Cooked Mammals Chapter 3: Love is like a Storm fashiongirl97, a ncis fanfic

Title: Love is like a storm

Author: Fashiongirl97

Rating: K+

A/N: hope it's ok, enjoy! :P

When you work for an armed federal agency and have a boss who doesn't believe in the work day ending until 1900 you don't get much time for a social life, or to see your lover. The matter becomes even worse when your boss is also your lover. Jenny and Gibbs had not spent time together, as a couple in over two weeks. They'd managed to get a quick fumble in the store room once or twice, but when your relationship is a secret – things are even harder.

Ten months had passed since that second night in Marseilles when the line between professional and partners had been crossed. That so called line had not been redrawn recently, nor did either of them want it to be. They didn't talk about their pasts or secrets. One day they would talk about all those things, but for now, for now they just took things as they came.

Tonight was two weeks after Valentine's Day. They hadn't spent that day together, not even the evening or lunch or any part much at all. Instead they'd had a case which had lead to her nearly being shot and him being sent to a ship whilst she supervised at the D.C. end. So, that night hadn't been spent together. Since then they'd been stacked up with cases. Tonight though, tonight was a Friday night. Their team had no case. Jenny had finished all her paperwork so left early whilst Gibbs gave the Director all the files and then got caught up talking.

Jenny walked into her Georgetown house. It was warm thanks to her housekeeper lighting the fire before she left for the day. The redhead kicked off her heeled boots and hung up her coat. She walked around just in her socks. Jenny pulled her long red hair out of its restraining bobble and shook it loose. She then ran upstairs and changed out of her work wear into a pair of black leggings, black vest top and an oversized purple jumper. She walked back downstairs and began to heat up the food her housekeeper had prepared.

Both Jenny and Gibbs had promised to spend tonight together as a couple, and she hoped more than anything he wouldn't get caught up in some meeting.

At NCIS Gibbs was listening to Director Tom Marrow drone on about how much Agent Gibbs' current partner and lover had moved on in her work. Although he agreed with everything the Director said he would rather be at her house talking to her about anything at all. Finally Tom ended his trail of thought and let Gibbs go. As he left the office, he sighed, running his hand though his hair. 'God that man can talk for England,' he thought as he walked down the stairs. He decided against going home and getting changed, Jenny had some of his stuff at hers anyway. So, the salt and pepper haired ex-marine turned NCIS agent got into his car and drove to his partner and lover's house. On the way the only stop he made was to buy a bottle of bourbon. They hadn't gotten each other Valentines presents but he knew he was in debt with her by a bottle of bourbon after he lost a bet.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity he pulled outside the large town house. Slowly he walked up the path, found the spare key, and as per usual he let himself in without a sound. He heard the faint sound of music playing from the kitchen, and the quiet voice of Jenny singing along.

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream

Leroy Jethro Gibbs just stood at the door and smirked as he saw his lover dancing around the kitchen singing along to the ABBA song. He knew she loved ABBA. He was pretty sure it was the only CD he had ever heard her play. She smiled as she swayed on the spot to the music; he couldn't help but smirk as her hips swayed. So he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her exposed neck.

"Hey," he murmured.

"Hey," she replied.

"Something smells good! You cook?" he questioned.

"No, Noemi did," Jenny replied, laughing.

"Thought not, last time that happened we nearly had a cooked mammal on the ceiling."

"Oi!" she said poking his chest. "Go get changed or you'll be the cooked mammal on the ceiling." She laughed and for once in his lifetime he did as he was told.

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream

The end of the song finished and Jenny's singing also faded out. Soon the food was headed up and just as she finished plating it up Jethro appeared downstairs wearing old jeans and an NIS t-shirt and simply his socks. Jenny thought he looked very handsome, yet didn't she always? The pair of lovers then walked into the office where Noemi had lit a fire for Jenny. The room was nice and warm unlike the rest of the house usually was in the cool Februarys that DC experienced. The pair sat in a comfortable silence as they ate. They never needed words, that was something both of them had discovered, that and that they could read each other like a book.

The last ten months had seen both of these two NCIS agents realise how happy they were together. They'd gone so far since that first day in Marrows office when they'd met. Yet they both couldn't help but smirk when they thought how their Director would react if he ever found out what they really did in Marseilles or how they put the storerooms in NCIS to better use. Life for these two was fun. For the moment neither really cared about pasts or anything like that. Once they had finished eating they washed up the plates. Or rather Jenny washed up the plates and Gibbs distracted them.

Sitting in the office later on that evening both were curled up together, and as they did so they heard as a storm brewed outside. The rain pelted down on the window and the wind blew hard against the trees. Not many people knew that this was Jenny Sheppard's favourite weather. Not many knew that she loved to watch as the rain fell, loved to drive in the dark and see the bright lights of DC. Not many knew that when she was younger every time it would rain she would go out for a run. She always would, until she got a bad cold because it and her father banned her from going out in the rain. But no one could stop her love of the rain, the dark or storms.

Gibbs gently kissed her temple. This was a side of the gruff Marine so few people got to see. Not many saw the loving, caring Jethro who would anything for those he loved. But Jenny did, she saw it whenever she was alone with him, and she loved it. "What'cha thinking about?" he questioned.

"The rain, how I used to always go out running in it until my dad banned me 'cause I got a bad cold," she replied as he chuckled. "What's so funny?" she asked mock offended.

"You used to run in the rain?"

"Yeah, I've always loved the rain. I love the sound, the coolness of the droplets as they hit your skin, the smell after its gone. I love it all." Jethro just smiled.

That night they just sat curled up in each other, smiling, thinking, silent. Jenny watched the rain, and Jethro watched his redhead. As the evening drew to a close and the sound of the rain lulled Jenny to sleep Jethro kissed her head and whispered into the night: "I love you Jenny Sheppard." She hadn't been quite asleep and as she heard the words leave his mouth she could feel tears of joy brimming in her eyes. With a smile on her face she replied "I love you too." It was the first time either of them had said it and it felt good. They were in love with each other.

A storm is made up of many things. A storm is not a storm without darkness, yet darkness alone isn't a storm. A storm isn't a storm without rain, yet rain alone is simply rain. A storm is not a storm without wind, but wind alone is simply wind. A storm is only a storm when things are mixed together to form something so powerful it is feared, yet seen to some as beautiful, to those who need rain: essential and everyone, unable to be forgotten.

Love is like a storm in many ways. Love is not love without trust, yet trust alone is simply trust. Without friendship love is hard, without commitment love is weak. Without two people who feel the same about each other love simply doesn't exist. Yet when all the right elements are put together it can be something so powerful it can scare some, yet so beautiful it will make others jealous, to those who don't want to be alone anymore essential, and to everyone, something unable to be forgotten.