A/N: So here is the new chapter. I hope you will enjoy reading.

Chapter ten: The night before

"Agent Bailey? Do you hear me? What's going on there?" Ziva shouted almost hysterically into the mouthpiece of her phone. All she could hear was an eery silence and then desperate cries and the agent in charge at Jefferson's didn't answer anymore. "Agent Bailey, copy NOW!"

"Ziva, what has happened over there?" Abby's big green eyes were full of tears.

"I don't know for sure. When I called Bailey everything was fine. He said they would secure the doors and the windows of the hall and then he notified me that they were moving. Suddenly the guests hearable in the background panicked and Bailey didn't copy anymore."

"Officer David, this is Agent Bailey. Are you still there?"

Jefferson's hotel:

In a matter of seconds, Gibbs' brain had processed the situation for him. Most importantly he had to protect Jenny and keep her out of harm's way, then he could worry about the other guests. When he had completed the task at hand he could go on and catch the bloody bastard that momentarily threatened Jenny. Indeed not her in particular, but he absolutely did not care about semantics like this right now.

He pushed Jenny to the ground behind on of the tables that seemed to be positioned randomly around the room, then he ordered the rest of the guests to take cover behind them too. After that Gibbs waited a few seconds until the intruder was preoccupied by movements on the other side of the hall to run to the nearest wall and push himself flat against it. He could practically feel Jenny's eyes glued to his back and hoped to god she wouldn't do anything near as stupid as to follow him. Slowly and carefully he made his way along the wall over to who seemed to be the agent in charge.

"Why haven't you taken him out already?" He asked with just the slightest hint of anger in his voice.

"Who the hell are you? Go back and take cover behind one of the tables!" The man hissed back at him.

"Special Agent Jethro Gibbs, NCIS."

"Well then you should be familiar with Officer David who I have currently on the line telling me to take him down alive since he is important for an investigation of yours."

"Okay, so here's the plan: you move your men over there to the space in-between him and the guests so he cannot hurt or shoot them. While you are distracting him, I will move behind him and knock him to the ground. Clear?"

Agent Bailey didn't like taking orders from anyone, especially not from an elderly NCIS agent in a monkey suit who stood undubitable below him in the federal food chain, but he knew he had very little choice and if this went down the wrong way, he could always blame NCIS.

"Clear sir." He confirmed shortly.

Jenny Shepard was 100% sure that her ex-lover turned current lover wanted to give her a heart attack. Or a stroke. Or maybe both of it together. Why else did he have to get involved in this mess instead of leaning back and letting the FBI and Secret Service do their job?

She couldn't see him anymore momentarily when the agents formed a human shield between the shooter and the present politicians. She turned a little to the side so that she had eye contact again. He moved along the wall, an outsider amidst the agents but nevertheless blending in seamlessly because of his confident and purposeful attire. Her breathing hitched as he walked directly towards their aggressor and she swore if she made it out of there alive, she would kill him herself. How did he dare taking such a risk?

She griped her arm, hard, and her nails bored in it painfully. Jethro stood about five feet behind the man, his SIG in his hand. She could only pray he was as good at sneaking up on someone as Tony always claimed he was. Her heart hammered in her chest and she had a lump in her throat as he made slowly and deliberately his last steps towards the shooter. He lifted his arm up, ready to hit him to the ground.

He felt like someone was sneaking up on him, as lowly as a second shadow, so he couldn't hear him but knew instantly he was there. He spun around, faced the silver-haired guy, looked into his cerulean eyes and his world went black.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs more felt him moving than he actually saw him out of the corner of his eye. Before he even realised what he was doing, he had hit the man's temple with the handle of his gun. He was out of it immediately. Gibbs heard Agent Bailey talking to Ziva again and felt Jen coming towards him while he bent down to search the man's pockets for an ID. He squeezed Jenny's hand briefly as she touched his shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. When he found a wallet he got down to business again.

"What's his name?" Jenny asked from behind him.

"Gregory Lewis. I have Abby and McGee check him out as soon as we have him in custody."

A little while later, Jenny was calling SecNav to inform him of the situation that had taken place almost an hour ago, the team strolled into the ballroom.

"Nice tux boss. Didn't even know you owned one..."

"Oh come on Tony, the man has been divorced three times. He has to have a tux left from one of his marriages."

"DiNozzo, David, you are both begging for a headslap!"

"We didn't mean to make fun of you, right Ziva? It was harmless, just..."

*whack*

"Hey, what was that for Zee-vah?"

"Better you than me Tony..."

"Could the two of you just shut the hell up now? Take him into interrogation, we will let him stew the night. McGee, find out everything there is about Gregory Lewis."

"Gregory Lewis boss?"

"Yeah McGee. Did I stutter? Where is the problem?"

"No boss, not at all. It's just he was on this list Sanders gave us. The members of the terror cell, ya know? He was a Marine, dishonorable discharged a few years ago."

"Okay, check him again. Look for any real estates, houses, apartments where he could hide Márisa and Manolo Sanchez. I bet he has something to do with our case. This wasn't a coincidence!"

"You ready to go home now?"

"Yeah, you know in fact I was ready before your mobile even rang and Lewis came. Is Stanley already here?"

"Yeah, he is. Let me help you with your coat."

"So chivalry isn't dead yet?"

"Haha, very funny Jen. Come on, let's go."

It was cold on the streets of DC, mainly because it was January, but there was a particular icy chill in the air. So it was only naturally that she would stand as near to him as possible.

"Jen" he growled lowly as her body brushed against his lower half. At first the woman was a fucking tease all evening long, having let him see always just enough cleavage to keep him happy and touched him just enough to get him frustrated and then when they were only about twenty minutes away from her bed, she began to pull stunts like this. He was definitely fed up with it. If Stanley didn't come soon, he would screw her senseless against the car right in front of him.

"Jen" he warned her again as her hand trailed purposefully lower on his abdomen.

"Yes?" She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes innocently as if to conceal that her forest green eyes were darkened with arousal. She kissed him hard, hungry, lustful, all at once, gripping the lapels of his jacket for support and coaxing his mouth open. She let him hear an appreciating moan when their tongues met and a louder one as he felt up her breasts. He was about to lay her down on the trunk of the car when Stanley arrived. If he was surprised about the indecent posture his boss and her best agent were currently in, he didn't show it. He merely opened the door for them and helped them in, put up the divider and pulled out of the parking lot. He was discreet after all.

Back in the fond of the car, things got heated. Gibbs was kissing his way down Jenny's neck, determined to leave a mark. She returned the favor by grazing her teeth along his carotid artery down to the bottom of his neck. Before they could get too carried away Stanley announced they had pulled up in front of the brownstone.

They couldn't keep their hands of one another on the way from her car to the front porch, it had been just too long since they had last had this kind of physical contact. When they were inside he pushed her up against the door, his hand going instantly to her back searching for the zipper of her dress. It pooled around her feet, making her look unbelievable sexy. He pulled it down agonizingly slowly and touched every inch of skin he revealed in the progress. She seeked for his lips, capturing them between her own and nibbled softly on his bottom lip. He broke away from her for a moment to appreciate her appearance. Her crimson hair was a tangled mess, her lips were swollen from the kisses they had shared and her green eyes were full of longing and need.

"Jethro" she breathed hoarsely as she pushed him back a little and stepped out of her dress.

Jenny took his hand in hers, letting her thumb caress his knuckles briefly while she pulled him to the stairs. She blushed under his intense stare, he was clearly enjoying the view of her backside. He hadn't seen her in only her undergarments and stockings for a very long time. He picked her up bridal style, let his gaze linger on her green lace bra while he carried her up the stairs. He definitely wore too much for his liking and apparently for her's too as she began to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. She pushed it from his shoulders together with his jacket before her hands went to his belt. He laid her gently down on her bed, then he got rid of his trousers, shoes and socks.

He kissed the column of her neck, moved down to her collarbone and then along her sternum down to her belly button. He heard her sharp intake of breath when he continued further down before he brought his head back up to lick her hardened nipples through the thin lace of her bra. She arched her back, pressing her breast to his mouth as he sneaked a hand to her back, unclasping her bra.

He smirked smugly down at her. Her normally pale skin was flushed, her nipples accentuated and he could almost smell her arousal. Long and slowly flew out of the window.

He rolled her stockings down her thighs, one at a time, before he pulled at her green lace thong. She hissed angrily as he sent the item flying through the room but lost the ability to form a coherent thought soon after as he positioned himself above her and slid slowly into her.

Some time later as they had both reached their climax, she let her head rest on his chest and snuggled further up into his side. She pressed feather light kisses to his chest and neck, content to just lay there. He held her securely in his arms while he drew invisible patterns on her back as he heard her breathing evening out. He followed her to sleep soon after.

A/N: So that's it. Turns out it is a bit smuttier than I intended, but I think it was okay...

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