A/N: I hoped you liked the last chapter, so here is another one. It's kinda jibbs-y too, st least from time to time. Enjoy reading.

Vivi

Chapter five: Mornings

"Morning" Jen said groggily, her emerald green eyes still closed. Her back hurt, she wasn't really used to sharing her office couch with a rather large someone. And she definitely hated sleeping in one of her office suits.

"Morning sleepyhead" came Gibbs reply in his usual gruffly way.

Suddenly realisation dawned on her. She practically jumped off of the couch, almost knocking over last night's tumbler of bourbon in the process.

"Oh my god Jethro, what time is it? I'm running late. I have a meeting with the director of the FBI at eleven and I don't..."

"Calm down Jen, it can't be that late, Cynthia hasn't even checked in yet."

"Yeah and that isn't some kind of a miracle, it's Monday morning, she is taking her son to day care. Do you see my duffel bag somewhere?"

As the only answer she got was a non-committal grunt she hissed slightly annoyed "Would you have the kindness to actually talk to me? I am not as fluent in "Gibbs" as I used to be."

"Haven't had two cups of coffee yet. No, I don't see your duffel bag. What about it?" He sat down on the couch again, popping his feet onto the table in front of it.

"It contains a set of clothes for me in case I pull an over-nighter again. Seeing the fact it isn't here, it's most likely I forgot it at home yesterday. That anew means we both have to go home to shower and change clothes. And in order to do that we both have to pass your team wearing yesterday's clothes. Tony will have a field day with that. I really don't want to know how many betting pools he will start about our predicament."

"Okay, why don't we deal with this predicament the old-fashioned way? We head through the squad room over to the elevator, act like we do every other day too and if somebody dares to look at us the wrong way, I'll simply headslap him or her into next month." He gave her his usual half-smirk.

"Jethro, you do know that it doesn't actually work that way? You have no idea how much rumours will be started. What if the scuttlebutt reaches SecNav's ears?"

"Just tell him how it was."

"Yeah, I really can see that one coming. 'You know Mr. Secretary, Sir, there's never been a situation. I just crashed on my couch with my agency's best team leader after we both had one too many to drink over dinner. Unfortunenatly, I had left my overnight back at my house this morning, so I didn't have a set of clothing to change into with me. So you see it was completely harmless." Her cheeks flashed red with anger.

"Well that's the way it was."

"Just that no-one will believe us. Even now I am constantly accused of playing favoritism towards you and your team!"

"Come on, hurry up. We'll worry about that when we have to cross that bridge. If we are lucky, my team isn't even in yet. By the way, how did you sleep?"

He heard an outraged "Jethro!" as he opened the door and he knew he was damn lucky he was just followed by her and not the stapler he would swear he saw her reach out to.

Meanwhile in the bull pen

Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo was pleased with himself. Very pleased you may add. He didn't just make it to work in time for once, he was that early that even their fearless leader wasn't seated at his usual spot behind his desk yet. Realising he was in no danger to be caught, he threw a paper clip at Ziva. She looked up shortly but found her paperwork obviously more important than yet another meaningless discussion with her partner. So the senior field agent went on to his next victim.

"Hey pro-bie Gibbs isn't in yet?"

" Well Tony, obviously you haven't had the time to spare a glance at the cars in the parking garage in order to make it to the bull pen in time, otherwise you may have noticed that his car is in his usual parking lot. My guess is he is upstairs with the director."

As if on clue Gibbs opened the doors to Jenny's office and strolled out of the catwalk, closely followed by the redhead herself.

"Jethro, wait for me, NOW!" She sounded annoyed. At this time of the day that could only be described as a bad foreboding. McGee wondered briefly what Gibbs had done this time to piss her so royally off.

"You know McGee, something is off. I wonder was it is. Maybe something about their behaviour or their attitude?" He heard Tony from his left. "It could be something about their clothes though. You notice the director's pants are a bit wrinkled today? Oh my god, that's it! THEY ARE WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES AS YESTERDAY!"

*whack*

"Is that so, DiNozzo? I don't know why you should be so interested in our clothing."

Suddenly Tony saw himself faced with an angry Gibbs and an even furrier director.

"Don't you have enough work to do Agent DiNozzo or why do you have time to gossip?" Rage laced through Jenny's laboriously controlled voice.

"Gibbs, Madam Director, I didn't hear you coming."

"Yeah well DiNozzo, we got that. Let's go Jen. The rest of you find me Márisa Sanchez and her son!"

When Gibbs strode back into the bull pen half an hour later, his team's usual bickering was missing. Obviously his previous speech had left quite an impression, it looked like Tony and Ziva were actually working for once whereas McGee wasn't behind his desk on his computer.

Ziva was on the phone letting him assume she was harassing someone who had the misfortune to stand in her way. Gibbs almost pitied the guy, but because he seemed to block the team's investigation he let Ziva go on threatening to kill him with various office supplies.

"DiNozzo, where is McGee?"

"Down at Abby's boss. They wanted to trace Márisa's cell phone, but it hasn't been turned on since the kidnapping of her son. So McGenius had the idea to write a program that alerts him as soon as there is any activity and automatically traces the phone. Abby is editing a map about Márisa's whereabouts based on her cell phone records of the last few weeks."

"What are you and Ziva doing DiNozzo?"

"We watched the video footage from outside of Márisa's apartment complex. We didn't catch a glance at the faces of Manuel's kidnapper or his driver, but we got a picture of the license plate. We checked it out and found out that it was stolen. Ziva is currently talking to one of the local LEOs, they want to be involved and Ziva wants the surveillance videos from the night of the robbery."

"I know you would eventually see it my way. Thank you for your co-operation." Ziva told the guy on the other end of the line in a sickly sweet voice.

"DiNozzo, David, go pick up those videos. I'm going for coffee and will check on Abby and McGee on my way back."

A cup of coffee in his right hand, CafPow! in the other Gibbs strolled 35 minutes later back into NCIS head quarters. He was beyond annoyed because the new kid that was working at his favourite coffee shop had at first messed up his orders and then almost knocked over his precious coffee. As he headed into Abby's lab he saw to his surprise not only Tim and Abby but also Tony and Ziva leaning against a desk.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Gibbs my silver-haired fox." Abby threw her arms around his neck. "Like usually you are absolutely in time. I have just finished editing my map and Timmy is running the face of the guy who stole the license plates through our data base."

At this moment the computer behind her indicated that they had a match. "El jefe, you worked your magic, didn't you? I always wonder how you do that. I don't find anything till you come and then whoosh we get a hit."

"Abby" he interrupted her rambling. "What have you got?"

"The name of the guy who stole the plates is Simon Shawn. He has spent the last three years in prison because he had been arrested with drugs one too many times."

"Tony, Ziva, go pick him up. McGee..."

"Gi-ibbs, we are not done yet."

"Yeah Abby?"

"Márisa Sanchez has been at an abandoned warehouse at the south of DC several times over the last few weeks. She was there the day before her son went missing."

"Good work Abby. You and McGee will check any known associates of Simon Shawn while I will talk to the director for a warrant."

"Hello Jethro, what can I do for you?" Jenny eyed him warily. He had actually knocked on the door to her office and that was slightly disturbing, at least for her.

"I need a warrant for this warehouse." Gibbs handed her a paper with the address.

"Well go down to legal..."

"Jen, I hoped you could get me a warrant fast. Márisa Sanchez was there several times before her son was abducted, among others on the day before the kidnapping. Maybe you could talk to some of your friends?"

"So now my ass-kissing is greatly appreciated?"

"Come on Jen, this is the only lead we have concerning this little boy and we don't know how many time he has left."

He saw her eyes soften and knew he had won.

"Okay, I pull a few strings, call in a few favors, see what I can do. You should have your warrant in an hour at the latest."

spontaneously he leaned over her desk and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you Jen."

Then he was out of the door and she smiled, softly touching her cheek.

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