A/N: Remember when I said that I had a LOT of old Jibbs stuff that I would write up at some point? Well I found this little half finished story and thought it was the perfect second chapter to this story. So here it is. I'm not going to make any promises of whether this is the end or not but please, please review. Oh and as always enjoy.

Where am I? Jennifer Shepherd thought as she woke in an unfamiliar bed. The small creek of light from the drawn curtains turned everything a warm yellow, which made it impossible to distinguish colors. Her head pounded like she had, had a little too much to drink and her lips felt swollen like she had been kissed a little too much. Not that there was such a thing, of course.

She breathed in deeply. Bourbon and Sawdust seemed to float in the air. She did not need to turn around to know that the arms wrapped around her belonged to one Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"Good morning," he whispered into her ear, he traced a slightly familiar pattern onto her back as she turned around. His lips met hers, she did not pull away. "I don't mean to sound rude, but how did I get here?" Jenny whispered, in the second that she was able to pull herself away. It was not that she couldn't, it was just that she didn't particularly want to.

"You really don't remember?" Gibbs chuckled, raising one eyebrow in suspicion. Jenny took a moment to look at him. He seemed to have a smile on his face that was not likely to go away anytime soon. He always looked younger when he was this happy, it reminded her of Paris.

"No," Jennifer said holding him back with a hand on his chest, "enlighten me."

"Well we went out too diner..." Gibbs started.

"Yes I remember that," Jenny interrupted. Gibbs just stared at her grumpily. "Sorry," she whispered innocently.

"And I asked you back here..." Gibbs said, letting himself trail off naturally.

"I said yes?" Jenny almost coughed, surprised by her own actions, "damn I thought I would have made it harder than that." She chuckled shaking her head at herself.

Gibbs grinned mischievously, "Maybe it was my good looks and charm that won you over?" he shrugged.

"The alcohol may have helped," Jenny mocked.

They both lay there in silence. This was what happened when you rushed things, she couldn't have believed she had let this happen.

"Do you want me to go?" Gibbs asked solemnly. It was a good enough question and Jenny took a moment to consider how she would answer. "No," she sighed, "everything's better when your here."

"You know I never did ask you my final question," Jenny said sitting herself up.

"Ah so you do remember last night?" Gibbs smirked, receiving a playful hit from Jenny for his comment.

"Do you want me to ask or not?" she questioned sternly. Even at the strangest of times, Jenny was too the point.

"Ask," Gibbs said, sitting himself up as well to join Jenny.

"Why is it that your always so quiet?" Jenny questioned. "It's really quite annoying sometimes."

"I say what I need to say," he shrugged.

"But nothing more?" she coaxed.

"I think you would be annoyed with me if I dominated the conversation," Gibbs smirked.

"Would I now?" Jenny said a tad flirtatiously.

"Yes, how many times since I've known you have had a panic attack because you weren't in charge?" Jethro questioned. Cautiously preparing for the fight that he had just started.

"I am in charge remember," Jenny said leaning over to whisper into his ear.

"My point exactly," Gibbs smirked. Jenny hit him again playfully on the shoulder.

"Am I really that bad?" Jenny sighed, sadly.

"No," Gibbs said putting an arm around her shoulder, "It's adorable," Jenny's face lit up at his comment.

"I like this," Jenny said leaning over and placing a kiss onto his lips.

"mmm, we should do this again sometime," he whispered.