[Fanfic] Playing With Fire - Chapter 2: How It Changes
TITLE: Playing With Fire
AUTHOR: marciafan
CHARACTERS: Jenny Shepard, Jethro Gibbs, Brian O'Connor
GENRE: Humor, Romance, Crack!fic
RATING: T to M
SUMMARY: When Jenny gets herself a boy-toy, one Leroy Jethro Gibbs is not likely to be happy about it. Jibbs crack!fic.
WORD COUNT: 1,677
“I will go home now, Senora. Dinner is in the oven.”
Jenny looked up from the book she was reading as her housekeeper stopped on the entrance of her study, “Thank you, Noemi. Have a good night.”
“You too, Senora.” The Hispanic woman smiled, and Jenny smiled warmly back at her as she watched her leave the room and heard her movements in the hall as she got her things together.
Tuning out the familiar noises, Jenny went back to reading, curled up in what once was her father’s armchair. It wasn’t often that she got to enjoy a night of relaxation at her house instead of locked up in the office, and when the chance to leave early tonight had presented itself, she seized it eagerly.
Brian had asked her to drop by his apartment for a friendly dinner, which would end with one of their more-than-friendly encounters, but sitting in her father’s leather armchair in comfortable shorts and an old T-shirt, reading a book, had been far more appealing to her. And the irritated look her young lover had given her when she said no didn’t make her regret her decision.
As she put down her glass of bourbon, a quiet noise near the doorway had her looking up and she jumped slightly as she spotted someone lurking in the shadows, the faint orange glow of her reading light dancing on his silver hair.
Her eyes fixated on the ice blue orbs that still haunted her dreams ever so often, and she forced herself to rein in the surprise that had taken over her at his sudden appearance, “Jethro.” She greeted mildly, neither of them moving from their positions, “Did Noemi let you in?”
“Yeah, she was leaving.” He answered shortly, his eyes boring into hers with a force that threw her off.
She contemplated silently his dry answer, reading deep irritation in his tense stance, and she slipped the bookmark into her book before placing it on the small table nearby. When she looked back up at him, Gibbs still had not moved.
“Is there a reason why you’re here, Jethro?” She asked, getting up and stretching her back. The hem of the T-shirt she was wearing rode high on her waist, uncovering a stretch of the creamy white skin of her flat stomach, and for a brief moment Jenny thought she was getting a reaction out of Gibbs as his eyes turned imperceptibly darker and his jaw clenched.
However, it only lasted a few seconds, before the tense, up-tight attitude was back in place.
“Need to talk to you.” Was all he said, taking a step closer to where she was. Standing bare-footed in front of him, without her customary impossibly high heels on, she looked shorter than he remembered. Her long, red hair was up in a messy bun and she had her reading glasses on, the red, glittery item clashing with her washed up grey T-shirt and black shorts.
The silence stretched between them for a few seconds, and when Jenny realized that he wasn’t going to say anything more, she nodded slowly, “Let’s talk, then.” She took off her glasses and approached the drinks cabinet, turning around to shoot him a meaningful glance, “Drink?”
Gibbs nodded tightly as he followed her, still keeping some distance between them, “Bourbon.”
Jenny smirked, “Of course…” She poured some of the amber liquid in a glass and handed it to him, meeting his eyes as he took the glass from her, “So, what it is you’ve come to talk about, Jethro?”
Without breaking eye contact, Gibbs brought the glass to his lips. Not sure whether the burning liquor he was drinking would soothe his anger or fuel it.
“Scuttlebutt has it the Director got herself a boy-toy.” He said slowly, deliberately trying to deliver a low blow that would crack her.
But if she took the blow, she didn’t show it, not even to his trained eye, “You take rumors seriously now?” She fired back with a knowing smirk. “Don’t remember you believing what people said about us when I was your probie.”
“Yet those rumors turned out to be true.” This time her jaw visibly clenched at his remark, and before she could think of anything to say, he continued mercilessly, “But you, of all people, should know that I never believe what I’m told.”
“No, you double-check.” Jenny completed through gritted teeth, “What rule was that again? Number two?”
“Number three.”
Their eyes met, and they glared at each other with a force that would have been frightening to an outsider.
“So you came here to double-check?” She asked, without taking her eyes off his.
Gibbs shook his head slightly, taking another sip of his bourbon, “I knew where to look to have answers.”
Jenny frowned at his mysterious reply, but then recent memories came back to her in a rush, and all the details her mind had chosen to ignore stood before her eyes: How Jethro had been butting heads with Brian more than he’d done with anybody else; how he pointedly ignored her assistant’s words and walked in on her private briefing with SecNav, something he had never done before; the way he and Brian seemed to size each other up every time they were in the same room, like animals fighting to find the Alpha male.
Little details that had gone unnoticed by her, too busy being pissed at the attitude and rudeness her best team leader was showing, but that fell right into place now.
Before she could open her mouth to speak, though, Gibbs tossed a small item on her desk, pulling it out of his pocket, “You should be more careful in parking lots. Security cameras are a pain in the ass.” He stated, his voice deadly calm while his eyes glinted with anger.
As she stared at the cassette tape containing proof of her affair, Jenny felt her throat close up, breathing becoming faster. She racked her brains for something to say, but he once again beat her to it, giving her no chance to retaliate.
“What were you thinking, screwing your assistant?” He hissed before she could as much as open her mouth, “Weren’t there enough men out there to satisfy your needs, Director?” He glared at her, his voice getting louder. All pretence gone as his anger emanated from his body in steady waves of hot fury.
“I suggest you mind your own business, Agent Gibbs.” She pressed through clenched teeth, her eyes burning into his.
“This is my business, too. Do have any idea how this is going to affect the agency?”
Jen scoffed, “Oh, nice of you to mention that, when you never gave a damn about how your own behavior could affect my agency, Jethro.”
He came closer to her, cornering her next to her desk, and for the briefest of seconds Jenny had the uncharacteristic feeling that he was going to hit her, no matter how she rationally knew that he would never do such a thing.
“You’re the director of a federal agency, Jen. You can’t go around fucking your assistant for the world to see!” He just yelled, the loud tone of his voice almost making her want to step back.
Almost.
“I think it’s time for you to leave, Jethro.” She said instead, her voice ice cold and her face unreadable as she shoved him aside - more forcefully than she intended to - and walked past him, leading the way to the front door.
Gibbs followed closely behind, his eyes staring daggers at her back, but she remained impassive as she reached for the door and pulled it open, “This conversation ends here.” She stated coldly, staring at him with what he recognized as hurt, concealed by the irritation in her green eyes.
He nodded slightly, but made no move to walk out the door, “Why him, Jen? Why so young?” He just said after a short pause, and the way he looked at her was enough to make her shut the door again, turning to face him.
“Because he was there, Jethro. And he was willing. Unlike you.” She answered, her remark clearly getting to him as she saw his jaw twitch.
“You forget about your ‘no off the job’ policy?” He shot back.
Jenny paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek for a second, “I didn’t. But I did try to take it all back, didn’t I? And you said no.”
Gibbs smirked, his eyes losing some of the coldness they held until a few minutes earlier, “So I was the one who pushed you into that kid’s arms?”
“He’s not a kid.” Jenny’s reply was fast, and it signalled a shift in the mood, the different kind of tension cracking in the air all around them. They weren’t fighting anymore, they weren’t exactly arguing either. They had unconsciously fallen into their usual banter made of irritating remarks that always sparked the unresolved sensual tension they had become accustomed to by now.
“He’s not a man, either.” He paused and looked at her intensely, “I know what you need, Jen. And he is not enough for you.”
Her breath caught in her throat at his words, her back instinctively finding the soothing, solid presence of the wooden door, and she leant against it as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, “If you knew what my needs are, you shouldn’t have said no.”
A ghost of a smirk played at the corner of his lips, and Gibbs took a step closer to her, “I’m not saying no, now.” He said in a low voice that caused a pleasurable chill to run down her spine.
“I’m not asking you.” She mumbled, swallowing hard as he moved forward and trapped her between the door and his own body. He gave her a knowing smile, his hands grabbing her hips and roughly pulling her to him, and he enjoyed the small gasp escaping her lips as his body pressed into hers.
“No need to.”
AUTHOR: marciafan
CHARACTERS: Jenny Shepard, Jethro Gibbs, Brian O'Connor
GENRE: Humor, Romance, Crack!fic
RATING: T to M
SUMMARY: When Jenny gets herself a boy-toy, one Leroy Jethro Gibbs is not likely to be happy about it. Jibbs crack!fic.
WORD COUNT: 1,677
“I will go home now, Senora. Dinner is in the oven.”
Jenny looked up from the book she was reading as her housekeeper stopped on the entrance of her study, “Thank you, Noemi. Have a good night.”
“You too, Senora.” The Hispanic woman smiled, and Jenny smiled warmly back at her as she watched her leave the room and heard her movements in the hall as she got her things together.
Tuning out the familiar noises, Jenny went back to reading, curled up in what once was her father’s armchair. It wasn’t often that she got to enjoy a night of relaxation at her house instead of locked up in the office, and when the chance to leave early tonight had presented itself, she seized it eagerly.
Brian had asked her to drop by his apartment for a friendly dinner, which would end with one of their more-than-friendly encounters, but sitting in her father’s leather armchair in comfortable shorts and an old T-shirt, reading a book, had been far more appealing to her. And the irritated look her young lover had given her when she said no didn’t make her regret her decision.
As she put down her glass of bourbon, a quiet noise near the doorway had her looking up and she jumped slightly as she spotted someone lurking in the shadows, the faint orange glow of her reading light dancing on his silver hair.
Her eyes fixated on the ice blue orbs that still haunted her dreams ever so often, and she forced herself to rein in the surprise that had taken over her at his sudden appearance, “Jethro.” She greeted mildly, neither of them moving from their positions, “Did Noemi let you in?”
“Yeah, she was leaving.” He answered shortly, his eyes boring into hers with a force that threw her off.
She contemplated silently his dry answer, reading deep irritation in his tense stance, and she slipped the bookmark into her book before placing it on the small table nearby. When she looked back up at him, Gibbs still had not moved.
“Is there a reason why you’re here, Jethro?” She asked, getting up and stretching her back. The hem of the T-shirt she was wearing rode high on her waist, uncovering a stretch of the creamy white skin of her flat stomach, and for a brief moment Jenny thought she was getting a reaction out of Gibbs as his eyes turned imperceptibly darker and his jaw clenched.
However, it only lasted a few seconds, before the tense, up-tight attitude was back in place.
“Need to talk to you.” Was all he said, taking a step closer to where she was. Standing bare-footed in front of him, without her customary impossibly high heels on, she looked shorter than he remembered. Her long, red hair was up in a messy bun and she had her reading glasses on, the red, glittery item clashing with her washed up grey T-shirt and black shorts.
The silence stretched between them for a few seconds, and when Jenny realized that he wasn’t going to say anything more, she nodded slowly, “Let’s talk, then.” She took off her glasses and approached the drinks cabinet, turning around to shoot him a meaningful glance, “Drink?”
Gibbs nodded tightly as he followed her, still keeping some distance between them, “Bourbon.”
Jenny smirked, “Of course…” She poured some of the amber liquid in a glass and handed it to him, meeting his eyes as he took the glass from her, “So, what it is you’ve come to talk about, Jethro?”
Without breaking eye contact, Gibbs brought the glass to his lips. Not sure whether the burning liquor he was drinking would soothe his anger or fuel it.
“Scuttlebutt has it the Director got herself a boy-toy.” He said slowly, deliberately trying to deliver a low blow that would crack her.
But if she took the blow, she didn’t show it, not even to his trained eye, “You take rumors seriously now?” She fired back with a knowing smirk. “Don’t remember you believing what people said about us when I was your probie.”
“Yet those rumors turned out to be true.” This time her jaw visibly clenched at his remark, and before she could think of anything to say, he continued mercilessly, “But you, of all people, should know that I never believe what I’m told.”
“No, you double-check.” Jenny completed through gritted teeth, “What rule was that again? Number two?”
“Number three.”
Their eyes met, and they glared at each other with a force that would have been frightening to an outsider.
“So you came here to double-check?” She asked, without taking her eyes off his.
Gibbs shook his head slightly, taking another sip of his bourbon, “I knew where to look to have answers.”
Jenny frowned at his mysterious reply, but then recent memories came back to her in a rush, and all the details her mind had chosen to ignore stood before her eyes: How Jethro had been butting heads with Brian more than he’d done with anybody else; how he pointedly ignored her assistant’s words and walked in on her private briefing with SecNav, something he had never done before; the way he and Brian seemed to size each other up every time they were in the same room, like animals fighting to find the Alpha male.
Little details that had gone unnoticed by her, too busy being pissed at the attitude and rudeness her best team leader was showing, but that fell right into place now.
Before she could open her mouth to speak, though, Gibbs tossed a small item on her desk, pulling it out of his pocket, “You should be more careful in parking lots. Security cameras are a pain in the ass.” He stated, his voice deadly calm while his eyes glinted with anger.
As she stared at the cassette tape containing proof of her affair, Jenny felt her throat close up, breathing becoming faster. She racked her brains for something to say, but he once again beat her to it, giving her no chance to retaliate.
“What were you thinking, screwing your assistant?” He hissed before she could as much as open her mouth, “Weren’t there enough men out there to satisfy your needs, Director?” He glared at her, his voice getting louder. All pretence gone as his anger emanated from his body in steady waves of hot fury.
“I suggest you mind your own business, Agent Gibbs.” She pressed through clenched teeth, her eyes burning into his.
“This is my business, too. Do have any idea how this is going to affect the agency?”
Jen scoffed, “Oh, nice of you to mention that, when you never gave a damn about how your own behavior could affect my agency, Jethro.”
He came closer to her, cornering her next to her desk, and for the briefest of seconds Jenny had the uncharacteristic feeling that he was going to hit her, no matter how she rationally knew that he would never do such a thing.
“You’re the director of a federal agency, Jen. You can’t go around fucking your assistant for the world to see!” He just yelled, the loud tone of his voice almost making her want to step back.
Almost.
“I think it’s time for you to leave, Jethro.” She said instead, her voice ice cold and her face unreadable as she shoved him aside - more forcefully than she intended to - and walked past him, leading the way to the front door.
Gibbs followed closely behind, his eyes staring daggers at her back, but she remained impassive as she reached for the door and pulled it open, “This conversation ends here.” She stated coldly, staring at him with what he recognized as hurt, concealed by the irritation in her green eyes.
He nodded slightly, but made no move to walk out the door, “Why him, Jen? Why so young?” He just said after a short pause, and the way he looked at her was enough to make her shut the door again, turning to face him.
“Because he was there, Jethro. And he was willing. Unlike you.” She answered, her remark clearly getting to him as she saw his jaw twitch.
“You forget about your ‘no off the job’ policy?” He shot back.
Jenny paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek for a second, “I didn’t. But I did try to take it all back, didn’t I? And you said no.”
Gibbs smirked, his eyes losing some of the coldness they held until a few minutes earlier, “So I was the one who pushed you into that kid’s arms?”
“He’s not a kid.” Jenny’s reply was fast, and it signalled a shift in the mood, the different kind of tension cracking in the air all around them. They weren’t fighting anymore, they weren’t exactly arguing either. They had unconsciously fallen into their usual banter made of irritating remarks that always sparked the unresolved sensual tension they had become accustomed to by now.
“He’s not a man, either.” He paused and looked at her intensely, “I know what you need, Jen. And he is not enough for you.”
Her breath caught in her throat at his words, her back instinctively finding the soothing, solid presence of the wooden door, and she leant against it as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, “If you knew what my needs are, you shouldn’t have said no.”
A ghost of a smirk played at the corner of his lips, and Gibbs took a step closer to her, “I’m not saying no, now.” He said in a low voice that caused a pleasurable chill to run down her spine.
“I’m not asking you.” She mumbled, swallowing hard as he moved forward and trapped her between the door and his own body. He gave her a knowing smile, his hands grabbing her hips and roughly pulling her to him, and he enjoyed the small gasp escaping her lips as his body pressed into hers.
“No need to.”