The crisis (part I)

It was one of the quiet evenings in Gibbs household. Which was, of course, very unusual. All kids were in their rooms, so Jenny and Jethro had time for themselves.

The adults were sitting in the living room. Jen was trying to read her book, but it could be considered as an impossible task, because her husband was constantly snuggling closer and attempting to kiss her neck.

"Jethro! I am trying to read!"
"Uhm." he mumbled and did not let himself be interrupted. And continued his nuzzling of her neck.

"Seriously, dear husband, I am trying to READ." she said annoyed.

He drew back and sweetly asked: "And is there something, that disturbs you from it?"

She chuckled: "Well, there is not something, but somebody."
He whispered in her ear and send shivers down her spine: "And who that might be? So, I can tell him to stop."
Jenny finally put the book aside and mischievously smiled: "One super-hot special agent with piercing blue eyes."
"I should probably be jealous." he whispered back, as he lent in to kiss her finally on the lips.

As Jenny was putting her arms around his neck and letting him to push her down on the sofa, the doorbell rang.

Gibbs snorted: "I am gonna kill the guy out there, I swear."
His wife laughed, took her book back and he went to the door.

"Emily?!" Gibbs stated surprised.

At the mention of the girls' name Jenny rushed towards the door.

There stood one crying ten years old Emily Fornell, who was holding her backpack and was shivering from the cold.

After first few seconds of shock, Jenny was the first of those two adults, who composed herself.
"Emily, honey, come in. Are you okay, what happened?"

Emily continued to sob.

"They wa-want to s-split up," she claimed.

"What?" Jenny did not understand what has happened.

"Mum and dad. Everything started like 4 weeks ago, dad is always at work."

Jethro and Jenny started to understand more. 4 weeks ago, FBI got a case. They were trying to find a serial killer. Fornell found him 3 days ago. But of course, he spent almost every minute at work, he even slept there.

"Well, Emily, and… why are you here?" Jethro awkwardly asked. Jen sent him an annoyed look.

"I … they yelled at each other. We were at first supposed to go to our friends' house, I and Mason. But… well, we did not go…"

Emily started to cry again.

Jenny offered her a hug. She stroked her hair and whispered: "Okay, honey, come here. Let's make you a hot chocolate. Uncle Jethro will take you upstairs."

Jenny turned towards her husband: "I have no idea what could go this wrong, but I'll check on Diane. Maybe I'll spend the night. Try to locate that stupid friend of yours."

"I am going to kill him, really."

"Jethro…"
"Yeah, okay. Love you, bye."

"Love you."