The next morning when Jen woke up she could feel his arms around her waist and all the memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. All she wanted to do the rest of the day was stay there laying in his arms. But that thought vanished when she felt his arms leave her waist and when she saw him walk into the bath room.
Later that day they were both in the market tailing their suspect. They had to act l9ke husband and wife and not draw attention to the fact that they were there. That's easier said then done, the language barrier was a little infuriating to Gibbs. But the information they were getting was impeccable, they couldn't have gotten better from Naval intelligence. They day was spent on foot and marking down all the places that the suspect went so that they could make those places part of their routine so they could run into their suspect without arousing suspicions.
When they got back to the hotel they were both pretty tired from being on their feet all day. " I think I'm getting to old for tailing a suspect on foot." Said Jen as she was sitting on the bed taking off her shoes. "Yeah well it probably wasn't smart to do it in heels.'' Said Gibbs as he moved to sit in front of her. Jen wasn't going to let him say that. " Well I thought that we were going to just take pictures." God how she loved pissing him off, it made for better sex in the end. "Rule numbers 11 Jen never assume anything." She smiled up at him; they were so close to each other they look like they were glued together. "Well then I would be wrong for me to presume that you want badly to sleep with me right now." She had him with that. "No that I do want to do." He grabbed her and they started to make love to each other just like the previous night. This was turning out to be one hell of a mission.