AN1: This one is back toward the beginning, right before Jenny and Gibbs start sleeping together.
AN2: I own nothing.
AN3: I'm writing because I am confined to my couch after several fits of stupidity. Suggestions to others: don't fall down a concrete flight of stairs and stretch before you throw a baseball as hard as you can to see where it registers on the radar gun. It will save your back and shoulder.
199?
It was a regular week and Kate was making her regular trip to the bar in Georgetown. In fact, her week had been far too "regular." The Secret Service was supposed to be exciting. What do they advertise? "Building on a Tradition of Excellence and Meeting the Challenges of the Future." Ha! They left out the part where she'd be subject to spending her days with the most dull coworkers imaginable. Kate wondered where that tradition of excellence went. And to look to the future would require having agents who still think it's the 1950s. She hoped Jenny could change her mood. Maybe she'll be pissed at her boss again and we can go burn his boat, Kate thought.
Once again Jenny had beaten her to the bar and was knee deep in her drink. Kate walked up and sat down next to her. "What is it this time?"
"Today was the annual sexual harassment seminar. All agents not working active cases must attend." Jenny rolled her eyes.
"You mean they actually train those guys how to harass? Considering what I deal with every day, it would make sense."
"Well my boss doesn't particular like these things. I can't imagine why," Jenny added sarcastically.
"He said he wanted to shoot himself and would do anything to get out of it. So I decided to get him sent to the principal's office."
Kate gave her a questioning look.
"The director. He's getting kind of sick of having, well, any member of my team in his office. And he's the one who made the seminar mandatory. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone."
"Ok. So what did you do?" Kate knew that what ever she could think of that Jenny might have done, it was definitely something worse.
Jenny got a glimmer in her eye. "Well, I started by engaging in what could be considered sexual harassment while the lady from DOD was talking."
"And he didn't enjoy that?"
"I was doing it to Decker. And I decided to see how far I could go before he felt the need to... intervene."
Kate could picture how well that went. "Let me guess, he lasted all of five minutes."
"Not even," Jenny said proudly. "After about 30 seconds, Decker got head slapped so hard, he probably has a concussion from it. The DOD lady told him to go see the director and that he'd have to complete the seminar at a future time. The boss had such a murderous look on his face, I couldn't help but laugh."
"And he didn't shoot you for making him have to take the seminar again," Kate looked genuinely concerned for Jenny's well being.
"Don't worry, Agent Todd. I was a consummate professional regarding the matter."
Kate took a moment to marvel how Jenny could pull off "sardonically pompous" after consuming so much alcohol.
"I apologized to the DOD lady on his behalf and suggested that, rather than he re-take the seminar, I just take notes for him. The DOD lady seemed very grateful not to have to deal with him again," Jenny said innocently.
Kate laughed. "So what did you actually do?"
"Do you doubt me? I took excellent notes... a very, very detailed account of what we shouldn't be doing to, I mean, with each other," Jenny paused and smirked. "And left them on his desk," she finished.
Kate just shook her head. Maybe NCIS was the agency built on a tradition of doing whatever the hell we want, so long as we get things done. That was far more interesting than the Secret Service.
2004
"You mean they actually train you guys how to harass?" Kate thought about how her comments about the sexual harassment seminar echoed her words to Jenny from years ago. Then she had a spark of recognition as she realized she knew exactly why Gibbs wanted to shoot himself during these things. And she was as grateful as any of them when that case came in.