Jan 31
Diplomacy is a continuation of war by other means.
Zhou En Lai (1898 - 1976)
Jennifer Shepard winced as her precious office door was thrown open and the hinges protested. Cynthia's plaintive cries were ignored as the newcomer slammed the door shut and locked it with an air of arrogance. Nothing new there then.
"You wanted to see me, Madame Director?"
Briefly, she wondered if it was perhaps worth it to just set time aside solely for dealing with Jethro's latest stunt. Sometime after 5 so that she could have a very long drink afterwards. It would make things a lot easier on her. Except Jethro would ignore the appointments in a childish method of undermining her authority. She resisted the urge to sigh. She may have more underhanded ways of controlling him, but he really knew how to push her buttons.
"There's a rumor going around that you assaulted a Metro cop," she informed him. "Please tell me it isn't true."
Judging by the wide grin on Jethro's face, she suspected trouble. "Broke his nose," he told her proudly.
She stood up and walked around the desk so they could go toe-to-toe. "Tell me there was a good reason."
"He disturbed my crime scene! Either I punched him or Ducky provided a free autopsy."
Privately, she thought she would have preferred the latter. SecNav would not have believed it and therefore would not be calling every hour to rant. "There are other options," she reminded him. "Diplomatic options."
He snorted in disgust.
She grinned widely. "Have you ever arrested a Metro cop for desecrating a corpse?"