So Sorry about the long wait. Things have been happening personally in my life and I just haven't been in the fan fiction writing mood. Got things worked out and it allowed me to get back into the mood. Hope to have Chapter 6 up by no later than Tuesday. Hope you like. R&R.

He followed her into her bedroom. He watched as she disappeared into her bathroom, leaving him alone. He figured he would get to make himself comfortable and looked around the room to find something to relax on. His eyes settled on her bed and another flashback hit.

It was the night they had come back to the states from Paris for a day to talk with Marrow about the mission they had completed and to get information on the new one. Their plane wouldn't leave until early the next morning and they decided to use their free time wisely, in her bedroom. They were in her bed. Jethro was on top of her with Jenny's legs wrapped around his waist.

He was thrusting inside of her hard and fast. Her nails were digging into his back, urging him on. He felt her hips move under him more fanatically and knew this was a sign she was getting close. He wanted to hear her scream. He tore his lips from her mouth and trailed them down her neck to her pulse point. He loved to kiss her there when she was getting close. Her heart was racing and it drove him crazy to know that he was the one that made her like that. He heard her moans get louder and decided to help her along. He moved his hands from her hips to the magic spot between her legs.

The combination of him thrusting inside of her, kissing her on her neck, and what he was doing with his hands was driving her crazy. "Oh God! Mmmm… Yes…!" She relaxed one of her legs to give him better access and to allow him to move against her just the way she liked. When his thrust got harder, she moved her hands from his back to the bed, where she fisted her hands into the sheets. "Yes…Just like that…Don't…Stop!" She felt herself explode. "Yes… Jethro!"

He felt her hips arch up to him as he felt her climax. He allowed her to calm down a little by making slow, easy thrust. Once he felt it was ok, he started moving harder and faster. He knew it wouldn't take much to get her over the edge again. This time he wanted to go with her. He pulled her to where they both were sitting, with Jenny on top. The way she was moving against him was driving him insane and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would be finished. He lifted his head up from her shoulder and looked at her. He wanted to see what he was doing to her. "Open your eyes, Jen. Look at me."

He watched as she opened her eyes and looked right into his. The way her eyes were darkened over in lust made him go right over the edge with her. "I love you, Jen."

She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a quick peck on the lips. She pulled back and looked directly into his eyes. "I love you too Jethro."

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Jen's voice coming from the bathroom. "Jethro, I know you have always had a problem expressing yourself but if you want to talk, you have to open your mouth and let actual words come out."

He sat down on the edge of her bed, facing her bathroom door. He always hated talking to someone he couldn't see. It didn't allow him to read their facial and bodily expressions. He knew however there was no way in hell she would allow him to be in the bathroom with her while she got ready. Truth of the matter was there was no way he could be in there with her. If he was, there would be no talking being done. Being in her room was hard enough without throwing her against the wall and having his way with her. "Do you remember that three room flat we had in Italy?"

"Yeah I do. It was so small."

"It was. Do you know what I remember most?"

"The days on end that we spent in bed."

He could almost hear her smirk when she made that comment. He figured he would just let it slide. "Well there is that but not what I was thinking. I remember the hours that you spent redecorating it. You really made it feel like home."

"We spent a lot of money there."

He chuckled. She had spent every bit of money that she had brought with her there. A little bit of it she used on a few things for the house. The rest of her money was used on the six pairs of shoes she had to own. He had never seen anyone who loved to shop more than her. The person who had spent the most money on the house was him. He spent almost all his money on a painting. He could still remember how entranced she was with its beauty. He also remembered how disappointed she was when she found out the price. There was no way she would be able to afford it. They were not allowed to access the money that they had in the states. It was too risky undercover. A few nights later, he surprised her with the painting she had wanted. She promised that she would pay him back for it but seeing the happiness on her face when she stood back and admired it hanging over the fireplace, was all he needed or wanted. It also didn't hurt any the way she made love to him later that night in front of that very fireplace.

"Do you remember that painting that I got you there?"

She replied softly. "Yeah I do. I took it with me when we left."

"I remember. You hung it up in every house we stayed at." He knew how much she loved the picture. This made him wonder where it was now. "Jen, what ever happened to the picture?"

"It's in storage. I want to hang it up in my study."

This made Jethro think. He had been in every room in her apartment and he knew that she didn't have a study. "Thought you were going to be living here."

"No, the apartment is just some place temporary. I was hoping to be able to move into my house when I got here but the painters took a little longer than I expected. They should be done in two days."

"First day on the job and you have already bought a house."

"Didn't have to buy a house. Remember, I told you I grew up in a house in DC."

"Yeah, I remember. I thought you were going to sell it though." How could he not remember it? She even showed it to him once. He had very vivid memories of the things that they had done to each other in her bedroom there. The only reason she had told him about it was because she was going to put it up for sell when they got back from Paris. She had said there was no reason to own a house when they were going to move in together.

"I thought about it. Even came really close before I was offered the director's job but I just couldn't. I loved that house. The only reason I wanted to sell was because I never expected to live there, especially after everything that happened."

He could hear the sadness in her voice. He didn't understand why talking about a house would cause her so much pain. He was just about to ask her about it when he heard her cuss out loud.

"Damn it!"

"What's wrong Jen?"

"My zipper is stuck. I hate it when this happens. I don't understand why designers put these things in the back where you can't reach them."

He heard the door open and watched her walk out towards him. Just the sight of her made his mouth go dry and his breathing stop. He knew she was talking but he didn't hear a word. All he heard was his heart pounding. He had always thought she was stunning in black but this dress made her look sexy as hell. The dress was fitted to her, showing the curves she had in all the right places. The front of the dress was cut just low enough to give him a glimpse of what was always his favorite part of her body. It stopped just below her knees, allowing him to see her silky legs. When she stopped in front of him, she turned around allowing him to see her back. He could see that the zipper was stuck just above her ass at the area he knew was difficult to reach. Seeing the exposed area of her back made his breathing become shallow.

"Jethro, I need you."

Hearing her say that reminded him of what had almost happened in his basement earlier that day. He knew that they agreed that they were going to talk but hearing her say that and seeing her standing here in front of him like she was, had him turned on more than he had ever been in his life. He wanted her so bad that he couldn't even form the words that were running around in his head. He stood up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. He heard her take a sharp intake of breath. He knew that if he played his cards just right, he would have her right where he wanted her.

Jenny was having just as hard time as he was. The feel of his hands on her hips made her mind go blank but she had to hold her ground. She couldn't just give into what she was feeling. They needed to talk about what was going on between the two of them. She didn't want just great sex. She wanted a relationship. The only way to guarantee that relationship was to clear the air between them and find out where they stood now. "Did you not hear what I said Agent Gibbs?"

Normally, her referring to him as Agent Gibbs would be a deal breaker but not right now. He heard the way her voice cracked when she addressed him. He knew that she was trying to fight off what she was feeling and there was no way he was going to let her. Sure they needed to talk but he knew that the two of them were always better at the nonverbal communication. There would be time when this was all over to talk. He stepped a little closer to her, leaving just enough room between them to be tempting. "Yeah I heard you."

"Then are you going to zip me up?"

"What do you think?" He pulled her back against him so her backside was against his lower area. He was not going to make this easy on her. If she wasn't going to let this happen, she was going to have to be the strong one and make him stop.

She could feel his arousal against her. She knew what he was doing. It was always hard for her to say no to him. "Jethro…"

He brought his lips closer to her ear. "I want you Jen." He captured her ear in-between his teeth and started to slowly nibble on it. He knew that this was always something that got her and this time it was no different. He felt her body relax into his arms. He heard her breathing get shallower and felt her pulse rate increase. He knew that she might still try to argue him on it but he knew that in the end, she would lose.

"We can't do this."

He moved down from her ear to the pulse point on her neck, right below her ear. "Your lips are saying no but your body is saying yes."

She knew that her body was saying yes. Hell everything was telling her to let him take her. She wanted it more than anything in her life but there was still just a very small part of her brain that was telling her to stop. It was the in control, professional director side. "I have got to go to dinner with CBS."

He felt her try to get out of the hold he had on her hips. He knew that if she got away, it would be over. There was no way he was going to let that happen. He tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her back against him. He whispered in her ear. "Cancel it."

"I can't. I'm the director. I have a responsibility…"

"Stop being the director. Be Jenny. What does Jenny want?"

The feeling of his lips on her neck was bad enough but she felt one of his hands move from her hip to the zipper of her dress. The way he was holding the zipper caused his index finger to be able to trace a small pattern on her back. The feeling of his finger on her bare skin ended every thought in her head except being with him. She told him what he wanted to hear. "You."

He felt her move her head and pulled back and looked at her. He captured her lips in a kiss that left both of them breathless. He pulled back and looked directly into her eyes. "Cancel it." He saw it in her eyes. He had her. He felt her try to pull away from him. He didn't want her away from him. He pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms around her waist, trapping her where she stood. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I have to make a phone call."

Jethro loosened one arm up to allow him to reach beside him to get his cell. "Here use mine." He placed his phone in her hand and went back to kissing her on the neck. He knew that she was going to call CBS; he just wanted to make sure that she canceled the dinner.

The feeling of his hands on her body and his lips against her was raising her body temperature up several degrees. She could hardly remember her own name, let alone the number she needed to call. She needed a clear head to do this and with what he was doing to her one thing she didn't have was a clear mind.

He could see that it was taking her too long to make the phone call. He knew the reason why to, him. He felt the same way when she would seduce him. He knew he needed to stop what he was doing but he couldn't. It had been too long since she had been in his arms. It had been too long since he was allowed to touch her body the way he was right now. He pulled back just long enough to allow her to think. He watched as her trembling fingers found the numbers she needed and listened as the phone rang. When he heard that she had in fact dialed the correct number, he went back to the matter at hand. He lowered the zipper on her dress to allow it to be easier to get off.

She couldn't believe he was doing this while she was on the phone. Thankfully just asking someone to transfer her to a person with the early show didn't require too much thinking. She felt as his hands skimmed up her arms to the straps of her dress, lowering the straps past her shoulders. He moved his hands down to her hips to give it a simple tug, allowing it to easily slip off her body and pool around her feet. His hands tickling across her body made it harder to breath. She also was having a hard time coming up with some kind of explanation as to why she was not able to make it to dinner. Right when someone answered the phone for the early show, he started rubbing his thumb around the inside of her upper thigh. She lost all thoughts in her head. "This is Agent Shep… I mean Director Shepard. I was supposed…" He started nibbling at her ear causing her to moan out. "Ohhh…" She had to get her mind back on the conversation. "I was supposed to be having dinner with one of your producer tonight to discuss an interview tomorrow. I'm terribly sorry but I have to cancel."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything wrong?"

At that moment he moved his hands up her body to her breast. "Yes… I mean no."

He leaned in closer to her free ear and whispered. "It's taking everything inside me not to take you right now. I want to be inside you so bad."

If she was ever going to get this conversation over with, he had to stop what he was doing. No matter how much she was enjoying it, she had to stop him. "Excuse me." She turned in his arms and tried to put on her best director face. She put her hand over the phone to block out any sound. "Could you please stop?"

"I just want you to know how much I want you."

"I know how much you want me. I'm pretty sure you can tell I want you as well. I need to talk to these people and the quicker I get this call over with; the sooner you and I can do what we want to do."

He looked at the way she was looking at him. If he had any possible doubt that she was going to change her mind, that look proved to him that she wasn't. Her eyes were so darkened with lust that they were no longer the normal emerald green color. Now they looked more like a forest green. Inside them he could see the promise that they were going to do this but to let that happen she had to cancel with CBS. He pulled back to give her enough space to allow her to think but still kept his hands on her hips to allow the contact that he craved.

She gave him a quick peck on the lips to tell him thank you for letting her do this without distraction but she couldn't let him get away with what he had tried to do earlier. She knew the perfect way to get him back. She dropped her hand from the phone and went back to her conversation. "I'm sorry about that. There is nothing seriously wrong." She looked up at him with seductive look on her face. She traced one of her fingers down his chest, stopping at his belt loop. She pulled him a little closer and could feel his arousal against her. She arched an eyebrow at him and smirked, knowing she had him where she wanted him. "Something just came up with one of my agents and it requires me to be very hands on. Please tell Mr. Andrews that I'll be in contact with him when I'm able to make the dinner."

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank You." She hung up the phone and looked up at him insolently. "Now exactly where were we?"

"Right about here." He leaned in and captured her lips.

At that same moment across town, a man sat in a car waiting on someone else to arrive. He was trying to make small talk with the other man that was in the car.

"So are you back at work, Gerald?"

"Next week."

"I've always found that work is the best…" In the distance he saw a car pulling into the area. He knew who it had to be but he couldn't be positive. He saw an older car pulling up and smirked. "A vintage Morgan. How Ducky." He watched as the car pulled over to the side and the lights go off. "Flash your light." He watched as Gerald reached to work the light switch. He then watched as Ducky got out of his car and started walking. "Roll down your window." He watched as Gerald did as he was told. He really enjoyed having all the control in this situation. "Now wait in the good doctor's car while we talk."

He watched as Gerald got out of the car and watched as the two men slowly walked toward each other. He placed his gun to where he could make a clear shot to Ducky's head if he needed to. He looked down at his small transmitter that allowed him to see exactly what he wanted to see. The room that had been empty before now held two people. They were engaged in a very heated kiss. He also noticed that the woman was undressed. Yes now it was time to allow things to get very interesting.