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"I've knocked in too many doors to be polite." Jethro announced with a smirk as he made his way into my study.
I had just arrived home from Paris. I knew that even at such a late hour this wasn't a social call. He no doubt wanted to fill me in on what had happened while I was gone.
"Don't touch it!" I yelled with a tenacity that shocked even me.
"It's Scotch. You drink bourbon." I said dryly as Jethro's hand stopped just short of the liquor bottle that sat on my desk.
"So do you." Jethro said dryly.
I took the hint and poured us both a glass.
"You went off grid Jen...for twenty-two hours." Jethro said, his breath heavy, and his blue eyes piercing through me.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Did you really think that nobody would notice? That your detail wouldn't be frantic?" Jethro said with hostility.
I shrugged again.
"What were you doing for an entire day...by yourself...in Paris?" Jethro pressed as he finished his bourbon.
"What we used to do ever so well." I said quickly, hoping to keep up the charade I had started with Agent Anderson.
"Your right eye twitches when you lie. It always has." Jethro replied angrily as he slammed his empty glass on my desk.
"What the Hell did he ever do to you Jen? What is this all about?" Jethro demanded.
"Please leave." I said quietly.
Jethro turned and exited the study. Just before he slammed my front door I heard him grumble.
"Thanks for the drink."