Hi! I know I know, I haven't updated this story in like a week. I'm reeeaaalllllyyyy sorry! I'm in the middle of exams, so I've unfortunately been spending most of my free time studying, not writing. But by this time next week I'll have finished my exams and will again be spending every free minute I get writing Fan Fiction! Yay!
Disclaimer: NCIS isn't mine. If it was Ryan would really be gone and not just temporarily out of the picture while the writers figure what otherwise amazing scenes to shove her into next. :P
For the first time in her life, Abby was completely dumbstruck. She had no idea what to do, should she run after Gibbs before he did something rash, like head-slapping a harmless little Probationary Agent into obliviation or burning a boat, or should she give the director a piece of her mind. Hearing the muffled ding of the elevator, Abby shook her head, escaping from her thoughts. Her hands shaking, and the feeling of the world falling apart still making her stomach churn, Abby slowly made up her mind, ducking around Cynthia to reach her computer, finally knowing exactly what she should do, what Gibbs would do if this happened to her.
"What are you doing?" Cynthia asked, clearly extremely confused, as Abby's fingers flew across her keyboard.
"Hacking into the elevator controls system. 'Kay, I'm in. Now I just have to get it to stop..." With another flourish of her fingers, Abby cried in success as she pulled up the elevator security feed she'd installed a while back, when she was first trying to get Jenny and Gibbs back together, just in time to watch as it came to a halt. "Yes!" She cheered, hopping up and down as Gibbs slapped the elevator emergency switch a few times, growling as he muttered her name under his breath darkly.
"Why'd you do that?" Cynthia questioned, watching warily as Gibbs glared across the elevator at two cowering agents from Human Resources.
"Because I can't have Gibbs going anywhere! In the elevator the only risks to society that he currently holds are head-slapping those poor, unsuspecting agents to death or going mad himself." Abby explained, walking towards the door.
Stopping with her hand on the doorknob, Abby glanced back at Cynthia, who gave her a reassuring nod, before facing the door once more and taking a deep breath as she slowly pushed it open. What she saw next was definitely not what she had expected to see, not by Gibbs' angry exit. After all, why would he leave it Jenny was just yelling at some random guy.
"What do you mean, 'he overreacted'?" Jenny barked, staring at the man with a glare only the Gibbs' could manage. The poor guy seemed like he was about to have a heart attack, his eyes widening as Jenny slowly walked around her desk, her fiery gaze never leaving his tortured expression.
"It's just... I mean... He like barged in here and started glaring at me like he was gonna bite my head off..." He started, attempting to look Jenny in the eyes before letting out a deep sigh and looking back down. "What was the problem, anyways? All we were doing was laughing and talking..." He muttered, pouting.
"His problem?" Jenny asked, her stare intensifying. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe his problem was that I was 'laughing and talking' to some random stranger who's about as mature as a five year old boy on Halloween when I was supposed to be meeting him for lunch."
"Why would you-?" He stopped, noticing for the first time the tiny plaque on Jenny's desk stating DIRECTOR JENNY GIBBS. The man's mouth popped open, his eyes widening. He turned to say something to Jenny, but she was already disappearing past Abby, her only intention being to reach Gibbs before he did something rash and apologize profusely, hoping that this would actually work and she wouldn't have just made the second biggest mistake of her life.
...
Abby followed, her expression a mix of pure bliss and stark amazement, as Jenny marched out of Cynthia's office and towards the elevator. Whipping around, Abby dove past Cynthia, her fingers smashing against the keyboard as she quickly turned the elevator back on. Giving the receptionist a hopeful smile, she quickly dashed back out of the office and over to where Jenny stood, tapping her foot as she waited for the elevator.
Trying to hold back her smile, Abby hoped everything was falling back into place and that soon she could stop meddling for once and just let history take its course when it came to Jenny and Gibbs. That being said, it didn't mean that she wouldn't step in every once in a while, especially when it came to very important matters, such as naming the soon to be Baby Gibbs.
Snapping out of her musing as the elevator doors slid open, the forensics scientist dodged to the side as two very anxious agents exploded past her and down the stairs, probably not stopping until they reached the safety of their offices. Noticing Gibbs about to realize who was standing not two feet away from him, Abby made a split decision and a second later, her palms were colliding with Jenny's back as she shoved the director against her husband before hightailing it back to Cynthia's office.
"You're back?" Cynthia asked, her eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as Abby's fingers again stormed across her keyboard, the loud clicking sounds reverberating around the otherwise silent room.
"Yep. One sec." Again logging onto the elevator controls, Abby stopped it once more, grinning as she pulled up the security footage to see Jenny and Gibbs still in a heap on the floor. "This is about to get very, very interesting."
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"Jethro." Jenny breathed, her face inches from his. She could practically feel every emotion he was currently experiencing as she practically laid on top of him, making no move to get up. Annoyance, anger, hurt, jealousy, astonishment, the list went on and on. Yet, she also noticed a few other emotions peaking out behind his façade, and she sincerely hoped that the one making her cheeks turn bright red was love and not embarrassment or just plain irritation.
"You had better get off me, Director, before someone sees you like this and deems you exceptionally unprofessional, because we wouldn't want that, would we?" Gibbs questioned, the sarcasm in his voice as thick as blood.
"What would make them think that?" Jenny asked, ignoring both his sarcasm and the gut wrenching feeling she was enduring as she realized that it was irritation that he was feeling.
"Actually, I take that back. They're probably used to you acting unprofessional. You know, by the way you were just all over that idiot in your office." Gibbs replied, shifting them both so that he could slip out from under her and move to the other end of the elevator, leaning back against the door.
"Is this jealousy that I'm detecting, Jethro?" Jenny asked, raising an eyebrow. When he just snorted, rolling his eyes, she slowly slipped out from under her cover, letting the true extent of what she might have just done envelope her. "It's not what you think."
"Oh really? So you weren't just practically playing grab-ass with Colonel Dimwit in there?" Gibbs yelled, his previous mask breaking and his fury showing through.
"No, actually, I wasn't." Jenny replied, her voice quiet yet with every bit as much sting as Gibbs'. "We were just sharing memories about our trips to Paris."
"Oh really? Because that's so hard to do with the person you were in Paris with almost every single time you went." Gibbs snapped, standing up abruptly.
"Actually, yes. Because we were talking in French, reminiscing about the times that we went to Paris with loved ones. I'm pretty sure we can't do the first one of those things, and as for the second, isn't that practically our lives?" Jenny stated, quickly pulling her hair loose of its tight bun before pulling it up once again, needing something to do other than stare down Gibbs.
"I speak french." Gibbs muttered, avoiding her eyes as she stared at him incredulously.
"You do not!" Jenny argued, completely taken by surprise.
"Yeah, I do." He said, smiling for the first time that evening. "How else was I supposed to know what you were ordering over room service during our honeymoon? Seriously, Jen? Fifty two cups of coffee? We were only there for a week!"
Jenny laughed, her heart warming when he called her Jen instead of Director, something she never wanted to hear come out of his mouth again. Rolling her eyes theatrically, she moved over so that she was sitting next to him, their shoulders touching.
"If your going to talk about coffee, the least you can do is go buy me a cup after Abby lets us out of this elevator." Jenny suggested, smiling hopefully at him.
"You know, you really are hilarious, Jen." Gibbs said, wrapping an arm around her.
"I'm sorry, Jethro." She murmured, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Now please don't go ruining the moment by lecturing me about how I just broke the all important Rule Six." She continued when she noticed Gibbs' lips parting in response.
"I was actually going to say I'm sorry too... Then I was going to lecture you." Gibbs grinned as Jenny's laughter filled the elevator, knowing for sure that Colonel What's-His-Face had nothing on him. Nothing would ever be able to separate Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Jenny Shepard, not even fate itself.
Soooo? What did you think? This chapter actually took me a few days to write, I would write a few paragraphs then get total Writer's Block and decide to work on it later. It also took me forever to figure out the last part of this chapter, but I finally finished it. Yay! Anyways, I'll probably have the next chapter up either tomorrow or Saturday, so I guess I'll see you then! Review! :