Author - MrsScott232

The Worst Day Since..

Frustrated, Jenny shuffled through the papers on her desk. Where was that damned report? She had fifteen minutes to send it off, and she still had to sign it. Annoyed she used her intercom to call her assistant.

"Heather, can you come in please?"

A few seconds later, Heather stepped inside. Those few seconds were a few too much for Jenny.

"Madam Director?" Jenny cringed at the title, "I almost forgot to give you this report back, it's kind of due in fifteen minutes, so if you could please sign it. I'll send it off immediately."

Jenny almost pulled the report out of her hands. Angry that she'd wasted her precious time on this pointless search. If only Cynthia was here, this would have never happened with her behind the desk outside her office. Damn those family reunions. She was counting down the days until her return. And there were only three left.

Just after Heather left her office the phone rang again. Sighing she picked up, while she kicked off her high heels beneath the desk. Slipping in to her Director mode was getting harder after eighteen hours of work.

She rubbed her temple as she listened to the complaining NSA officer at the other end. This was the third, no, fourth time one of the alphabet agencies had called, complaining about one of her teams. And none of them had been about Jethro's team. That small fact surprised her.

She headed over to the catwalk, trying to find a moment of peace, watching her agents in the squad room below.

Not all of her agents, just one specific team.

Actually, just one specific agent.

Jethro. She saw him slap DiNozzo on the back of his head, and throw his empty cup of coffee in the bin.

Luckily one of them was having a good day. Then, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Ma'am?" She tore her gaze away from him and settled it on the agent in front of her. Donovan, if she remembered correctly.

"I have difficulty getting this warrant.." He tried to show her the papers but another agent appeared beside him. "Director Shepard I need you to sign this."

"Madam Director! Sec Nav on the phone for you." The 'sweet' tones of Heather's voice could've been heard across the street. Sighing she signed the papers quickly and started to walk towards her office, trying to keep the annoyance off her face.

"Ma'am, the warrant?" Suddenly something inside her just snapped.

"I am not here to do your damn job for you Agent Donovan. I you haven't noticed, I'm kind of busy running this agency!"

Her voice had gotten louder with every word. After she finished she stalked away angrily. Leaving a stunned Agent behind. The entire squad room had stopped what they were doing and watched the exchange of words. None of them had seen their Director like this. Not even her good friend Ziva. Gibbs smirked at the door behind which Jenny had disappeared. He had seen their lovely Directors fine display of a typical redhead temper before. And he was glad he wasn't at the receiving end of it this time.

Even though the making up part after had been fun, it was much more amusing this way.

--

Jenny rhythmically hit her head against her desk. Every time her forehead connected with the wood a soft thump filled her office. And at the same time, she said to herself "Why can't this day be over."

"You need some coffee?"

She didn't even lift her head. She just held out her hand an accepted the cup. With slight difficulty she raised her head again and drank the entire cup at once.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"No problem."

Gibbs walked around the desk, and put his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage. Softly she moaned as she felt him work out the knots.

"You should get some sleep, Jen."

"I can't, I'll just have some coffee and then I'll be fine."

"Didn't we talk about that? You can't function on coffee alone. You need to rest."

"I'm still your Boss, Special Agent Gibbs, don't tell me what to do."

"Fine." He lifted his hands from her shoulders and walked around her desk again. Her eyes widened a bit in disappointment when she felt that his hands were no longer there.

"Get some sleep." And with those words he left again. She glanced at the couch in the corner of her office. Maybe a few minutes of rest would work.

--

"Twenty bucks says Gibbs won't make it out alive." But Ziva and McGee were for once unable to take the bet. When their Director was acting like that, who knows what could happen.

"Come on guys." He waved the money in the air.

"I've never seen her act like this before." Ziva's eyes still hadn't left the catwalk. In all those years as Jenny's friend she'd seen many of her emotions. She actually thought she'd seen them all. But never this one.

"It was like she lost her head or something."

"I think you mean lost her mind."She threw a quick glance at McGee, still a little distracted.

"Yes, that too."