Muscle Spasm

Author: A'serene

Category: Romance, Humor

Rating: NC-17 - Adult

Contents: Jen and Gibbs fighting...as usual.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of it's characters I just borrow. A lot.

A/N: The beginning of a recent "The Closer" episode inspired this. It just screamed Jibbs.

For Verity...this was supposed to help her with her hangover.

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Jenny Shepard was laying on her side in her large king bed, along the edge closest to the window. Her side, her spot, with her hands underneath her head, sunlight beginning to sneak into the bedroom through the curtains she had barely remembered to close last night. She stretched out slight trying to go back to sleep when an arm fell around her waist pulling her against the warmth in the bed behind her.

"Hm..." she murmured. "Good morning." The arm around her waist tightened.

"Morning," his voice was gravely as she felt him nuzzle her neck affectionately. She turned towards him stealing an early morning kiss her hands tangling through his hair. "Very good morning," he said pulling her on top of him. She let out a quiet laugh before pressing kisses down his throat. He wrapped his arms tight around her slipping underneath the camisole she'd put on late last night. He pulled it up over her head tossing it across the room before pulling her back into a kiss. She shifted against him smiling against his lips as she felt the automatic response to her movements. "Jen..."

"Yes Jethro?" She inquired innocently letting her hands wander down his chest to his boxers. She carefully pulled them out of her way, straddling him and leaning down to nip at his earlobe. He'd been hoping she would try that because he gripped her shoulders and rolled her so he was on top of her. His hands trailed down her arms and sides sliding the lace item covering her off. He kissed down her chest, one hand taking her hands and pining them above her head. She arched into his touch her breast brushing against him, as he placed delicate kisses to them. "Jethro..." her voice had become breathy and impatient as she bucked her hips against his hand.

"Give up?" He asked as her wrists continued to twist in his grip.

"Hm...I'll surrender," she agreed tilting her head up and kissing him deeply before breaking away to gasp air as he entered her. "For now."

"We'll see." He moved gently within her feeling her move with him as she always had. She wrapped her long, silky legs around him pulling him closer to her. "Don't be gentle Jethro," she whispered. "Be good."

"Jenny..." he gasped as she tightened her grip on him. Her hands run up and down his back caressing him, encouraging him. He brought them both over the edge and collapsed on top of her.

"Hm...good way to start our weekend off," she sighed dreamily. He chuckled lightly moving off her and pulling her to his side.

"Forty-eight hours of no interruptions, little or big," he agreed kissing her lightly. They'd only been back together for a few months and while they'd been lovers before the newness of the relationship was still very much present and they treasured it. It was their own secret, that they knew the team suspected but couldn't prove and they liked it that way.

"Hm...I like the sound of that," she whispered in his ear.

"So breakfast in bed?" He inquired moving slightly.

"You're going to make me breakfast in bed?"

"Well you can't cook," he teased.

"Jethro!"

"Kidding," he defended kissing the dimples on her cheeks. "Kidding."

"Better be, you didn't complain when I made chocolate strawberries."

"Hm...that sounds like a good breakfast." She got up as he did pulling back on her underwear and camisole as he pulled on his boxers. "You don't have to get up too," he reminded.

"We could always christen the kitchen," she remarked suggestively bouncing up on the bed as he stood in front of it. "Or the living room, piano bench..." she trialed off as he lifted her into his arms her ankles locking around him.

"Or the patio..." he drawled kissing her collarbone.

"Or the car," she bit back.

"Your desk."

"Your desk."

"In the middle of the bullpen?" He asked somewhat surprised.

"We've done it before," she reminded kissing along his jaw line.

"Ten years ago."

"We also did it in the Director's office then too."

"Hm...but not with it being your desk, seems a bit different don't you think?" She wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"You are all talk..." She was muffled as he pushed her up against the wall on the landing.

"I'll show you talk..." he replied kissing her hard, his tongue meeting to duel hers. He continued down the stairs being careful not to drop them both. He felt a twinge in his back as they reached the door to her study.

"Hm...my father's desk," she guessed.

"You never complained before." He kissed down her throat, sucking gently on the spot below her ear.

"Jethro..." Her breath hitched as he attacked the sensitive spot. He felt another twinge in his back and then pain flaring straight up his spine. "Jethro!" She shrieked as they both toppled to the ground him trying to prevent her from getting hurt at the same time reaching for his back. "Jethro!"

"I'm okay," he gasped feeling her quickly move from underneath him and helping him to his back. "Just an old injury."

"Oh Jethro," she sighed gently cupping his cheek. "Are you sure?"

"Yea it's just from the explosions...nothing big, be gone in a minute," he assured and she cursed as she heard a vibrating. "You better get that."

"No I'll just let it go..."

"It's probably Cynthia." She sighed getting up and dashing to the kitchen to grab her cell phone.

"God damnit!" He heard a minute later followed by the pitter-patter of her feet against the floor.

"Something wrong?"

"Oh there's some classified file a team needs for their case, it won't take long," she promised. "I'll be right back." She ran upstairs pulling on a wrap around dress and putting a clip in her hair before coming back down. "This won't take long, are you sure you're okay?" She asked again kneeling beside him. Jethro ran his hand up her thigh.

"It'll be gone in a little bit and I'll go upstairs and wait for you, let's meet shall we say around noon?" He suggested as she leaned down.

"Hm...Noon is perfect." She kissed him deeply before regretfully pulling away. "I'll be back soon." He nodded hearing the door close and lock moments later. He stretched out carefully adjusting his head on the pillow she had put out for him.

"Ow," he moaned trying to move. Looks like I'll be here for a bit.

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Jenny walked into the squad room to find one of the minor teams waiting for her. Two of the agents were working at their computers, a third was pacing in front of the desk area and the leader was arguing on the catwalk with one of the MTAC technicians. Cynthia had spotted her first and flew down the stairs to her side.

"Director I'm so sorry for bothering you on your day off but..."

"It's alright Cynthia," Jenny assured. "Gentlemen, there a problem here?"

"Director, we can't access the transmission he wants," the MTAC technician informed.

"Do you need an access code?"

"No ma'am," the leader responded. "It's a tape recording from the FBI."

"FBI? What does that have to do with your case?"

"Apparently the suspect is an informant," the leader answered.

"Great," she muttered.

"Director," one of the other agents called. "I can get the tape recording through other channels if we need it and we can be out of here by noon."

"I would love to be out of here by noon, but we do not need any problems with the FBI than we already have!"

"Very well Director," the team leader responded glancing at his team who restrained themselves from commenting on why there were issues with the FBI in the first place. Jenny retreated to her office followed by Cynthia who put a call in to the Director of the FBI while Jenny called her house phone before hanging up and calling his cell. Last thing she needed was someone to be listening to her answering machine. His phone went to voice mail after a few rings.

"Jethro...I guess you must have gone back to sleep. It looks like this is going to take some time; the FBI is giving me the run around. So I was hoping that we could still be on for tonight. I'll call you in a bit," she said before hanging up.

"Director, the Director of the FBI on line one," Cynthia announced through the intercom.

"Thank you Cynthia."

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Five hours later she was no closer to getting anything accomplished and more and more tapes were coming to light as the day progressed. She was getting frustrated and finally decided to sneak out for lunch. She told Cynthia she'd be back in a bit, and snuck out of headquarters and raced back to her home for a bit. She came in the front door and went to run up the stairs calling out for her lover.

"Jethro..."

"Jenny you're back?" He called. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and glanced at the study.

"Jethro?"

"In the study," he groaned. She bolted in and fell to her knees beside him.

"Oh Jethro, I thought you said you'd be better soon."

"Well...it's just taking longer than I thought."

"Do you want some pain killers? Maybe I should call Ducky?" She tried.

"No. I'm fine really. It's just taking a bit more time than I was expecting," he responded giving her a good Gibbs' glare.

"Jethro I realize how much you hate this, but the fact that you're not even struggling to move tells me how much pain you're in."

"I'm fine Jen," he repeated. She nodded.

"Well if you're going to be like this, you may as well be able to do something right?" She said grabbing a blanket from the divan in the study and helping him move on to it. She then proceeded to drag him to her living room and fluffed up some pillows from the couch before handing him the TV remote. "Here you go."

"Thanks," he said gruffly. "You have to go back?"

"Hm...yea the FBI is trying to ruin my weekend," she sighed.

"Oh, no fun."

"I'll leave your phone and A glass of bourbon."

"How about the bottle?"

"No Jethro," she warned. "We both said we'd try remember?"

"But only when we're together and you're..."

"No guilt Jethro," she replied kissing him. "I'll be home soon." He watched her disappear and heard the front door close and lock again. He reached for his cell phone and pressed speed dial seven and waited for the phone to ring.

"Fornell."

"What the hell is the FBI doing interfering in NCIS cases?"

"Hello to you too Jethro."

"Answers Tobias."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're withholding evidence crucial to an NCIS investigation," he informed.

"Oh really?" He heard Tobias sigh. "Funny my Director just called me with those exact words from your director. Is she having you fight her battles all of a sudden?"

"Its investigation, she's taking to long," he lied.

"I thought it was your weekend off?" Tobias began sounding rather suspicious.

"I don't take days off Tobias."

"Fine, fine, I'll see what I can do, but only because I'm sure you're Director will start resorting to physical threats."

"Well that's Jenny for you," Gibbs responded with a chuckle. The phone clicked and Gibbs smiled turning on the TV flipping through channels. He was expecting her to be home any minute after the phone call but it wasn't to be. He called her but her phone went to voicemail and Cynthia said she was in a meeting when he called her office. He assumed something else had come up and wondered if she was even going to make it home that night. He closed his eyes resting for a bit and falling into a light sleep trying to get his back to recover so he could finish what they'd started that morning and spend the rest of their weekend catching up.

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Around nine that night Jenny managed to slip back into her house taking off her high heels and going to check in on Jethro. He was asleep, the TV playing the background, him sprawled out on his back. She got a blanket off the couch and tossed it over him moving into the kitchen looking for a drink. She sighed after a minute and starred at Jethro from the doorway. She just wanted to sleep she was so tired but at the same time she didn't want to leave him alone. She knew how painful these back spasms could be and she wanted to take care of him. Jenny ran up the stairs quietly pulling on a pair of pajamas before grabbing her pillows and coming back downstairs making sure the whole house was locked up and the alarm set just like he always did before he joined her. She lay down beside him, making sure the blanket covered her too and curled up next to him wrapping an arm around his waist and putting her head close to his.

"Jenny?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Go back to sleep Jethro, I'm right here," she replied.

"No sleep," he muttered twisting to his side and wrapping his arms around her.

"Jethro you shouldn't be moving like this, you'll hurt yourself more."

"Be fine in the morning," he promised.

"If you're not Ducky gave me some pills," she told him.

"Ducky?"

"Hm...if you get to call Fornell just so I can come home early, I get to tell Ducky."

"He'll know."

"He already knew Jethro...apparently he a nanny cam in the autopsy," she snorted.

"Nanny cam?"

"A hidden camera."

"So the other night..."

"Hm mm..."

"On the table he..."

"Oh yes."

"You did get a copy of that right?"

"I destroyed the camera and managed to find out that Ducky has a nice lady friend who would appreciate certain parts of his anatomy and he begged me not to make good on my threats." She could feel him grinning against her shoulder as he pressed kisses to the bare skin.

"That's my Jenny," he laughed lightly. She jabbed him lightly. "Okay, okay. I'm sure the good doctor wouldn't have done anything drastic. Except maybe make a few comments to me, but he does that on a regular basis so nothing to worry about."

"He did mention that Abby put cameras in the elevators."

"That would be something to worry about, I'll make sure they disabled first thing Monday," he assured spooning closer to her.

"Jethro," she drawled his name out in warning.

"You could take the lead..."

"Or we could sleep..." She turned over to face him hearing his grumbling. "I'd rather you recover, we're not as young as we once were."

"Hm...is that a dig?"

"A statement of fact. I don't even think I could do what we did then."

"Wanna bet?" He taunted. She looked at him curiously.

"After your completely recovered, I'll bet you anything you want."

"Anything huh?"

"Anything."

"Well when I'm completely recovered I'd say we try and beat our old record."

"Our record was six Jethro!" He tapped her nose affectionately before kissing her lovingly.

"We can make it to seven."

"You're on," she agreed with a challenging grin. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and she returned the favor feeling the spasms in his back. "Oh Jethro..."

"It really doesn't hurt to bad, and I have the best medicine for it right here," he said holding her and kissing her.

"You'll take the meds in the morning if it's not better."

"Okay."

"And for the record Jethro..."

"Hm?"

"I would be more than happy to lose our bet," she whispered kissing him goodnight before settling her head on his chest and listening to the sound of his heart beat as they both drifted to sleep.

THE END