A/N: Today's drabbles were brought to you in part by StrawberriL who suggested the words. I need someone else to suggest ones for tomorrow so PM me if you are interested ((:

-Tori

Bubbles

She loved to pamper herself. She loved everything about a warm bath with candles and soft music in the background. Often, just the thought of it pulled her through an excruciatingly long day. Jethro had tried to be sweet, and really it was the thought that counted, but the bath was just not the same without bubbles.

Cheesecake

A night out with the team was a fun way to spend a surprise birthday party for DiNozzo, needless to say it wasn't much of a surprise; he was much too aware of the upcoming presents to forget the date. Abby had planned dinner at some seafood themed restaurant, with a follow-up desert at some fancy pastry place that Gibbs knew Jen adored, then a trip to a local dance club, which had taken much convincing for himself, Jenny, and Ducky.

The whole time at the club he had scarcely seen the team, but Jen had seemed as if she was holding back laughter.

Only when they got home did he realize she had let him walk around with cheese cake smeared on his shirt collar.

Socks

She was always cold, and he was more than happy to warm her up most of the time. One Sunday morning when he had actually decided to sleep in she had taken it upon herself to make breakfast…

Wearing only her socks.

He didn't much care for her cooking but would gladly have her make his food every day.

Shampoo

(Sorry for the sadness I just had to put it in there.)

Her shampoo seemed to linger on his pillows. He was convinced it was one of a kind, specially made for her, never smelling it anywhere other than wafting from her hair. There wasn't a distinct name he could put to it, it wasn't citrus or tropical, cinnamon or vanilla, it was just Jen.

One could only describe it as some heavily addicting mixture of passion and power that she carried with her daily.

Now that she was gone it's all he had left to remind himself of exactly who she was, that and the memories.

Desk

Her desk was her pride and joy, the pillar of all that she had achieved in her career, and as much as he hated the Director act she wore sometimes seeing her behind that desk made him smile- if only to himself- every time.

Clouds

It was juvenile, childish and a highly non-productive waste of time, but looking at the clouds had always been a hobby.

One that she was teaching their daughter to love just as much as she did.

Ponytail

It made since to wear comfy sneakers and loose slacks today. A plain shirt and light make-up added to her casual look. She was reliving her agent days, and was just as nervous as she was excited. It had been a while, and she knew nobody doubted her abilities, well nobody but herself.

Looking in the mirror she pulled her now shoulder length hair into a high, almost playful ponytail. She reached for her evidence kit and smiled to herself. This case was going to be fun.

Flip-Flops

(I stole this idea from my father, who absolutely despises these things ever since my ungraceful self almost broke her neck riding a bike in them.)

Gibbs had his rules, she was pretty sure Abby and Tony might have added on and made some of their own as well.

This one was her only rule.

Flip-Flops could only bring trouble. Whether it be while running after a suspect, and alerting everyone where she currently was by the loud click-clack of her flip-flops on the pavement, or the danger of running down a hill in them and ending up in a tangled sore heap at the bottom, they were just a bad idea.

Some might say her extremely high heels were dangerous, but they had never spent an afternoon with Gibbs in flip-flops.

Jenny's rule #1- Only wear Flip-Flops if you have a death wish.

Electricity

There was no other way to describe it besides electricity. Attraction wasn't nearly a strong enough a word to describe them, and love sounded too cliché for the torrent of frustration and conflict that followed them everywhere.

Yupp, Abby decided, Gibbs and Jenny were definitely electricity.

Tampon (I was at a loss for a minute with this word, but hopefully it's okay.)

As much as she was a tough, hard-pressed investigator, she was also a woman. She dealt with a guarantee of the sometimes crippling pain of cramps, the bloating that made her pull out totally different wardrobe options, killer migraines that made her curse every light in the NCIS building and wish for a blackout, and the inevitable mood swings that promised to keep everyone at bay every month. But, like every other woman on the face of the planet, she dealt with it with the help of Midol and a decent bowl of chocolate ice cream.

For some reason, though, it came as an immense surprise to Jethro that she kept an extra supply of womanly products in her desk.

He was trying to be helpful: organizing folders and reading reports with her in her office because he could tell she wanted to be anywhere but there on this particular day.

His pen had run out of ink so he went rifling through her desk blindly searching for another, when he pulled out what he suspected to be a ball-point ink pen.

Lo and behold he had grabbed a tampon.

Something clever.

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