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The sun shone down on the Navy yard, reflecting off of the dozens of Press vans and camera's that milled around outside the gates. The guards kept a watchful eye on the paparazzi, making sure none of them slipped through security to try and get an exclusive scoop on the story of the decade. The news of the Sec-Nav's underhand scheming had somehow been leaked to the press, and the headlines that morning had told the public about what had happened far quicker than the employees of NCIS had wanted. Headlines like; 'Traitorous Sec-Nav in plot against NCIS' and 'Director Shepard back from the dead'.
Jenny hadn't been able to leave the building, not that she had anywhere to go since Gibbs had burned down her house, but they did still have a job to do. Leon Vance was still missing, and the Sec-Nav had been the only one that knew of his whereabouts. Gibbs would be interrogating the two men they had caught with the Sec-Nav, hopefully they would know where he was and he would be found alive. Leon's wife had turned up distraught on the doorstep with her children, trying to get away from the press, and they hadn't been able to turn her away. She hadn't heard from Leon since the day he had been 'taken into custody' and she feared the worst, they all did. It hadn't really been that long since then, but they didn't know the conditions he was being kept in, so they were erring on the side of caution.
Kort had been turned over, reluctantly, to the CIA in return for the confession he had promised them, so they didn't need to worry about being framed for murdering an innocent man. Abby and Ducky had processed the Sec-Nav's clothing and body respectively, looking for any clues as to Leon's whereabouts, but so far nothing they had found was conclusive. All Leon's hopes for survival hinged upon Gibbs' ability to break the Sec-Nav's two gunmen.
Tony, Ziva and McGee were in the observation part of interrogation, watching the two gunmen look around, getting increasingly nervous as the hours passed. Gibbs had left them there, in the same room, for two hours already, and he wasn't going to appear until they began to argue, which looked like it was going to happen at any moment. Gibbs was with Jenny up in her old office. It was time for a long talk between the two of them.
"Do you think they'll let me come back to work? I didn't technically quit after all." Jenny asked, sitting down on the couch in the Director's office. She didn't really mind what job she got, for the moment, she just wanted to be busy. Jethro closed the door behind him and crossed the room to sit next to her. She leaned back and relaxed against the material of the sofa, feeling herself getting sleepy. She had been up for much longer than the others because she had been trying to jog her memory and plan her assassinations. It was all catching up to her now, and she closed her eyes, sighing softly.
"I'm not sure, but there will be slightly bigger concerns, like 'where are you going to live?' and 'who will replace the Sec-Nav?'" Jethro said, watching her rest against the cushions, her head dropping back and exposing the column of her neck and forcing her chest further forward in to his unabashed gaze. She took a deep breath and he smirked, she was doing this on purpose. If you want to stay with me you just have to ask, Jen, he thought to himself, enjoying the view but not offering anything until she committed herself to asking.
"Oh I know, I just can't help but want a little bit of stability in my life right now. Nowhere to live, no job, no money." She listed her problems and Jethro's eyebrows rose. He hadn't thought of all of that, he had just assumed she would slip straight back into her old life and they could carry on like they always had.
"No money?" he asked, confused. Surely she had a fortune waiting for her. She turned her head to him and opened her eyes, looking him over carefully while she answered. He hadn't offered her the chance to stay with him or anything, didn't he want her? She had thought he did, she had been so sure after the kiss and his actions towards her at the Sec-Nav's safe house. Obviously she was wrong. Her heart sank but she put a smile on her face regardless. He had probably preferred it when she had not been a part of his life.
"I was dead and with no descendants to inherit it, the state will have taken it. I'll have to go see my bank to get it all back, and I'm not sure how long that will take. I'll have to live somewhere in the mean time. Maybe I can stay here while my job is in question." She said, thinking about it seriously. Jethro was apparently not going to offer, so she had to make contingency plans. Maybe Cynthia could help her.
"Leon might need it." Jethro said, half jokingly since Leon would in all probability understand her situation but he wanted her to ask him. Was the thought of living with him that terrible? Jenny looked away from him dejectedly; he didn't even want her in the building.
"He has a home to go to." she said, defending her suggestion, but no longer caring about it. Ziva might let her stay with her, Abby might too. Jethro however, was out of patience; it seemed he would need to be the one to throw his heart on line first, once again.
"Stop beating about the bush Jen. We both know where you are going to be living, so just suck up your damn pride and ask me." He said to her angrily and she turned her shocked gaze to him and sat up abruptly, narrowing her eyes irritably at his presumptuousness.
"What makes you think I want to live with you Jethro? You're the reason I don't have anywhere to stay in the first place!" she said venomously and Gibbs stood in response, physically moving away from the fury that he was about to unleash. He hadn't meant to make her angry, he had just wanted to know where he stood, but now she was fishing for a fight he would damn well give her one. He had a few bones to pick with her, himself.
"Well if you had done your job right in Europe, Jenny, Svetlana wouldn't have been able to come after you and there wouldn't have been any reason for me to hide her body in the flames!" he shouted back and Jen stood, instinctively trying to even up the ground between them.
"That's another thing! How do you think we will be explaining that body in my house now that they know I'm alive?" she asked, her voice rising above his and echoing out of the office, making Cynthia look up from her computer and smile. Just like old times.
"Wishful thinking!" Gibbs replied, seething. Jenny recoiled a little and hardened her expression against the hurt his words had caused. Gibbs saw the effect his words had on her, he could read her so well, but he was too livid to take it back. She had hurt him ten times as much as he had ever hurt her, part of him enjoyed the small victory over her emotions, but the majority regretted it already.
"If you wanted me dead so badly you should have just let Kort do his job!" she shouted back at him, her heart constricting painfully, all of her hopes of that kiss actually meaning something to him dissolving, burning her heart as it evaporated.
"Maybe I should have! I can't believe how pig-headed and stubborn you are being after everything that has happened! This isn't just about you, Jen!" Gibbs took a step towards her and she took one closer to him, not about to be outdone or backed into a corner.
"I never thought or said that it was, Jethro, you are making this personal!"
"I'm making it personal? You just started this by blaming me for arson!"
"Which you did!"
"To protect you!"
"I didn't need your protection!"
"You have always needed my protection!"
"You chauvinistic pi-!" her words were cut off by his lips, when they crashed into hers, his arms grabbing her shoulders and bringing her flush against him, their lips bruising in the blazing passion that had changed so quickly from fury. She put up a token fight and then gave up, wrapping her arms around his neck and crushing their lips further together as the spiral of arousal ran through her veins, sending her light headed. The silence that descended was broken only by soft moans as their tongues continued the fight, neither willing to admit defeat in any aspect of their relationship.
Jenny pushed him backwards and his knees hit the couch, sending them falling back, Gibbs sitting on it and Jenny straddling his lap, their mouths not disengaging from each other at any point. Jenny wriggled closer to him on his lap and Gibbs' hands travelled from her shoulders down to her chest, stopping to pay attention to her breasts, causing her to arch her back and groan into his mouth. A jolt of excitement shot from her breasts down to her core, and the corresponding heat and wetness made her shudder against him, gasping slightly against his mouth. Her fingers threaded into his hair and gripped it, pulling his head back so she could kiss down his neck, nipping and sucking under his jaw until he took control back.
His hands ran down to her hips and crushed her groin into his, the heat becoming unbearable fast. He flipped them, pushing her down into the cushions and covering her body with his own, her legs parting around his waist, allowing him to settle intimately with her. She ran her hands down his back to his butt and gripped him, her fingers softly kneading the cheeks. His mouth retook hers and he felt her body relax as she submitted to him, her aggressiveness changing to a soft loving acceptance.
His phone began to vibrate then and it took a few moments for them to reluctantly pull apart, gasping from lack of oxygen and reaction from the passion and arousal coursing through their bodies. Neither wanted to stop, but their duties and obligations began to filter in through the haze. Gibbs sat up and pulled out his phone, whilst trying to regain control of his emotions before answering.
"Gibbs, Yeah?"
"The argument has begun. Do you wish to begin questioning them?" Ziva's amused voice asked over the sound of shouting in the background. Gibbs looked over at Jenny, who hadn't yet moved from her position on the cushions on the couch, her eyes still clouded with excitement. She was attempting to bring down her heart rate, but his proximity was making it difficult. He reached over to her and stroked her stomach soothingly, his touch no longer attempting to arouse her, now he was trying to calm her. She had such a passionate nature that she found it hard to rid herself of her arousal once he had invoked it. That had never really been a problem for them in the past; they could get done what was needed before they were seriously late if they were disturbed, but the circumstances were different this time. There was no time and they weren't actually together. She waved off his hand and then gestured to downstairs.
"Go break them Jethro, I'll be down shortly." He nodded to her and patted her stomach before withdrawing his hand and standing.
"I'm on my way Ziva." He ended the call and then bent down, pressing a soft kiss onto Jenny's forehead. "I'm taking you home after we get Leon. Hopefully the press won't think to stake out my house."
"And if they do? You are one of the best known Agents just by being a pain in the ass, you know." she smirked at him and he smiled back, walking over to the door and opening it.
"We'll work something out." He said softly, then walked through it and closed it behind him.
