March 6
When someone asked Abraham Lincoln, after he was elected president, what he was going to do about his enemies, he replied, "I'm going to destroy them. I am going to make them my friends." – Attributed to Lincoln
Jenny did not look up as the door to her office crashed open. Gibbs liked to think he was mysterious, but he was just irksome. Her door suffered so much because of him.
She was drawn out of her thoughts by a pair of blue eyes glaring at her. She was not prepared to guess what she had done to annoy him, well aware it could be just about anything. It might not even be her doing; the FBI might have decided to get in his way again. Gibbs seemed to be under the impression that the entire FBI lay in wait to hijack his cases.
"How can I help you, Agent Gibbs?" Sometimes it was better to get the first strike in with him. Not that it was easy to keep him on his toes.
"Senator Peterson seems to think he's above the law," he growled, not bothering to it down. He chose to glare at her across her desk, as though she had personally told the Senator to aggravate him.
"How is that my problem?" she inquired, keeping her cool. The man really needed to learn to explain things properly.
"Get him to hand over the paper," he ordered.
"Why me?" she questioned. "You can get a warrant."
He snorted. "You play nice with politicians every day. Turn your charms on him."
She smirked, secretly delighted he was asking for her help, in his own roundabout way of course. "I thought you hated it when I 'play nice'?"
"You hate them, but you pretend to like them," he retorted. "I don't want your job. Legal will take too long."
Without giving her a chance to answer, he stormed out again. She rolled her eyes and reached for her phone. Time to call Senator Peterson and smooth some feathers.