Jenny was just having a bad day. At the agency amongst all that she had going on she had to deal with Jarvis breathing down her neck, Jaylyn constantly saying she’d rather be in the field than being chained to her desk, the secretary of state harping on her to have the team of agents she had working on a case that involved the death of a foreign diplomat be resolved immediately and then of course cause since Jethro could rarely played nice with anyone but her; Jenny had to contend with the Director of the CIA. But then again when it came to the CIA, she couldn’t really blame Jethro for not playing nice with them; especially after what Ziva had to deal with five years ago with Ray. Jenny wanted to chew out the Director of the CIA and beat the crap out of Ray just as Jethro had after everything was said and done with the Burris case, but she couldn’t. Being the Director of NCIS had hindered her from doing so.
To say that Jenny was protective of her friend, her agent and her surrogate daughter was absolutely true. Everyone within the government hierarchy knew that if you messed anyone that Leroy Jethro Gibbs cared about or worked with that he’d make you pay. They also knew that Jenny was the same way. Jethro had finished up for the day around 1700, Jenny on the other hand was stuck at the agency until 2100 cleaning up his mess. Jenny knew that she’d going home to just Jethro. The girls were sleeping over a friend’s house, Noemi had the night off and Kelly was off visiting both Jack and Joann over the weekend.
Jenny walked into the house, set her bags down in and called for Jethro automatically assuming he was in the basement or something. Either way no matter where he was in the house she knew Jethro would hear her.
“Jethro, you’re eyesight is bad; not your hearing.” Jenny called.
Jenny got no response so she went into the kitchen. She pulled out a pint whenever Jethro had stressed her out over the years. Jenny retrieved one of the pints she had in the freezer. Unlike Jethro who resorted to coffee or a mason jar of bourbon when he was stressed, Jenny at times would resort to her second addiction. The addiction that she picked up on when she was pregnant with the girls since she was unable to drink bourbon at that time. This time was more of a red velvet cake kind of mending instead of a cookie dough repair or a birthday cake repair; so thanks to Ben & Jerry’s, Jenny de-stressed with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s red velvet cake ice cream instead of her other two favorite favors.
With the pint in hand, Jenny left the cover on the island counter and sank into the living couch. Jethro came back from his coffee run and saw the ice cream lid on the counter. He knew what that meant.
“Jen.” Jethro called.
Like Jenny, Jethro got no answer; partially due to the fact that Jenny was relaxing on the couch listening to her music while eating her ice cream. But of course when he didn’t get an answer Jethro’s mind went immediately to the negative. Too many things in their past had caused him to think this way. So in a matter of minutes Jethro had his gun drawn as he went room to room looking for his wife.
When the song Jenny had been listening to had ended she heard Jethro’s footsteps along with minor indiscreet sound of Jethro’s gun hitting his wedding band.
“Jethro, everything is fine; I’m in the living room. Put the gun away.”
“Next time answer when I call for you.” Jethro said when he joined Jenny in the living room.
“Don’t start, I’ve been cleaning up after your mess all day; I am allowed to not answer you.”
“I see you brought the Director home with you tonight.”
“Well when you can’t play nice with the sister agencies, what else do you expect?”
“Here we go, its sister agencies again.” Jethro commenting on the time she had first said that to him in the basement just after she had taken the Director’s position.
“I’m a schizoid libber, remember? It comes with working with chauvinists like you over the years.” Jenny said paraphrasing her prior statement.
“Cute Jen.”
“I thought it was.”
“So your work day was that bad it warrants a pint of Ben & Jerry’s?”
“Yes it does Jethro, if you would just learn to play nice with all the other agencies and not just the Bureau then I wouldn’t need to de-stress this way.”
“You and Tobias aren’t the only ones I play nice with.”
“Borin doesn’t count; you’re nice to her so that I don’t strangle her for wanting to jump you.”
“Do I sense a bit of jealousy, Jen?”
“Not jealousy, Jethro; I am just guarding what’s mine.”
“After eighteen years together and you’re still worried that some woman is going to steal me away from you; you know perfectly well that I would never leave you and the girls.”
“I know; Marines don’t do that, but then again your track record contradicts that.”
“A few ex-wives and you’re questioning my loyalties.”
“A few ex-wives, ha; you got to be kidding me. Four ex-wives isn’t a few, Jethro; four exes is quite a bit.”
“You’re really going to bring them up.”
“Yes I am. Four divorces, it’s justified that I would be concern that I’d end up being the fifth.”
“You know perfectly well why divorcing them was necessary.”
“Yeah, yeah; Shannon couldn’t deal with being a Marine’s wife, Diane couldn’t stand being a human antidepressant and she had her affair with Tobias, then there’s that whole thing with Ann and we all know the real reason why you divorced Stephanie.” Jenny said as her eyes darted away from Jethro.
“Those were different scenarios and you know that. You can handle being the wife of a Marine cause your Dad was in the Navy, I know you’re not going to have an affair with Tobias, then what happened with Ann won’t happen with us and like you said we both know why I divorced Stephanie.” Jethro said giving Jenny knowing look.
“Just remember I can’t always be your hardcore, everything bounces off of me wife all the time; I have to let the guard down every once in a while.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jethro said as he started caressing Jenny’s thigh.
“That’s real subtle Jethro.”
“Come on, we should. We have the whole house to ourselves and nothing else to do.”
“All it ever is with you is sex, Jethro.”
“Do you blame me, look who I’m married too.”
“Oh fine, you win.”
“I’m not going to force you, Jen; if you don’t want to we won’t.”
“Jethro, just shut hell up and do it already.”
An hour later as Jenny lay in front of Jethro on the couch with a blanket covering them and their clothing strewn across the floor Jenny began to fall asleep in her husband’s embrace.
“It seemed like you were forcing yourself there.” Jethro said in a hushed tone as he kissed the curvature of Jenny’s neck.
“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. You’ll never know.”
“Need to know and I don’t need to know, huh?”
“Exactly, now shut up and let me sleep. I’ve had a long day.”
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