Title: Eavesdropping
Author: VerityFrancesB
Cynthia sat behind her desk and listened to the argument that was happening behind closed doors.
She wasn't intentionally listening, but it was hard not to hear the raised voices of Agent Gibbs and Direct Sheppard.
She had known today was going to be one of those days when the director had stormed in, followed closely by Agent Gibbs scowling. That in its self was not unusual, but the subject of the argument currently raging next door was.
"I do not think what I wear under my skirt is any concern of yours, Agent Gibbs" came the calm, if slightly raised voice of Jenny.
"Oh really?" Replied Agent Gibbs, "But it was my concern last night, wasn't it Director?"
Cynthia practically spat her coffee all over the letters she had just written at the suggestive tone of that comment.
She had thought there was something going on with those two but now she was sure that Agent Gibbs had just confirmed it.
"I am not talking to you when you are being this unreasonable."
Cynthia had to smile at that. Jenny was always calm under pressure; it was no doubt the reason she had been chosen as Director.
"I'm being unreasonable? Jen, look at them! I do not want every Agent in this building drooling over you."
"Oh, but its ok for you, isn't it, Mr Grabby Hands!"
Cynthia frowned, she didn't like where this was going, she quietly got up and walked out, leaving the door to her office ajar so she could hear when they had finished arguing.
Just as she stepped outside, Agent DiNozzo walked up.
"Morning Cynthia."
He smiled sweetly. She forced a smile back.
Tony had a serious James Bond complex and obviously thought that Cynthia should be like Money Penny and fawning all over him.
"What are you doing?" He asked, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
"The Director and Agent Gibbs are having a heated discussion and I did not want to listen" she replied.
Tony's smile got even bigger and he rubbed his hands together in glee.
"Argument? What about?" he asked.
"I said discussion not argument and I don't know because I wasn't listening."
"Well let me, I don't mind eavesdropping."
He said and pushed past her into her office and stood with his ear against the Directors door. He was practically jumping up and down on the spot.
"Ooooh, this is good, they are arguing about her stockings. Hmmm, the Director in stockings, now that is a sight I would pay to see."
He turned around to look at Cynthia and froze when he saw the look of horror on her face; he mentally readied himself for the slap of his life.
"DiNozzo! What in Gods name do you think you are doing?" The very angry voice of his boss made him stand up straight and look into the piercing blue eyes of Gibbs.
"I uh…lost my contact lens?" he tried, "OW…guess you know that I don't wear contacts, right boss?" he said, rubbing the back of his head.
Gibbs just stared.
"Right boss. Back to work, on it" he said as he practically ran back down stairs.
Cynthia tried to sit back at her desk without being noticed, it didn't work.
"Cynthia? Hold my calls, I will be in MTAC."
The Director swept out of the room. Gibbs again following closely.
"Just you hold on one minute, Director. We are not finished."
Jenny's reply was lost as they walked down the corridor.
Jenny was furious; she had managed to lock Jethro out of MTAC, which gave her some glee, but still not enough to abate her anger. How dare he tell her what to wear, it was not like they were married. Her thumb absentmindedly rubbed the base of her ring finger. Married? To Jethro? For Gods sake Jennifer, get a hold of yourself, you know how well that would go.
She sat alone in the quiet, dark room, having managed to send everyone out for the moment.
What she didn't know was that Gibbs had snuck in and was sitting in the back.
"Jen" his deep voice startled her.
"What do you want Jethro?" She sounded tired.
"To tell you that I like the stockings you are wearing today." He grinned at her.
"Even though you made such a fuss about them this earlier?" She asked, trying her hardest to stay angry at him, he was not going to weasel his way out of this one by being charming.
"I only made a fuss because I didn't want anyone else looking at you in the way that only I am allowed to look at you." He had made his way down to her and his hands were resting on her hips. She finally gave into him and wound her arms around his neck.
"Good," she said, "Because I wore them for you. God, this reminds me of Paris when you got so mad that I went to dinner with no underwear on."
She chuckled lightly.
"I remember" he said.
"Honestly Jen, you can't do that to me, I nearly had a heart attack and blew our cover."
"Well Jethro, you shouldn't have put your hand up my skirt at the dinner table, we were in polite company, you know?" She tried to twirl away out of his grasp but his fingers closed around the black silk of her dress and pulled her to him.
"At least warn me when you are going to do it next so I can fantasize about it when the conversation gets boring." He said as his lips found their way to her ear lobe.
The argument of the evening quickly forgotten as his hands lifted her silk dress over her head and it lay crumpled on the floor.
Back down in the bullpen Tony was still rubbing his head.
"It wasn't like I was actually doing anything wrong" he complained, "I mean, it was really hard not to hear them. Also, who wouldn't fantasize about the Director in stockings?! Right Probie?" he asked, looking at McGee hopefully.
"Well, I think it kinda demeans her as a woman, Tony." McGee replied.
"Oh, well who asked you anyway, McLoser?" Tony sulked.
"You did Tony." Ziva helpfully added.
She was rewarded with a glare that could kill from her partner.
"You know, for once Zee-Vah I would like you to be on my side, because you would have been listening too if you had been there."
"No I wouldn't" she replied, "Because people who attic-drop never hear good things about themselves, no?"
"It's eavesdrop Zee-Vah, and I wasn't, I just happened to over hear, that's all."
Tony got up and stalked over to Gibbs desk.
"Since he is probably going to be ages in MTAC "making up" with Jenny, I guess he won't mind if I have some of this."
He daringly picked up Gibbs coffee which sat forgotten on his desk.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Tony, that coffee belongs to Gibbs."
Abby had appeared from her lab and stood with her hands on her hips, "Where is he anyway?" she asked.
"In MTAC with the Director…and no one else…" Tony said suggestively and once again he froze as the rest of the team's eyes widened in a strange mixture of horror and amusement.
He flinched as a hand came in connection for his head for the second time that day.
"Wow, twice already and it is only 9.15am, that has got to be a record Tony."
"You be catching him up Ziva if you don't get back to work." Gibbs growled. "You too, McGee."
"What?...I didn't...yes Boss." Tim spluttered.
"Sometimes it is best just to agree with him Timmy." Abby added helpfully. She skipped over to Gibbs and kissed him on the cheek.
"Good works Abs." Gibbs said fondly to her and she turned and bounded back to the elevators.
"That is so unfair," Whispered Tony to Ziva, "She gets 'good works Abs' and she didn't even do anything, and what do I get? A brain aneurism if this keeps up."
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs shouted, causing a few passersby to stop and stare.
"Right boss, back to work, sorry boss."
Gibbs smiled and took a sip of his coffee.
It had turned out to be quite a good morning.
