[Drabble] Just Dessert
TITLE: Just Dessert
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Jenny Shepard/Jethro Gibbs
GENRE: Het, General, Romance
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
SUMMARY: As usual, Jenny is working late, but that night she isn't the only one burning the midnight oil ... Written for challenge #175 "Jenny Shepard" for ncisdrabble100 and quote #15 for madame_director.
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (although I'd love to own Action Figure Gibbs), nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 5 would have ended different.
NOTES: marciafan asked for some Jibbs fluff. She asks and she gets. That's for her ;)
Edit: Marzia wrote a sequel today, you shouldn't miss. Because it's awesome!
~*~*~*~*
"You're still here?" Jethro's voice echoed off the empty bullpen, startling Jenny almost to death. She hadn't expected to see anyone else that late in the agency, but on second thought she should've known better. He'd always been the first one in the morning and the last one at night leaving his desk, and things like this usually didn't chance; not even within six years.
"Do you have a problem with this, Jethro?" Jenny asked, walking over to his desk. "I had some paperwork to finish. There's an important meeting first thing tomorrow morning."
"At the White House?"
"No, Jethro." Jenny laughed. "A boring meeting with the directors of the CIA, the FBI and the DEA."
"Sounds like fun."
"Not really," Jenny admitted with a wry grin. "What are you still doing here? Anything important?"
"By 'important' you mean, anything you need to know, Jen? Nope. Just more paperwork that might keep you here some night next week."
"I can't wait." Jenny sighed.
"It was your choice, Jen. Should've stayed in the field with normal working hours as I told you ..."
"I know, Jethro," Jenny interrupted his You-should-have-listened-to-me speech, rolling her eyes. Sometimes, Jethro was like a broken record, playing the same song over and over again until you couldn't stand it anymore. "I made this choice and I can handle it. Why would I want to be home early anyway? There's nothing waiting for me."
Jenny had no idea, why she'd said this. Normally, she kept these things to herself, and if she'd ever talk about them, it wouldn't be with Jethro of all people. Maybe she was too tired or this whole situation, being alone with him after hours felt so familiar that she started to fall back into old pattern, telling him things she'd tell no one else.
But whatever the reason was, it didn't matter anyway. She couldn't take back what she'd said.
"You don't have a hobby or something?" Jethro asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I don't built a boat, if that's what you're asking. My basement isn't big enough for one."
"You could help building mine," Jethro offered, turning off his computer, ready to leave.
"Is this an offer, Jethro?" Jenny asked, confused and amused at the same time.
"Do you want it to be one, Jen …?"
"I don't know … Does this offer come with food? Because I'm starving." As if her body wanted to give proof, her stomach started to growl, making them both laugh.
"Sounds like an emergency. Do you think pizza would help?" Gently, Jethro placed his hand on Jenny's back, leading her to the exit.
"It would be a start." Stepping into the elevator, Jenny turned around. "What are we having for dessert?" she asked, smirking.
"Well … that depends." Jethro smiled mysterious.
"On what?"
"On when you'd like to have your dessert."
"How about now?"
"Here?"
"Hmm ..."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely," Jenny whispered and smiled when they simultaneously reached for the switch to stop the elevator.
- The End -
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Jenny Shepard/Jethro Gibbs
GENRE: Het, General, Romance
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
SUMMARY: As usual, Jenny is working late, but that night she isn't the only one burning the midnight oil ... Written for challenge #175 "Jenny Shepard" for ncisdrabble100 and quote #15 for madame_director.
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (although I'd love to own Action Figure Gibbs), nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 5 would have ended different.
NOTES: marciafan asked for some Jibbs fluff. She asks and she gets. That's for her ;)
Edit: Marzia wrote a sequel today, you shouldn't miss. Because it's awesome!
~*~*~*~*
"You're still here?" Jethro's voice echoed off the empty bullpen, startling Jenny almost to death. She hadn't expected to see anyone else that late in the agency, but on second thought she should've known better. He'd always been the first one in the morning and the last one at night leaving his desk, and things like this usually didn't chance; not even within six years.
"Do you have a problem with this, Jethro?" Jenny asked, walking over to his desk. "I had some paperwork to finish. There's an important meeting first thing tomorrow morning."
"At the White House?"
"No, Jethro." Jenny laughed. "A boring meeting with the directors of the CIA, the FBI and the DEA."
"Sounds like fun."
"Not really," Jenny admitted with a wry grin. "What are you still doing here? Anything important?"
"By 'important' you mean, anything you need to know, Jen? Nope. Just more paperwork that might keep you here some night next week."
"I can't wait." Jenny sighed.
"It was your choice, Jen. Should've stayed in the field with normal working hours as I told you ..."
"I know, Jethro," Jenny interrupted his You-should-have-listened-to-me speech, rolling her eyes. Sometimes, Jethro was like a broken record, playing the same song over and over again until you couldn't stand it anymore. "I made this choice and I can handle it. Why would I want to be home early anyway? There's nothing waiting for me."
Jenny had no idea, why she'd said this. Normally, she kept these things to herself, and if she'd ever talk about them, it wouldn't be with Jethro of all people. Maybe she was too tired or this whole situation, being alone with him after hours felt so familiar that she started to fall back into old pattern, telling him things she'd tell no one else.
But whatever the reason was, it didn't matter anyway. She couldn't take back what she'd said.
"You don't have a hobby or something?" Jethro asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I don't built a boat, if that's what you're asking. My basement isn't big enough for one."
"You could help building mine," Jethro offered, turning off his computer, ready to leave.
"Is this an offer, Jethro?" Jenny asked, confused and amused at the same time.
"Do you want it to be one, Jen …?"
"I don't know … Does this offer come with food? Because I'm starving." As if her body wanted to give proof, her stomach started to growl, making them both laugh.
"Sounds like an emergency. Do you think pizza would help?" Gently, Jethro placed his hand on Jenny's back, leading her to the exit.
"It would be a start." Stepping into the elevator, Jenny turned around. "What are we having for dessert?" she asked, smirking.
"Well … that depends." Jethro smiled mysterious.
"On what?"
"On when you'd like to have your dessert."
"How about now?"
"Here?"
"Hmm ..."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely," Jenny whispered and smiled when they simultaneously reached for the switch to stop the elevator.
- The End -