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Mexican Man

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"So, you said you had something to tell me?" Gibbs asked over his plate of food.

"Hmm, oh yeah. I got a job offer," she said, just eating normally.

"You get one every week," he pointed out.

"I know, but this one is... different." He simply raised his eyebrows. "It's with NCIS, don't worry, but I was a little surprised at first."

"Go on," he urged.

"I had a video conference with SecNav today, and he told me he was a little suspicious and unhappy with Director Vance's work—."

"You're not becoming Director," he intervened.

"No, I'm not. This is higher than Director. It's a new position, and he had been thinking about it after the thing with the boxer from Chicago, the case Vance led. And now that I'm back, he wants me to do it."

"What would you then be doing?"

"I'd be the last word, so, a higher rank than the Director. Well—no, more like the last word between SecNav and Director." His eyebrows rose.

"SecNav is suspicious about Vance's work?" Gibbs asked, impressed that the man had noticed.

"Yeah." Jenny nodded, deep in thought.

"You accepting it?"

"I don't know, I really don't. I mean it's great—really great—but I didn't want to get into a high position." She shrugged.

"Can you see if they can keep it private, if you were to take the position?"

"Yes. What do you think?" She had slowly stopped eating, but then took another bite.

"Wow, unhappy with Vance..." Gibbs said, with a smirk.

"Jethro! And this is not something that you can use against him! This stays between the two of us."

"Yeah, yeah, of course. But I'll know." Gibbs had a pleased smile on his face. "You tell him about us?"

"I did."


"He won two hundred dollars." Gibbs chuckled, and Jenny smiled. "Why is everybody betting on us?"

He gave her what he called the Shepard-glare—it was somewhere stuck between amusement, 'think idiot' and 'come on'—and she smiled.

"It doesn't work on me. But I know what you mean. I'm a very interesting topic," she said, waving her arm around, and Gibbs scoffed.

"We are an interesting topic."

"Jethro, they bet about everything. From what color lingerie is my favorite to McGee's new book."

"He's writing another one?" Jenny simply nodded. She suddenly got a smirk, and ran up the stairs, returning shortly with her hands behind her back.

"You know how I said in my free time in Mexico, I read?" Gibbs nodded. "I think my favorite two books are Deep Six and Deep Six: Rock Hollow. I especially like LJ Tibbs, although I'm not really fond of Mollis Hann."

"Hmm, me neither."

"But in the book LJ dates her," Jenny pointed out, and he reached for her, pulling her onto his lap.

"If you want my personal opinion, I think he dated her just to make Senny Jhepard jealous."

"Think it worked?"

"You tell me." She didn't answer him, simple lowered her lips onto his, kissing him passionately.

The elevator doors opened, and Gibbs was pleasantly surprised to see the redhead in there, holding the door open for him. He entered.

"Up or down?" she asked.

"Up." He looked at her. She looked really nice, in a striped pencil skirt she rarely wore, a dark green V-neck sweater, a jacket matching her skirt, and—a recent change—flats. She had hated going back to non-heeled shoes, but she felt her body protesting when she wore the heels. He looked up at her face and found her looking back at him with a smile on her face.

"You're all decked out," he commented, and turned back to the metal doors.

"Why can't you just say you like my outfit?"

"You look nice," he threw over his shoulder. "What's the occasion?" She reached across him and pushed the emergency stop button. The elevator jolted to a stop and the lights went out.

"I'm taking the position," she said and leaned back against the side wall. Gibbs nodded.



"Mhm-hmm," he murmured, nodding. "I don't really think you want to be teaching interrogation techniques forever. This is perfect for you." She smiled at that. "Does he know about the baby?"

She shook her head. "I'm telling him today. I don't think he'll disapprove."

"He might win some more money," Gibbs commented, making her laugh.

"Why are you going up?" she asked.

"To see the Director."

"What did you do now?"

"This time, nothing." She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow in disbelief. "How can I convince you?" he asked, backing her into a corner, his mouth near her ear. She laughed at his antics.

"Not like that. I have to go." She gently shoved him away from her and pushed the emergency stop button back in, jolting the elevator back to life. When the doors opened, he placed his hand at the small of her back, and tenderly rubbed circles there to relieve some of her back pain. She hadn't told him, but he knew, just by the way she slept at night. When they reached MTAC, he just kept on walking, but not without letting his fingers trail over her still flat abdomen. Jenny smiled, and entered MTAC.

"Alright, half an hour?"

"Yes. I will see you then," SecNav said, over video conference, before they broke off contact.

"Can I have the room?" Jenny asked the two techs, who nodded and left. She turned and saw Gibbs sitting next to the chair she had been occupying moments before. She smiled at him.

"How'd it go?"

"Good. He doesn't mind me being pregnant, we have his blessings." Gibbs gave a nod. "And I am now the official SecNav/NCIS Liaison." He clapped his hands for her, making her laugh.

"I brought you lunch because you..."

"Forgot," she said guiltily. He patted the chair next to him—her chair—for her to sit. When she did, he handed her a sandwich and she voiced her approval with a little moan.

"You done with SecNav?" he asked, because if she wasn't, and she was on a break, meant that it would be a long afternoon, and possibly night, and he didn't want her overworked.

"Nope," she said and shook her head. "Still gotta go through all the security clearings, and exactly what the job entitles, and lot more." She finished eating her sandwich. She ran a hand over her face and took a deep breath.


"Headache." He lifted the armrest, and put the food on the floor. He made her turn her back to him and lean back against him. He massaged her scalp, running his fingers through her long red hair. After a while he moved to massage her temples, and he knew not to stop abruptly, so he slowed to a stop, keeping his hands in her hair. She sighed and when he looked down at her, her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Thank you, Jethro, I love you," she said, making him chuckle.

"You're welcome, Jen, I love you too." He lowered his hands to her abdomen, and he kept them there. Her hands covered his. "You ok?" She nodded.

"We're doing well," she said softly. He felt his phone start to vibrate, making her groan unhappily. He guided her back to her original position and got up, giving her a light kiss and leaving.