then laughed. "Should have known Gunny wouldn't settle for anything less than a military woman."
She seemed puzzled.
"Most women, not in uniform, don't expect a hand shake." The Admiral explained.
"Right." She forgot at a function like this if you were a woman not in uniform; you weren't expected to be military.
"What branch?"
"Army."
"How'd you end up with this jarhead?" The Admiral asked nodding towards Gibbs.
"Oh that story would take way more time to explain than we have." Jack laughed as her other hand came up and touched Gibbs' arm. "Plus he hates when I tell that story, he always comes off poorly."
The Admiral chortled. "I can just imagine." He smacked Gibbs' shoulder. "She's a keeper."
Gibbs just nodded. "I need a drink."
"Of course." The Admiral nodded. "Gunny. Jack it was a pleasure to meet you and I'll try to commandeer you later and get that story."
She gave him a smile.
Turning Gibbs practically dragged her to the bar. "Bourbon neat." Gibbs ordered.
The bartender looked at Jack. "And for you?"
"White wine."
Gibbs released her arm and looked at her. "Jacqueline?"
"That is my name." She saw him roll his eyes. Taking a step towards him, her fingers touched his tie. "Sometimes it's nice to just be a woman out with a man at party." She laid her hand on his chest over the tie. "Not an agent or even military, just me."
"This is the Army Navy club."
"True, but this is a Navy Admiral retiring, so I doubt a lot of Army brass I might know are here."
"And you don't know any Navy Brass?"
She shrugged. "A few, but they're more likely to know you, not me." She leaned closer. "I avoid politics and brass, even more than you, especially since I've moved to DC."
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Think you can just introduce me as Jack tonight?" She patted his chest. As she went to pull her hand away she felt him grab her wrist.
"And the rest?" He searched her eyes as he questioned her about letting the Admiral think they were together.
"Is it that hard to believe I could want to be with you?" Her eyes never wavered as her heart thumped fearfully against her chest. "The Admiral never doubted it. Do you think anyone else will?" She waited and when he didn't respond in any way she stepped even closer. "Or is it that you can't imagine wanting me?" She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he released her wrist. She didn't expect an answer, didn't really want one. It was said to make him think, consider the possibilities. The simple thought can spark a cascade of actions and reactions. She reached over and picked up the glass of wine the bartender had already placed there. Taking a sip, she turned looking out at the sea of people then back at Gibbs with a smile as if she'd completely forgotten she even asked the earlier questions. "Should we mingle?"
Picking up the Bourbon, he downed the glass, and nodded at the bartender for another. The man refilled his glass and Gibbs stepped up beside her and held out his arm. She slipped her arm around his and they walked into the sea of people.
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Gibbs just watched as Jack regaled a couple of colonels and their wives with a story from her service days. It was a happy story, something about six shit faced army and navy lieutenants. The four people were as captivated as he was. The colonel's quickly offering their own similar stories and Jack laughing with them. She may have been able to not be an agent tonight, but she couldn't hide her military background. Military brass could always recognize that and even though she had tried offering her hand once or twice to be kissed, she quickly gave that up and reverted back to a hand shake. Her arm hadn't left his all night since that moment at the bar. In fact several time her other hand had come up and caressed his forearm as if reassuring him that even though she was deep in conversation his presence was necessary.
"Jethro you are one luck man." Colonel Dawson whispered as he stepped over to Gibbs' left side. "Brains, brawn, and beauty. Hard combination to find."
"It is."
"Although not sure why she'd want an old warhorse like you." Colonel Dawson slapped Gibbs' back. "You two need to come for dinner, Jenna would love it."
"I could use another drink." Jack turned to Gibbs.
Gibbs was about to release her arm when she held on tighter.
"I'll go with you." She smiled at the Colonel. "It was a pleasure to meet you."
"Jack, the pleasure was all mine." The Colonel shook her hand and then she said her goodbye's to the others.
"Thanks." Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief as they finally walked away from the group.
"I could tell you needed a break." She laughed. "Your grip on my arm kept getting tighter and tighter."
"Yeah." He cleared his throat as he agreed although needing a break from the conversation had nothing to do with him holding her tighter.
"How about a drink and a quick sit down." She asked as they reached the bar.
"Sure." Gibbs ordered the drinks and they found their way to the nearest table. Pulling out her chair, Gibbs gently pushed it in as she sat down. "Heels"
"I should have remembered, but it's not that bad." Jack grinned as she slipped her leg out from the slit in her dress showing him the shoes. "Only three inches, it could be worse."
He shook his head with a chuckled. "Never understood why women put themselves through it."
"Seriously?" She looked at him then the shoe. "They're gorgeous." She leaned closed. "And most men find heels sexy."
"Okay." Gibbs shrugged.
"Not into the heels?"
"No." He shook his head.
"What are you into?" She asked without even a second thought.
He just stared at her as if she'd asked him to solve some unsolvable equation.
"It's not that complicated of a question." She laughed.
He took a gulf of his Bourbon. "It is when you're asking."
"Why?" Her hand slid across the table, her fingertip touched his holding the glass and he instantly let go of the glass and hooked two fingers around hers. "If I was just some women you'd met tonight and I asked you what would you have said?"
"Garters." Gibbs had thought it, but he didn't mean to say it.
"Garters." She nodded, "A classic and very sexy."
"Yeah, I guess." He went to let go of her fingers and she gently grabbed his wrist. He watched as she guided his hand inside the slit of her dress laying it on the skin above her knee then slid it upward. When his fingers touched the strap of the garter she wore, she let go of his hand.
He fought back a hungry growl as his fingers made contact with the garter clip holding up her stocking. Slipping a finger under the strap, he gently caressed up her thigh stopping as his finger touched the hem of the garter itself. He felt the shiver rush through her and the goosebumps on her flesh. "Are you trying to seduce me?" The words came out in a ragged breath.
"Yes."
"Don't do this to me Jack." Gibbs' hand squeezed her thigh before pulling it away. "I don't want to lose you."
The desperation and fear in his voice made her reach out and touch his cheek. "Why on earth would you lose me?"
"Because I'm no good at this." His voice was shaky as he spoke. "I'll end up pushing you away."
"And I'll push you away." She took his hand and held it in hers.
His eyes narrowed confused by her response.
"You're not the only one with fears and ghosts from your past." She took a deep breath. "I just refuse to let them win without a fight, especially when it's something worth fighting for."
He couldn't speak even though he knew what he wanted to say.
"Dance with me." She stood up still holding his hand. "Please.
"Jack, I-"
She shook her head and he stopped talking. "Just one dance."
Standing up, he let her lead him towards the dance floor. The moment they reached it, Gibbs' arm circled her waist. Her arm slipped around his neck and her cheek brushed against his. A few second into the dance he felt the fingertips dancing across the nape of his neck and his eyes momentarily closed as he inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating, not the normal flowery aroma, but something more earthy and warm. And her body, it molded to his as if they were made to fit perfectly together. He tugged her closer wanting them so close not even the air separated them. He could sense her worry and trepidation tempered by the hope and desire the array of emotions seeped from every pore of her being.
"I shouldn't have pushed." She whispered the words against his ear. "But I needed the dreams to stop." She could sense the questioning look on his face without actually seeing it. She let out a breathless sigh. "I can't take another night of us making love, only to wake up and realize it's another dream." The hand on the small of her back splayed out and clawed at her through the fabric of her dress. "I'm so tired of waking up with that ache and you not being there." Her fingers combed through the hair on the back of his head. "Have you had those dreams…where you wake up aroused and desperate for release?"
"Yes."
Her eyes closed as he crushed her body against his, his lips brushing against her cheek.
"Did you dream of me?"
"God yes." He suddenly felt the phone in his pocket vibrate and he let her go taking a step back. Pulling the phone from his pocket, he flipped it open. "Gibbs." He ran his hand down his face. "We're good thanks." Slamming it closed he shoved it back in his pocket.
"Susan?"
Gibbs nodded.
"Maybe we should go."
Again he nodded
She walked passed him slowly making her way to the door. She knew he was behind her, could sense his presence, the eyes on her, and she just kept walking. When she came to the front door, she reached out for the door handle, but before she touched it she felt the arms around her waist. Her body was tugged backwards against the solid form behind her and the warm lips pressed to her ear.
"You are worth fighting for." Gibbs placed a kiss on the soft flesh below her ear.
She spun around in his arms and his lips found hers. It was a kiss full of tenderness, expressing the denied emotions he'd hidden from himself and her. A kiss that turned to passion as her already exposed desire for him took hold. She was the one that finally, broke away, trying to fill her aching lungs. "Come with me." She slipped out of his arm and grabbed his hand pulling him away from the door. Dragging him down a hallway, she made a left turn.
"Jack where-" He looked ahead and realized where she was dragging him to.
She stopped as they reached the end of the hallway and the desk at another entrance of the building. Stepping up to the desk, she wrapped his arm around his waist. "Please tell me one of your suites is available."
"Let me check." The woman behind the desk tapped at her keyboard as she looked at the screen. "I do have one available it's the-"
"We'll take it." Jack cut in then turned around and reached into Gibbs' jacket pocket pulling out his credentials. She opened it and slammed it down on the desk. "Charge it to NCIS."
The woman glanced down at the credentials then smiled up at Gibbs. "Nice to see you again Agent Gibbs."
"Jessica." He nodded.
Jack's eyebrow went up as she glanced over her shoulder at Gibbs and he just shrugged. Turning back around, Jack saw the key card the woman was holding up.
"Room thirty-one." She smiled as Jack took the card. "Elevator to your left."
"Thank you." Jack smiled as Gibbs reached around her grabbing his credentials and shoving them back in his pocket. Pulling him down the hallway, she walked backwards towards the elevator. "Come here a lot?"
He shook his head.
"The receptionist just happens to know you." Reaching the elevator she pushed the up button and waited both for the elevator and a response from the man in front of her. When she didn't receive any response she moved closer. "Didn't you date an Army Lt. Colonel?"
He took a step closer. "You really wanna start bringing up ex's right now?"
She shrugged. "Not really concerned about your ex's." The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside yanking him in with her his arm wrapping around her waist.
"Is that so?"
She pressed the length of her body against him, her hand latching on to the side of his neck as her lips almost touched his. "When I'm done with you you'll be lucky if you remember your own name, let alone any of your ex's." She crushed her lips against his devouring him with the months of pent up desire trapped inside her. When his lips weren't enough her tongue forced its way inside his mouth tasting the Bourbon. Shoving him against the side wall she continued her assault until the elevator dinged and the door opened onto their floor.
This time he took her hand and walked backwards out of the elevator towards the room pulling her along. His eyes leered down her body taking in every inch of her then slowly traveled back up and meeting her gaze.
The look made her skin tingle and her thighs clench. God the man could make her wet without even touching her.
He stopped as they reached the room door. "Why here?"
She slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door open. "Neutral ground, less ghosts for both of us." Letting go of his hand she stepped through the door removing her shoes as she went. The door closed and she turned around. He was standing right behind her, staring at her with lust filled eyes. His hand came up and touched her cheek and her eyes closed at the feel of the tender touch. Then his lips attacked hers with brutal force as his hands slipped around her body and cupped her ass jerking her hard against him. Her body trembled as she felt the hard cock against her and she rocked her hips forward.
Walking them towards the large dresser, he felt the arms around his neck as his hands moved to her hips. Ripping their lips apart he gazed into the deep brown eyes. "Do you know what I dreamed about?" Latching onto her hips he picked her up and sat her on the dresser. "Over and over again." His hand slipped inside the slit of her dress caressing up the inside of her thigh.
She parted her legs begging him to touch her.
"Oh fuck." He growled as his fingers touched the soft curls and he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. His finger rubbed between the folds of her lips quickly as the wetness covered them.
"Is that what you dreamed about?" She purred as his fingers brushed against her clit. "How wet you'd make me."
"That was only part of it." He watched her eyes close and her lips part as he gently rubbed her clit. "It was how you would taste when I licked your pussy and made you come."
"Gibbs." She hissed as he jerked her hips forward bringing her to the edge of the dresser and dropping to his knees. Her head went back as he flipped the fabric of her dress over her leg and his hands caressed up her thighs. She was just about to take a deep breath, prepare herself for his touch when she gasped as his tongue licked up the center of her lips flicking across her clit.
He licked his lips savoring that first taste of her before before burying his face between her legs and losing himself in her.
Her mouth fell open and her back arched as his tongue explored her, lapping at the wetness, burrowing inside her, discovering the places within her that made her tremble with pleasure. Biting down on her lip, her hand fell to the back of his head clawing at his scalp.
He took his time relishing in the way her body responded as he tasted every minute piece of her. She was soaking wet and the knowledge that he created that reaction in her made him hungry for more. Working his way to her clit, he gently licked across it and she whimpered.
"God yes." She cried out as her fingers knotted in the hair on the back of his head pushing him deeper between her legs. His eagerness and the grunts of desire that drifted up to her sent her soaring. There is just nothing sexier than a man that loves going down on you, especially when he is so damn good at it. Her eyes rolled back as the gentle licks became quick laps of his tongue over her clit with a slight pressure against it at the end. "That's it, just like that." Her eyes closed as she took quick gasps of air as her body started to tremble. She wanted to make it last, but her body betrayed her, her thighs shiver and she screamed his name as she came. Her hand left his head and fell down onto the dresser as the aftershocks rippled through her. She sat there trying to calm her erratic breathing when she felt the soft gently licking of his tongue again. This time it was right below her oversensitive clit, the tip of his tongue barely skimming over it with each pass. Involuntarily her hips started to rock. Part of her believed it was too much and the other part desperately wanting more.
She let out a low whimper as he slipped two fingers inside of her as he continued his gentle attention. Her eyes opened and looked down. Combing her fingers through his hair she watched as he feasted from her. "You love tasting what you do to me?" She heard the low guttural growl. "Soaking wet because I want you so much." His hands squeezed her thighs. "Did you think about doing this to me at work?" She felt the tongue skip a beat. "Shoving me onto my desk, ripping my panties off, and burying your face between my legs." She hissed as his fingertips clawed into her thighs. "Oh you so wanted to do that." She licked her lips. "I've been wet so many times sitting there talking to you in my office." She bit back a moan. "Clenching my thighs together dripping wet because I wanted you." She fisted her hand in his hair and jerked his head back, gasping as her muscles contracted at the loss of contact. His dilated blue eyes glared up at her as he licked his lips. "Fuck me."
He was instantly on his feet and she was clawing at his pants desperate to open them and free his hard cock. It took seconds but it felt like forever before she shoved the pants and boxers down his hips and pulled him forward.
His forehead fell against hers as she guided him into her then jerked him forward burying his cock insider her. "Jack." He growled the name as his hands latched onto her hips.
"Take me." She begged wrapping a leg around his waist her heel digging into his back.
He lunged into her and she begged for more, her begging pushed him over the edge and he descended into the madness. She was so warm, so tight and nothing had ever felt so good. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he thrust harder deeper, as his mouth fell to her shoulder biting at the flesh through the dress. Unsatisfied, he moved to her throat biting at the bare flesh and tasting her skin and that warm earth scent he would forever know as her. His other hand skimmed up her ribcage his hand stopping when he reached her breast. His thumb brushed across her already hard nipple and she moaned.
He growled as he jabbed into her harder and deeper, yanking his hand away from her and latching back onto her hip. It was too much, she felt too good, he couldn't hold out. He slammed into her, throwing his head back as he came filling her with his release. Panting for breath, he took a few minutes to find his center again then gently lifted her down from the dresser. Shedding his clothes, he took her hand and let her towards the side of the bed.
She reached back for the zipper drawing it down easily and the dress pooled at her feet revealing nothing but the garter and stockings underneath.
Reaching out, he hooked a finger under each garter strap right above the clips. "Did you know?"
"Maybe."
He knew exactly who had let that little piece of information slip and he'd deal with that later.
"He thinks of me as just one of the guys." She smirked. "That's why he told me."
"Yeah."
"I was starting to think that's all you could see me as too."
He shook his head. "Believe me, I never thought of you as just one of the guys." He felt her sharp intake of breath as he popped the clips of the garters. His fingers danced around her thighs and popped the clips on the back his hands moving upward and cupping her butt. "Never."
Her hands caressed up his chest her thumbs following the path of the scar in the center of his chest. "So many nights I spent alone in your bed wishing you would come upstairs."
His hands moved to the small of her back. "God I wish I would have." Just as his hands were about to move further up her back she stepped out of reach.
She slipped her fingers inside the garter and pushed it down over her hips. "Stockings on or off."
"Off." He watched as she slowly rolled the stocking down and off her feet standing before him naked. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his legs. She took the hint and straddled his hips. Staring into her eyes, his hands caressed the small of her back. "I want to touch you, all of you." He saw the understanding register on her face.
It was habit really, something she did without thought, a gently nudge here, a misdirection there, anything that made a man forget about touching her back. She placed her hands on his chest. "It's not you, it's just habit."
"I know."
"Have some bad habit you want to warn me about?"
He laughed. "A lot."
"How about telling me just one?" She grinned.
"Letting a dangerous woman use my credentials then following her up to a hotel room."
"Dangerous?" She chuckled. "Is that what I am?"
"Definitely."
"Why?"
"Brains, brawn and beauty. Always a dangerous combination." He kissed her. "Easy to fall in love with a woman like that."
"Maybe even easier when the woman already loves you."
"So easy." He knew without her saying it, knew their connection ran deep and that she wouldn't have put herself out there for just some casual fling with him. He felt her hand on his cock, her body rising slightly then his cock enveloped by the warm wetness of her. His hands clawed at the small of her back.
Her hands cupped his face, her eyes locked on steely blue, and she took a deep breath.
He knew immediately what she was telling him. He slowly let his hands caress up her back, seeing her clench her jaw as his fingers and palms made contact with the raised scars. The first thing that ran through his mind was he should have killed Hakim, should have done it with his bare hands. He internally chastised himself. He thought he'd banished that part of him after what he did to Hernandez. Yet here he was wishing someone would put him in a cell alone with Hakim for just five minutes, hell three minutes would do. He shook the thought from his mind and the next thing that raced through was that no one would ever harm her again. He would do everything in his power to see to that. His fingertips traced the scars feeling each raised mark, memorizing it as the muscles in her back contracted under his touch. Then he wondered had she ever let a man see the scars, touch them or was he the first. It didn't matter if he was the first but he would be the last. His hands sprawled out over her back his hands embracing the scars.
She saw the thoughts all play out in his eyes, because he allowed her to, and it took her breath away. "You're the first and the last." Her lips suddenly smashed against his bruising them in a show of completely love as she started to take him. It felt so good, so right, like this was exactly where she was supposed to be, where she was always supposed to be. Her lips broke from his as he started thrusting in rhythm with her.
Gibbs stared at her mesmerized by how beautiful she was as she gave in to the desire. Her head was thrown back, her hands clawed at his neck, and she whimpered and moans sounds that made his cock twitch and his body hum. He realized now there was no going back…he would want her, need her, crave her until he took his last breath. She was everything he wanted and everything he never knew he needed.
"Gib-bs." His name came out as two separate words as the release surged through her.
And he was there with her the orgasm starting at the base of his spine and radiating out through his body as he screamed her name then buried his face in the crook of her neck.
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Three days later
"Are you ready for this?" Jack sat on the edge of her desking looking straight at him.
Gibbs shrugged. "Not the first time, won't be the last."
"It better be the last time a hotel charge shows up." She said eyebrow cocked.
He took a step towards her. "So you're never going to a function with me again?"
Her eyebrow dropped as she hissed. She hadn't thought about that.
He chuckled.
"Oh I plan on going to every function with you." She wiggled her eyebrows. "I have a couple more gowns I'd like to see how you react to." She grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him to her. "Each with matching garters."
Gibbs glared at her even as his hand caressed her cheek. He was addicted and nothing would ever change that now.
"Go." She gave him a quick kiss. "Maybe you can head it off at the pass."
"Yeah." He kissed her forehead then headed out the door and towards Vance's office.
He actually stopped and knocked before opening the door. "Leon I-"
"Twenty-eight hundred dollar." Leon shouted holding up the requisition form.
"You said have fun."
"Three nights at the hotel, meals, three bottles of wine, and two bottles of Bourbon." Vance glared at Gibbs. "And she used your credentials to get the room."
Gibbs just stood in front of Vance's desk.
"This is coming out of your pay." Vance threw the form down on his desk. "I hope she was worth it."
"She was." Gibbs nodded.
"You did this thinking I would never send you to a function again didn't you?"
Gibbs shook his head.
"You are going to every training seminar, every military brass event, every social club meeting, anything I can find and send you too." Vance shouted. "Did Jack know about this?"
Gibbs tried but he couldn't fight back a laugh. "Yeah."
Vance glared at Gibbs.
"Maybe you should request the elevator tape from the Army Navy club Leon." He shrugged. "Or the front desk video."
"Get out."
Gibbs turned and left.
Vance stared at the door for a moment then picked up the phone. "Get me the Army Navy club."
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Jack was standing at her door waiting, she looked at Gibbs as he walked towards her. "So?"
"You might wanna take the rest of the day off."
She punched his arm. "He asked you if I knew and you sold me out!" She ran her hands through her hair then glared at him. "You realize pay backs a bitch."
He started down the steps. "Well he's gonna be sending me to every function that comes across his desk so you'll have plenty of options."
Her eyebrow went up, countless way of torturing him went through her mind and a grin spread across her face.
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Vance turned on the screen and then hit play. The video of the front desk started and he could only see the back of the woman, and even most her was obstructed by Gibbs standing behind her. The woman reached over and grabbed the room key then finally stepped away from Gibbs. Vance's eyes went wide as he watched Jack take Gibbs' hand and pull him down the hall towards the elevator. They paused at the elevator, moving closer, until the doors opened and she pulled Gibbs inside. The video cut to inside the elevator, Jack's body pressed against Gibbs, her hand on the side of his neck and then…Vance stopped the tape.
Vance sat there a moment and then shook his head and chuckled. He honestly didn't think either one of them had it in them to cross the line. Evidently one of them did and the other followed. He was happy for them actually, they both deserved some happiness. His phone rang and he looked surprised that it had come directly through not routed through his secretary. "Vance." He said picking up the phone.
"The bill at the Army Navy club has been taken care of."
Vance looked shocked both by the voice on the line and the statement. "Is that so, FBI or Homeland paying for it?"
"It's taken care of that's all that matters."
"You knew something was going to happen between them?" Vance chuckled. "How?"
"A woman doesn't ask a man's best friend what he's into unless she has seduction on her mind."
"I don't wanna know." Vance shook his head. He really honestly didn't want to know. "How many favors did you call in to make that bill disappear?"
"Two, but it was worth it."
Vance could almost see Fornell's smile through the phone.
"They both deserve some happiness."
"Yes they do."
There was a momentary paused, then Fornell finally spoke.
"Think there will still be a poker game at Gibbs' next Friday?"
"Think three days in a suite at the Army Navy Club got it out of their systems."
Fornell sighed. "No."
"Yeah, see you in about a month." Vance chuckled as he hung up the phone.