Gibbs walked into NCIS headquarters Monday morning dreading work more than he ever had before. He had actually considered calling out for the first time ever, but he knew he couldn't avoid Jenny forever. He didn't like conversations to begin with, especially conversations about last night. He still had no idea what he had said to her, but from the sounds of it she was going to be pissed at her. He had gotten her a coffee to help ease the tension, but he knew it wasn't going to work.

He was just sitting down at his desk when Jenny appeared on the catwalk. "Would the agent formerly known as Special Agent Gibbs come here please?" Gibbs moaned as he got up and made his way to a smirking Jenny. Apparently she had found her own joke very amusing.

They made their way into her office and he handed her the coffee he had brought her. She smiled and he hoped it went she wasn't pissed at him. But he also knew she had a great poker face.

"Well Sir Jibbs-a-Lot, would you like to tell me why I shouldn't fire you?"

So much for that.

"Listen Jen, I don't know what the hell happened on Friday night or what I said since Fornell refused to tell me. But I do know I'm sorry for whatever I may have said."

"I think I like Sir Jibbs-a-Lot he actually apologizes."

"I really hate that name."

"Then why did you tell everybody at the bar that it was your name?" The more details he found out about his little outing the more he thought he could never show his face in DC again.

"If I knew why I did anything we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"This is true, I just wish you chose to dedicate a nicer song to me."

"I dedicated Love Stinks to you?"

"Yes, the agent formerly known as Special Agent Gibbs you did. Said it was for breaking your heart." Yep, he was definitely moving out of the state, if not the country.

"Um…I'm really sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it Jethro, you have a pretty decent singing voice. And in case you're wondering I'm not going to fire you."

"Appreciate it Jen." Their little meeting had gone surprisingly well and he still had a job. As far as he was concerned he could just forget all about his night out and move on with his life. He was about to head out of her office when he heard her call his name.

"Sir Jibbs-a-Lot we are not done discussing about that night. I still want answers to know what possessed you to join a male wet t-shirt competition. Oh and why you said I looked like the cowgirl from Toy Story. And let's not forget when you sang 99 Bottles of Beer on the wall and tried to chug a bottle each time." On second thought, he had always loved Paris.

THE END!