Later that evening Stella came out of the bathroom getting ready for her date with Mac. Standing in front of the closet she reached for a pair of black trousers and her favourite pink top. She put the clothes on and took a look in the mirror for the result. Suddenly she heard a knock on her door.

"C'mon in, Jordan." Stella invited.

Jordan took a peek around the door and put on her best pouty face.

"No way Bonasera, that's not working!" She shrieked.

"Excuse me?" Stella dazed. "It's one of Mac's favourites."

"That might be Sweet chicks, but that's our Working Mac, tonight you are on a date with sinister Mac." Jordan blinked. "And that isn't hot enough." Jordan stated.

"Jordan, this is Mac we're talking about." Stella griped.

"Exactly! With you looking like that Mac is gonna think of you as his working partner, and he'll feel like your boss again." Jordan laughed. "And you definitely want to be with a casual Mac tonight." She blurted on. "Let's see what else is in your closet."

Jordan went over and opened the closet door.

"Okay, I got the message." Stella admitted.

"What have you got in mind?" Stella said in surprise.

"How long have we got?" Jordan asked as she reached for Stella's watch to look at the time.

"About called a cab for in about an hour." Stella gasped.

"Well we'd better hurry then, you undress and I'll pick something hot out for you." Jordan giggled.

Stella undressed while Jordan too out a beautiful deep blue low cut summer dress. That would look awesome on Stella, Jordan thought. She handed the dress over and went looking for a pair of matching shoes. When she got back Stella was disapproving the outfit in the mirror.

"Jordan, this dress too much and it isn't quite warm enough outside." She moaned. But Jordan was not about to give in yet.

"So, don't you have a matching wrap or something?"

"Top drawer."

Jordan went to the top drawer and handed Stella a beautiful light silk shawl to go with the dress. "Perfect Stell." Jordan complimented.

"I don't know Jordan, isn't this a bit too formal?"

"I tell you Stella, it's not too formal and not that casual as the black trousers." Jordan protested.

"How about this one?" Stella reached for a very flowery dress with half long sleeves.

Jordan let herself fall back to the bed.

"Jeez Stell, we're not living in the fifties anymore."

"Hey, don't judge my taste in clothes." Stella said when she threw the dress on the top of Jordan.

Jordan got up, lay the dress on the bed and reached for a black white dotted dress that she held up in front of her.

"Well, with this one you look like a Dalmatian." Jordan giggled.

"What were you thinking when you bought it, girl?" she rolled her eyes.

In return Stella stuck out her tongue, took the dress from Jordan and threw it with the other on the bed. She ten reached out for a black dress and showed it to Jordan.

"Too formal." Jordan whined.

"Oh, I've had it. Give me that blue dress." Stella gave in.

A satisfied Jordan jumped off the bed and handed Stella her dress and left for the living room.

"Just leave the dressed, I'll clean up later." Jordan offered.

Fifteen minutes later Stella came out of the bed room wearing the clothes Jordan had picked out for her. She escorted Stella to the front door, handed her a night bag and got a questionably look from Stella. Jordan sniggered, gave Stella a quick peck on her cheek and pushed her out of the door. Suddenly the door opened again and Jordan came running after Stella.

"Wait up Stell, you forgot something here." Jordan breathed for air.

"What?" Stella was startled.

"These." Jordan handed her a pack of condoms.

"We don't want history to repeat itself, right? Mac will have his hands full with this little one first." Jordan rubbed her belly and turned to back inside. "Have a great night Stella, see you tomorrow." Jordan shouted and closed the door, leaving a stunned Stella in the hallway.

"Kicked out of my own apartment." She mumbled and left for her taxi.

***

Gibbs stepped out of the cab he had called for and checked the address of the building that he was facing now. He figured he had waited long enough and wanted some answers from Jordan. He threw away the empty coffee cup, opened the door and headed for the elevator that took him to the 3rd floor. Then he rang the doorbell.

"Did you forget anything Stella?" Jordan opened the door. Gibbs turned toward Jordan who looked spooked.

"You okay, Jordan?" He asked slightly worried.

"Uh… yes." Jordan assured. "I just wasn't expecting you."

"You said later, this is later Jordan." Gibbs stayed calm as he stared at Jordan.

"You know, that glare won't work on me." Jordan opened the door for Gibbs. "But do come in." She walked toward the living room, Gibbs followed.

"Can I get you something?" Jordan offered.

"Coffee, Bourbon? Oh no Bourbon, that's what got us in this mess to start with." Jordan babbled and left for the kitchen to start the coffee machine.

Gibbs was on her tail. She reached for the coffee box and when she turned she bumped literally in to Gibbs. The box fell, spilling the coffee all over the floor.

"Jordan…" Gibbs started.

"Gibbs, I need to clean this up first." Jordan kneeled and started sweeping the coffee together. Gibbs knelt down as well and clutched Jordan's arm.

"Jordan hold on, let me help you." Gibbs offered.

Jordan stood up and walked back to the living room where she sat down on the couch staring out through the window. Five minutes later Gibbs had joined her.

"Jordan…" He tried again. "Why are you really in New York and don't give that crap about needing a change of scenery again." He advised. Jordan kept quiet.

"You told me how much you loved that job, there's no way in hell that you gave it up." Gibbs almost shouted.

"Well I loved it so much that it got me fired." Jordan shot back. She almost added 'and knocked up' when she realized what she was yelling for. "I blew it Gibbs…" Jordan calmed down.

"You regret it?" Gibbs asked out of the blue.

"What?" Jordan asked surprised. "That it happened." Gibbs explained. Jordan nodded no.

"We both needed it at the time." Gibbs nodded in agreement.

"I just regret that you left in the middle of the night." Jordan looked up.

"Gibbs, I had a job to get back to."

"I know, but you don't now." Gibbs said.

"Mac wouldn't fire me; he more likely would kill me." Gibbs felt like Jordan suppressed something, but decided he had put her through enough tonight.

"So, how about that Bourbon?" He asked instead.

"Sure, I'll get you some." Jordan stood up and went for the cabinet.

"Join me?"

"I'll have a just a soda, besides that's what got us-"

"Ok, ok, I get the picture here." Gibbs interrupted with a laugh. Jordan poured Gibbs a glass of Bourbon and handed him the drink.

"Nice apartment." Gibbs complimented while he turned on the TV.

"Not mine though." Jordan confessed. "It's Stella's." "I still need to find one of my own." Jordan took a sip of her soda and sat down next to Gibbs.

"That's why I saw Stella leave." Gibbs commented.

"You saw Stella?" That had gotten Jordan's attention.

"You talked to her?" Jordan asked nicely.

"No, only said I saw her." Gibbs replied.

"Ok, wanna watch this movie?" Jordan had a sudden interest in the TV guide.

"Sure." Gibbs kicked off his shoes and put them on the coffee table.

"Mind if I snuggle in to you?" Jordan enquired. Gibbs gave her his famous glare. "As friends you nutter." She joked.

"Sure." Jordan made herself commutable against Gibbs' chest.

Half way through the movie Gibbs noticed that Jordan had dozed off to sleep. He got up, searched for a blanket and covered Jordan with it. Because he didn't want to overstep his boundaries this he kissed Jordan softly on her forehead.

"Night Angel." He whispered soft.

Jordan snuggled in to her blanket and mumbled, "Night Probie." Jordan mumbled in her sleep.