May 13
That friendship may be at once fond and lasting, there must not only be equal virtue on each part, but virtue of the same kind. – Samuel Johnson
Gibbs knocked firmly on the door. He was thoroughly confused. Since when did Jenny call him and demand he come up to her office? Usually she simply started shouting at him the minute she encountered him.
And if he was off guard, he was determined to make her off guard. Just a little. She was so used to him barging into her office that knocking and waiting would hopefully shock her.
Deliberately waiting until she called for him to enter, he hid a grin at the look of surprise on her face before dragging a chair to her desk and sitting down. She did not look as though she planned to shout at him; he could see a very familiar-looking twinkle in her eyes. One that usually meant he was about to be teased. He had a sudden feeling he knew why he had been summoned.
To her credit, she recovered her poise, finishing an email on purpose before returning her attention to him. Again, he was forced to hide a grin at their little games. She knew just how to wind him up and vice versa.
There was a smirk on her face as she spoke. "I heard from a little bird that you gave your favorite NCIS cap to a child today."
DiNozzo. He would bet any money that DiNozzo had told everyone.
"Rather virtuous, wasn't it?" she continued.
He smirked back at her. "What do you know about virtue?" he replied.
The smirk on her face turned into a grin. "Get a dictionary," she advised.
He stood up to leave. "Not sure how giving a kid my cap gives me the moral high ground," he pointed out, enjoying the second look of surprise to cross her face in a few minutes.
He left rapidly, determined to have the last word. He knew this conversation would continue, but he had won round one.