A/N: These words were suggested to me by RomanticSoutherner. Thanks! Next one might take a while; my creative juices are running on empty.

Moonlight

It creeps over the windowsill and crawls slowly up the high back of her impressive leather chair, leaving every thing in its path tainted blue and ghostly. It continues taking over the office, only to stop and glow in her hair, the moonlight meets the orange tinged light of her desk lamp and clashes on the edge of the papers she is trying so hard to focus on.

She yawns and ignores it as the pressing reminder of how long she has been cooped up for. Her eyes drift from the blurring words of the page and she hazards a glance at the clock.

She wonders what time it is in Mexico, And if he's up she is determined to be as well.

Icicles

It's easy to see why winter is his favorite season; because it's Jenny's.

He loves to see the way her eyes light up when she realizes it has snowed over night. He adores the way she can go on and on about how beautiful the snowflakes are, and he has to agree when she comes in wearing them in her hair. He could sit for hours with her in the sleepy quiet that winter brings and only get up to carry a sleeping Jen to their bedroom.

But the best thing about winter was the memory of one freezing Paris morning when he brought and icicle in and ran it over the exposed plains of her sleeping body.

He smiles as he drinks his morning coffee; it looked like winter was coming.


Mystery

He pretended to be as enthralled with the mystery of who the Director's new boyfriend was as every one else. Although all evidence pointed to the contrary, it was no one new.

He should feel threatened, but it was all part of the plan. When they finally outed themselves the whole NCIS building would be ashamed that they hadn't noticed it earlier.


Faith (Set during Jeopardy.)

He had been beyond prayers for an upwards of fifteen years. He didn't believe in God anymore; not after they had died.

And though he had left religion behind, he still had faith. Faith in her; she could deal with this. She had been an excellent agent after all.

Handle (Set sometime in season four about The Frog…. I just couldn't resist.)

Jenny Shepard knew she was slowly loosing control. She knew that this was pushing all professional and personal ties away, that this was slowly destroying the life she had worked so hard to build up.

She used to have a handle on things. She used to be able to think rationally before acting. She used to pride her self in her image and accomplishments. But now, that all came second to this obsession. Her responsibility to the Agency, to her agents, and to herself all fell to the wayside in order to accommodate this mission.

She knew in the end something would have to give, she only hoped it wouldn't be her.


Snow Globe (Sorry if you actually like snow globes!)

They were tacky--cute--but tacky. Even as a child she had never been particularly interested in snow globes; she would fawn over one her father had brought her from one of his trips, for about five minutes until the charm of the glass orb had worn off. They had all ended up in some long forgotten box hidden away in the attic.

All but one. One of Paris was setting on a shelf in her study; it had been a recent present from him, and possibly her favorite one ever.


Mess (Hopefully this makes up for the angst of the others!)

This mess measured up as one of the biggest he had seen his whole life. There was pillow stuffing strewn all throughout the hall and living room, chocolate smears on the walls and furniture, and two tiny chocolate handprints on the light fur of their new golden retriever puppy.

He followed the splashing sounds into the kitchen to find a very frazzled Jenny and a giggling toddler. She looked up and smiled his way before returning her attention to the little boy sitting in the sink.

"Your son decided to paint the puppy…" she said while attempting to scrub some dried chocolate off of their child's cheek.

"And the whole house," he observed. "What about the pillow?"

"The puppy tried to retaliate."

They both received a huge splash of soapy water as the kid decided to use the dish soap bottle as a boat to battle the kitchen sink waves.

She sighed and handed him the washcloth. "Your turn."

Teddy Bear (I've taken creative liberty and made the assumption that she hadn't been in all of the rooms of his house.)

She didn't mean to snoop, but he had been vague in his description of where the extra sanders were. He had merely said 'upstairs, spare bedroom.' This had been unhelpful since she knew there were three other bedrooms in the house besides his.

Jenny knew immediately they weren't in here, but it hadn't stopped her from glancing over the pink painted bedroom. There were Barbies spread out in one corner, crayon pictures hung on the wall and tiny vanity table with a bright pink sparkly hairbrush at the foot of the bed.

On the neatly made up comforter was a small fluffy Teddy bear with a reflective silver necklace on. Even from the door way she could make out the name 'Kelly' on the tag of the chain.

A gruff cough from behind her had her jumping guiltily.

"Jethro, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"I haven't changed it since," He cut off her apology in a choked voice.

She nodded and reached for his hand, knowing he probably hadn't even stepped foot in the room since.

Mantle (I struggled with this one…)

He advanced on her. She smiled seductively and licked her lips. Gibbs had her pinned to the wall in no time but just before he could rip her clothes off she stopped him.

"I can't, Jethro…"

He raised an eyebrow and noticed her glancing over to the fireplace on the other side of the living room. "What?"

She gestured to the mantle, pulling him out of the room and towards to the stairs. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially to him "It feels like he was watching."

Gibbs gulped and looked back to the picture of Jasper Shepard that sat on the mantle. He looked proud and almost disapproving in his uniform.

There was no way he could ever think about that room the same.

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