Only With You
- Chapter 14 - The End of the Days -
"Well isn't this nice Ziva, you, me and the Mansons," Tony commented as they got off the helicopter at NCIS head quarters.
"I don't believe that is there last name Tony," Ziva corrected, Tony just sighed. "But yes its pleasant."
"Is that because Gibbs gave you the rattle ‘em command?" Tony inquired curious, he was a bit scared of the Mossad agent.
"Well he didn't not say I could kill them," Ziva responded almost grinning with glee. "Although in this case, I would almost enjoy...ah questioning them."
"Yea...I'll be sure to shut the monitors off." He pulled Russ from the helicopter just a little been harder than he should have. "Course I really wouldn't mind to just line ‘em up right now."
"Yes but in America you are innocent until prove guilty," Russ commented amused.
"Yea and then once we know you're guilty we can fry you, good thing we know you're guilty for at least assaulting a federal officer, and other federal officers don't take kindly to that."
"They never identified themselves!" Lynna hissed coming out as Ziva all but let her fall from the helicopter.
"They had no reason to, until you pulled weapons on them."
"In which case it was too late, but I'm sure they identified themselves when we cuffed you, right Ziva?"
"I do remember Jenny uttering NCIS."
"Yep there you go," Tony said. "NCIS 2, baddies 0." They escorted them down to interrogation and set out pads of papers with multiple pens. "NCIS finest quarters, please write down everything you did in a logical and grammatically correct state. Should you need any ‘help' remembering your exploits, Officer David will assist you."
"You don't even know we did it!" Lynna protested.
"Actually we do," Ziva answered tossing some photos on the table. "We have your photos on security tapes, we have forensic evidence, and the fact you kidnapped two of our own agents."
"Yea, the eyewitness is kinda hard to dispute," Tony commented idly. "Tough break guys."
"Can we get a deal?" Russ questioned.
"Yea...you're funny," Tony responded chuckling.
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McGee tiredly placed his gun and badge down on the desk. He needed a huge cup of coffee and...he paused in that thought. Maybe Gibbs has telepathic powers after all; he thought convinced his boss was probably thinking the same thing. Whatever his boss was thinking, he noticed he wasn't doing it in the squad room. Gibbs and the Director had left before he had, and should be back to NCIS by now.
"Probie, you look awful," Tony chipperly informed.
"Tony."
"He is right McGee, you do not look well," Ziva agreed. He startled as Ziva appeared just behind his shoulder. "Scared of something McGee?"
"No, just tired, did Gibbs and the Director make it back alright?" He questioned.
"Uh yea, they're back," Tony answered.
"What happened?"
"Let's put it this way Probie, I think I'm more scared of Gibbs and the Director then Ziva."
"What?"
"They kicked us out of the observation room," Ziva said sighing like a child whose toy had been taken away.
"McGee! You're back!" Abby's loud squeal was an indicator of her throwing her weight into McGee who caught her and tried to stay put.
"Hi Abby."
"McGee you are never allowed to lose Gibbs and the Director again!" She scolded swatting him with her hand.
"Abigail," Ducky chided joining the group. Abby looked slightly remorseful. "Now Tony you mentioned Jethro was back?"
"Oh yea they're ‘talking' to the killers." Ducky led the group back to observation, Tony and Ziva protesting the whole way back. Ducky opened the door and they filed in to find Russ and Lynna cuffed to chairs in separate rooms, Jenny with Lynna, Gibbs with Russ, and each had an eerily similar smirk in their lips. "You think she learned it from him?"
"Shh!" Ziva snapped listening as Abby read the lips. They watched in surprise as Jenny and Gibbs both yanked open their respective doors and disappeared into the hallway.
"Think they planned that?" McGee asked. Ducky shook his head. "Creepy."
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"Well?" Gibbs asked as the redhead in front of him pulled the door behind her closed.
"Short of me really, really wanting to strangle her, nothing."
"Ziva and Tony said they signed confessions."
"They're not going to fry a pregnant woman."
"Got results on that too," Gibbs informed holding paperwork he'd taken from Abby's lab. "She's not pregnant."
"No?"
"No."
"Well that's interesting," Jenny sighed, she turned back to go into the room. "Care to play good cop?" He followed. "Lynna I have some disappointing news."
"Let me guess, Russ here told your lover that it was all my idea cause I didn't want to jeopardize the baby."
"Was it your idea?" Gibbs questioned.
"No!"
"Ah well then you'll be happy to hear he's taking credit for it," Gibbs informed.
"But that's not the disappointing news," Jenny continued.
"Oh really?"
"You're not pregnant, sorry."
"I miscarried during your harsh treatment!"
"No, sadly you were never pregnant at all," Jenny repeated, not sounding very apologetic. "So why the lie?" Lynna glanced away. "I will only ask you once, then I will ask Russ."
"It was for Russ, we thought about heading to the
"Keep talking."
"I didn't want to go through all the hassle, so we were going to get a baby."
"And killing couples was supposed to help you with this?"
"We wanted to set up a serial killer, whose last victims would have had a beautiful baby that was taken. When someone else was caught the baby would have been labeled dead. No one would suspect."
"None of the couples you murdered had a baby."
"Oh no, they're still alive, like I said the last couple to be killed."
"Then why target us?"
"You were to close to becoming a success couple, we needed to get rid of you then we could wait and bide our time."
"Who was the couple Lynna?" Jenny demanded.
"Your friends, Steve and Maria." Jenny felt momentarily proud of herself and she glanced at Gibbs knowing he was feeling the same relief.
"You're never going to hurt another person where you're going," Jenny said. She opened the door and left the room followed by Gibbs. They stepped into the observation; Gibbs hoping for a minute alone but realizing that would wait when he spotted his entire team.
"Thought I told you two to take a hike," he said to Tony and Ziva.
"Yea well Probie here..." WHACK. "Good to have you back Boss."
"Go get them out of here," he ordered turning to find Abby had thrown her arms around Jenny clutching to her.
"Can't breathe Abby."
"Sorry Director, I'm just..."
"Yea Abby, I'm happy to see you too."
"Good work Abbs," Gibbs praised coming alongside them. "Back to your lab." She trudged off following the others, leaving behind just Ducky who watched the two in front of him suspiciously.
"Well as usual you two came out of this smelling like daisies," he commented. "It never ceases to amaze me."
"Ducky," Gibbs warning tone was enough for the old man to fade off.
"Well anyway, Mr. Palmer has assured me that Duke will make a full recovery and be back to new in just a few days. He's resting comfortably in your office, Director."
"Thank you Ducky."
"And Cynthia is..."
"Director!" Cynthia's relived voice came from the doorway and Jenny turned to face her loyal assistant.
"Is the Agency still intact Cynthia?"
"Yes Director, but SecNav wants to speak with you," she informed seeming to calm down at the sight of her boss.
"Well tell SecNav I will be right there."
"And Director there's a dog in your office."
"Yes Cynthia, that's Duke, he'll be joining us."
"Of course Director." Jenny nodded her head giving the young woman the okay to leave and Ducky took the hint as well leaving the two old partners alone.
"Well duty calls," she sighed, not really wanting to just walk away without some kind of discussion.
"Yea," he agreed, not really wanting to let her out of his sight. He kissed her forehead gently, knowing that if he were to even think of touching his lips to hers he'd be taking a huge risk. "So maybe dinner?"
"That sounds..." she was interrupted by her cell phone ringing just as his started to buzz.
"Director..."
"Gibbs..." They leaned their foreheads against each other as they listened to the problems they had to go fix, knowing they only thing they wanted at that moment was to go to sleep, preferably curled up around each other.
"Sometimes I wonder who's really in charge, me or Cynthia."
"DiNozzo's worse, trust me," he said. "So..."
"Call me," she whispered against his lips before leaving the room quickly the Director façade falling into place around her. He made it to the squad room just in time to see her disappear into her office.
But he didn't call her. At least not for anything special except to tell her voicemail that his team had been called on to another case, she'd responded an hour later saying she was stuck in MTAC for an emergency briefing on Interpol terrorists. Throughout the week they only managed to exchange conversations with each other's voice mail. Jethro had tried to bring her dinner one night only to find out she'd be escorted to the White House for a meeting with the joint chiefs and other agency directors. She waited till about two one morning trying to catch him in the squad room only to find out later that morning from Cynthia that his team had left out of town to gather evidence from another crime scene. From one thing to another, till two weeks had passed and Jenny was wondering if this was worth her sanity. She had caught just the briefest glance of him heading for the elevator to autopsy and was about to follow when Cynthia had caught her and told her there was something urgent in MTAC. Jethro too was starting to get frustrated, he didn't think she was avoiding him, but he also knew she was insanely busy. Did he really want to have to share her with so many other people?
As the end of week two came to a close the team was starting to realize that something was not right. They had gone through the usual symptoms for the Director and even Tony had agreed it was not her monthly madness. It was something else and the fact that the same symptoms were present in Gibbs made them all seriously consider the odds of it being connected. It was Abby who concocted the brilliant plan late one afternoon while they were waiting on some DNA processing.
"I have it!"
"The evidence? Great Abbs Gibbs will..."
"Not that! A plan!"
"A plan?" McGee echoed.
"For what?" Tony inquired.
"Well Mommy and Daddy have been acting different right?"
"They are acting like spoiled children who aren't getting what they want," Ziva concluded.
"Exactly, well I have an idea."
"And what is this idea?" Tony pressed.
"I decorated their ‘house' to make it look believable, well I haven't undecorated it and I don't think they ever got their stuff from it so I was thinking I could tell Gibbs..."
"Tell me what Abbs? That you got a match?"
"My babies are working as fast as they can Gibbs, but no, what I was going to tell you is that I never undecorated that house you were using during your undercover thing.
"Oh, I'll handle it Abbs, if we ever close this case, which will be when your machine..." The green light and the beeping made everyone in the room exhale deeply. "Let's go!" he ordered his team pausing only to kiss Abby's cheek. "Good work Abbs."
"I am good," she beamed after he left. It was just moments later when she heard the floor ding again. "Gibbs its your job to..."
"Is Gibbs in here?" Came the anxious voice of one Director Jenny Shepard.
"Oh sorry Director, you just missed him."
"Damnit!" It was muffled but Abby knew she heard that curse. Jenny waved and turned to leave, Abby pausing a minute before chasing after her.
"Director I forgot!"
"What is it Abby?"
"The house...well not your house, but the house you had for the cover, I never undecorated...rather your stuff is still there and..."
"I'll take care of it, thank you Abby." She waved to the Goth as the elevator door closed, before bowing her head. "So damn close." She checked the squad room but found that he and his team were gone. She sighed again and retreated back to her office. She had finally managed to finish all her work at a reasonable hour and he had left already. She had sent Cynthia home to prevent interruptions but apparently that backfired. She opened her office door and grabbed her coat and purse and keys. "C'mon Duke, looks like it's just you and me."
The dog whimpered lightly but came over and rubbed against Jenny's legs enjoying the pat she gave him. She clipped the lead to his collar and led him downstairs and out to the garage. She let Duke hop in her town car first before gracefully sitting down and telling her drive to take her home. As much as she wanted to go to Gibbs' house she wasn't sure he'd be open to seeing her there and she couldn't very well tell her driver to take her there. When she walked into her house she glanced around with faint hope that maybe he'd stopped by or was waiting for her to get home, but a through search of the house revealed nothing.
"Well Duke, want to go for a walk?" He picked up a tennis ball and dropped it at her feet. "Oh we can't go to the park, not now." She had made a deal with her security that she would not wander far from the house outside. But a fenced in yard we could go to, she thought remembering what Abby had said about the cover house. She grabbed her warm coat and dug a sleeping bag out of her closet from when she used to go camping. She wasn't sure if the linens would still be on the bed, and as much as she could do laundry she didn't want to wash away his scent. She grabbed her car keys. "C'mon Duke, we're going on a trip."
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He'd gone all the way to the take out place that he knew did her favorite steak and waited for forty minutes for some. He wasn't too worried. He'd hoped she'd heard he'd left and would try to slip away or at the very least he realized she would have to go home eventually and he was going to wait there for her. This limbo between them was driving him nuts. While he realized he would have to share her, she would still be his, still come home to him, and that worked for him, because in turn he would be hers and come home to her. Having to share her was a small enough sacrifice.
He pulled into her house and found the spare key with little trouble. He checked over the house, half expecting to be mauled by Duke. Yet no one was there, not even Noemi. He checked the house thoroughly, resisting the urge to bury his head in her pillows. He'd wait. He placed dinner in the oven to keep it warm, but noticed what was out of place. One of her drawers in the kitchen was slightly open. He pulled it open to find her keys for all sorts of things. Her office keys were there but as he searched he realized her car keys were missing. He checked the garage and sure enough found it empty. Without thinking he pulled out his phone and dialed Ziva.
"David."
"Ziva, have you spoken to the Director?"
"Not today no, but... Abby don't touch that!" He heard.
"Is Abby with you?"
"Yes, here talk to her," Ziva handed off the phone.
"Yea Gibbs?"
"Have you seen the Director today?"
"Oh yea, funny thing, she missed you by like a minute and half, she must have some psychic thing too right?"
"Abbs did she say where she might be going?"
"Um...back to her office? Though I did mention to her that the house hadn't been undone and she said she'd take care of it."
"Did you say we were off?"
"Um...can't remember, sorry Gibbs, it was a few Caff-Pows ago."
"Abby, you are cutting back on those starting next week," he sighed hanging up the phone. Well it would be a long shot but he grabbed dinner put it in the car, drove to his house, just to make sure she hadn't gone by there and upon finding it empty, grabbed his old warn sleeping bag and figured he'd go camp out in the cover house.
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"Abby how do you know this plan will work?" Tony questioned kinda concerned now, he after all had heavily invested in it.
"Simple really," the Goth replied.
"Nothing is ever simple when it comes to them."
"Well I know where they each are at this precise second, and Gibbs is heading straight for the Director."
"How do you know that?" Ziva asked.
"Abby you didn't," McGee sighed. The Goth continued to smile.
"Abigail?" Ducky queried.
"Okay so I may have put a GPS tracker on Gibbs car and in his wallet...and the Director is still wearing the bracelet."
"The batteries on that should have died by now!" McGee reminded.
"Well I may have replaced it..." Abby hinted.
"Should we just pay you now?" Tony grumbled. Abby held out her hands.
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Jenny entered the house after letting Duke run around for a bit. He trailed her in and flopped down on the rug in the living room. She ran her hands down her arms. It was cold; she went to turn on the heat and then decided to light a fire. Figuring she might as well have one room warm. She sorted through the fridge, food was pretty much gone, they hadn't exactly stocked up. She then checked over the rest of the house, everything was clear but as she walked in the bedroom she felt a smile grace her face. She glanced around briefly and knowing Duke was downstairs jumped onto the bed and buried her head in the pillows. She could barely detect his scent, but she did find a bottle of bourbon sitting on the nightstand.
"Well thank you Jethro," she grinned, taking a brief sip of the amber liquid and letting it warm her. The coldness of the room finally got to her and the crackling of firewood brought her back down to the living room. Duke was curled up on the couch and raised his head momentarily to look at her. She smiled at him and turned back the kitchen. "Must have coffee."
Just as the coffee was finishing she heard what sounded like car tires on the driveway. She momentarily paused listening again and was then aware of Duke's growl. She reached for her gun when she realized she had left it in the glove box of her car. Damnit! She noticed the door to the basement and quietly moved to it. She realized Duke was at her side ready to defend her.
"Shh boy, come on." She led him down the steps pulling the door closed quietly behind her. She ran to the mirror door running her hand on the way for the keypad. She found it and quickly tried to think. "Come on...code...2...2 what?" She tried to think through it hearing the front door open. "Shh Duke!" She hissed to the dog at her feet. 2-29-91, maybe? She typed it in and was relived the door moved. Thank you God.
She and Duke quickly moved inside and she sealed the door moving to the monitors her phone already in her hand ready to hit speed dial one. She froze mid movement as she noticed the security camera from the kitchen. She fiddled around and got it to zoom in and watched the figure move from the kitchen to the living room. Jethro? She studied the figure again, positive again in her identification. She watched as he reached in his pocket and found his phone, a second later hers beeped. She smirked and hit ignore.
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He pulled into the driveway feeling his heart leap at seeing her car already there. He grabbed dinner and his stuff going straight into house, calling out gently knowing she was likely to have her gun trained on the intruder or Duke ready to pounce.
"Jenny?" There was no answer. He was curious at that, she could be waiting e grabbed dinner and his stuff going straight into house, calling out gently knowing she was likely to have her gun trained on the intruder or Duke ready to pounce.
"Jenny?" There was no answer. He was curious at that, she could be waiting to surprise him, or she wasn't actually here. As he wandered into the kitchen and then back to the living room he noticed stuff laid out. If she had left she had only left minutes ago, he was convinced he could still smell her perfume. He grabbed his phone and hit speed dial one hearing only two rings before her voice mail. She'd ignored his call. He thought he heard something behind him but glanced and found nothing. He decided to check the upstairs, maybe it bothered her sleeping, he guessed. He felt the anxiousness seep into him as he opened the bedroom door and was severely disappointed to find the bed empty. He sat down holding her pillow for a second while trying to think what she might do. If she didn't know who it was, would she wait and fight or would she hide? Well hide, especially if she didn't have her weapon, but where would she hide? Some place where she could observe the situation. And it hit him. Panic Room. He practically bolted down the stairs and slid to a stop inside the kitchen as his mind caught up to what his eyes were seeing. "Jenny?" He watched her stand up from where she had been leaning over the oven and turned slowly around, eerily similar to a way she had moved once nearly three years ago.
"Hello Jethro." He swore to himself that if he had ever had the chance to repeat her first five minutes as director he would have pinned her in that chair and kissed her till he was the only thing on her mind. He decided that this was close enough and stalked forward. He saw momentary confusion filter through her eyes and she backed up till she was against the counter.
"Hi Jenny," he greeted and then leaned down and kissed her, hard. He tangled one hand in her hair, wrapping the other around her back pressing her closer to him as he felt her wrap her arms around his neck holding herself in the kiss. She kissed him back, her tongue darting out to meet his and taste the inside of his mouth as he tasted hers. The kiss only increased in passion as they branded each other with their lips. He could taste the coffee mixed with bourbon in her mouth and kept tasting it like he would his favorite coffee in the entire world. He came to conclusion right then and there that she was his favorite coffee in the entire world.
Jenny had felt her knees give way as his lips met hers. She felt her whole body warm up as heat traveled from his lips down her throat and throughout her body. She had wrapped her arms around his neck to support herself against him and to deepen the kiss that was slowly stealing her breath away. She didn't care that her chest hurt from her lungs trying to gasp oxygen, she didn't care that she felt dizzy; she just didn't want him to leave her arms again. She felt the kiss dimming in its intensity and turn gentle and then he paused in his kiss pulling away before coming right back and taking her mouth at a different angle and he repeated it till the kisses faded off as they both stood wrapped up in each other breathing heavily. She felt his finger trace her cheek gently and met his intense blue-eyed gaze with her sparkling green eyes.
"So much better than a voicemail," he whispered. She chuckled softly.
"Oh yea," she agreed, her chest not nearly in as much pain as oxygen filled her blood. "You brought food," she commented.
"Food later," he replied pulling her close again.
"Food now, we both haven't eaten in at least a day."
"You haven't eaten in at least day?" He echoed concerned, and trying to get her mind off his eating habits.
"I've been working and you haven't eaten either, so no whining."
"Jenny, you have to take care of..." She put her hand on his mouth.
"Eat now, or I won't share my sleeping bag with you," she threatened.
"I have my own sleeping bag."
"Which doesn't sleep two people."
"Neither does yours!" He protested. "There's a perfectly good bed..."
"That room is an icebox, I'm sleeping in my extra wide sleeping bag."
"You'll be cold," he whined.
"I'll live." She pulled away from him and grabbed dinner from the oven. He helped getting plates and pouring some coffee slugging it a little with bourbon. They sat down at the kitchen table that Duke had found his way under and ate. He could feel her eyes on him, watching. He could sense her hesitancy and wondered if it had anything to do with his.
"Jen."
"Hm?"
"Got something to say?" She shrugged her shoulders as if that was a definitive answer. "Jen, no more secrets remember?"
"We're living a secret Jethro," she reminded. He figured she had a point on that, but he was willing to try if she was.
"We're good at that."
"And there's a hundred reasons why we shouldn't," she said almost angrily. He really hated the fact she could practical. It was good in an agent and Director but bad in a lover, how incredibly paradoxical.
"We'll leave work at work."
"Can you do that?" She inquired sounding a little doubtful. He looked thoughtful for a moment considering what she said. He knew they were both incredibly stubborn people and they fought on a regular basis, but he liked to think that maybe he learned something from dare he say it a marriage counselor.
"I'll try," he said honestly and she smiled. It was the best he could give her and she knew that. "If you try too."
"I will, and maybe we should go out and do stuff."
"Yea, and we'll work on talking things out," he agreed.
"Yea communication we need to work on, verbal communication anyway," she hinted.
"Right, and while we work on that, we can do what we know we're good at."
"We were good at the other stuff too, it just got...lost."
"We'll get it back," he said taking her hand across the table rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, the brief gesture was enough to ease away all her worries. So what if she was the Director, Directors were allowed to have lives too. He tried to get up but felt a warm mass on his feet. "Yep you, me and Duke."
"Sounds like some awful movie."
"Probably," he agreed. "DiNozzo must be rubbing off."
"God I hope not," she teased. "Hey Duke?" She called softly to the dog. He trotted over to her side and sat in front of her. "Want a treat?"
He barked.
"Of course you do, here's the deal, you leave us alone and you can have your treat now."
"Jenny he's not going to understand you."
"Obviously you haven't spoken to Abby, watch and learn Jethro." He watched as she walked him around the perimeter of the living room blocking his every attempt to go in it, he finally got the hint and sat in the main hall. She handed him a rawhide bone, which he took and darted up stairs. They heard him jump on to the bed in the guest bedroom. "See, he won't bug us till tomorrow."
"So about that sleeping bag?" He questioned stepping up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck.
"Maybe with the injuries we should..."
"Jenny," his voice a warning she recognized all to well.
"I'll get some more coffee."
"I'll lock up the house." They parted ways and he came back minutes later to find his sleeping bag spread out on the floor, hers on top with their pillows sitting there and Jenny sitting at the edge of the on sleeping bag starring at the fire cradling her mug of coffee. He sat down next to her and she scooted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. He carefully wrapped an arm around her, pulling her even closer. Pressing a kiss to her temple. He caught the faint smile that graced her face. "Hey." He nudged her.
"Hm?"
"You remember that place in the
"Before or after I took a round."
"Before, that hotel we were staying in."
"The one with the enormous fireplace?"
"That's the one, and the animal fur rugs..." he drifted off losing himself in the memories of pressing her down to the fur, something incredibly primitive had taken over him as he took her that time. She smiled at him lost in his memories. It was a look she had grown accustomed to over the last few years, but his close proximity meant she knew it didn't have to just be a memory. She placed her bourbon mug down on the coffee table behind them before taking his and placing it there as well. He was momentarily confused having been jerked from his memories as she removed the mug from his hand. He glanced at her and found a fire burning inside her emerald green eyes. She turned slightly facing him more, and placed her other arm around him using her weight and his off balance to push him to the floor, where they found themselves chest-to-chest and lip-to-lip. She had started to kiss him just as she had shifted her weight to knock him down and his automatic response to catch her played right into her plan. His free arm had wrapped around her holding her on top of him as she teasingly kissed him.
He met each of her kisses with hunger, that soon had her pressing her mouth harder to his her tongue dueling with his. His hands had wandered from her hair down her curves to her back and the edge of her top. He slipped his hand underneath it trailing back up her back as he felt her hands trail down his chest to the buttons on his shirt slowly opening each of them. She shifted backwards slightly to kiss each little piece of skin the open buttons removed. He turned left his hands steady so that as she slipped downward her shirt was pulled upward and finally she let her hands pause to pull it off completely before quickly returning to his task and adding his shirt to hers. She ran her hands over the skin of his chest enjoying its feel before plastering herself to him, stretching out to get the most skin-to-skin contact. He reached up her back and undid her bra pushing her away just to remove it before pulling her back. He loved her breasts, but he also loved her as close as she could be, which he reasoned was still closer. He slid his hands down to her waist reaching between them to undo the fly and button. She shimmed out of them and helped him get rid of his, adding their last bit of clothing to the pile before stretched out against him again.
He rolled her over gently to her back and kissed down her throat paying special attention to the place behind her ear. He ran his hands down her body again, enjoying the way she arched into his touch. He was surprised when she shifted them so they were lying on their sides and she could touch just as he could.
"Not fair Jenny..."
"How is it fair that you only get to touch?" She queried kissing the center of his chest as her hands trailed lower, stroking him slightly. He stilled her hand.
"Jen..." he groaned.
"Hm?" She continued kissing his bare skin and finally he gave up holding her hand still. When she was determined to do something, nothing, not even his own strength would stop her. Didn't mean he couldn't continue to distract her. He trailed his hands down her creamy thighs and tickled her gently behind her knee. He watched her freeze and breathe deeply for a second, he eased up on the touch and she settled but the second her brought his fingers back her breathing picked up again. He cocked his head, that was new, but then again he'd never really paid that much attention to her knees before, but if she liked it, well he could start paying more attention to it. He trailed his hand back up her inner thigh softly stroking her center, surprised to find just how aroused she was. She wasn't surprised when shortly after he had touched her, he turned into steel. What he had done to her had never happened before and her reaction was completely unexpected, usually if she wanted she could delay this, but that one touch had sent her desperately close to the edge.
"Jenny," he breathed in her ear as he slid first one finger then two inside her. He heard the low moan emit from the back of her throat and felt her lips seeking his. He quickly deepened the kiss she began bringing her over the edge with the sensations. He felt the quivering inside her and slowly kept moving trying to draw it out as long as possible. As she came down he held her gently, breaking the kiss to give her a chance to breathe and she took deep breaths as her pulse came down.
"Jethro," she whispered against his lips, his name an endearment that was laced with love. He slid his fingers from her and watched the tiny pout cross her face. "You can't do that in meetings," she warned breathily, knowing he was one for pushing the bounds.
"I'll try to remember that," he wasn't so sure he was going to be able to sit next to her in a meeting and keep his hands to himself. Not when this image of her coming undone by an innocent touch filled his brain. She kissed him again, reaching down to touch him and bring him the pleasure she had just felt. "Jen...." She recognized the plea for what it was and tilted her hips slightly as he settled between them.
He entered her gently, waiting for her to move first before begin to move as well. He kissed down her throat worshiping her breasts and she withered underneath him. Her soft moan was enough for him to realize that she should probably be setting the pace for this and carefully rolled them so she was on top. He admittedly loved this position with her, it was strange, other women he'd been with he hadn't been as found of it, but this one, with her like this he could watch pleasure sweep over her skin and he loved catching her as she fell over the edge. He gently gripped her hips helping her as she shifted above him. She leaned down into his open arms kissing him, her hair falling around them like a curtain to keep out the rest of the world. One of his hands had begun to stroke her thigh and she intertwined her hand with his. Their skin sticking together like cohesion bonds of water molecules. He pushed up hearing her gasp his name and feeling her wrap her legs around him holding him to her as they continued to move against each other.
"Jethro!" She cried as she went over the edge holding him to her, her nails digging into his back. He didn't mind as he felt his own body tighten in response to hers.
"Jenny!" He held her tightly not wanting to fall and crush her or shift and hurt her. He felt her shift her weight backwards and his arms tightened around her.
"It's okay Jethro," she told him gently as he lay her down like she was made of porcelain. She didn't mind the softness of the sleeping bag underneath her or his weight resting on top of him. She shivered slightly feeling a cool breeze from the other room. He felt the shiver and wrapped his arms tighter around her.
"You cold?"
"Fine."
"Jen...you always get cold," he reminded. She grinned at the idea that even something so trivially he knew. He gently pulled from her, hearing her gasp as he touched her sensitive nerves. He kissed her temple gently before tugging her sleeping bag a bit closer to the fire but still far enough away to be safe. He unzipped it and helped her slid in before sliding in along side her. They both quickly realized that the only way it would work was if they spooned each other and so she turned on her side and he settled up against her back, his arms wrapping around her resting just underneath her breasts. He felt her pull one of his hands down to her and intertwine her hand with his. He loved how she could make cuddling sexy, well as he thought about it she made everything sexy, even the flu. She felt his grin and the faint kiss he placed to her injured shoulder.
"What's go you so happy?"
"Oh you, always you."
"Uh huh."
"Remember that time you had the flu and..." He felt her swat his thigh.
"I was miserable!"
"You were still beautiful." She looked at him like he was some anomaly in a museum or something.
"You Leroy Jethro Gibbs are a strange man."
"Only with you." He whispered kissing her ear and her cheek before kissing her mouth gently, noticing the sleep in her eyes.
"Better be only me," she mumbled, tightening her hold on his hand. He let his fingers stroke her skin soothingly helping her to fall asleep and get what he knew was much needed rest.
"I'm yours," he whispered in her ear just as her breath evened out. If he had looked he would have seen the faint smile spread across her face, or the small tear that left her eye, but he was just as tired as she was, and wanted to sleep curled up next to her.