A/N: I'm baaaaaack! Okay, I'm sorry I didn't update last week, or the week before that, but that was because I went to Malaysia on both weekends, and I didn't have internet connection :( Sorry! Anyway, I actually got this done a while ago, so here you go - the power couple fucking in MTAC.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS.

ENJOY!

Great.

Just. Great.

Director Jennifer Shepard of NCIS rolled her emerald eyes as the screen blacked out and the sound of the doors locking her in sounded. She had been in an important meeting with the Secretary of the Navy and a few other federal heads.

And just when she was about to put the Director of the FBI's head back on his shoulders, the power blacked out. Plunging the entire room into the pitch black darkness, except for a battery-operated lamp beside her. She was alone, because it was a highly-classified meeting and no one else was allowed in except for her.

"Fuck," she swore, and rummaged around for the flashlight that she always kept with her for a situation like this.

She stood up, and the first thing she did was call the technician. She groaned when she found out it would take at least two hours to fix the problem – it was very severe.

She figured she might as well grab an hour of shut-eye, since she had only three hours of sleep for the entire week, thanks to the number of operations to run and paperwork to be completed. She made herself comfortable on the chair and got ready to sleep.

She would've succeeded, if a male voice hadn't gone right behind her, whispered 'boo' right in her ear, and made her scream her head off.

She heard chuckling and recognized the voice instantly.

"Jethro!" she said, trying to calm her heart down. "You're a bastard, you know."

He grinned at her, and she slapped his shoulder, hard.

"Geez, Jen." He said, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder. She gave him a satisfied smile.

"How did you get in here?" she asked. The doors were supposed to be mechanically locked in a power outage. He shrugged.

"I was always here."

"What? Jethro – you were listening in on a highly classified meeting meant for the Secretary of the Navy and federal heads only." She hissed.

"No, I was listening on a bunch of idiots trying to bring down my girlfriend." He countered.

She rolled her eyes at him, although inside she wanted to kiss him, and he knew it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bent his head so he could kiss her neck. She smiled, tilting her head and making it easier for him. She wrapped her arms around his middle, pulling him closer.

His lips trailed upwards, towards her lips. He pulled back, smiling slightly when she followed him. He pressed one little kiss to his nose, making her smile sweetly before he claimed her lips as his. His arms trailed up and down her body as they kissed passionately.

They kissed for a few minutes, and his hand slowly started trailing lower and lower unlit his hand rested on her butt.

She ignored it, but then she felt him squeeze her ass and she slapped her hand away, pinching him in reflex. His bottom lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout as he rubbed the spot on his hand where her knife-like nails had pinched him. She smirked at him.

"That hurt!" he whined. She put on an innocent face.

"You want me to kiss your boo-boo?" she asked in a baby voice. He nodded and she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it, sucking his fingers and driving him crazy.

"Jen," he groaned.

She looked up at him, smirking devilishly. He kissed her passionately and she felt his hand going lower again, and immediately pulled away.

"Seriously, Jethro. I'm tired. I've only had three hours of sleep this week and I can't live on caffeine." She said, shining the flashlight at his face.

He winced when the light hit his eyes and she bit her lip apologetically, momentarily forgetting to be angry. He turned around and put her bags on another row, pulling the armrests up so that the chairs made a long bed. He sat down and pulled her with him, resting his forehead against hers.

"Then rest." He whispered, kissing her slowly.

He moved to the left most chair and pointed to the chairs beside him, then looked at Jenny pointedly.

"Rest," he repeated.

She smiled at him. He could be extremely sweet when he wanted to be. She moved towards the chair and laid down, resting her head on his lap. She smiled and looked into his eyes and stared at him. Her hand reached up and stroked his cheek gently, letting them trace his lips delicately.

"Thank you," she said softly; her eyes did the rest.

He smiled, the rare, genuine smile reserved only for her, and stroked her hair lovingly, pushing some strands off her face. He moved his hand and stroked her forehead and leant down, kissing her lips gently.

She turned her head and drifted off to a comfortable sleep.

~NCIS~JIBBS~NCIS~JIBBS~

After an hour of peaceful slumber, she woke up, as if her brain had timed an alarm clock.

She stretched tiredly, yawning and rubbing her tired eyes. She looked up, and faced a pair of the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen.

The amused and delighted face stared at her, fully awake.

"Jethro," she whispered. "You haven't slept?"

He shook his head and helped her sit up.

"Watched you sleep." He shrugged. "Couldn't sleep when there's a sight to see right in front of me."

She blushed heavily, turning red in the darkness. That's when she noticed that her flashlight was still on, and she nodded towards it.

"Lasted longer than I thought it would." She looked around. "I can't believe that no one's got us out yet."

"Called the mechanic half an hour ago," said Jethro, pulling her closer by the waist. "It's gonna take another hour, at least."

Jenny groaned, resting her heading on his shoulder. He pressed a small kiss onto her hair and pulled her closer. Jenny, feeling suddenly clingy, swung her left her leg over Jethro's legs and sat on his lap. She smiled at the surprise shown on his face and kissed him again and again. He responded enthusiastically, prolonging their kisses each time their lips met.

His hands travelled up and down her body, and hers stayed at his head and neck.

"Love you." He whispered in between kisses, making her smile sweetly at him.

Their kisses slowly became more and more passionate and soon both of them were so consumed in tasting the other. All their senses were filled with one another, and all they wanted was to never stop kissing, never stop touching –

Her hands clutched his head as they kissed, desperate to taste him. His hand slipped under her blouse and stroked the skin there, while the other was buried deep in her dark red hair, kissing her fiercely and parting to take short, deep breaths before continuing their kiss.

He broke away from the kiss and started attacking her neck with passionate kisses and his hands moved to her back and wrapped them around his heart. He kissed the spot that always drove her crazy and teased her mercilessly.

"Jethro!" she cried, tightening her grip on his head, digging her nails into him.

She started grinding her hips into his, slowly at first. She moaned when he lifted her skirt up, caressing the bare skin of her thighs and started moving her hips faster, making him groan.

He unbuttoned her blouse hurriedly, throwing it behind her and not caring where it landed. She returned the favor, pulling his polo over his head and throwing it behind her. His hand moved slowly up her thighs as he kissed and nibbled at her covered breasts, making her feel sensations she shouldn't be feeling – especially not at work. She smiled against his hair as his hand reached its destination – its uncovered destination.

"Jen – you came to work without underwear?" he asked incredulously, staring at her and pulling away from her breasts.

"Oops," she said innocently, biting her lip in the sexiest way ever. "I must've forgotten."

He scoffed, but kissed her passionately, attacking her lips in a heated kiss. She ground her hips hips faster and faster against his cock, until he was rock hard. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his penis out. He was so hard it hurt.

She reached out a hand and caressed his length, squeezing it at the tip and wrapping a hand it, pumping it harder and harder.

"Jen. Ohh." He groaned out. He stopped her movements. "I need to be inside you."

She grabbed the back of the chair and lifted herself up, dropping onto him slowly. Moaning and throwing her head back in pure pleasure. He grabbed her hips and guided them up and down as he thrust as he hard as he could into her, fucking her senseless.

"Yes!" she shouted, at the first hard thrust. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, Jethro!"

He groaned, her moans and her muscles contracting around his cock were turning him on so much. He thrust even harder and captured her lips in a bruising kiss swallowing her screams.

"More, Jethro, more! Oh yes! Faster, Jethro!" she screamed.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts, thrusting into her so hard and fast that he was afraid she was hurt. But from the sounds she was making, and the nails currently digging into his back, he knew she was enjoying it.

"I'm so close, Jethro!" she shouted.

He too, was close, so he reached up, unhooked her bra, throwing it aside. He pulled and twisted at her nipples and played with her breasts while keeping up his thrusts.

"Oh yes, oh-oh yes! She screamed.

She came and he came, and she slumped onto his half naked body with him still inside her. After catching her breath, she looked up at him and said,

"We just fucked in MTAC, Jethro." She said, pushing her sweaty hair back.

He wrapped his arms around her and played with her hair.

"Mmhmm," he muttered.

"SecNav is so going to fire me tomorrow." She mumbled against his chest.

He just continued playing with her hair for a few more moments, before placing a comforting kiss onto it.

"What SecNav doesn't know, won't hurt us."

Okay, so not my finest, but anyway I plan to update The Extended Family next week, and then after I complete this story and am at least chapter 15 of The Extended Family, I will post a new story, called 'The Break'.

Please Review! Oh, and tell me which place they should do it in next.

- Nat.