Knock. Knock. Knock. BANG! Jen heard the noise and literally jumped out from the bed, grabbed her gun and run towards the entrance door.
Suddenly, the door opened. And two drunk men - Tobias Fornell and Leon Vance - carried inside the drunkest one – Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
"What the …?!" shocked Jenny started.
"He was right. She is mad," Fornell and Vance giggled.
"Uadhs…" Jethro's attempt was not clear.
"Okay, uhm, thanks guys, good night," said Jenny.
Those two laughing drunk agents just left. Angry Jen turned towards the place, where she left Jethro. He was not there anymore. Instead he was laying on the floor.
"Oh, GOD! Jethro, what the hell! How could you get so drunk?!" hissed Jenny.
"Jen… I muuuust tell youuuu …" Jethro whined.
"JETHRO! Shut up! You will wake the kids up!" she whispered.
"Nooo, Jen this is really impoooortant!" he whined again.
"Jethro. SHUT. UP," his wife repeated.
"No, Jen. I will noaeth go, if you nooo-ot … listeeen,"
She crossed her arms. "Fine, what?"
He stood up, stepped closer and tried to kiss her.
"God. Jethro. You smell like the most disgusting bar ever."
His arms found their way around her waist.
"So, what is that important, you need to tell me right now?"
"I love you. I love you so much."
Jenny gasped. Jethro fell onto her and rested his head in the crook of her neck. "You are amaziiing. Smaart. And soooo hot." Jenny's heart just melted at those words.
She nicely "Come on, honey, time for bed."
As they were cuddled in the bed, Gibbs snuggled closer. And simply mumbled: "This is life." Jenny smiled to herself.
