NCIS Fic: Paris to Serbia (Ch. 3)
Series: Paris to Serbia
Chapter Three: Introducing Matt and Kitty
Author: vegawriters
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Jenny/Jethro
Rating: Adult
Timeframe: Pre Series
A/N: I’ve always had a problem with the idea that Jenny rose to her position in NCIS so quickly. So this series gives some history not only to Gibbs and Shepard, but also to Jenny’s past and where her skills lie.
Disclaimer: I keep falling in love with beautiful characters already written by other people. If CBS is looking for a young, up and coming writer who will devote herself wholeheartedly to the process, I’m the right girl. Otherwise, I make no money from this. NCIS, Jenny, Gibbs, and the team belong to other people. I’m just walking with them for a while.
Summary: Decker was coming up soon to sweep for bugs and he needed to check in with the main office, but Jethro wanted to touch her again. He wanted a moment with her as Jenny, not as Kitty. She seemed to recognize the look in his eyes and rolled over a bit, giving him better access to the bed.
Who's the girl inside of the blue-screen light
The sun is just pouring out
And everything is out of sight
Hem: Not California
Jethro could only stare. He could count every minute since he’d been told about Shannon and Kelly, since he’d leaned on crutches at their graves, since he’d made it to Mexico and took out the man that killed them. He could count every heartbeat since he’d tried to move on with Elisabeth and then Diane.
And he could count every second since he’d laid eyes on Jenny Shepard.
Every single second.
Every moment when her long lashes fluttered against her cheek. Every touch of her lips against his. Every inflection in her voice.
She slept peacefully in the soft sheets on the bed, her bright red hair splayed out against the white pillows. He’d learned quickly her dreams were as haunted as his and learned that kissing them away hindered as often as it helped. She did not speak of her nightmares but did not expect him to voice his either. It was a peaceful understanding and part of him wanted to get on one knee and confess the truth not just of failed marriages but of a fairy tale that should have been but he was terrified that to do so would be to betray Shannon. He’d told Elisabeth and Diane about his first family and both marriages had fallen apart. If he kept Jenny from that part of his past maybe he could move on.
He’d known her less than a week and he was thinking long term relationship. His relationship with her needed not extend beyond this op in Europe, but he wanted more. She was the first person since Shannon that made him feel peace rather than nerves. Her pale skin belied the fire in her green eyes. She was hell in her heels, could speak five languages with any accent they needed, and the way she dispatched the political types in the San Diego office was enough for his respect. He wanted to reach across the room and take her hand in his. He wanted to lead her into the garage, and teach her not how to do build a boat by hand but why it mattered to him that he did it the way he did.
But first, they had to survive this op.
She stirred, the sheet falling aside, revealing the side of the breast he’d spent the better part of the night fondling. Last night had been about establishing their presence to the people who were waiting to vet them. The slinky black number she’d worn to the club had barely touched the top of her thighs and he couldn’t help but wonder if the see through underwear had been for his or their mark’s satisfaction. They’d taken to a corner of the dance floor - enough to be seen, not enough to be the center of attention - and she’d moved against him while he felt her up and showed her off. His Kitty. At one point, one very important point, one of the members of the group they were infiltrating had approached her and cut in for a dance. Jethro had spent the longest five minutes since Shannon’s death watching as the mafia boss manhandled her. When she’d been spun back to his arms, Jethro hadn’t missed how she shook slightly or how she kept smoothing the dress down as discreetly as she could.
Would he at some point have to give her over to them? Would it get to a place where they wanted some kind of collateral? He’d read the reports on this specific cell, read how they used women as bargaining chips. This was not a cell where women rose to the top of the ranks. Would he have to sit and laugh while Jenny was used against her will? Would she have to give herself up to them?
He hadn’t let himself think about that until last night, but Jenny had.
If it’s what needs to happen, it’ll happen.
She had been so matter of fact about the realities when they returned to the room even while keeping her back to him while she undressed. He’d pulled her gently onto his lap before she’d slipped into her night clothes, stroking her hair free of its tresses. In the tense silence, he’d pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and waited for her to talk. Instead, she’d returned his kiss with one of her own and tumbled him into the sheets.
Call me Kitty tonight. Please, Matthew.
Enforcing their cover names made it easier for her to accept being treated as a piece of meat for gun runners, he realized. So he’d complied with her needs.
“What are you thinking about?”
Her voice startled him and he looked down to where she was still nestled in the sheets. She was half naked underneath, dressed in a pair of satin shorts and nothing else. Her scent was still on his fingers; her legs had opened last night and his hands had wandered up and inside her shorts. She’d helped him help her to climax, showing him all the places that mattered.
He wanted to tell her that he didn’t like where this was headed. Everything they’d read had led them to believe that they were merely a party couple who were out to make themselves a name with Russian gun runners and terror cells over seas. Kitty and Matthew had money and an agenda. Maybe it was time to add a level of protectiveness to his persona. Matthew wouldn’t want strange men touching his Kitty. Jethro didn’t want strange men touching Jenny.
Still unsure if bugs had been planted while they were out in the club, Jethro shrugged and cast the lecherous grin he’d adopted as Matthew. “How beautiful you are.” That much was true. She was beautiful and it was absolutely impossible for him to distance his feelings for her as a partner from his feelings for her in character.
This was going to be trouble.
She blushed at his words and the flush crossed her entire body. Slowly, he walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets lose so he could look at her. Decker was coming up soon to sweep for bugs and he needed to check in with the main office, but Jethro wanted to touch her again. He wanted a moment with her as Jenny, not as Kitty. She seemed to recognize the look in his eyes and rolled over a bit, giving him better access to the bed.
“God, Jenny,” he whispered into her ear as he stroked his hand down the side of her body. Her breasts were larger than he’d realized and he could lose himself in the flesh, tweaking the sensitive nipples. She was so responsive to his ministrations. Her back arched and her legs parted and she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to her.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted any plans he had of getting out of the pants he was wearing. Last night she’d returned his favor and stroked him to completion, but coming all over her hand wasn’t the sense of romance he wanted to instill. Last night, he reminded himself, he’d still been Matthew.
Jenny slipped from bed and pulled a silk robe over her body while he took a moment to cool down and let his body settle. He didn’t care if Decker saw him in this state of undress and if it was one of their contacts, it would serve their purpose. He just didn’t want the guy touching Jenny.
Decker stood on the other side of the door, dressed in a bellman’s uniform. He nodded politely to Jenny and stepped inside.
“I’m here to see if you need anything,” he said, all professional, while he walked the room, sweeping for bugs. He put his hand near the phone, setting down a pen with a frequency distorter. “The distorter should do the job. We’re safe to talk.”
Jenny nodded. She poured herself a cup of coffee from the cart Decker had wheeled in and then collapsed into a chair across from them. Jethro watched her carefully, worried about her state of mind. He didn’t care how prepared she was. Deep cover wasn’t easy. Decker, however, was staring at the messy bed with a smirk on his face. “You two have fun last night?”
“Shut up, Will.” Jethro stood up and walked to stand behind Jenny, protecting her even from the guys on their side. It was chauvinistic, but he didn’t care.
“Hey, you two get to live it up in five star rooms and top deck accommodations on this boat to Europe. Some of us are just along as the help.”
“And for good reason,” Jenny smirked. Jethro let out a chuckle at Jenny’s attitude. At least she was putting up a good front.
“And what reason is that?”
“I can’t fake an orgasm with you.”
Will choked on the water he’d just poured for himself and Jethro wanted to applaud his partner. When he recovered, Decker handed over a thick manila envelope. “Your cruise tickets and passports to go along with the other documents you have. In the envelope are current pictures of all the marks you need to know until you reach England. A limo will be waiting at noon to take you to the dock. Your staterooms are right next to Salvo and his current plaything. Get to know him. He’s your contact through the cell.”
“He’s the one from the club last night.” Jenny sighed as she looked at the picture. “The one with the itchy fingers.” She pressed her legs together a bit and Jethro frowned.
“Yeah. He knows you’re here and he knows who you are. We could have blocked the bug’s transmissions last night but we wanted to let you two do just what you did. It seals the cover. They were listening. Good performance by the way.” Decker glanced at the bed again.
“Good to know the US government likes using women this way.” Jenny was glaring at him. Jethro rested his hands gently on her shoulders and she looked up at him, part Kitty, part Jenny. This kind of thing was part of the package, they all knew it. The trick was not to fall in love with the people in the operation. Be it your partner or your mark. She touched his fingers gently and he smiled at her. It was going to be okay.
Decker ignored Jenny’s comment, which was best for all of them. “I’m the steward assigned to your staterooms so I will be sweeping your rooms for bugs twice a day. Don’t break character though. There are things we miss and one wrong name, one slip of any kind and it could go south.”
“Fair enough.” Jenny took a breath. Jethro squeezed her shoulders. They were in. Now came the next steps.
“See you on board.” Will headed out, leaving the pen behind. Jethro waited until the door locked behind him before he let his hands wander down Jenny’s arms.
“You okay?”
“Yes. I just …” She glanced at the pen then let out a slow breath. “I miss my desk back at the Navy Yard.”
He chuckled knowingly and bent to kiss her neck. “Jenny …” he whispered against her skin. It was a bad idea to do anything but make love to her in character, but he wanted her. He wanted to be with her and claim her before Salvo and his friends got their paws on her. Before he forgot himself in the cover and she became only Kitty. He wanted more from her. Wanted more with her.
Kitty was a play thing, a party girl. She’d have no problem playing the harlot while they made their way into this cell. But Jenny wasn’t that woman. He moved his hands down her legs and up again and she parted slightly for him, arching back so that her robe fell open.
“Not Jenny,” she whispered. “Not right now. I need to stay focused right now.”
She was right and he hated it. He could hear the regret in her voice even as he moved to the front of the chair, pulled her up, and led her back to the bed. Her robe fell loose and off her shoulders and as she walked, she pushed the satin shorts down her endlessly long legs. He slipped his own pants off and kicked them away.
“Kitty,” he said, swallowing back his nerves. He wanted to make love to Jenny, but this would have to do.
“Matt,” she whispered in return. Her eyes were colder, the eyes of the party girl from the night before. “Come on, we’ve got time before the limo comes.” He chuckled and pulled her down on top of him, grinding his erection up into her center. “Fuck me,” she whispered.
The cold word flipped the switch in him and he became Matt, her playboy lover, the man from last night who was more than happy to watch her be fondled by a mafia boss from Russia. Servo had fingered her in front of him, smirking as Kitty played along. This was who they were and they needed to solidify it. He rolled them, pinning her under his body, and pulling a pillowcase loose so he could tie her hands above her head. She struggled weakly, teasing him, and her breasts bounced with each movement. With a cold smile, he moved up her body, trapping her breasts between his knees, and he slipped his cock between them, tit fucking her while he held her hands above her head.
His whore. Matt’s whore. Did they love each other or was it all moments like this? Did it matter? No. If he was going to survive this, Matt had to love Kitty as much as Jethro knew he could love Jenny.
Quickly he pulled back, the part of him that remained Jethro refusing to come on her chest like that. Reaching into the bedside table, he pulled a condom from the drawer and yanked it open. He shoved her legs open and moved inside her quickly, fucking her without any real care to her pleasure. But Jenny - Kitty - met him stroke for stroke and she came around him even as he exploded into her body.
Matt loved Kitty he reminded himself as he collapsed on top of her, freeing her wrists from their bonds. She wrapped shaking arms around him, clinging to him. He wanted to make love to her, not simply fuck her, but they had a cover to maintain and from this point forward, every moment needed to be set perfectly. From her lingerie to his attitude toward her. Until they had privacy once they reached England, they were Matt and Kitty. Nothing else mattered. Except maybe these moments, when they could hold each other as Jenny and Jethro. He needed to find those moments for his own sanity.
“Soon,” he whispered in her ear. “Soon, I’m going to treat you the way you should be treated, Jenny.”
Her response was to cling tighter and lift her leg slightly around his hip. They held for a moment longer before he slipped out of her, disposed of the condom, and went to take a shower. At the bathroom door he turned back and met her eyes and offered a gentle smile.
When she smiled back he knew everything was going to be okay.
TBC...
Chapter Three: Introducing Matt and Kitty
Author: vegawriters
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Jenny/Jethro
Rating: Adult
Timeframe: Pre Series
A/N: I’ve always had a problem with the idea that Jenny rose to her position in NCIS so quickly. So this series gives some history not only to Gibbs and Shepard, but also to Jenny’s past and where her skills lie.
Disclaimer: I keep falling in love with beautiful characters already written by other people. If CBS is looking for a young, up and coming writer who will devote herself wholeheartedly to the process, I’m the right girl. Otherwise, I make no money from this. NCIS, Jenny, Gibbs, and the team belong to other people. I’m just walking with them for a while.
Summary: Decker was coming up soon to sweep for bugs and he needed to check in with the main office, but Jethro wanted to touch her again. He wanted a moment with her as Jenny, not as Kitty. She seemed to recognize the look in his eyes and rolled over a bit, giving him better access to the bed.
Who's the girl inside of the blue-screen light
The sun is just pouring out
And everything is out of sight
Hem: Not California
Jethro could only stare. He could count every minute since he’d been told about Shannon and Kelly, since he’d leaned on crutches at their graves, since he’d made it to Mexico and took out the man that killed them. He could count every heartbeat since he’d tried to move on with Elisabeth and then Diane.
And he could count every second since he’d laid eyes on Jenny Shepard.
Every single second.
Every moment when her long lashes fluttered against her cheek. Every touch of her lips against his. Every inflection in her voice.
She slept peacefully in the soft sheets on the bed, her bright red hair splayed out against the white pillows. He’d learned quickly her dreams were as haunted as his and learned that kissing them away hindered as often as it helped. She did not speak of her nightmares but did not expect him to voice his either. It was a peaceful understanding and part of him wanted to get on one knee and confess the truth not just of failed marriages but of a fairy tale that should have been but he was terrified that to do so would be to betray Shannon. He’d told Elisabeth and Diane about his first family and both marriages had fallen apart. If he kept Jenny from that part of his past maybe he could move on.
He’d known her less than a week and he was thinking long term relationship. His relationship with her needed not extend beyond this op in Europe, but he wanted more. She was the first person since Shannon that made him feel peace rather than nerves. Her pale skin belied the fire in her green eyes. She was hell in her heels, could speak five languages with any accent they needed, and the way she dispatched the political types in the San Diego office was enough for his respect. He wanted to reach across the room and take her hand in his. He wanted to lead her into the garage, and teach her not how to do build a boat by hand but why it mattered to him that he did it the way he did.
But first, they had to survive this op.
She stirred, the sheet falling aside, revealing the side of the breast he’d spent the better part of the night fondling. Last night had been about establishing their presence to the people who were waiting to vet them. The slinky black number she’d worn to the club had barely touched the top of her thighs and he couldn’t help but wonder if the see through underwear had been for his or their mark’s satisfaction. They’d taken to a corner of the dance floor - enough to be seen, not enough to be the center of attention - and she’d moved against him while he felt her up and showed her off. His Kitty. At one point, one very important point, one of the members of the group they were infiltrating had approached her and cut in for a dance. Jethro had spent the longest five minutes since Shannon’s death watching as the mafia boss manhandled her. When she’d been spun back to his arms, Jethro hadn’t missed how she shook slightly or how she kept smoothing the dress down as discreetly as she could.
Would he at some point have to give her over to them? Would it get to a place where they wanted some kind of collateral? He’d read the reports on this specific cell, read how they used women as bargaining chips. This was not a cell where women rose to the top of the ranks. Would he have to sit and laugh while Jenny was used against her will? Would she have to give herself up to them?
He hadn’t let himself think about that until last night, but Jenny had.
If it’s what needs to happen, it’ll happen.
She had been so matter of fact about the realities when they returned to the room even while keeping her back to him while she undressed. He’d pulled her gently onto his lap before she’d slipped into her night clothes, stroking her hair free of its tresses. In the tense silence, he’d pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and waited for her to talk. Instead, she’d returned his kiss with one of her own and tumbled him into the sheets.
Call me Kitty tonight. Please, Matthew.
Enforcing their cover names made it easier for her to accept being treated as a piece of meat for gun runners, he realized. So he’d complied with her needs.
“What are you thinking about?”
Her voice startled him and he looked down to where she was still nestled in the sheets. She was half naked underneath, dressed in a pair of satin shorts and nothing else. Her scent was still on his fingers; her legs had opened last night and his hands had wandered up and inside her shorts. She’d helped him help her to climax, showing him all the places that mattered.
He wanted to tell her that he didn’t like where this was headed. Everything they’d read had led them to believe that they were merely a party couple who were out to make themselves a name with Russian gun runners and terror cells over seas. Kitty and Matthew had money and an agenda. Maybe it was time to add a level of protectiveness to his persona. Matthew wouldn’t want strange men touching his Kitty. Jethro didn’t want strange men touching Jenny.
Still unsure if bugs had been planted while they were out in the club, Jethro shrugged and cast the lecherous grin he’d adopted as Matthew. “How beautiful you are.” That much was true. She was beautiful and it was absolutely impossible for him to distance his feelings for her as a partner from his feelings for her in character.
This was going to be trouble.
She blushed at his words and the flush crossed her entire body. Slowly, he walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets lose so he could look at her. Decker was coming up soon to sweep for bugs and he needed to check in with the main office, but Jethro wanted to touch her again. He wanted a moment with her as Jenny, not as Kitty. She seemed to recognize the look in his eyes and rolled over a bit, giving him better access to the bed.
“God, Jenny,” he whispered into her ear as he stroked his hand down the side of her body. Her breasts were larger than he’d realized and he could lose himself in the flesh, tweaking the sensitive nipples. She was so responsive to his ministrations. Her back arched and her legs parted and she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to her.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted any plans he had of getting out of the pants he was wearing. Last night she’d returned his favor and stroked him to completion, but coming all over her hand wasn’t the sense of romance he wanted to instill. Last night, he reminded himself, he’d still been Matthew.
Jenny slipped from bed and pulled a silk robe over her body while he took a moment to cool down and let his body settle. He didn’t care if Decker saw him in this state of undress and if it was one of their contacts, it would serve their purpose. He just didn’t want the guy touching Jenny.
Decker stood on the other side of the door, dressed in a bellman’s uniform. He nodded politely to Jenny and stepped inside.
“I’m here to see if you need anything,” he said, all professional, while he walked the room, sweeping for bugs. He put his hand near the phone, setting down a pen with a frequency distorter. “The distorter should do the job. We’re safe to talk.”
Jenny nodded. She poured herself a cup of coffee from the cart Decker had wheeled in and then collapsed into a chair across from them. Jethro watched her carefully, worried about her state of mind. He didn’t care how prepared she was. Deep cover wasn’t easy. Decker, however, was staring at the messy bed with a smirk on his face. “You two have fun last night?”
“Shut up, Will.” Jethro stood up and walked to stand behind Jenny, protecting her even from the guys on their side. It was chauvinistic, but he didn’t care.
“Hey, you two get to live it up in five star rooms and top deck accommodations on this boat to Europe. Some of us are just along as the help.”
“And for good reason,” Jenny smirked. Jethro let out a chuckle at Jenny’s attitude. At least she was putting up a good front.
“And what reason is that?”
“I can’t fake an orgasm with you.”
Will choked on the water he’d just poured for himself and Jethro wanted to applaud his partner. When he recovered, Decker handed over a thick manila envelope. “Your cruise tickets and passports to go along with the other documents you have. In the envelope are current pictures of all the marks you need to know until you reach England. A limo will be waiting at noon to take you to the dock. Your staterooms are right next to Salvo and his current plaything. Get to know him. He’s your contact through the cell.”
“He’s the one from the club last night.” Jenny sighed as she looked at the picture. “The one with the itchy fingers.” She pressed her legs together a bit and Jethro frowned.
“Yeah. He knows you’re here and he knows who you are. We could have blocked the bug’s transmissions last night but we wanted to let you two do just what you did. It seals the cover. They were listening. Good performance by the way.” Decker glanced at the bed again.
“Good to know the US government likes using women this way.” Jenny was glaring at him. Jethro rested his hands gently on her shoulders and she looked up at him, part Kitty, part Jenny. This kind of thing was part of the package, they all knew it. The trick was not to fall in love with the people in the operation. Be it your partner or your mark. She touched his fingers gently and he smiled at her. It was going to be okay.
Decker ignored Jenny’s comment, which was best for all of them. “I’m the steward assigned to your staterooms so I will be sweeping your rooms for bugs twice a day. Don’t break character though. There are things we miss and one wrong name, one slip of any kind and it could go south.”
“Fair enough.” Jenny took a breath. Jethro squeezed her shoulders. They were in. Now came the next steps.
“See you on board.” Will headed out, leaving the pen behind. Jethro waited until the door locked behind him before he let his hands wander down Jenny’s arms.
“You okay?”
“Yes. I just …” She glanced at the pen then let out a slow breath. “I miss my desk back at the Navy Yard.”
He chuckled knowingly and bent to kiss her neck. “Jenny …” he whispered against her skin. It was a bad idea to do anything but make love to her in character, but he wanted her. He wanted to be with her and claim her before Salvo and his friends got their paws on her. Before he forgot himself in the cover and she became only Kitty. He wanted more from her. Wanted more with her.
Kitty was a play thing, a party girl. She’d have no problem playing the harlot while they made their way into this cell. But Jenny wasn’t that woman. He moved his hands down her legs and up again and she parted slightly for him, arching back so that her robe fell open.
“Not Jenny,” she whispered. “Not right now. I need to stay focused right now.”
She was right and he hated it. He could hear the regret in her voice even as he moved to the front of the chair, pulled her up, and led her back to the bed. Her robe fell loose and off her shoulders and as she walked, she pushed the satin shorts down her endlessly long legs. He slipped his own pants off and kicked them away.
“Kitty,” he said, swallowing back his nerves. He wanted to make love to Jenny, but this would have to do.
“Matt,” she whispered in return. Her eyes were colder, the eyes of the party girl from the night before. “Come on, we’ve got time before the limo comes.” He chuckled and pulled her down on top of him, grinding his erection up into her center. “Fuck me,” she whispered.
The cold word flipped the switch in him and he became Matt, her playboy lover, the man from last night who was more than happy to watch her be fondled by a mafia boss from Russia. Servo had fingered her in front of him, smirking as Kitty played along. This was who they were and they needed to solidify it. He rolled them, pinning her under his body, and pulling a pillowcase loose so he could tie her hands above her head. She struggled weakly, teasing him, and her breasts bounced with each movement. With a cold smile, he moved up her body, trapping her breasts between his knees, and he slipped his cock between them, tit fucking her while he held her hands above her head.
His whore. Matt’s whore. Did they love each other or was it all moments like this? Did it matter? No. If he was going to survive this, Matt had to love Kitty as much as Jethro knew he could love Jenny.
Quickly he pulled back, the part of him that remained Jethro refusing to come on her chest like that. Reaching into the bedside table, he pulled a condom from the drawer and yanked it open. He shoved her legs open and moved inside her quickly, fucking her without any real care to her pleasure. But Jenny - Kitty - met him stroke for stroke and she came around him even as he exploded into her body.
Matt loved Kitty he reminded himself as he collapsed on top of her, freeing her wrists from their bonds. She wrapped shaking arms around him, clinging to him. He wanted to make love to her, not simply fuck her, but they had a cover to maintain and from this point forward, every moment needed to be set perfectly. From her lingerie to his attitude toward her. Until they had privacy once they reached England, they were Matt and Kitty. Nothing else mattered. Except maybe these moments, when they could hold each other as Jenny and Jethro. He needed to find those moments for his own sanity.
“Soon,” he whispered in her ear. “Soon, I’m going to treat you the way you should be treated, Jenny.”
Her response was to cling tighter and lift her leg slightly around his hip. They held for a moment longer before he slipped out of her, disposed of the condom, and went to take a shower. At the bathroom door he turned back and met her eyes and offered a gentle smile.
When she smiled back he knew everything was going to be okay.
TBC...