Sep 9
Cherish your friendships as you would your greatest treasures, for that is exactly what they are.
Gibbs stood in the doorway, unable to take his eyes away from the occupant of the office.
After a long day and an even longer night, Jenny had curled up on her couch to catch a few hours of sleep. Her heels rested on the floor, paper was scattered all over her desk and her coffee was going cold.
He had always enjoyed watching her sleep. She looked younger, more at peace. There was an innocence about her. Her breathing was soft and steady, more than capable of lulling him into the arms of Morpheus.
Instead, he chose to watch over her like a guardian angel. He grinned at the thought. She had once referred to him as an avenging angel, certainly not a protective one.
She stirred slightly and he froze, knowing his movement or lack of it wouldn't make a difference as to whether she woke up but not wanting to risk it either. She settled down after a moment and he breathed a sigh of relief. She needed all the sleep she could get.
Silently, he made his way into the room and opened one of the cabinets. Pulling out the blanket he knew was inside, he tiptoed to her side and placed it over her. He didn't want to her get cold and wake up too early. He knew she had been sleeping in her office for the past week, caught up in missions and dealing with politicians. What she really needed was a night in her own bed, but he didn't plan to tell her that.
Especially when the last time he had, she had glared at him and growled that she knew her limits.
He moved back to the door and continued to guard her. He would be gone before she woke, but he would protect her until then.