The first female director of a federal agency woke to find she was not alone in her house. She was curled up on the couch in her study and camping out on the floor of said study was her Mossad liaison officer and her lab tech; Ziva David and Abby Sciuto. Suddenly the memories of the night before came rushing back to her and she was pretty sure she must have gotten drunk at one point or she wouldn't have called Abby and Ziva. At least she was pretty sure that's what had happened.
Sighing, Jenny slipped off of the couch and headed over to the liquor cabinet. Her first choice had been to grab a bottle of bourbon but she stubbornly switched it out for Scotch. She was not going to drink bourbon, the taste she had acquired from Gibbs, the reason behind her drinking.
"Jenny?" Abby yawned standing up. She was thoroughly exhausted. Staying up for three and a half hours later than usual with her boss was not something she particularly liked. It wasn't even the event itself so much as the reason behind it. She'd been the one to suggest that Jenny go and talk with Gibbs and the end result had been this whole debacle.
"Go back to sleep, Abby it's 0500, there's still an hour until we have to get ready for work." Jenny's voice was hoarse and her eyes were still red. Abby noticed this and decided to disobey the order. "I'm not tired." She lied despite the fact her yawn had proven otherwise. The redhead couldn't help but smile. "You're so damn stubborn." She muttered shaking her head and throwing back another glass of Scotch.
The Goth's eyebrows creased in a frown line as she stepped closer and closed her hand of Jenny's, preventing the older woman from throwing back yet another glass.
"Abby," Jenny began, shaking her head slightly as she reached for another glass.
Seeing the solution to this problem, Abby snatched the bottle of scotch and placed it back in the liquor cabinet. She locked it and grinned triumphantly to herself before turning back to Jenny, the key held up visibly in her hand.
"I don't remember it having a lock." The redhead frowned wondering just how bad of a hangover she must have or rather how drunk she had gotten last night.
"Ziva." Abby smirked and shrugged as if that explained it all, which it did. Abby had gotten Ziva to slip on the lock because it was getting kind of out of hand, the drinking.
"Did someone call my name, yes?" Ziva asked sitting up. She looked at Abby, raising her eyebrow and laughed quietly.
"Bed-head?" Abby asked gesturing to herself.
Now that Jenny came to notice it, Abby definitely had bed-head and it was kind amusing, OK not so much amusing as hilarious to be quite honest.
Both of the younger women were relieved when the Director started to laugh.
Using this as a cover, Abby tossed the key to Ziva who pocketed it with a nod.
Together they spent the next hour getting ready for work. Jenny dressed in one of her usual skirt suits. Ziva dressed in black slacks and a green shirt while Abby pulled her hair into it's usual pigtails and dressed in a skirt and one of her usual cutesy skull t-shirts.
Finding they had nothing better to do, they all climbed into their respective cars and headed for work.
A/N: A boring, uneventful but necessary, third chapter.
I am more inclined to update sooner and with better content that this chapter if some people such as my readers were just as inclined to hit the review button. Who nows? Maybe I'll have them get together only to be torn apart…how this goes depends on my mood. Which in turns depends on how many reviews I get…