It was fight after fight, over and over. And Diane had the nerve to think that he was cheating on her! No matter what, that was something that Leroy Jethro Gibbs could never do. Always faithful; Semper Fidelis. Diane didn't know if she wanted him, or if she wanted a divorce. Little did she know that her husband was as torn as she was. Their latest fight was about laundry-he put his black socks into her 'whites' load. So what? But her sheets, towels, and washcloths came out a dirty looking blackish-gray. And it was his fault.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Gibbs had been in the office for almost two hours when Jenny came in. She was always the first one in the office-second to Gibbs.

"Shepard," he greeted. She nodded back and set her purse on top of her desk. Gibbs dropped his pen and ran a hand through his hair.

"Long night?" Jenny asked with a small smile.

"Long morning," corrected Gibbs.

"About...?"

"Laundry." Gibbs muttered.

"Oh no." Jenny said with a feigned expression of horror. Gibbs looked up. "Did you mess up the sorting?" Her boss just snorted in reply.

"She's hopeless." Gibbs said, meaning Diane. Jenny nodded.

"I know how you feel." Jenny said. "Honestly."

"Gooood morning!" A voice sang, stepping out of the elevator. Jenny groaned as DiNozzo stepped into the bullpen with a huge smile on his face.

"I watched a great movie last night." DiNozzo said.

"I really, really do not care." Jenny said, perched on top of her desk. DiNozzo just smiled.

"You wouldn't know a great movie if it hit you in the face," he said.

"What about The Sound of Music?" Jenny asked with a smirk. DiNozzo's expression that was so happy turned to an face of horror.

"Don't. You wouldn't-"

"'Do, a deer, a female deer...'" Jenny sang. Neither noticed, but Gibbs was chuckling from his desk.

"No!" DiNozzo shouted.

"No what?" Ziva asked, walking in from the elevator.

"Don't. Even. Mention it," hissed DiNozzo, directed towards Jenny, who simply grinned.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

The day was virtually uneventful. They had one false alarm for a murder, but it was just someone's weird, sick imagination. So when it was five o'clock, Gibbs sent the team home. And everyone except Jenny took that invitation right away.

"Go. Go home. Relax." Gibbs said. Jenny shook her head.

"C'mon." Jenny said, holding out her arm to usher him. He just looked confused. "Let's go Gibbs."

"Where are 'we' going?" he wondered, slightly suspicious.

"You'll see..."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

The reached the abandoned building about ten minutes later. Gibbs still didn't have a clue as to why the redhead had brought him to this place, but he knew that she had motives.

He followed her into the building. There was no furniture, no fireplace, nothing. Just curtains on the windows.

"Do you know how to dance?" Jenny inquired. Gibbs just stared at her like she had gone mad. "Do. You. Know. How. To. Dance?" repeated Jenny. Gibbs didn't answer. Could he dance? Did he really know how?

"I didn't think so." Jenny reached into her purse and extracted a remote. She pressed a button and a waltz began to play from an unknown speaker. Jenny held out her arms and Gibbs stepped into her embrace, slowly but surely. And she taught him to dance. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. He was clumsy at first, so unlike the trained federal agent that he is. But Gibbs got the hang of it, and he was rather good. About an hour later, Jenny met his eyes and smiled. She leaned over, rested her head on his shoulder and whispered:

"Take Diane dancing tonight."