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It was the hellish day already and it wasn't even noon. Mid July. The air conditioner had malfunctioned overnight. The temperature in the building was steadily rising and so were people's tempers. Jenny had already long abandoned her suit jacket, thankful for the light material of the dress she had chosen to wear that morning. But her pantyhose felt fused to her legs, and her feet had been sweating in her four inch high heels since she sat down at her desk earlier that morning. The material of her shoes were not designed for these conditions. She had kicked her shoes off an hour ago while she was just sitting behind her desk. But she had to leave soon to meet with the SecNav, so it was almost time to put her shoes back on and head out. Her saving grace was the SecNav's office was in another building, and their air conditioning was working just fine.
"Cynthia, tell Manny I'll be heading down in a few minutes." Jenny spoke through the intercom.
Grabbing the compact she kept in her desk drawer, Jenny checked her appearance. While her ponytail was sticking to the back of her neck, she still looked presentable. Her makeup hadn't sweat off her face. She dabbed some powder on to freshen her look and reapplied her lipstick and then put the compact back in her desk. She sprayed another layer of setting spray to hold the new layer of powder and lipstick in place. The things she did as a female director. No male predecessor would have even thought to check their appearance before going to meet their boss. Jenny knew she didn't have to, but as the first female director and someone who took pride in her professional appearance, Jenny always sought to look her best. Today, this would have to do given the conditions in the office. Sighing, Jenny slipped her pantyhose covered feet back into her heels. She grimaced slightly at the damp material. Then she picked her suit jacket off the back of her chair and put it on. Finally, she grabbed her purse and made sure she had what she needed for her meeting. Turning back to her desk, she snatched up her phone and stuck it in her purse before heading out of her office.
Jenny glanced down at the bullpen. She knew everyone was doing their best to stay cool. Fans were blowing throughout the room. While it ruffled papers, her staff was certainly glad for the small relief they provided. She didn't see Gibbs' team, so she figured they were out on a case. Or maybe they had abandoned the bullpen for the cooler climate of autopsy, the only place im the building with functioning air-conditioning at the moment. She didn't blame them for taking any excuse to be out of the bullpen. Her own office was sweltering, making it difficult for her to get anything done. But she led by example, pushing through the heat and focusing on the work, all while praying the maintenance team fixed the issue soon. Jenny knew the maintenance folks were working on the problem as she personally received hourly updates. With any luck, they'd have the air conditioning running again by the time she was back from her meeting.
Jenny clicked the button to call the elevator. She smiled softly to herself. Selfishly, she was glad to be getting out of the building for a little bit where she'd get some reprieve from the stuffy heat. If the problem wasn't fixed by the time she got back, maybe she would duck down to autopsy for a little while.
The arrival of the elevator pulled Jenny from her musings about cooler temperatures. Jethro was standing in the elevator when it arrived.
"Jethro." She greeted cordially. "Going to MTAC?" She questioned while stepping aside so he could come out of the elevator.
"Looking for you, Director." He said, remaining in the elevator. Gibbs reached for the doors as they tried to close to hold them open for her. "Going down?" He asked. Judging by the purse hanging off her shoulder it didn't take a trained detective to guess she was heading out.
Jenny stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the parking garage. "Yes, I'm heading to a meeting with the SecNav. So whatever you need from me is going to have to wait until I return."
"I'll ride down with you." Jethro said. "Won't take long."
"If this is about the air conditioning, maintenance is working as fast as they can." Jenny said as the elevator began to go down.
"Got a dead retired marine, and local LEOs won't give." Gibbs said. He hadn't tracked her down to complain about the broken air conditioner.
"A civillian." Jenny pointed out.
Gibbs turned his body to face her. Jenny bit back a smile because she knew exactly what he was going to say. "Sempre Fi, Jen. There's no such thing as a former marine." He gave her a stare that plainly said he knew she already knew that and he shouldn't have had to say it. "Plus, he was working as a defense contractor for the Navy at the time of his death." He said, though he said it like he couldn't believe he needed to say anymore to make his point on the matter.
"I'll make a call when I get back from my meeting with SecNav." Jenny told him. There was enough there to make a case for NCIS jurisdiction. Jethro cleared his throat. Jenny smirked. "Fine, I'll call on my way to my meeting." His impatience for jurisdiction to carry on with his investigation noted and it wouldn't be a very long phone call from her prospective. The short nod she got in response told her that was the answer he wanted. "Anything else I should know about the case?"
Jethro shook his head. "Just getting started with the investigation. But not getting far with the local sheriff holding us off."
"A female sheriff just wanting to spend more time with you?" Jenny teased, remembering a recent case where Ziva had told her the female sheriff never stopped trying to get Gibbs's attention. Gibbs merely rolled his eyes. "Keep me in the loop." She told him. She looked up at the panel. One more floor to go and they'd reach the parking garage. She glanced at her watch.
There was a sudden shake and the elevator stopped. "Jethro." She turned her body towards him. "Something else you wanted to discuss?" Her eyebrow arched up in a mix of amusement and surprise. While his procilvity for stopping elevators was well known, Jenny could honestly say she didn't see it coming this time. She had no idea what warranted the move this time. She opened her mouth to remind him she was going to a meeting with the secretary, but he spoke first.
"Wasn't me." He said, holding up his hands defensively.
Jenny frowned. They were stopped. She looked at the panel and saw the emergency switch had not been touched. "If you didn't stop us, what happened?"
"No idea." Gibbs said. "Maybe it overheated."
Jenny reached for the emergency call button and pressed it. "You've got to be kidding me." She said as the button didn't even light up.
"We'll be out of here soon." Gibbs told her. "You're not claustrophobic."
"How would you know?" She shot at him as she pulled out her phone.
"Marsielle." He answered with a grin. "Tiny attic, and as I recall, you had no problem being cramped up there." Or shoved up against the wall he added to himself in his head.
Jenny opened her mouth to retort, then thought better of it, settling on an eye roll instead. "Is your mind always in the bedroom, Jethro?" But she couldn't do anything to stop the blush that the mere mention of Marsielle ellicited in her cheeks. It wasn't just that the second night in Marseille was the first time they had sex. It was the turning point in their relationship, giving into the attraction they felt. It went deeper than phyiscal want. It was the beginning of a deeper relationship, a trust and bond that went further than that of their professional partnership.
"No." His eyes twinkle telling her that even though he may have answered truthfully, his mind had gone there when he mentioned Marsielle. He didn't point out that he didn't just have to think about a bedroom to be thinking those thoughts about her. He was still in love with her even if she had told him there would be no "off the job" between them now, but here was no chance he was going to tell her that. He respected that she had put up a boundary between on her first day. Though he tip toed the line from time to time, he wouldn't cross it unless she expressly gave him permission to do so.
She chose to ignore the little trip down memory lane he was taking. It was inappropriate, and she did not want to go down that road, mostly because she knew her heart still belonged to him, and she was unwilling to face that. Not to mention, it was far too easy for her mind to draw parallels from the hot, cramped attic in Marsielles to the hot, stalled elevator they were in now. "Great. No service." Jenny dropped her phone back into her bag. "It's fine. Manny will call Cynthia when I don't show up in a few minutes, and then they'll know something has happened."
"Relax, Jen." Gibbs said, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
"I am relaxed." She retorted. But her snippy tone suggested otherwise. She tapped her heeled foot impatiently. Jenny glanced at her watch. "Great. I'm going to miss my meeting with the SecNav." She still had plenty of time to get there if the elevator magically started working, but if they had to get rescued out of the elevator there was no way that would happen in time for her to get to the meeting. And though her gut was not as famous as his, she believed it when it told her they were not getting out of here any time soon.
"He'll understand." Gibbs told her.
Jenny pulled out her phone again and lifted it up, trying to see if she could manage to get a signal. Gibbs took the phone from her. "Give it back." She growled. That was her work phone and none of his business.
"I'm taller." He waved the phone in the air. "Ah. Got something." He squinted at the phone.
Jenny did not want to admit that him holding the phone was actually a good idea. He was taller, as he pointed out. "Call Cynthia. And put it on speakerphone."
"Director." Cynthia's voice came through the phone.
"Cynthia." Jenny replied. "The elevator got stuck. Call SecNav and cancel the meeting. Then get us out of here."
"I'm sorry, Director. It's hard to hear you."
"Because we're stuck in the elevator!" Gibbs chimed in, raising his voice.
"Agent Gibbs? Why do you have Director Shepard's phone."
"Cynthia, you're on speaker. Agent Gibbs and I are stuck in the elevator!" Following Gibbs' idea, she raised her voice too. "Cancel my meeting with SecNav and get someone to get us out. Please."
"Oh. Oh!" Cynthia finally heard what Jenny was saying. "Right way, Director."
Gibbs hung up. "Now we wait."
Jenny put her phone back into her purse and then dropped her purse on the floor. She shrugged out of her suit jacket. She folded up the garment and placed it carefully on top of her purse. Like hell, she was letting her jacket sit on the floor of the elevator.
"How are you still in that jacket?" Jenny asked, fanning herself. He must be the only one in the office still in a jacket. She had only put hers on since she was leaving. "No one is going to think less of the great Agent Gibbs if you take off your jacket."
"I'm not overheating because I'm not moving. Stop moving, Jen. You'd be cooler."
"I can't." Jenny was anxious, and she needed to fidget.
Gibbs reached for her hand. It worked. Her body stilled the moment his fingers touched hers. "Relax. SecNav isn't going to fire you because you got stuck in an elevator."
Jenny pulled her hand away. "Didn't realize that was something I needed to worry about." She felt betrayed by her body, the way it came to rest so easily from his touch.
"Can you really not stand to be around me?" He asked. Sure, they fought and had their issues with the past, but Gibbs really thought they were in a good place with their relationship, professionally and as friends.
The hurt in his voice made her turn and look at him. Jenny sighed and leaned against the wall next to him. "I have no problem with you, Jethro." That was the truth. Their prior relationship hung over them, and they had their fights, but right now, their relationship was good, personally and professionally. "With the air conditioner breaking and now this, it's been a rough morning. I don't mean to take it out on you."
Gibbs nodded, accepting her apology for what it was. Though she had learned from him, so there was no way she was going to break rule 6 and actually say the words "I'm sorry". A comfortable silence descended for a few minutes. Then they heard banging.
"Boss! Can you hear us?"
"Yeah, DiNozzo!" Gibbs shouted back.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, boss."
"Spit it out, DiNozzo!" Jenny called up to him.
"Gonna be a while until they can get you out. Lighting strike struck a utility pole. Firefighters are tied up."
"Update on the case?" Gibbs called up.
"Ducky is at the county ME's office for the autospy since we don't have jurisdiction yet. Abby is running DNA from the blood we got at the crime scene. She said there are three separate types." Ziva replied.
"And what are you three doing?"
"Best friend is coming in for an interview. Last person to see the contractor alive."
"Go." Gibbs said.
"You know, you'd think with the number of times you abuse the emergency stop, this would have happened before." Jenny mused, breaking the silence.
"Just my luck, it wouldn't be my fault." Gibbs finally took off his jacket. He tossed it over onto the floor beside where her things were neatly piled.
More silence followed as they got comfortable, finally choosing to sit down since it appeared they were going to be here a while. Gibbs walked over and grabbed his jacket for Jenny to sit on. She thanked him, glad that she wasn't sitting on the elevator floor in her dress or sitting on her own jacket. Jenny sat with her legs stretched out, ankles crossed. Maybe wearing a dress wasn't such a good idea today, after all. Gibbs had his legs bent, arms resting on his knees.
Gibbs looked over at Jenny. He liked her hair long like it was. Although when she wore it up, he got to admire the elegance of her neck, he really did prefer it when she wore it down. As she leaned forward to roll her head side to side, loosening a kink in her neck, Gibbs pulled the hair tie from her hair.
"Jethro." She glared. "It's hot. Give it back." Wearing her hair up off her neck helped keep her a little cooler. He would never understand with his high and tight military cut. Or maybe he could because his hair was never on his neck.
"Always liked when you wore your hair down, Jen." He smiled charmingly.
"You only liked it down so you could run your fingers through it." Why did she say that? She was usually the one to keep them from heading down memory lane. But the words were out of her mouth before she could think.
"Never heard you complaining." He winked. He dangled the hair tie in front of her. "In fact, I'm pretty sure that was my first move that night in Marseille. The night we first-"
Jenny's hand covered his mouth, much like she did her first night as Director when he called her for the stakeout on Ari. "Shut up." She glanced at the ceiling as if curious if DiNozzo still had an ear to the door and was trying to listen to what might be going on inside the stalled elevator. Lord only knew what rumors could spread. Jethro let the tip of his tongue brush against her palm. "Jethro!" She pulled her hand back and looked at him with disgust.
He looked at her with a glint in his eyes. "Really?"
"Yes, really." She wiped her hand on his sleeve.
"Not like my tongue hasn't traced every inch of your body, Jen." Gibbs said quietly.
Her breath caught in her throat, and he heard it. She closed her eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips. "Jethro." She said. There was a hint of warning in her voice like that first day in MTAC after he told her she was a damn good agent, especially under cover. But there was something else in her voice too. Why did he have to go there? She pressed her thighs together. Jenny was unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much his words affected her. "That was seven years ago."
Gibbs just cocked his head to the side and grinned sheepishly. "You haven't changed that much, Jen. Unless there's something I don't know." He wiggled his eyebrow.
Jenny looked a bit affronted. "I have NOT had any plastic surgery."
Gibbs chuckled. He liked making her temper flare. The flash in her eyes, the fight it brought out of her, it was hot. "Like you just the way you are, Jen." He assured her. His eyes took in her body, not in a subtle way either.
"Help me up." She said finally.
Gibbs got to his feet and offered her hand. "What are you doing?"
"Turn around." She said, gently pushing his shoulder so his back was to her.
"Gonna tell me what you're doing?" He knew better than to ask if she was stripping though the image of that was pleasing in his mind.
"I'm taking off my pantyhose." Jen couldn't take the nylon fabric being welded to her legs by sweat any longer.
"Not like I haven't seen it all." He muttered.
"Now isn't Paris." She told him. "Hold still." She said, using his shoulder for balance while she tried to westle the nude tinted stockings off.
Jenny swore. This was harder than she expected it to be. The harder she tried, the hotter she got and the more frustrated she got.
Gibbs turned suddenly. Before Jenny could yell at him for making her lose her balance as her hand slid off his shoulder, his hands were on her hips, holding her steady as her back hit the wall of the elevator. Their eyes locked. Neither backing down or moving. Much like in Marseille when their eyes had met, confirming they both were clear about what was going to happen next.
"What are you doing?" Jenny asked, arching an eyebrow. She tried to ignore how close he was, how easy it would be to just tilt her hips, and let her groin rub against his. She could feel his breath on her face, and his scent invaded her nostrils. The scent of him that she loved so much went straight to her head. A heat began settling in her center. So far, she could brush aside all of his actions as harmless flirting and teasing. But this crossed a line. The only problem is that Jenny couldn't bring herself to care. Her heart begged her to give in, yet her brain was screaming that she needed to be responsible and remember she was the boss and they were not partners undercover anymore.
"I'm helping." Gibbs responded.
"How is this helping?" Jenny asked.
His hand slipped under the hem of her dress and found the top of her pantyhose halfway down her thigh.
Jenny opened her mouth to tell him this was all highly inappropriate and he should stop, but arousal seeped into her panties, and she lost her nerve to tell him no. Her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers brushed the bare skin of her thigh. Her skin felt even hotter if it was possible. Slowly, he pushed the offending garment down to her knee. Jenny nearly moaned at the way his fingers glided against her skin, gently removing the offending garment. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction but knew he felt the goosebumps on her skin as his fingers glided over her skin. Then he switched sides and pushed the other side down to her knee. Going back to the first leg, he grabbed the back of her thigh, lifting the leg off the ground. Gibbs slowly pushed the pantyhose down her calf and off her foot. Jenny made to put her foot back on the ground, but he held it firm. Their eyes never stopped staring into each other's. Jenny was willing her mind to ignore growing heat in her core and the wetness in her panties that was not sweat. Gibbs moved to repeat the process on the other side. Jenny bit her lip to silence the moan that threatened to come out. His body between her legs. Both legs wrapped around his hips now her other legs was also free from the sticky nylon pantyhose.
Jenny knew she should stop him. This was crossing a line. If the doors opened and someone saw him standing between her legs, her shoved against the wall, her career would be over. But just like that night in Marsielle, Jenny didn't give a damn about the consequences. They hadn't explicitly said the line of professionalism had been crossed. But with her legs now wrapped around his waist, her pantyhose forgotten on the floor, there was nothing remotely professional about their current position. Frankly, she was surprised at the restraint he was showing. Jenny herself was barely hanging on. It was so very tempting to use her legs and pull him flush against her body.
Jenny made the mistake of dropping her gaze to his lips. Whatever restraint she had snapped. Her hand grabbed the back of his neck. Her legs tightened around his hips, pulling him towards her at the same moment Gibbs slammed his body into hers, pinning her to the wall of the elevator. Jenny thrusted her hips hard and fast against his groin, grinding herself against his pants, which were quickly showing signs of his arousal His hand buried into her hair while their lips remained fused. Needy, desperate gasps passed between them just long enough to force air into their lungs when necessary. Jenny's fingers clawed at Jethro's back. Even though he was flush against her, he wasn't close enough. Jenny grinded her hips harder against him. The friction of his pants felt so good against her aching center, but it was also infuriating because it wasn't the touch she craved most.
Jenny's hands dropped to the front of his pants. Her legs squeezed around his waist when she felt his fingers push into her, her panties shoved to the side. Jenny shuttered. It had been years since she felt his fingers. And feeling them again now made her all the more certain that she'd only ever be satisfied with him. Other lovers may have been pleasing, but none like him. No one else would ever make Jenny feel the way he did. Her fingers faltered in their mission to loosen his pants.
"Gibbs!" She didn't bother to hide the neediness in her voice. It was obvious by the way she clung to him, the way her walls already were fluttering, threatening to clamp around his fingers, and her own moans that she was desperate. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, craving relief only he could provide. The sweltering heat in the building from the lack of air conditioning was nothing compared to how she felt now. "Faster. Harder." She gasped. She was doing everything she could to fuck his fingers.
Gibbs bit down on her shoulder, trying to stifle his own sounds of pleasure. The feel of her body taunted him in his dreams. Feeling her body against his, hearing the need in her voice, and touching her in ways that would make even DiNozzo blush was the best feeling in the world, a high he only got from her. His own body reacted just as intensely to her as he could feel her body doing for him. His cock was rock hard from the moment he heard her first delicious moan, before his fingers had even slid inside her. Her center grinding over his cock had only hastened his inevitable erection.
Gibbs curled his fingers. Jenny's body trembled. Each time he curled his fingers, pressing just right inside her, the tremble got stronger. Her hands grabbed his shoulders for security just moments before her climax sent tremors through whole body. Jenny pressed her lips hard against his to drown the sounds of her climax. They may be trapped in the elevator but they were in a buulding full of people.
His fingers slowed down but didn't stop completely. His body and free arm holding her securely while she rode out her release.
Jenny was still shuddering in the aftermath of her climax when he pulled his fingers from her. Gibbs pulled his head back slightly to look into her eyes. They were haze and dilated with desire.
"I need you." Her fingers trembled as she finally succeeded in shoving down his pants and pulling over her own underwear. She gave him a nod. With one fluid thrust, he was buried balls deep into her. He could still feel her walls pulsating from her climax. Jenny grabbed at his short hair. Her toes curled as his cock stretched her walls contracting walls. Jenny pulled his shirt off, needing to feel his bare skin.
Her lips parted with a breathy gasp.
"God Jethro." She bit her lip as her mind tried to process the dueling sensations.
"Too much?" He asked. Searching her face and reading her body language for any sign of discomfort.
"No." She dug her heels into his ass. Her actions telling him he better not go anywhere. "Just right." It was the only way to describe it. He was just right. Always had been, always would. And, if they were going to obliterate professionalism, she didn't want either of them holding back. Not they ever did. "Don't stop, Jethro." She nipped at his ear.
"Fuck Jen." Gibbs swore. He barely kept himself from prematurely releasing into her right there. He was barely holding on as it was. Jethro missed this, missed making love to her, and with her.
"That's right. Fuck me Jethro." She moaned. Her hips ground against his, eager for him to move within her. Their lovemaking had always been intense and passionate, and she wanted to feel that fire, need, and intimacy. Jenny would you deny she was still sentive from her orgasm but she did this want to wait to have him.
The sound of skin slapping against skin and partially muffled moans filled the elevator as their bodies came together in a well practice rhythm. It may have been seven years since they were last together, but there was no awkwardness, each remembering how to do this well choreographed dance that was their lovemaking. Rough but not painful. Quick but not rushed. It was just as passionate and hot as they each remembered it. For those few minutes, the only thing that mattered was each other and the joint climax they sought. Joined as closely as two bodies could be, they very quickly reached climax together.
Jenny's head came forward to rest against Jethro's shoulder. She could hear his heavy breathing in her ear as he also tried to catch his breath. Jenny slowly lowered her legs to the floor. She felt Jethro slide out of her. Her skin felt cool even in the hot elevator as the sweat cooled and evaporated off her skin. Any moment, her head would come out of the fog, and she'd have to deal with the consequences of their actions. They demolished her no "off the job" boundary as this wasn't even off the job, but semantics. This might be worse. They just had sex up against the wall in a stalled elevator while both were very much on the job. Jenny most certainly could be fired and crucified in the poll of public opinion for it. But with the evidence of their lovemaking still between her legs, the rush of multiple orgasms leaving her dazed and satisfied, Jenny couldn't bring herself to care yet. It was worth it for the best orgasms she had since... well, the last one they shared in Paris.
Jethro seemed to have other thoughts. Mainly deciding it wasn't time yet to face the consequences of their actions. His turned her in his arms.
"Jethro what are you-" the end of her question died in her mouth as his finger circled her sensitive clit and his mouth sucked on the base of her neck. Jenny pushed his head away and squeezed her legs together.
He stopped. "Too much?" Gibbs asked. Though he teasedgerabout never pacing herself, he understood if it was too much for her now. Two quick orgasms, and she had had much time to recover.
"No." Jenny let her legs relax, parting them slightly to give his hand space to move. She reached her hand up to the back of his neck, coaxing him to come back to her. She felt him step behind her, her ass against his groin. She grabbed her dress, bunching it around her stomach. "Don't stop. But you can't kiss me like that, I'm not wearing the right clothes to cover it up if you mark my skin." Her fingernails grazed against the skin of his neck gently as his fingers continued to graze her clit. His head turned, and she felt him just nuzzle his face against her neck without sucking in the tender skin.
When he resumed his ministrations, he started softly, easing into it. He let her moans and body cues guide him.
Jenny closed her eyes, leaning back against his chest. He certainly hadn't forgotten how to touch her. However, his "especially under cover" comment on her first day made it perfectly clear he remembered their trysts in Europe.
She didn't miss the growing erection firming up against her ass the longer he touched her. Each moan and jerk of her body at the coaxing of his hand only hastened Jethro's arousal.
"Please, Jethro." Jenny gasped. She pushed her ass back against him. The pleasure emanating from her clit wasn't just a teasing, feel-good pleasure anymore Now, it was a need. She didn't want the feeling to stop but needed the orgasmic relief of climax.
Jethro may have made a teasing comment another time, but he was too far gone. He would damn near do anything she asked when she used that voice, the voice coated with need and desire.
Jenny braced her hands against the elevator. Gibbs grabbed her hips, taking car to hold her dress out of the way too. Again, he slid into her with no friction, her heat surrounding him. Their coupling minutes ago didn't lessen the need they felt. It was like drinking water after spending seven years in the desert. For a few months now, they've skated around the sexual tension that engulfed them, settling into a professional relationship and each individually handling their own emotions of what working in close promixity meant for their feelings. Just because Jenny had set a boundary and Gibbs respected her choice, didn't mean either had stopped loving the other. And there was no hiding their true feelings now as their body shared an intimacy they both craved and desired from the moment Jenny arrived back at NCIS headquarters.
Gibbs was a bit less forceful in his thrusts, but still mindful that they didn't exactly have time of their side. Somewhere in the back of their minds, they knew they could get caught if the elevaptr suddenly started or the doors were pried open. But like in '99, the need for one another, the attraction, love, it worth the risk. In the moment, neither were giving the consequences any thought, too wrapped up in each other's bodies.
Gibbs felt Jenny's legs start to shake. He wrapped his arms around her middle to hold her. "I've got you." He muttered in her ear. Jenny let his name tumble from her lips as all coherent thoughts were impossible. She gave her body over to him, to the need, the pleasure, the relief. She trusted him with her life; and right now, that meant making sure she didn't crumble to the floor as her legs refused to support her. He broke her heart once, but it was still in his hands even though she was too scared to admit it. As Jenny surrendered to yet another orgasm, she felt Jethro find his release too as he held her in his arms and against his chest, his body rocking into hers.
"Okay." Jenny gasped. "Okay."
Gibbs knew what that meant. It meant she was done and couldn't take anymore, and frankly, he was spent too. He kissed her neck, ghosting his lips over the sweaty flesh lightly as to not leave any marks like she had asked him not to minutes before. He slowly pulled out. His hands finally left her body. Jenny let her dress fall down back into place, though it was now wrinkled from being pushed up and out of the way. She hoped there wasn't any evidence of their coupling on it.
Jenny took a breath and straightened her posture. Turning around, she was met with twinkling blue eyes and the biggest grin on Gibbs' face.
"I've missed you, Jen." His grin got wider if that was even possible, and he handed her hair tie back to her. "Just like old times."
Jenny took the hair tie. She temporarily forgot he had pulled out her pony tail. Jenny put her hair back up in a ponytail before speaking. She used the time to stall, to think about what she wanted to say. But even as she secured the elastic, she had no idea what to say. She bent down for her panties. It wasn't an accident. She couldn't bring herself to regret it either, especially seeing the evidence of her arousal in her panties. Jenny grimanced as slipped the soiled underwear back on, hoping in the back of her mind she had a spare pair in her office.
Once she was dressed, she looked at Gibbs. He had also taken he time to straighten out his clothes.
How did one go about describing what just happened? He looked happy. His eyes shown and his posture was relaxed. The twinkle in his eye and the slight smile made her smile.
"Don't have to say anything." He told her. He saw the conflict in her eyes. "It could be a mistake." He tried to mask his own feelings as he took a step back from her. The reality of what they had just done starting to sink in. He couldn't brush it off like it was nothing. It wasn't just a heat of the moment kiss that they could brush off. It wasn't a drunken decision made after having too much bourbon. Both of them were sober and clear minded. What just happened was a mutually consentual obliteration of professionalism. A clear indication that both of them still felt the same way about each other regardless if they were willing to admit it. Both of them understood perfectly what they were doing in the moment, and neither had made a decision to stop it before they crossed the line.
Jenny shook her head. "This wasn't a mistake." Jenny began wrestling her pantyhose back on carefully so as to not rip them. She would have enough problems fixing her appearances without adding ripped pantyhose to her look. She was really glad she had gotten them off before the tension snapped, and they plunged fully into the feverish need for one another. Her stockings would have certainly been torn off by Gibbs, or even herself if they had in any way impeded them.
Gibbs unabashedly watched her slide the material up each toned leg. "You can't seriously be mad at me for this, Jen. I didn't hear you complaining."
Jenny finished pulling on her pantyhose and slipped her feet back into her heels. "Jethro." She put her hand on his chest and met his gaze. "I'm not blaming you. I'm not mad at you. I'm not made about this." Truthfully, she wasn't. Her heart was estastic that her mind finally gave in to the one thing her heart had wanted to do from the moment she laid eyes on him in MTAC on her first day. She was relieved in some ways that the tension had finally snapped, that she could stop wondering whether it would be just as good with him now as it had been (it was, it was maybe even better). "Can I have one minute to process the fact I'm the first female to head a federal agency, and I just spread my legs and let myself get thoroughly fucked in an office elevator." While personally she was thrilled with what just happened her director side was taking over, thinking about the consequences.
Anger flashed in Gibbs' eyes he took a step towards her, making the space between their bodies almost non-existent once again. "Yes, you are the first in your position, Jen. But don't say that like I'm just a random guy you spread your legs for." He refused to let her belittle him and his significance to her. He knew damn well what just happened only happened because it was HIM in the elevator with her. With no one else would she have done what they just did.
"No." She said softly, her eyes looking purposefully into his. She had nothing to hide. "You're not just any guy." He was right about that. He was the one she had fallen in love with but couldn't be with, right? "But this can't happen again, Jethro."
"In the elevator or at all?" He asked. Gibbs knew he was pushing his luck. She had already told him there would be no off the job between them. But this right now just proved what they both had been denying for months. They both still wanted each other. The only thing standing in their way was her boundary and his rule 12, but Jenny would always be the exception to the rule.
Jenny sighed. She didn't have an answer, or at least one she felt comfortable with. There was a reason this happened. It wasn't the heat of the moment. It wasn't just because the tension finally snapped, and both of them were helpless to do anything about it. Thry were both cpaable of seeking out sex from other people if that was this was about. It wasn't just satifying a primal need. They had made it almost a year of working together with the occasional sexual innuendo and flirting, but nothing seriously inappropriate. What just happened was a conscious decision by both of them. They both knew exactly what they were doing.
"I don't regret you. I don't regret us, Jethro. Not ever." She said.
"Jen." Gibbs let his hands trail up her sides. Even after nearly seven years, he remembered her perfectly. He hadn't forgotten her, hadn't stopped wanting her. That was all he ever wanted to hear. She had told him she loved him in Paris, and he had laughed it off, unable to believe it. He thought it was the mission she got caught up in. Even if the feelings were real, it was a mess. Gibbs made it difficult because he was scared of committing to her, scared of what he was feeling for her, feelings he hadn't felt as intensely since Shannon. And then, out of nowhere, she was gone. A note, her coat, and the memories were all he had left of her.
"I set my boundary with you for a reason. This, us, is inappropriate."
"It didn't stop us before." Gibbs reminded her, not that she needed it. He almost added that it didn't stop them today but thought better of it.
"That was different, and you know it. You can't compare back then to now."
"No. But I don't want to go back to before." Gibbs wasn't the same person he was back in Paris and didn't want to be. "The rules, what is right, it doesn't change how I feel. Does it change how you feel?"
"No." She conceded, not that she could lie to him. "But we aren't undercover here, Jethro. If it got out, it'd end my career. I'm not willing to risk that. You may think it's selfish, and maybe it is, but I want my career too. That is what has changed. I left to put me first. I needed to look out for myself then, and I still do now even if I still feel the same way about you."
"No reason you can't have both." He took a step back.
"Both of what?" Jen bent down to get her phone out of her purse.
"Me and the job." He said.
Jenny did a double take not quite sure she heard him right. "You can't be serious."
"Why not?" He said he leaned against the elevator beside her. "Not gonna push you to do something you don't want to do, Jen. But I don't want to just be the guy you go to for sex. You're right, that isn't fair to either of us. If you want this to work, if you commit to giving us another chance then I'm willing to follow your lead."
Jenny just stared. Had the heat of the stalled elevator gotten to him? What happened to Jethro Gibbs? "You getting soft, Gibbs?"
He shook his head. "Just know what I want. I-"
The elevator dinged, and they both looked startled. Jenny scooped her her purse and jacket.
The door opened and Gibbs's team was standing there. "Boss. Lady boss." DiNozzo said with a grin.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, DiNozzo or I'll do it for you."Gibbs said. It was clear what he was thinking.
"Yes, Boss." DiNozzo fixed his expression.
"Director." Gibbs said with a nod. "Think about it." He stepped off the elevator and looked at his team.
"Gibbs." She called to him, holding the door of the elevator. "I don't need to think about it." She nodded with the faintest hint of a smile, telling him all he needed to know before stepping back into the elevator.
"What'd you got?" Jenny heard Gibbs ask his team as the doors closed on the elevator once more. She stepped back and leaned against the elevator with her eyes closed. She knew she should scold herself for what happened in the elevator, but like she told Gibbs, she didn't regret it.
Jenny headed back up to her office. As she crossed the catwalk, she noticed the cool breeze signaling the air conditioning was working again. As she stepped into her office, she smiled. All it took was a heatwave, a broken air conditioner, and a stalled elevator to bring her and Gibbs back to where it all began and remind them that love was worth a second chance. Jenny knew what was at stake. It wasn't just her job, but she could lose her best friend too if this ended poorly. But it was worth it for a chance at love with the only man she'd ever give her heart to.