1000, bullpen.

"Where's that dang warrant?" Gibbs demanded. "We wait any longer and we may as well give this guy a one way ticket to Mexico."

McGee waved a folded piece of paper. "Just came down from Legal Boss."

"Grab your gear!" Gibbs announced, taking his gun from the drawer and glancing hopefully up at the catwalk on his way to the elevator.

He knew Jenny wouldn't be there, she'd told him earlier that she would be stuck in MTAC most of the day. Still he checked, just in case. Gibbs was planning to drop in and take her coffee later, providing the suspect they were on their way to arrest didn't make things difficult.

Fifteen minutes after the warrant came through, Team Gibbs pulled up in front of 214 Mackanee Drive. The one level bungalow with pale blue siding looked innocent enough, but even so all four stayed alert as they walked up the path. They knew anything could happen.

Gibbs knocked on the front door. "Federal Agents, warrant." He waited a beat but nothing. Giving their guy one more chance, Gibbs pounded on the door again. "Federal Agents, warrant! Open up!"

Silence, and then a crash, the tell-tale sound of attempted escape. Four guns were drawn almost in the same second and Gibbs motioned to Tony and Ziva with two fingers, sending them around back. He nodded at McGee, kicking in the door in one swift motion and going left as soon as they entered, McGee checking the right side. They moved down the call to start clearing the rooms.

Around back Tony opened the gate and Ziva went in first, gun up. The guy made a dash for the fence at the back of the yard and she ran after him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him down. He kicked at her as soon as his feet hit the ground and Ziva ducked, then hooked her foot behind his ankle and took him down, on her knees with her gun to his chest before the guy could even blink.

"Ohh...who are you guys?" he groaned.

"NCIS," Ziva said through gritted teeth, "Don't move."

Tony stood there grinning, his gun still pointed at the suspect's head. "I'd listen to her if I were you." He winked at Ziva. "That's my ninja."

Ziva looked at him, one eyebrow raised and Tony paled for a second, having not meant to say that out loud. He stammered. "Umm...I mean, good job Zi."

Her glare didn't clearly spell out what she thought of the nickname but since he didn't immediately end up in pain, Tony took that as an okay.

Gibbs and McGee came out to the backyard as Ziva was handcuffing their guy. Gibbs shook his head.

"You really shouldn't've run Marco," he said, "you're lucky to be alive." He nodded at Ziva. "She's Mossad."

NCIS

"So, what's on deck today?" Gibbs asked, dropping into the seat next to his wife in MTAC.

Jenny was focused on the screen. "Anti-terror op we've been putting together for weeks. We finally got our opening."

"How's it going?"

The screen showed a crowded city sidewalk, the camera following a dark haired man in a long tan coat who was talking on his cell phone.

Jenny shrugged. "So far, so good. We're trying not to tip him off. I need him to lead us to whoever is on the other end of that call."

Gibbs watched as Jenny reached for the mug beside her. It seemed she'd cut coffee out completely and was going with tea today. Maybe her no caffeine idea was working though, he didn't think she'd had one of her headaches since Saturday.

"Our suspect?" Jenny asked, finally tearing her eyes away from the screen.

Gibbs grinned. "Tried to run. Ziva took him down. He's sitting in lock up right now."

"Good," Jenny nodded. She glanced over and watched with longing as Gibbs brought the coffee cup to his lips. "Jethro..."

Gibbs handed her the cup. "You sure it's worth a headache Jen?"

Jenny swirled the dark liquid around. "Just one tiny sip." She closed her eyes as if she'd just tasted manna from heaven.

He smiled knowingly. "Want me to leave it?"

Momentarily tightening her grip on the cup, Jenny sighed, shook her head, and relinquished the coffee. "Better not." She smiled at her husband. "You're very sweet to offer though."

"That's me," Gibbs said a little sarcastically. "Sweet." He frowned at her. "Don't let it get around."

She chuckled and squeezed his hand. "It'll be our secret." Jenny looked around, noting that everyone else seemed to be occupied for the moment. She lowered her voice. "So...were are we going this weekend?"

Gibbs stroked her fingers while he took a moment to think. He hadn't actually booked anything yet, but he had something in mind he thought Jenny would like. "Somewhere with a change of pace," he finally settled on.

"Is it warm and tropical?" Jenny asked with an alluring smile.

"Not just for the weekend Jen," Gibbs laughed, "but maybe some other time."

Jenny's eyebrows shot up. "Can I hold you to that?"

Gibbs was surprised. They never really went away and it wasn't something they ever talked about either. Both had traveled all over the world with their various jobs and they tended to stay close to home of late.

"Would you like to go away like that sometime Jen?" he asked.

Jenny tipped her head and looked at him. "It's every woman's dream Jethro. Somewhere warm and romantic with the love of her life."

Gibbs wanted to kiss her but there were too many people around. Instead he settled for a promise. "Tell you what. On our five year anniversary, the present is your pick. I'll take you anywhere you want Jen."

"Really?" Jenny's eyes were dancing. Even if it was almost four years away, the were so many possibilities.

He nodded. "Really. I promise."

Jenny shook her head. "I don't forget promises Jethro."

"I know."

"Okay," she grinned delightedly, "deal. Oh," suddenly her expression changed, "I completely forgot."

Gibbs shrugged. "Forgot what?"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "I think my memory is full of holes these days. When I was with Kristyn on Tuesday she asked if you could come to my Friday session. It's going to be an evaluation and she just wanted to discuss a few more things with us. Think you can make it?"

Gibbs thought about it. "Friday's when we're leaving, so that should work. We can get out of here right after your session is over."

Jenny tapped her finger against his. "She said you only had to stay for part of it."

"That'll leave me with time to give the troops their marching orders," Gibbs decided.

Jenny sighed. "I hope everything is still in one piece when we get back."

"Don't worry Jen," he assured her, "we need this time away, just for the two of us."

She leaned her shoulder against his. "I'm not trying to get out of it. I just want to know where we're going."

Gibbs huffed. "Not telling. Unless you want to tell me what my Christmas present is?" His expression lit up expectantly.

"Never," Jenny laughed and he loved to see the light in her eyes.

"Then I guess you'll have to wait and see," he said firmly.

Jenny frowned. "Fine," she pouted.

He barked a laugh. "You learned that from Abby."

"But it doesn't work, does it?" Jenny replied forlornly.

Gibbs shook his head slowly. "I've worked with her for almost ten years Jenny. I've almost gotten immune to the faces."

"Liar," Jenny grinned. "You're still and always will be a big pushover when it comes to Abby."

He shrugged. "What can I say? Dads are always like that with their girls."

It took a second for the words to sink in and then Jenny's eyes got very serious. "Are they really?" she asked quietly.

Gibbs sighed, weaving his fingers with hers for a moment. "They are Jen," he said heavily. "And I will tell you sometime, if you want to know, but not here."

Jenny nodded slowly and put her hand on his cheek briefly. "Alright Jethro." She glanced up at the clock and smiled a little. "You better get back their and supervise, no telling what kind of trouble they can get into when you're not around."

He held her eyes as he stood up. "See you later Jen."

No matter what happened, it seemed that Jenny's eyes never stopped expressing her love for him. "Later then." And she watched as he walked out the door, realizing that she was only just beginning to know this man and Jenny was glad she would have a lifetime with him to learn all of his secrets about the past that haunted him.

NCIS

McGee's phone rang while he was finishing up his report from their morning arrest. "Special Agent McGee," he answered crisply.

"Tim?" It was Abby's voice and she didn't sound happy.

McGee put his pen down and gave her his full attention. "What's wrong Abby?"

She sighed. "My baby is broken."

He frowned. "Broken how?" Abby could fix pretty much everything that went wrong with her computer, she didn't often need his help.

Abby gave a frustrated huff. "I don't know McGee, that's why I called you! I've defragged it, and restarted it, cleaned up all the background files, and compressed the drives. I don't know what's going on. I keep getting these stupid error messages and it won't let me do anything!" She stamped her foot on the floor. "Will you come?"

McGee saw Gibbs coming down the stairs and stood up. "I'll try Abbs, just pray Gibbs is in a decent mood."

"See you in five," she said optimistically, a small smile gracing her lips.

McGee hung up the phone. "Uh Boss? Abby's having computer problems. Can I run down to the lab and help her out?"

Gibbs regarded McGee with a stare. "This better not be an excuse McGee," he warned.

The agent shook his head. "No Boss."

Gibbs sat down at his desk and nodded. McGee started towards the elevator before he was stopped. "Report first."

Tim grabbed the papers off his desk and deposited them on Gibbs'. "Thank you Boss."

"No funny business McGee," Gibbs warned.

Tim nodded and then he was gone.

"Hey Abbs," he said a minute later.

She rushed to him for a hug and he held her tight, rubbing her back soothingly. When she turned around, Abby pointed disgruntledly at the innocent looking computer on her desk. "Fix it," she demanded.

McGee kept hold of her hand until he had to use the keyboard. "Let's take a look at it Abby," he said calmly, smiling at her, "there's no computer that can stand against the two of us together."

Abby grinned, getting her mojo back with those words. "Okay Merlin, let's go!"

NCIS

Later that afternoon a man walked into the bullpen looking very self-important. After a moment, Gibbs looked up.

"Help you with something?" he asked gruffly.

"Senator Matheson," the man said even though no one had asked. "I'm looking for Director Shepard."

Seeing the look on Gibbs' face, Tony took over, giving directions. "Up the stairs, first door on your left."

Not bothering with common courtesies like 'thank you', the man went straight for the stairs, Gibbs' glare following him. Jenny was just coming out of her office and met the senator mid-route. He flashed at smile at her and only because Gibbs was watching did he see the momentary flash of annoyance that crossed Jenny's face before she schooled her features into the appropriate 'Director' expression complete with fake smile. He bit back a grin.

"Senator Matheson," she greeted him, holding out her hand. "What can I do for you?"

The senator took Jenny's hand and kissed it instead of shaking it, holding it several beats too long for casual contact. All three agents' eyes darted to Gibbs, noticing the way his neck was starting to go red. Jenny crossed her arms, making sure her left hand was on top, wiggling her finger so the diamond caught the light.

"I am in need of your assistance Director Shepard," Senator Matheson began, then he shook his head. "I dislike all this 'Senator', 'Director', stuff, much too formal. I'm James. Maybe I call you Jenny?"

One of Jenny's perfectly manicured eyebrows arched in disbelief. "What is your dilemma Senator?" she asked cooly, emphasizing his title.

The man looked around. "Not here. It's too crowded. How about you join me for dinner tonight? We can discuss everything there."

Jenny suppressed a frown. The senator was not getting the message. Such obvious flirtation! She tapped her fingers against her cheek, making her rings very visible to him. But the man kept standing there, staring at her expectantly. Gibbs had had enough of watching another man flirt with his wife. He pushed out of his chair and took the steps two at a time, reaching Jenny's side seconds later. Pulling his cell phone off his belt, he held it to her ear momentarily, then flipped it shut.

"Director," he said too loudly, "you're wanted in the lab."

James frowned at Gibbs. "We're in the middle of something," he began, but Gibbs shook his head.

"I'm afraid it's urgent." He took Jenny's elbow and turned her away from the senator, who stood in the middle of the hallway gawking at them. "Director, if you'll come with me."

"Special Agent Gibbs?" Jenny asked, and her expression was difficult to read.

Within thirty seconds they were in the elevator and as soon as the car was between floors, Gibbs hit the emergency stop switch.

Jenny faced him, her arms crossed. "Do you want to tell me what that was all about Jethro? You can't just take me away from a meeting like that."

"Don't like him," Gibbs muttered.

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Not good enough this time."

"He wasn't taking the hint Jen!" Gibbs exploded. "Don't tell me you didn't notice the way he was looking at you!"

Jen raised an eyebrow at him. "And what way would that be?"

Gibbs glared at her. "Like he was thinking things about you that he had no right to be thinking." He faced the doors. "I can't just watch another man flirt with my wife!" He was angry and frustrated that it didn't seem to bother Jenny as much as it bothered him.

"Jethro," Jenny said very softly, "look at me."

Reluctantly Gibbs turned back to her Jenny put her warm hands on either side of his face and looked right into his eyes.

"You have nothing to worry about," she whispered, "the rest of the world may not care, but I know I'm yours and that's all that matters."

She leaned forward and kissed him gently and Gibbs melted into her, pulling her body against his and deepening the kiss. When they finally let go, Gibbs sighed and rested his forehead against Jenny's.

"I love you Jen," he breathed.

She smiled. "I love you too. And you're the only one for me. Remember that." Stepping away, she brushed her hands down her suit. "Can I got back to work now?"

Gibbs was thinking back to their first few months of marriage, when she had said the same thing. He grinned and tugged her back to him. "Could you tell me just one more time?"

Jenny smiled and kissed her husband again, slowly, making sure he wouldn't forget.