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Just realized that this is going to be a three-parter, because I don't want to wait too long with posting the next part and the story isn't finished yet... so here's part 2 of 3 ;)

"The boss's going to kill us." Tony's words broke through the silence between the three colleagues who were now sitting in a car, driving to the place Jenny had ordered them to.

"He won't get to know. Director Shepard will take care of this, I'm sure," Ziva answered and then turned the chart in her hands. "I think... we have to take the next street left," she then added and pointed at the mentioned way.

"That's a dirt track, Zee-vah. I'm not gonna drive on this way; there has to be another one."

"There isn't, Tony, now go on and turn left because there won't be any chance to turn for around twenty miles!" The Mossad officer ordered fiercely and fortunately, Tony gave in, taking the way he had been told to.

"So what do you think is the reason for all this?" He asked after a while of driving very slowly, trying to avoid getting the car and the cargo damaged, or raising too much dust.

"I don't know, Tony, this is between the Director and Gibbs; not our concern. And you shouldn't… you… Tony, would you please drive a bit faster?! I want to come back home today!"

"Why? It's such a quiet and lonely place out here… very romantic. We should stay here for…," DiNozzo began, but was interrupted by his partner closing his mouth with a snap by laying her hand under his chin.

"That's enough. We've a job to do," she responded, completely ignoring what he was going to say.

"Yeah, and by the way, you're not alone in this car," a voice from behind them complained.

"You, McGimmick, are sitting on the cheaper seats. So don't tell us what to do," Tony shot back, an evil smile on his face. He earned himself a hard slap from both Ziva and McGee for this.

Silence followed their little discussion, and after another ten minutes, they reached their destination.

"Alright," Tony began, "We all know what to do now? We have to work quick, but careful. So come on, guys, I'm sure Gibbs is already missing us."

--

Gibbs was, by no means, missing his team. The longer they were away, the more time he had to find an appropriate punishment for their behavior. Special assignment from Director Shepard or not, they had not to leave without a single word.

He was even thinking whether his team's punishment would be appropriate for Jenny, too, but decided that it was better to find another one for her.

Just then it hit him. Of course, this was her revenge! Well, he had always thought she was more ingenious. Obviously he was wrong.

It took him only a few minutes to reach the Director's office. He entered, and sat down on the couch of the small seating area. Lounging there, he totally ignored her questioning look.

"Jethro?"

"Mhh?"

She didn't respond, but just turned back to her work, trying to not let herself get affected by his presence. She didn't manage very well. Only after ten minutes, she asked him irritated: "Okay, what do you want?"

"Nothing," came the simple answer, "Have nothing to do, so I thought I could also sit somewhere more comfortable than at my desk."

"Aha," she commented shortly, peering to the clock on her desk, checking when it would be time for him to leave. She hadn't realized until then that it was still morning, still before noon. To her, it felt like she had been working for hours already. She sighed. So she had to hope for his team to return soon.

Uncounted minutes passed till she finally got a call. It was DiNozzo, her mobile told her, and she got up, trying to stay calm, and left the room. Jethro made no intent to follow her; this time, his laziness won over his curiosity, and if this was something that could be important for him, too, then he would get to know soon enough.

When she returned, his feet were lying on the coffee table, what she was noticing with a critical look, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she grabbed her jacket and left the office, closing the door behind her. Jethro raised an eyebrow. He decided to wait for another short while; then he would follow.

--

This time, the conference room seemed to be more than crowded. For a short moment, Jen considered changing to the real conference room, leaving Jethro's personal one, because four persons in the elevator were too many when you needed to have an important conversation while the lift was on emergency stop. But, after all, they all knew this situation; not together, but every one of them with Gibbs.

"DiNozzo, status report," she asked the eldest of the agents.

"The job is done, Ma'am, everything went well, although Ziva did complain a bit when we..."

"Tony," Shepard warned, giving him a stern look. Then she added a short "Thanks."

"Um... Director, may I ask...," Ziva began, but was stopped by Jen shooting her the same look she had given Tony before. "Not my business, right."

"Anything else? Anything I might need to know?"

"No, Director. Everything's where you wanted it to be. It will await you," McGee told their Big Boss, standing at attention and being a bit officious maybe, making the other three grin slightly.

"Thank you all. Now let's hope that Gibbs will take the bait!"

With this, she switched the elevator back to normal mode, and the four of them arrived in the bullpen, with Gibbs already awaiting them, standing in the middle of the big office.

"Team. Over here," he commanded, and Ziva, Tony and Tim followed the order obediently, preparing themselves to be head-slapped till their declining days. They just hadn't counted on Jen.

"Agent Gibbs. Please follow me. I need your services."

Ignoring the four widening pairs of eyes, she took her way to the stairs and ascended them, not looking back. She knew Gibbs would follow her. She at least had taken possession of his team, even if it had been only for a short while.

As soon as they had reached her office, she closed the door.

"Agent Gibbs," she began, making him frown, "because my security detail, the two men protecting me, said they both won't be able to take care of my safety till midnight, I want you to do their job. There won't be much to do for you; you'll just have to drive me home. Ah, right, and as it is their job, yours will also be the one to get me some things. Like coffee. Or food. Or dessert."

"Aren't there only the two men? Doesn't the agency have more agents to take care of your security?" Gibbs grumbled, obviously not very delighted with the thought of playing bodyguard.

"Jethro, you really should feel honored!"

"Funny, Jen. Can I go now?"

"Yes. But only to get me something to eat. You know the small Greek restaurant a few streets away from here? I'd like to have numbers 24 and 37. Get yourself something, too, if you want." When she saw his facial expression, she considered for a moment calling for some help, because his look told her that he would have liked to kill her at this moment.

And that exactly was the reason why she was teasing him.

He stood in front of her desk for a moment, mouth open, only that he wasn't sure whether it had just dropped open or he wanted to say something. In the end, he simply decided to follow her request. The cleverer give in or something like that.

"Now you can go," she couldn't help but add, watching him turn and leave. If this had been a comic, there probably would have been small smoke clouds over his head.

As soon as Jethro was out of the door, Jen leaned back grinning, very secure of victory, and opened the lowest drawer of her desk. The grin was away so fast that the muscles of her face protested.

Now this was impossible.

Maybe she had already eaten it. But then wouldn't she remember it? Cynthia put a fresh one into this one certain drawer every morning. It was her late night sin for the office, in case she wasn't at home when it was time for her daily dose. Not more than 100, on good days maybe 150 grams.

No one knew anything of it, except for his loyal assistant, and she wouldn't tell anyone. Not even if she was tortured.

"Cynthia, can you come in, please?" she called for named assistant, who stepped into the room seconds later.

"Director?"

"Cynthia, did you put my chocolate pudding into the drawer this morning?"

"Yes, Director."

"Then... why isn't it here?" Jen asked, ad pointed to the drawer, making her assistant coming around the desk to have a glance at it.

"I really have no idea... I only know I put the small bowl in there. No one has been here alone, except for Agent Gibbs."

"But Gibbs doesn't know of this hideaway. And I don't think he had the time to search through my whole desk."

"No today, but..."

"... when I've been on business trip in France. Tell me you hadn't put the pudding in here back then!"

"Of course not, Director. Ma'am... do you like me to call Agent Gibbs?"

"No, Cynthia, thanks. Just... let's get back to work. I'll try and clear this up later."

The door closed and Jenny was alone again. Thoughtfully, she looked around the room. Maybe her object of desire was somewhere in the room, maybe he had just put it somewhere else. But when she hadn't found anything after some minutes, she sighed and went back to her desk.

Never mess with a marine's coffee?

Never mess with a Director's chocolate pudding, dear Jethro, she thought, already rejoicing when she imagined his reaction on what she had done.

TBC