Jan 14
But if you have my wish to speak openly to me as a friend, or to ask my opinion of any thing that you may have in contemplation as a friend, indeed, you may command me. I will hear what you like. I will tell you exactly what I think. – Jane Austin, Emma
Gibbs found himself unable to take his eyes from Jenny.
"Well?" she asked, impatiently. "What do you think?"
The dress was not particularly revealing, but it showed off her every curve and hugged her body perfectly. The black highlighted her pale skin.
"You are not going out dressed like that," he replied, still staring.
"What's wrong with it?" she queried, clearly confused.
"I am not having any men seeing you in that dress," he clarified.
She started to giggle. "I thought I had torn the back or something. But you're just worried about my welfare?"
"Jen," he growled.
"Are you jealous, Jethro?" she inquired, catching him off guard. "Ziva approved of it, as did Ducky."
"Damn it, Jen. No man in his right mind will be able to control himself with you looking like that."
"Including you? Or are you not in your right mind?"
"I guess I walked right into that," he admitted.
"Oh yeah."
"Seriously Jen, have you got anything else to wear?"
"It's just a dress! Why are you getting so worked up about it?"
He ran his fingers through his hair. "Please Jen? You're going to have guys hitting on you all night."
"I don't mind a bit of flirting."
"You'd better hope there are no Neanderthals at the function, or you're going to be dragged off."
She giggled again. "You'd prefer it if I got changed?"
"Please?"
She gave in. "Fine. I'll see if I can borrow a dress from Ziva."
"Thanks," he smiled back. Maybe he could persuade Jenny to wear that dress some other time, when it was just him and her.