Title: Rescue George

Author: MissJayne

Rating: K+

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was not the type of man to randomly wander into the Director's office.

Well, she argued (yelled) that he was and he needed to learn to respect closed (and occasionally locked) doors.

Okay, maybe he had a slight tendency to barge in without warning, but his ex-partner needed to be kept on her toes. She had been a good agent and he was not about to let her grow soft sitting behind a desk. She might be his boss on paper, but she would always be his Probie and it was his job to keep an eye out for her, even if she did now have the power to reassign him to the middle of nowhere.

His repeated actions should have given her a hint to be on her best behavior whenever he was in the building, but today he charged through the door to find her standing on her desk.

It was the weekend, so he took the time to admire her out of her suits (which were every bit as interesting as her casual attire, though her jeans hugged her butt better). She wasn't wearing his favorite pair of jeans; these were a little loose and he decided to force Noemi and Cynthia to compare notes on Jenny's diet again. Damn woman was thin enough – he didn't want her slipping anything past her two keepers.

She wore a low-cut purple sweater that Director Shepard could never be seen in on official business. It wasn't until he glanced down at her feet that he realized she wasn't teetering in her usual heels. Pink socks encased her feet, a vivid pink that made him suspect there was a witty comment on the side, hidden by the jeans. A quick glance at the floor by the side of her desk confirmed the sneakers she had taken off.

"I would ask what you're doing here, but you practically live in the Navy Yard," she commented, raising an eyebrow and looking amused. "How about: take care when barging unannounced through doors belonging to armed agents if you don't plan on being shot."

"Again?" he added helpfully, closing the door gently behind him.

She grinned. "I exchange Christmas cards with various nurses at Bethesda. Your next hospital stay may not be very pleasant."

He made a mental note to insist Ducky be his primary care physician from now on and only be treated in Autopsy.

"Is there a reason you decided to visit?" Jenny asked, her eyes flicking to the ceiling.

He jerked his head towards the window. "Storm," he explained, glancing for a moment at the rain lashing the glass. He knew she'd understand; storms had always put her on edge and she didn't like to be alone during them.

She nodded curtly, her gaze flicking back to the ceiling again for a brief moment. No, not flicking. Looking…

"Something in the roof?" he questioned, perching on the edge of her desk to pull his boots off. She would kill him slowly and painfully (and invite Ziva to watch) if he put his boots on her desk, no question about it.

Sighing, she looked up again and patted a ceiling tile. "It's George."

He gave her a look of exasperation. "Did I not teach you how to get rid of a body?"

Jenny kicked him; he would have snorted with laughter at the sight of her pink socks against his red hoodie if he hadn't known she would kick him off her desk for it. "George is not dead," she informed him primly. "I think he's a rat."

"Ya think?" Now he was curious.

"There's… something between my ceiling tiles and the roof. I can hear it scuttling about, scratching and squeaking. My money's on a rat."

He nodded to himself. It made some sense, plus it explained why she seemed a little overprotective of… George. Women. Why did they have to think everything was fluffy and cute, and name the damn thing. It was a rodent. It spread disease.

"Didya tell Maintenance?" he checked,

"They can't reach him," she sighed. "Apparently my ceiling tiles are asbestos and cannot be removed." The concern must have shown on his face as she continued, "Don't worry – they've been assessed and they're perfectly safe as long as they aren't moved."

He rolled his eyes. "Why are you on the desk?" He couldn't be bothered to move from his current position; there was no need if he couldn't move the tiles and he had a lovely view of her butt.

This time she scowled. "My office has been having power fluctuations. There's a mass of cables above my office and I'm worried he's chewing them."

"Can't be," he replied. "We'd have a cooked mammal in the ceiling."

Their eyes caught and they began to giggle, at first shyly, and then they couldn't help themselves and their bodies shook with laughter. When they eventually calmed down and wiped the tears from their cheeks, it didn't take much to set them off again.

A crack of thunder sobered them both up, causing Jenny to jump. Gibbs reached out and placed a gentle hand on her arm, reminding her he was there. He cleared his throat softly, giving her time to relax a little.

"I may know a way to help," he offered.

She stared at him for a moment, trying to determine if he was being truthful. He rolled his eyes again and glared at her. He wasn't some bastard to get her hopes up and dash them completely. Surely she knew him better than this.

He could see on her face the moment she accepted his statement; she relaxed and her eyes began to twinkle. She stepped off her desk and easily landed on her feet on the plush carpet of her office, throwing him a flirtatious grin. Even so, her next action caught him off guard.

She kissed him full on the lips, lingering for one… two… three seconds before pulling back and smirking at the look of complete shock on his face.

"Well," she encouraged. "Show me your plan. Rescue George."

Gibbs found himself grinning back at her. He'd do anything for another kiss and she knew it.

It should have bothered him, but it didn't and he ignored the disquieting feeling it produced, choosing instead to lead her from her office with his hand on the small of her back, explaining his plan.