6. Shenanigans

J.J. Gibbs was playing Bond again, as one Anthony DiNozzo would say. He peered around the divider in the bullpen, a Nerf gun gripped tightly in his hands.

How his dad had gotten Jenny's approval to play dart tag at NCIS on their Saturday off was beyond him, but he suspected it probably involved kissing. Or, at least, that was usually how Jet got Jenny to agree to things. Kissing or no, the entirety of Team Gibbs was now at NCIS on a Saturday, kitted out in dart tag gear.

J.J. had claimed the right to captainship of one of the teams, being the youngest by a good 20 years, and had picked Jenny, Ziva, and McGee for his team, leaving Jet to work with Tony, Jimmy, and Abby. Ducky had stepped back from the picking, claiming that he was a little too old to be running about NCIS with a dart gun, and said he would remain as a referee.

His recon of the bullpen revealed no enemies, so he decided to move on to the staircase and perhaps Abby's lab. He passed McGee as he snuck past his father's desk, heading for the back stairs, and motioned for the agent to follow him. McGee and J.J. leapfrogged down the staircase, each going down a few steps at a time to cover the other. They both froze as a muffled 'thump' sounded in front of them. J.J. glanced at McGee and then charged, both firing darts as rapidly as the toy guns would go.

Tony appeared from around the corner after a moment, the majority of his front covered in darts. He held his hands up in surrender, allowing the gun in his hands to hang free. "Hm. Guess I still need to work on my ninja moves."

J.J. smirked and rolled his eyes in response, taking Tony's gun and extra darts before they moved on. McGee was about to cross in front of the doorway to Abby's lab when J.J. shot out a hand and grabbed the back of his belt, shaking his head. McGee glanced back at the boy, his brow furrowed in confusion, watching as J.J. pantomimed something.

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, shaking the hand loose and continuing on his way.

Shup!

One well placed shot from Gibbs, who laid prone on the lab's floor, the Nerf version of a sniper rifle gripped in his hands, incapacitated McGee. J.J. wisely used the ensuing chaos to sprint past the door, keeping McGee's body in front of him as a shield. He disappeared down the hall rapidly, leaving McGee behind to deal with his father.

"Ah, crap." McGee set his rifle down with a sigh, shaking his head. "Shoulda figured you'd be hiding there, Boss."

Gibbs merely smirked in reply, standing fluidly from his prone position. He took McGee's handheld gun, slinging the strap for his sniper rifle over one shoulder. "Anticipate, Tim. You gotta learn to anticipate." With that gem of Gibbs-dom and a wink, he slipped around his junior agent, heading off in the same direction as J.J.

Twenty minutes later, the remnants of the two teams convened in the bullpen, Jenny and Ziva carrying a victorious J.J. on their shoulders. Abby and Palmer had been taken out by Ziva within the first five minutes of the game, and with J.J. and McGee's knockout of Tony, Team Gibbs was down to one. Gibbs himself had been taken out by a rather skillful shot on Jenny's part after he had blindly followed J.J. into the trap set on the staircase between Abby's lab and the bullpen.

"How did you even…nevermind, I don't want to know where you learned that, Jake."

J.J. grinned, winking at Jet as he high-fived Jenny. "Learnt it from you, Dad."

"I…what?"

"You tol' me stairs were a good place to trap somebody." J.J. smirked imperceptibly, his eyes flashing with amusement.

Jet shrugged in response, setting his gun and vest down on his desk. "Whatever you say, Jake. C'mon, everyone, time to go home."

Two Days Later

"Director Shepard? I've got ah… Captain Rabb and Lt. Colonel MacKenzie from JAG, here to see you." Cynthia stuck her head in the door.

Jenny raised her eyebrows. "Captain Rabb? I…well, alright, send them in."

Captain Harmon Rabb, Jr. and Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie entered the office with polite nods to Cynthia, smiling at Jenny. Rabb moved first, stepping forward to give Jenny a hug. "Hey, Jenny. It's good to see you."

"Harm? Sarah?" Jenny embraced Rabb and then MacKenzie tightly, giving them both a wide grin. "God, it's been ages. How are you?"

Mac smiled, leaning against the conference table as she not so subtly crossed her arms, making sure to flash her left hand in Jenny's line of sight. "Oh, we're doing alright. Harm got promoted, as you can see."

"Ah, yes, I noticed. Captain Rabb, huh?" Jenny smirked, leaning over slightly to nudge Harm's shoulder. She froze about halfway there, her gaze focused on Mac's hand. "Sarah…is that what I think it is?"

Mac shrugged, barely concealing a wide smile. "I don't know, Jenny, what d'you think it is?"

Jenny gaped between the two for a few minutes. "You…her…ring…you're getting married?" She took Mac's wide smile as confirmation, lunging forward to hug the Marine tightly again. She took a step back after a moment, turning on Harm to whack him sharply in the shoulder. "It's about damn time!"

"Why is everyone saying that? Bud and Harriet wouldn't stop laughing about it when we told them, said it was about damn time we got together." Harm let out a small sigh. "I feel like I'm missing something."

Jenny rolled her eyes, motioning them both over to the couch. "Harm…look, I had you two pegged the first time you introduced me to Sarah, and I was dating you back then."

"Yeah, yeah…that seems to be what everyone's saying." Harm rolled his eyes back, settling onto the couch with Mac's hand twined with his. "Er…anyways, we were thinking, we'd like to invite you to the wedding. You've been a really great friend to both of us, and it'd mean a lot if you came."

Jenny moved around, getting drinks for the three of them before sitting. "Of course, I'd love to come! When are you getting married?"

Mac glanced over at Harm. "Well, see, that's kind of the problem. We've both been assigned posts on separate continents. I'm posted to San Diego, and Harm's supposed to go to London. We…well, we're still trying to decide what to do. We tried flipping a coin, but…well, apparently JAG is less than eager to lose one or both of us."

Jenny winced sympathetically. "Ah, I see. Well, SecNav is rather…well, I mean, he wouldn't have suggested you two for the positions if he didn't have faith in your abilities. I'm sure you'll be able t--"

The rest of her comment was cut off as the door to her office flew open, revealing J.J. standing there with a coffee cup gripped in his hands.

"Heya, Dad said to bring this up for you and to tell you he'd be here real late 'cause the case turned into a real Charlie Foxtrot, but I don' think I was sposta hear that last bit. What's Charlie Foxtrot…oh. I didn't know you had visitors. Sorry."

Mac very nearly choked on her drink at the mention of the vulgar military term out of the boy's mouth. She spluttered for a moment, hunched over laughing.

J.J. tilted his head inquisitively, frowning at Jenny. "What? Who's that?"

Jenny bit back a laugh, standing up and walking over to retrieve the coffee from him. "Thanks, Jake. This is Captain Harmon Rabb and Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, or Harm and Sarah. They're good friends of mine. Harm, Sarah, meet Jake."

J.J. promptly snapped to attention, touching his fingers to his forehead in a salute. "Pleased to meet you, sir, ma'am."

Harm hid a smile as he stood, nodding to J.J. "At ease, bud. Nice to meet you, Jake. You can call me Harm, no need to call me sir."

Mac had gained control of her laughter, standing to give J.J. a short salute back. "And you can call me Mac, Jake. No need for the ma'am."

J.J. shook their hands politely, ducking his head as Jenny mussed up his hair. "Er…you can call me J.J., then, if you want." He glanced up at Jenny again. "Abby said I could help out with the b'listics exam. Can I?"

"Did you ask your dad?"

"He said I had to ask you, he was goin' after a lead with Tim 'n Zee."

Jenny frowned for a minute, then sighed and nodded. "Alright, go."

J.J.'s face creased in a wide grin as he spun on the spot, yelling over his shoulder as he took off towards the elevator. "Bye! Nice to meet ya, Harm, Mac!"

Jenny took a sip of coffee as she turned back to her friends, raising her eyebrows at the looks they gave her. "What?"

"You never told me you had a kid." Mac decided to start the interrogation, leaving Harm to work as backup.

"What? Oh, no, Jake's not my son, he's just…oh, stop it, you two, I haven't been hiding a son from you, I promise." Jenny rolled her eyes at the mock wounded look Harm threw her way. "Harm…seriously, that look didn't work back then, what makes you think it'll work now? Jake's the son of one of my agents."

Mac raised her eyebrow. "And you make it a habit now to have the children of your agents bring you coffee?"

"I…no, just Jake, but that's not…" Jenny sighed, running a hand over her face. "Honestly, you two are blowing this out of proportion."

"Who's his dad? Obviously someone you know well, if he's comfortable enough asking you for permission to do things." Harm leaned against the conference table, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Don't you think, Mac?"

"Okay, alright, fine. Remind me never to end up on the wrong side of your court cases." Jenny held her hands up in a placating manner. "Jake is Agent Gibbs' son."

"Wait…Agent Gibbs as in the agent who accused me of murder Agent Gibbs?" Harm sat forward slightly, staring at Jenny.

"Well, I wouldn't know, I was stationed in Europe at the time, but I would assume we're talking about the same person. Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs?"

"Yeah, that's him. I didn't know he had a son." Mac tilted her head to the side.

"It's…complicated, but, Jethro is Jake's dad, for all intents and purposes."

"That's a deflection if I ever heard one, Jenny." Mac smiled, shaking her head slightly. "So…I'm assuming there's something between you and Gibbs, if his son's comfortable enough to barge into your office and bring you coffee."

Jenny rolled her eyes, leaning back against her desk with a sigh. "We're good friends, have been for a while now." She shook her head at the look that passed between Harm and Mac. "That's all I'm going to say on the matter, so you might as well drop it."

"Alright, alright, whatever, Red." Harm grinned cheekily, winking at Jenny. "So you'll be able to come to the wedding? Agent Gibbs can come as your escort, if you want." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, ducking the irritated swipe Jenny made at his head. "Kidding, sorry."

She rolled her eyes in response, shaking her head. "Can't see why you're marrying this goofball, Mac, but I'll be there."

Both women laughed at the wounded look that flashed across Harm's face. Mac kissed his cheek lightly, patting his arm. "Ah, that's why I love him, 'cause he's such a big goofball."

Jenny smirked. "Come on, I'll walk you two out."

After walking Harm and Mac to the elevator, she turned back towards the bullpen, where she encountered the whirlwind known as J.J. Gibbs. He ran headlong into her legs, glancing up once he stopped moving. "Oh. Hey, Jenny. Dad's back. He's with Ducky, I think he broke somthin'."

"What do you mean, broke something?" Jenny stared at J.J.

McGee appeared from the back entrance to the bullpen, the sleeve to his normally immaculate shirt torn, with a bandage on his arm. He also sported a rather livid bruise on his forehead and a cut lip. "Erm, Gibbs may have, uh…Ducky thinks he might've broken his arm, chasing after the suspect. He uh…fell, down a fire escape. Er…ma'am."

"He what?"

"Fell down a fire escape, ma'am. Or…well, more like, part of a fire escape." The probationary agent backtracked hurriedly at the look on Jenny's face. "Really, he's alright, ma'am, it was only a flight of stairs." McGee realized belatedly that he hadn't made the best choice in words as Jenny paled, already headed for the elevator. J.J. glanced over at Tim, shrugged, and then sprinted off after Jenny.

"M' f'ne, Duck, y' don' have to…OW, damn it! Stop that!" Jethro's tired voice rose to a yell as Jenny and J.J. entered autopsy, prompting Jenny to hurry forward to his side.

"How is he, Ducky?"

"Well, Jethro seemed to think it was a good idea to take a tumble down a fire escape. His arm isn't broken, as I previously thought, just badly bruised, though it does sound like he has a few cracked ribs, if his protests are anything to go by. He'll have a rather fetching bruise on his face for a while, and he's got a cut across the bridge of his nose, but other than that, he is quite the picture of health." The medical examiner was shutting his bag as he spoke, darting a hand out to hold Gibbs down when he made to get up.

"Ducky, I'm fine, let me up, will ya?" Jet winced as he shoved Ducky's arm away, swinging his legs around to sit up. "Where's my damn shirt?"

J.J. frowned, holding up what looked to be the remnants to a blue polo shirt. "Um…it's here, Dad, but…I don' think it'll help much as a shirt, really."

The 'whoosh' of the autopsy doors heralded the arrival of another person. "Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs! Timmy said you got hurt and…whoa, Gibbsman, talk about built! I mean, I always knew you were strong, 'cause there was that one time you dove on top of me 'cause someone shot up the lab and you were really heavy, and most of a person's weight is made up of their muscle mass, but I never knew you were that ripped…" Abby trailed off as Jenny turned around, raising her eyebrows. "Oh, sorry, Director, I didn't see you there."

J.J. burst out laughing, throwing an amused glance at Jet. "Your gym shirt is upstairs, Dad, I can go get that."

Gibbs winced at the thought of trying to get a t-shirt on. "Eh…tell ya what, Jake, go upstairs and get my dress shirt instead. I'm not sure I can handle a t-shirt right now." J.J. nodded and took off, heading into the elevator before Jet could finish his sentence.

Abby clumped forward in her combat boots, carefully engulfing Gibbs in a gentle hug. She stepped back after a moment, a cheesy grin on her face as she reached down, playfully rapping a fist against his abdomen. "Seriously, Gibbs, you're ripped!"

"Well, he practically mainlines caffeine, Abs, and only eats when he remembers, so it would make sense that he never gains any weight." Jenny laughed quietly as she leaned against an empty table, folding her arms.

Abby grinned, clumping over to sit on the table next to Jenny. "Whoa, Gibbs, that's a huge scar on your side. Where'd you get that?"

Jenny's lips twitched in a smirk. "That? He got that in Positano."

"Jen…" His voice lowered to a warning growl.

"Wait…is that why Tony said he heard you teasing Gibbs about 'having no stamina'? He mentioned something about Italy."

"JEN!" Gibbs looked embarrassed, his eyes flashing brightly. "What the hell?"

She merely shrugged and held her hands up. "Not my fault DiNozzo lives up to his name."

"Gibbs, c'mon, we could totally see the UST between you guys when the Director started here. Investigators, remember?" Abby scoffed at Jethro's irritated look, rolling her eyes.

J.J. re-appeared with a shirt in hand, whistling a nonsensical tune softly as he walked in. "Here's your shirt, Dad."

Jet took the shirt and struggled into it, sucking in a breath as the movement irritated his ribs. "Thanks, bud." He ignored Jenny's pointed glare, hopping down from the exam table as he buttoned up the shirt gingerly, making sure not to jar his abdomen. "C'mon. I've got a report to write, then we can head home."

"Huh uh." Jenny shook her head. "Duck can drive you home to get some rest and painkillers, and Jake can stay here with me. We'll drop by later with dinner so you can get some proper rest."

"Jen…"

"Don't start. This is an order, Agent Gibbs, and I expect you to follow it." Her tone brooked no argument. Ducky was already gingerly shunting Gibbs out of the room, silencing the protests coming from the special agent.

The sound of muffled snores issued from the living room of the Gibbs residence as J.J. and Jenny slipped in the front door. They walked into the room to see Jet sound asleep in the recliner, his mouth hanging open.

Jenny smiled, reaching forward to gently shake his shoulder. "Jethro…Jethro, wake up." She frowned as he slept on, oblivious to her efforts. "Jethro, wake up."

J.J. muffled a chuckle as his father slept on, giving only a rasping snore in response to Jenny's repeated efforts to rouse him. "Here, lemme do it."

"Don't see how you'll fare any better, but, suit yourself." She stepped back with a shrug.

He smirked, stepping up close to the head of the chair, where he lowered his face to his father's ear, whispering something Jenny couldn't quite make out. Jet's eyes snapped open and he shot up, turning a sharp glare on Jenny once he woke.

Gibbs quickly stood, ignoring Jenny's comment as he hurried over to the basement door, which he opened, sticking his head in to check something. He emerged a moment later looking relieved, raising his eyebrows at Jake. "Burnin' my boat, hm?"

Jenny glanced over at J.J., confused. He smirked slightly, giving an enigmatic shrug. "Rule Seven."

"Wait…what? What did you say to wake him up?"

The smirk widened. "Tol' him you were gonna burn his boat if he didn't get up."

"What?" Jenny gaped at J.J. "You told him…I…Jethro, I wasn't going to, honest."

Jet chuckled softly, walking over to slip his arms around her waist. "I know, Jen, I kinda figured, seeing as my boat's still there."

"I…but, why?"

"It's the easiest way to wake Dad up. Always has been. I 'member one time, Mu—"J.J. abruptly stopped in the middle of his sentence, his eyes flashing sadly.

"Sarah and Jake were spending the weekend here, they were trying to wake me up. Sar came running into my room yelling about the boat being on fire, said it was the fastest she'd ever seen me move. 'Course, the boat was fine, she was trying to get me out of bed, but…" Jet had picked up where Jake left off, smiling a little sadly. "Well…threats to the boat are always good convincers for me."

"I'll have to take note of that for the next time you piss off one of the sister agencies, Jethro." Jenny's green eyes flashed in amusement as she reached out, gently pushing the two into the kitchen. "Come on, let's eat. I'm starving."

"Jen…I'm not going undercover in a sex club."

Jenny let out a rather undignified snort of laughter, attempting to disguise it as a bout of coughing. "You aren't." She glanced up at him, amending her statement after his glare. "Well…it's not a sex club, Jethro, it's more of a…fetish club, I suppose. Abby's been a few times."

His eyes flashed in alarm. "WHAT?"

She winced, realizing rather belatedly that that hadn't been the best excuse to give him. "It's harmless, Jethro, really. Besides, it's not just you; Tony and McGee will be with you. We're trying to lure out the killer. Don't you want that?"

"Jen…it's not…of course I wanna catch this dirtbag, but…oh, come on, it's a fetish club! We're going to spend the entire night getting hit on, and you're completely fine with that so long as we catch this psycho?"

Jenny leaned back against her desk, folding her arms across her chest. "I can make this an order, Agent Gibbs, or you can do this voluntarily." She stepped forward, invading his personal space when his eyes flashed, silencing his protest with a finger. "And I'd advise you to follow orders here, Jethro, or you'll end up extremely unsatisfied this weekend."

Gibbs bit back a groan at the suggestive tone of her voice, backing down in a heartbeat. Arguing with Jen was fun and all, but not when she threatened with things like that. "Fine, Jen, I'll do it."

Instantly she was all smiles again, moving back out of his space and leaning against her desk. "Excellent. We'll go ahead and get you all dressed for it, then."

Gibbs muttered something vague under his breath and sat down in one of her chairs to wait as she called the team and Abby up to her office, the full implications of her statement not hitting until Abby clunked in the room with a giant box of costumes. "Wait a minute…dressed?"

"Gibbs…we really gotta catch you up on the times. The Toxic Tango is a dress-and-play club. You come dressed up in the theme for the week, and you play." Abby patted his face patronizingly, already rifling through her box of clothes as Jenny filled Tony and McGee in. "This week's theme is Hollywood Blockbusters! So, Director, what are we dressing them as?"

Jenny turned away from her quiet conversation with Ziva, eyeing all three men rather critically. "Hm…"

Ziva circled Tony, looking him up and down with her head tilted to the side inquisitively. "I think Tony would work as a good James Bond, yes?"

Jenny frowned in response, tilting her head slightly. "Hm…Yeah, he kinda looks like the latest one...not Daniel Craig…Peirce Brosnan, that was his name. Okay, so, DiNozzo's set. Abby, get him prepped."

Tony was hauled over to one of the couches by an energetic Abby, while Jenny and Ziva regarded Gibbs and McGee. Jenny spoke up after a minute, glancing at Tim. "McGee could make a good Sam Spade, don't you think? Remember, we saw him in The Maltese Falcon in Cairo that one weekend?"

Ziva tapped a finger against her lip in thought, nodding after a moment. "Okay, that is Tony and McGee all set, what about Gibbs?"

Abby was rummaging around in her box behind Gibbs, throwing a battered brown Fedora up, which landed precisely on Jethro's head.

"I have it! I mean, I know who Gibbs should dress as." Ziva gave a triumphant shout, stopping Abby's frantic searching.

"Who, Ziva?"

"I do not remember his name exactly…it was a state or something, but he went on these adventures all over the world. He carried a bullwhip, and he always wore a fedora…his last name was Jones, I believe. Remember, it was the first American movie you took me to, said nobody had lived until they saw it…what was his name…" She frowned, pinching the bridge of her nose in thought.

"Indiana Jones?" Jenny narrowed her eyes at Gibbs, as if she were trying to imagine him dressed as the action hero. "I like it, that works."

The three agents stood in her office ten minutes later in full costume. Tony wore a neatly pressed tuxedo, his usual SIG replaced by a Walther PPK as Bond's trademark look, and Abby had done something to his hair, slicking it into some special hairdo. McGee wore a black pinstriped suit and hat, with his gun hidden by a shoulder holster, looking like the suave, Humphrey Bogart version of Sam Spade.

Gibbs had taken a little more work, with Abby casting about for quite a few things for his outfit, namely a large bullwhip, which he pointedly avoided asking about. He was now dressed in a cream-colored work shirt, brown trousers, and a brown leather bomber jacket, with an old-fashioned holster at his waist holding a Colt 45 revolver, to 'stay in character', as Abby had put it. She looped the bullwhip on his belt and set the battered brown fedora on his head, taking a few steps back to look them over.

Jenny circled them once, grabbing a small canvas satchel out of Abby's box, slipping it over Jethro's shoulder and stepping back once more to survey. "There, perfect."

"I look like an idiot."

Abby and Jenny burst out laughing at Gibbs' petulant remark. Ziva's lips twitched in a smile, and she walked over to pat her boss' shoulder gently. "I do not think you look like an idiot, Gibbs."

"Oh, come on, Jethro, you look fine. Stop whining."

He subsided with a muffled grumble, leaning back against the conference table. "What do we have to do?"

"You'll enter the club separately, staggered about five minutes apart, with Ziva, Abby, and I watching through MTAC as backup. Our killer seems to have made it a habit to go after the older ones, so Tony and McGee will keep an eye on you. She's been slipping something in their drinks, so we'll keep watch until she buys you a drink and then we'll move in."

"Whoa…you never said anything about me being the bait, Jen." Gibbs looked a little nervous.

"Hm. Must've slipped my mind."

"Jen…come on, last time we did this, last time I played bait…it didn't end well."

She scoffed, patting his shoulder patronizingly. "Oh, come on, just because Burley wouldn't stop teasing you doesn't mean it didn't end well, we caught the suspect."

"You only caught her after she…she…" He shifted unconsciously, crossing his legs uncomfortably.

"She what, Gibbsman?" Abby had been following the argument with interest, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Jenny's eyes widened as she remembered. "Oh…I'd forgotten about that." She gave a sympathetic wince. "There's been no sign of…that on any of the victims' autopsies, I hardly doubt this perp will do the same. And it wasn't all that bad, Jethro, just a little wax."

Gibbs flinched visibly, subconsciously covering himself. "A little….a little wax? I couldn't walk properly for a week after that!"

Tony and McGee winced horribly, shifting to protect themselves. "Ouch, geez, Boss, that sounds awful. Er…maybe we shouldn't do this, huh?"

"Jethro, can you hear me?"

He let out a muffled grumble into his drink in response to Jenny's query through the earwig, turning around and leaning against the bar to survey the crowd, a motley assortment of movie characters dancing and drinking in the half-light. He met Tony's gaze across the room, and McGee leaned against the corner of the bar, both of his agents keeping a wary eye on the women who approached him. So far, he had garnered looks from Princess Leia and Lara Croft, but neither had offered him a drink.

"Well, well, well…Henry Jones, Junior." Jethro's survey of the room was interrupted as a curly haired brunette stepped up in front of him, her head tilted coquettishly. The gauzy white dress she wore was faintly reminiscent of Marion Ravenwood, and she leaned closer, making sure to brush up against him. "What are the chances I'd be meeting you here tonight?"

"Well, I dunno, Bright Eyes, we're both here, aren't we?" He tipped his hat to her with a roughish grin and a wink, slouching against the bar. "I'd say chances are lookin' pretty good."

"Fancy a little dance, Indy?" Marion leaned forward, tracing a manicured finger down his torso as she stole his drink, throwing it back in one gulp.

"Well, now that you've stolen my drink, I suppose I have to, hm?" Gibbs allowed himself to be pulled onto the dance floor, slipping his arms around the woman's waist.

They danced together for a few songs before Marion hooked her fingers in his belt loops, pulling him close to lean up and whisper in his ear. "I'm thirsty, Jones. Let's go get a drink."

"Whatever you say, Bright Eyes." He followed her obediently back to the bar, giving her a boyish grin when she turned back to look at him.

"What'll it be, Dr. Jones?" Marion gave him a sultry smile, tracing another manicured hand down his torso.

"Hey, I'll take anything you're havin', beautiful." He winked, leaning against the bar next to her. "Surprise me."

Marion smiled, turning her back to signal the bartender, and Jethro looked up, catching McGee's eye.

"Just a minute longer, Jethro, we need to catch her in the act. Wait 'til she gives you the drink."

Marion turned back to him with a wide smile, holding out a glass of scotch. "Here, handsome." She slipped onto the bar stool next to him, taking care to brush her chest against his arm.

McGee had moved as soon as she handed Gibbs the drink, leaving his corner post at the bar to walk up behind her. "Excuse me, miss?"

Marion blinked, turning around to face him. "What's up, Spadey?"

Tony had appeared by then, boxing her in by leaning against the bar on her other side. "You're under arrest for the murders of Gunnery Sergeant Eddie Braun and Staff Sergeant James Flynn."

Marion pouted coquettishly, turning to Jethro with a simpering look. "You're not going to let them do this to me, are you, Indy? Please, will you save me?"

Gibbs ignored her, motioning to McGee. "Cuff her." He reached over and grabbed her handbag, pulling out an empty vial. "Fixed my drink, huh? Guess we can add attempted murder of a Federal Agent to the charges. Get her outta here."

McGee had her cuffed and headed for the exit to the club, while Tony slipped the empty vial and Gibbs' untouched drink into evidence bags. "We got her, Boss."

By the time the three men had arrived back at NCIS and detained the suspect, their street clothes had inexplicably disappeared, forcing them to drive home in costume.

Jenny walked around and pinned Jethro against the Dodge in his driveway, pressing a heated kiss to his lips, pulling back with a grin after a long moment. "You know…J.J.'s staying over at Zach's tonight, we've got the house to ourselves." She slowly undid the first few buttons of his Indy shirt, teasing the skin on his chest with her nails. "I figured I'd reward you, for playing along so nicely today."

"Oh, really?" He followed her into the house, silencing Gambit with a bowl of dog food out on the back deck before he met her at the base of the stairs. "I did play nice, didn't I?"

Jenny gently pushed the leather jacket off of his shoulders and removed the empty holster from his belt, slipping three thin fingers under his waistband. "Oh, yes, you played very nice." She tilted the fedora back a little to kiss him again, maintaining the connection as she led him up stairs and into the bedroom.

Jethro rolled onto his back a while later, collapsing back onto the pillows with a long sigh. "Damn, Jen."

She curled up on her side, pillowing her head against his chest. "Hm?"

He flicked his finger against the fedora lying discarded on the bed next to her shoulder, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. "Hell, Jen, if you had an Indiana Jones fetish, all ya had to do was tell me."

Jenny lifted up her head, scowling at him for a minute before relenting with a sigh, laying her head against his chest again. He smirked, running his fingers up and down her spine. "So you'll reward me like this if I stop pissing off your sister agencies?"

"Mm...I suppose that seems like a fair trade." She shifted up to kiss his jawline, moving to straddle his torso.

He reached over to grab the fedora, settling it on his head as he gripped her waist, a mischievous grin on his lips. "So…about that Indy fetish…"

Jenny burst out laughing, leaning forward to hit his chest sharply. "Oh, just shut up and kiss me, you big dope."

Jet grinned wider and upset her weight, flipping them over. He lowered his mouth to hers, murmuring softly against her lips.

"Whatever you say, beautiful."

A/n: There you go, Chapter 6! I think this is more of a filler chapter than anything else.

Question: Shall I start fast-forwarding now? I figured I'd jump like 6 months ahead, closer to J.J.'s 6th birthday, and I've got a little surprise planned right about then.

Review, tell me what you think!

-meg