"I hear The Director went all 'Harry-Carry' on her ass." Tony laughed as he walked up behind Ziva and Andrea. That snarky comment earned him a glare from the Mossad Officer. He looked away from her and back to where McGee was currently escorting their murderer into the elevator and down to booking. He was having one hell of a time with it. She was sobbing and fighting every step of the way. As if the Probie wasn't enough of a spectacle already.

After McGee finally got her into the elevator and successfully shut the doors the quiet caught up with Tony and he whistled awkwardly and took a couple steps away from the two women.

"How long will she be in for?" Andrea asked.

"Depends on how much the jury hates her," Jen supplied standing next to Tony who was hoping that The Director hadn't heard his previous comment. Andrea nearly jumped out of her skin. Whoever Jenny had learned to sneak up on people like that from had no idea how many almost heart attacks they were responsible for. Tony smirked and immediately hid it away as his Boss walked in.

All throughout this investigation he had been moodier than a teenage girl: one minute he would be barking orders at them like a Marine drill sergeant and the next he was bringing everyone coffee. Tony had no way to know, and no desire to find out which mood he was in currently, though if it was the latter he wouldn't mind.

Andy looked quizzically at the items Jen was handing her: her jacket, hat and bag. "Where are we going?"

"Home-" Jenny started.

"Nowhere." Gibbs butted in.

The red-head turned and shot him an 'Excuse me?' look. They had been at NCIS practically all week, and now that the case was finally over she had all intentions of going home and enjoying the rest of the day in peace. But obviously someone had other plans for them.

"Cynthia's orders…. Not mine." He said raising his hands in surrender.

Since when did she start taking orders from her secretary? She was about to go into further questions with him when an apologetic looking Cynthia caught her attention from the landing on the stairs.

"Umm Director, SecNav would like to have a word with you." She said looking like she would rather have spoken to the man himself than interrupt her boss' leaving.

Jen nodded and put Andrea's stuff back onto Ziva's chair where it had been sitting before. She reluctantly walked up the stairs with Cynthia directly behind her.

"How bad is it gonna be?" Andrea winced as she caught the glare of envy Jen was sending them.

"Well," Tony sat down and propped his feet up on his desk. "The Secretary of the Navy has a soft spot for NCIS…. Though, there was that one time after one of the Agents in his detail ran off for a booty-call and someone took a shot at him. He was really pissed."

"DiNozzo-" Gibbs growled.

"Which he had every right to be Boss!" Tony said, covering his ass.

Andrea and Ziva gave him a look before stalking off to the opposite elevator McGee had used.

"I assume they're going to Abby to tell her the good news?" Tony observed.

Gibbs mumbled something like 'Uh-huh' and went back to writing up the last of his case report. Of course, it was only to be thorough since The Director had been privy to the whole investigation.

While Gibbs finished off his practically pointless paperwork, Tony was slinking off to the lab to gossip with the rest of the girls.

-0-0-0-0-

"So, what's going to happen to Michael?" Abby asked as she shut down her lab and tucked her babies in for the night.

"Who's Michael?" Tony asked suspiciously from the doorway.

Abby rolled her eyes and in a teasing tone told him they were talking about the victim's son, not Ziva's new boyfriend.

Ignoring Abby's last comment, Ziva answered the first question asked. "His grandparents are already going through the paper work to adopt him."

"Did they tell you the rest of the story?" DiNozzo asked as he settled himself up against a counter.

"Umm that she confessed? I already knew that Tony," Abby said patronizingly as she patted his cheek. Tony thought he knew everything first, and obviously didn't know that she was the very first person her 'source' had told once she had found out, even before the rest of the team. "But, I happen to know a little bit of a secret…. That is, if you care to listen."

The three girls – even a reluctant Ziva – and Tony gathered conspiringly in the middle of the lab as they compounded their knowledge they had learned in the past days. Most of that knowledge involved what Abby and Andrea had pulled out of the two people that they were going to focus their tactile assault on.

After all, the case was solved. And though Andrea might have more than enough to think about this was a decent enough way to distract herself.

-0-0-0-0-

Jenny ran a hand through her hair and pushed some loose strands from her face as she left her office, hopefully for the last time that afternoon. SecNav had been tolerable, though a little upset that she hadn't briefed him on her personal connection to this case and a little more upset at the fact that her agency's threat assessments were taking longer than usual. But after reasoning with him and sending the ones that were already completed off she had managed to bid him a good evening and leave.

Two hours stuck on conference call and she had nothing more to show for it than a small headache and a slightly more appeased Secretary of the Navy. As she walked down the stairs and into the bullpen she was happy to note that Gibbs was the only member of his team in the squad room. He looked up as she walked over to him.

"Where is everyone?" She asked looking around.

"The lab. Gossiping."

She laughed and rolled her eyes at the face he made when he said it, somewhere between a grimace and smirk; like he didn't approve of it, but still found it funny. "Hmm, wonder what they would have to gossip about?"

He raised an eyebrow at her mocking tone.

"Okay, maybe it isn't that big of a mystery." She said smiling brightly.

He had long since decided he loved it when she smiled, and that he would do anything to get her to.

"Well we should probably go sneak up on them….." Jen suggested, her playful side coming back. The very first casualty of a tough case was always her playful side.

"We could do that or, we could stay here."

She smiled again. "Well, that depends. Are you planning on continuing what was happening in my office yesterday?"

"In the middle of the bullpen, Jen?" Gibbs asked; being the voice of reason for once.

"Fine. Suit yourself." She turned and, just like she knew he would, he stopped her by grabbing her waist and turning her back to him.

-0-0-0-0-

McGee was huffing and puffing by the time he had done his job and gotten the woman to lock up. She had been a handful, but he still completed his task. In the elevator he wiped the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead and waited for the doors to open as he reached the floor to the squad room. As the doors opened and he made to step out, he stopped chalk white faced and pressed the down button repeatedly and furiously until the doors closed and he could breathe again.

When he reached the requested floor he all but ran from the elevator and into the lab. Four pairs of questioning eyes turned to him and all he could sputter out was.

"They- they were making out!"

He breathed slowly and calmly. First an uncooperative murderer, and now his bosses were making out. Today was especially awkward.

Smiles filled the others' faces as they clamored to the stairs. Pulling McGee with them. If they were going to get to see this they had to be sneaky, and the loud beep of an elevator was not sneaky.

-0-0-0-0-

As she drew back from the languid kiss she felt eyes on her, and they weren't Jethro's. Jenny spun around and sure enough Five sets of eyes were watching them over the edge of the stair's landing.

One pair obviously did not want to be there, but couldn't bring themselves to look away. Must be McGee.

The ones next to his were rimmed with dark make-up and were bright and smiling. Of course, Abby.

The next ones were similar to her own, only a little bit bluer. Andrea.

The next set was watching with a perverted glint. Obviously, DiNozzo.

And the last ones were dark and less noticeable than the others, from years of spying. Ziva.

Jen jumped away from Gibbs who set his glare on the spying five. "We can see you."

Tim and Ziva had the good graces to look at least a little bit ashamed of being caught peeping, while Andrea, Abby and Tony just smirked. They hurried past them and to their respective desks to gather their stuff.

"We're going for drinks, we'll just leave you two… umm here." Tony said as he threw a thumb gesture over his shoulder.

Jenny just waited hands on her hips for them all to gather their things before turning back to Gibbs. "That was embarrassing." She laughed.

He reached up and stroked her cheek. All but one was already in the lift.

"Why don't you two just get a room?" Andrea threw over her shoulder at the kissing pair.

Once the elevator doors closed Jen leaned in and made sure to brush her lips against his ear as she spoke. "Mine is always free."

A Cheshire cat grin spread over Gibbs' face and he let her lead him into the elevator. Being in her house; in her bed would be nice…… If they could make it that far

Really Really Jibbs heavy… but that's what you wanted right? Review and let me know if an Epilogue is needed!