"Hey, Jen..." Gibbs said. The redhead stood in front of the elevator, waiting to go home on a Friday night. The team didn't have weekend duty, and Gibbs told them to go home for the night.
"Yes Agent Gibbs?" Jenny smirked.
"My father is coming over tomorrow, and-"
"Do I finally get to meet the famous Jackson Gibbs?" teased Jenny.
"Actually, I needed your help." Gibbs admitted. Jenny raised an eyebrow.
"Help?"
"He's expecting dinner." Gibbs mumbled. Suddenly, Jenny came to the realization.
"When's the last time you cooked? Not steak over your fireplace?" Jenny said smugly. Gibbs chose not to answer.
"You can't cook!" Jenny said.
"I can cook...!" Gibbs said defensively. Then his expression turned to stone again. Jenny shook her head slowly, a smile on her face, and stepped into the elevator.

o-o-o-o-o-o

"I hope you don't mind that I brought Emily. I couldn't find her a babysitter on such short notice." Jenny said when Gibbs opened the door that night.
"Perfect." Gibbs said. "Hi Jen."
"Hey." Jenny smiled and stepped passed him. She headed for the kitchen, while Emily stood at the door.
"Agent Gibbs?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"Do you have any Barbie dolls?" wondered the girl.
"No, but I have something better." Gibbs beckoned towards a door. Emily followed curiously downstairs. Her eyes widened when she saw the wooden boat frame.
"Did you build this?" she asked, incredulous. Gibbs nodded.
"Wanna help?"

o-o-o-o-o-o

"Jethro!" Jenny's voice called from up the stairs. They heard a door open, and light flooded into the basement. "I've been calling you for about ten minutes!" Gibbs saw black high heels descend the stairs.
"Careful..." he said.
"Oh shut up." Jenny muttered. "Where in the world is your saucepan?"
"Pretty sure I don't own one," Gibbs admitted. Jenny rolled her eyes.
"What are you doing with my child?"
Emily and Gibbs sat at his counter, Mason jars full of milk, sanding small toy cars.
"Oh no. Do not turn my daughter into one of...you!" Jenny said, a stern expression on her face, but her voice was teasing.

o-o-o-o-o-o

"Jen, could you get the door?" Gibbs asked from upstairs. He was changing clothes for dinner with his father. He had asked the redhead and her daughter to stay for dinner, and meet his father. She had refused, saying they didn't want to intrude, but Gibbs had insisted. So Jenny pulled open the door, and an older man stood there.
"Good evening miss," Jackson Gibbs said, surprised. "Am I right to assume that you are Ms. Jenny Shepard?"
"Guilty," Jenny said with a smile. She held out her hand. "Pleased to finally meet you."
"Not as pleased as I am," Jackson said, shaking her hand.
"Watch it Dad," Gibbs said, descending the stairs. He wore a dress shirt and jacket.
"Just introducing ourselves," explained Jackson. Gibbs rolled his eyes jokingly, and placed his arm around Jenny's waist to lead her into the dining room.
"You cooked, Leroy?" Jackson inquired, inhaling.
"That would be Jenny." Gibbs said. "And that...would be Emily." The younger redhead bounced out of the kitchen to sit down. Jackson greeted her, and they began to eat.

o-o-o-o-o-o

After dinner, Jackson entertained Emily, and Jenny was doing dishes. Gibbs came up and grabbed a towel.
"Your father seems...nice," Jenny said to make conversation. Gibbs shrugged, drying a plate. "Emily likes him."
No comment.
"Are you going to say anything?" Jenny asked, setting down the washcloth.
"We don't have the best relationship," Gibbs indicated to his father.
"I could tell. Is that why I'm here?" Jenny said simply. Gibbs didn't reply again, and Jenny became frustrated.
"No," said Gibbs honestly. All of a sudden, Jackson came into the kitchen.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I think little Emily wants to go home. She crashed on the couch."
"Yeah, we should probably get going." Jenny rushed.
"I'll walk you out." Gibbs walked with her to the entryway, and helped carry Emily as Jenny slipped on her high heels.
"Thanks," muttered Gibbs sheepishly. Jenny smirked and took Emily from his arms. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
"Good night Jethro."

A/N: Do you like the fluff...or hard core drama? *Wiggles eyebrows mysteriously*