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"Come on Probie it's just -Oh." Tony paused his teasing of McGee as a distinguished gentleman stepped off the elevator on the floor above them The Secretary of the Navy was flanked by two of his security agents.
Jenny Shepard emerged from the hallway leading to her office and met the Secretary outside of MTAC. It was clear she had expected him. The two exchanged a few words before she lead him towards MTAC.
Gibbs had looked up when Tony stopped talking. He wondered what had caused his senior field agent to cut off mid sentence. Gibbs caught sight of the SecNav but his attention was diverted almost immediately after when Jenny appeared. He always seemed to clock to the moment she entered a room. Gibbs was curious too, but unlike Tony, he wondered quietly to himself. It wasn't too often that the Secretary of the Navy stopped by the NCIS office building. Gibbs knew for a fact Jenny regularly met with him but either via teleconference in MTAC or at his office in the Pentagon. Rarely did SecNav make the trek to NCIS.
As Jenny and the Secretary headed into MTAC, Gibbs and his team were not the only ones that noticed the presence of the SecNav. A rustle of whispers floated through the room. Gibbs stared at the door after they disappeared into the secure room. Part of him wished he was in that room because he was curious as to what was so sensitive that it required the SecNav to appear in person. But the other part of him was happy to stay as far away from the bureaucracy of the Director and Secretary's jobs.
"What's that about?" Tony asked aloud, turning slightly towards Gibbs though not really expecting any of his colleagues to have a clue.
Gibbs's desk phone rang. They all turned to look, wondering if it was notification of a case or perhaps had something to do with the Secretary of the Navy being here. "Yeah. Gibbs." He answered, eyes still on the spot where Jenny and the Secretary had disappeared out of sight moments ago.
"The Director would like to see you in MTAC right now Agent Gibbs. She's with SecNav." Cynthia informed him.
"Be right up." He said before hanging up on Cynthia.
Gibbs got to his feet and headed for the stairs. He was not going to keep Jenny or the Secretary waiting. He scanned into MTAC and reached for the handle as the door unlocked. It was just the Director and Secretary inside. No techs were present in the room. The only other person was Cynthia who walked past him and out the door as he came in. That left just Gibbs, his boss, and her boss. The fact it was just the three of them was odd. Gibbs walked down into the center of the room where they stood waiting for him.
Gibbs addressed them in order of seniority. He turned to each as he addressed them. "Mr. Secretary. Director." Then Gibbs waited for one of them to speak. He could honestly say he had no idea what this was about. He was pretty sure he wasn't about to get fired though.
"We've got a problem, Agent Gibbs." Jenny said. She clicked the remote in her hand and an image popped up on the screen. It was a blast from the past.
"Elena." Gibbs remembered the lady's name. He scrutinized the image of the tall black haired lady on the screen. That was the name he and Jenny had known. He hasn't trusted her back then and he still didn't trust her.
"She and a male companion arrived at Dulles late yesterday evening." Jenny said as they watched the footage of the man and woman walking through Dulles Airport.
"French intelligence says she went rogue two years ago. Unofficially, she's blown the cover of several of their operatives. They managed to pull three out in time, one they couldn't get word to in time and was killed. And they have not been able to tie the security breach to her directly." SecNav explained. "French intelligence is still trying to tie her to the Intel leak. But the word is has a new target in D.C., we are suspecting that she might attack at the Navy Ball. FBI investigation discovered the guest list for the Navy Ball in a joint raid with German intelligence. Naturally the guest list, includes Director Shepard and myself." SecNav said.
"German authorities also found this scribbled on the copy of the guest list in their Berlin hotel room." Jenny clicked the button again and the note appeared on the screen.
It took Gibbs all of three seconds to read the note and figure out exactly why he had been summoned for this conversation. He had a gut feeling he knew where this conversation was going. The note read "Isabelle and Gerard -- Washington, D.C."
"Our cover blown?" He asked SecNav. Isabelle and Gerard had been their aliases for their time in Europe. French Intelligence weren't even told their real names. Only the most senior officials knew they were NCIS agents undercover. To everyone else, including lower ranking intelligence officials Elena included, Isabelle and Gerard were in Paris for a black market arms trade. They under surveillance of French Intelligence for this arms trade.
"Your cover was locked tight." SecNav said. "I spoke with Former Director Morrow this morning and he assured me that there were only two people in French intelligence who knew your true identity. It was off the record. However, he couldn't speak to how French Intelligence handled the intel on their end. As far as he knows, your cover was never blown."
"Elena used a known drop to leave a message for Isabelle. Navy intelligence found it at the drop this morning." Jenny said.
"Didn't realize our covers were still active." Gibbs remarked. He didn't know that in the intelligence world people were still keeping tabs on Isabelle and Gerard or that their profiles were still active.
"They were never retired." SecNav explained. "We keep routine screening on drop locations for undercover ops in case something like this happens. And occasionally drop tidbits of news into the dark web so your identities remain active in that world even if the agents who assumed those aliases have moved on. It allows us the flexibility to keep our options open. Far as people like Elena are concerned Isabelle and Gerard have kept a low profile over the last few years but are not out of the business."
"What was the message?" Gibbs asked, turning to Jenny.
Jenny clicked the button again on the remote in her hand to display the picture of the note. It read: Isabelle, the Willard Hotel would make for a lovely staycation for you and Gerard, don't you think? This weekend is perfect.
"She wants us at the Willard this weekend. The same weekend they are hosting the Navy Ball. This can't be a coincidence." Jenny said. She already knew how Gibbs felt about coincidences.
"But if Elena has stolen Intel from French Intelligence, we could be walking into a trap." Gibbs said.
"Well Isabelle's name is on that note and Director Shepard is on the Navy ball guest list." Jenny said. She pulled up two papers on the screen. "Same handwriting. Same person wrote both lists."
"Doesn't mean this isn't a trap." Gibbs said. He didn't like that the note was addressed specifically to Jenny's cover.
"No, it doesn't." SecNav agreed. "But it's the only viable option. Isabelle and Gerard are the only two who can get close enough to Elena to figure out what is going on in the short time we have. The Navy Ball is in two days." SecNav said. "I need you to lock down this threat." He looked at Jenny. "I know you haven't been a field agent in a while, Director Shepard, but you and Agent Gibbs are the only option we have."
"Hold on." Gibbs interjected. Even if he knew in his gut where this conversation was leading the moment Elena's photo was put up on the screen, he wasn't quite ready for it when the SecNav confirmed the intention was to send him and Jenny back undercover.
"Problem with that Special Agent Gibbs?" The SecNav looked at him.
"None, Sir." Gibbs replied immediately. "Only wondered if we've considered the security risk here." Gibbs pointed to one of the images up on the screen. "Director Shepard isn't a field agent anymore as you pointed out. My concern is she's not a faceless agent. We show up at that hotel as Isabelle and Gerard and it won't matter if someone recognizes her. That hotel is going to be crawling with Navy and Marine personnel ahead of this ball."
"He is right, Gibbs." Jenny said softly. While she had the same concern, she pointed out, "We don't have a lot of time here and you and I are the best chance we have." She gestures towards the screen. "We get hotel a reservation and we figure it out."
Gibbs could only nod. He didn't like it but Jenny was right. The SecNav was right. They had two days to figure out what was going on because cancelling the ball was not an option. Well at least not an option anyone was willing to discuss at this point. And he couldn't argue with what they said. He and Jenny were the best option for this and they didn't have much time at all.
"I know it's highly unusual to send the Director on a field op, especially a covert one like this." The SecNav said.
"My field training and marksmanship training are up to date, Sir." Jenny said. "It's been a little while. But I've got plenty of experience on undercover ops. It won't be a problem."
"No problem at all, Sir." Gibbs assured him. He didn't doubt that Jenny could do this. That was never a question in his mind. His concern was more with trying to conceal the Director's identity in a hotel full of people who could recognize her. And he couldn't quite shake the feeling in his gut that she was the target, but he also wasn't willing to fully commit to that possibility just yet. They didn't have enough information, but he didn't think it was a coincidence that Elena had reached out now and wanted them at the Willard this weekend when the Navy Ball was taking place.
Despite his decision on the matter. SecNav wasn't exactly thrilled with this option either. It was risky and short notice. It left NCIS scrambling to get into position. He hated a rushed undercover op, and he especially didn't like this one that put his Director directly in the thick of it. "Agent Gibbs I want an open line of communication with your senior field agent during this op. I know it's not protocol, but neither is sending the Director undercover in the field. I'm giving you complete operation control but I want to be in the loop."
"Respectfully Sir," Jenny spoke up, "while I appreciate the added caution due to my position, for the duration of this op it's probably best if we don't consider me the director. I understand the risk here, so does Agent Gibbs. No titles. No egos. Just two agents working a mission. Just like we did in '99. It's what's best for the mission. I don't want a security detail covering the hotel, I don't want my position to sway any decisions. I trust Agent Gibbs and his team on the back up for this, but the added security that comes with my position cannot be a factor. In fact, I would argue it would hinder even compromise the mission."
SecNav looked at her long and hard. While he appreciated her sentiment, she was still the director. He also knew her point was valid. "I want both of your asses covered. Is that understood?" He looked between them.
"Yes Sir." Came the joint reply.
The SecNav added. "If anything feels off, I want you to call it off. You two aren't alone in the field this time, but I don't want anyone taking risks we don't have to. The longer the two of you are undercover, the more questions there will be about the Director's absence and the more likely it is your cover gets blown."
"Yes Sir." Jenny and Gibbs said together. With that the SecNav left.
Gibbs called his team, Ducky, and Abby up to MTAC. Together he and Jenny filled them in.
"Working theory right now is Elena's target is someone at the Navy Ball. Director and I will check into the hotel this afternoon under the aliases we used before which were scribbles on the Ball's guest list found in Elena's hotel in Berlin. McGee, I want to know everything you can find out about what she's been up to since she left French Intelligence. Tony, look into her male friend. I want to know what his role is in this. Ziva, work your international contacts. Find about anything you can about them and what this might be about. We are working blind here and we don't have much time."
"Abby, work with McGee and see what chatter you can find about Isabelle and Gerard over the last few years. We need to know what that world has been thinking about us." Jenny added. "Ducky, any psychological insight you can provide that might help us figure out the target would help. Or anything you might recall from our previous interactions with Elena."
"Go." Gibbs dismissed them.
Once the team left to get to work Jenny turned to Gibbs. "I'll be in my office working with Cynthia to arrange my schedule so no one knows I'm gone for the next few days. I trust you'll come fill me when you know more." She said
Gibbs nodded. First he went for more coffee then he started making his rounds of his team, seeing what information they had for him.
Jenny and Gibbs spent the next hour or so in Jenny's office pouring over the information his team had collected over the last few hours. They say on her couch, information spread out on the coffee table in front of them. They went through their old covers to make sure every detail was cemented into memory again. Additionally they had to figure out what their covers had been up to the last few years. Rumors on the dark web were they had settled into a quiet life in Alexandria. Gerard was working as a defense contractor for the Navy and stealing intel. Isabelle was an influential lobbyist using her influence and power to glean classified information from staff and members of congress.
"See,"Jenny pointed out some low level intelligence Isabelle had traded on, "ass-kissing on the hill is a skill."
Gibbs chuckled. Whoever had kept their covers active over the last few years did a good job. It was plausible. Sitting here with her, pouring over details felt like old times, but it was different.
"Jethro," Jenny said. She straightened up from leaning over the coffee table and removed her reading glasses as she turned to look at him. "I know it's been six years since we were partners." She decided they needed to rip off the bandaid so to speak and address the past head on before they were thrown back into undercover work, more or less the same undercover work that led to them obliterating all bounds of professionalism when they weren't strictly working and letting professional and personal mesh into one relationship. This wasn't just any undercover mission. They were reviving their covers as a couple that was madly in love. They would need to act like it in order to keep their cover.
"Having second thoughts, Jen?" He looked at her. He couldn't help the way his stomach twisted waiting for her response.
"No, Jethro." She said seriously, looking sternly at him. "I'm not. I just want you to know that I know as soon as we leave this building I'm not Director Shepard anymore. The only way this works is if we trust each other and we do this together. No egos. No rank. Just us." She smiled. "Like old times."
"Yeah." He said. "One more thing."
"What's that?"
"We have to sell this. Isabelle and Gerard are married and affectionate." He said. "I need to know that's not going to be a problem for you, Jen."
"It won't be. It's the job. I know that." Jenny said. She wasn't worried about it. It would all be fake this time with Gibbs's team having eyes and ears in their hotel room. It wasn't like it was six years ago. Truthfully she wasn't worried about pretending to be his wife and acting affectionately. She was however a bit concerned about the prospect of having fake sex. Of course it would be easy to make it sound and look believable with him. Jenny just didn't know how that would affect their delicate relationship even if they told themselves it was for the mission, that it wasn't personal. It was undeniable that they still had chemistry. They flirted with that line of professionalism despite her request that they keep their relationship professional. In '99 they never faked a thing, now they were going to fake it. "Is it going to be an issue for you?" She asked.
"No." He said shaking his head once.
"Okay." Jenny said. She didn't know what she really expected from this conversation but at least they had made it clear that this time it was simply for the mission and it would all be professional.
"Director, costume department is ready for you and Agent Gibbs." Cynthia spoke through the intercom system.
Jenny activated the intercom and replied. "We are on our way." She said standing up. "Can't show up to the Willard dressed looking like two federal workers and I need to not look like Director Shepard." Gibbs followed her.
Gibbs and Jenny went to change and then came back to MTAC to get their earwigs and microphones concealed. Gibbs wore a black suit and Jenny had on a casual cocktail dress with an open neckline displaying some cleavage. She also wore wonderful brunette wig which she had used in '99 to blend in as her red hair would have made her stand out more. The wig did wonders to conceal her identity. Coupled with oversized sunglasses and you couldn't tell she was Director Shepard. Unless you were standing in front of her. Gibbs gave Tony a solid head smack as the younger man nearly drooled over the not very modest neck line of the Director's dress and her very visible cleavage.
"Thank you, boss." Tony muttered though he didn't sound very sorry about having been caught staring at the Director's chest.
Gibbs offered his arm to Jenny, fighting every instinct to do exactly what Tony had been doing. Jenny smirked seeing him focus every bit of willpower on keeping his eyes on her face. After a final check that they had everything, Gibbs and Jenny grabbed their suitcases and headed for the door.
McGee was already in place at the hotel ready to sweep their room after they checked in.
Gibbs handled the check in with Jenny on his arm. She subtly eyed the place seeing if she recognized Elena or anyone else. She angled her body towards Jethro as she watched an assistant to the SecNav she knew walk in. But the assistant didn't even look in her direction. Jenny slowly released the breath she was holding. Her hand slipped into his and Gibbs admitted it felt nice as his thumb rubbed against her hand. He smiled at her and she leaned in to kiss his cheek. She gave him the briefest nod to let him know she was okay. He eyes showing that he had felt her tense up. "SecNav's assistant." She barely whispered the explanation. "Didn't even look over." She assured him.
He squeezed her hand gently. "Like it?" He asked referring to the room as the hotel staff returned with their keys.
"It's lovely." Jenny said looking around at the the fountain and tall ceiling in the center of the lobby.
"My view is pretty good, too." He grinned, staring at her. They didn't have to pretend this part. It was easy to look lovingly at someone you were in love with, even if they told themselves it was for the mission. They slipped into the roles of a loving couple easily.
In MTAC Tony joked that Gibbs had plenty of practice with his ex-wives. But it was also a little strange for Gibbs's team to see this side of him. To see him so openly display his affection.
"Ever the charmer, my love." She said leaning into him. She turned to the receptionist. "Are we all set?"
"Yes, ma'am. Keys are here. Your room number is on the inside tab. Do let us know if there is anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable."
"Thank you." Jenny picked the key card holder off the counter top.
Jethro grabbed their bags and the pair headed for the elevator.
McGee arrived shortly after they arrived in their room with a complimentary platter of cheese and grapes and a mini bottle of champagne. He did a quick sweep and let them know there were no bugs found but that didn't mean there wasn't someone watching them and they should be careful that there could be a heat laser trained on them or other listening advice. They shouldn't let their guard down in their hotel room. McGee placed a flower arrangement which concealed a camera and microphone with a feed into MTAC.
Under the pretense of showing Gibbs the TV features McGee said softly. "You have your earwigs and mics. This camera can pick up sound, too but don't make it obvious."
"Yeah, got it." Gibbs said. It wasn't like he hadn't gone undercover with back up in place before. But the last time he and Jenny had gone undercover together they were not constantly watched and listened too. They were both very aware of the fact his team would have eyes and ears on them at all times.
Gibbs slipped a few bucks into McGee's hand. "That'll be all." McGee nodded and left the room.
"Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do before dinner." Jenny teased reaching for the zipper on her dress. She wasted no time staying in character. If someone was watching them, and knew them, they needed to keep their cover intact.
Gibbs stepped to the side the moment he realized her dress was going to fall right off her body. He shielded her from the view of the camera McGee had just pointed out in the floral arrangement. Somewhere in MTAC Gibbs knew Tony was probably disappointed, but Gibbs didn't care. Jenny deserved all the privacy he could give her, knowing it was already awkward for her to have to put on this show knowing his team was watching. He wasn't exactly thrilled with having to make fake sex noises in front of his team either, but right now this was his job. Jenny pulled down the covers and got into bed. Gibbs remained where he stood not giving anyone a free look at Jenny in her underwear.
"I do hope you are coming, darling." She purred, tossing her bra out from under the sheets. She knew exactly why he hadn't moved and appreciated him looking after her.
Gibbs looked down at the bra Jenny had discarded. He looked back at her waiting for him in the bed. "I don't want to hear one word about this from any of you." Gibbs breathed into his microphone discreetly as he began to undress. He knew what he and Jenny were about to pretend to do and that his team would be watching in MTAC. Gibbs remained where he stood as he stripped out of his clothes, leaving his boxers on as to not flash his bare butt cheeks to the feed in MTAC. He wasn't going to get naked anyway. But he was really glad only Jen could see the front of him because there was nothing he could do to stop the erection that had started to form the moment the dress slid off her shoulders. Jenny tossing aside her bra hadn't helped either.
He approached the bed and got on top of the bed. He yanked the covers down off her body, shielding her from view with his body. The camera in the floral arrangement would only pick up their voice from the bed if they were loud enough. If they whispered, they wouldn't be heard. The hidden microphones in their clothes that now lay on the floor wouldn't pick up much noise from the bed either. The camera did have a clear view of the bed. As he crawled up her body, hovering over her, Jenny pulled the covers up his back protecting them from the camera. If there was a heat sensor camera trained on them from somewhere it would pick up enough heat between them for it to appear as though they were having sex while the sheet covered up the fact that below the waist neither of them were naked.
Gibbs bent his head and she tilted hers up to meet his. Their mouths collided. Instead of the appropriate open mouth tongueless kiss for show that they were expected to engage in, there was nothing for show about the chemistry that sparked between them when their lips met. It was instinctual as both succumbed to feelings that had been restrained for months. It felt too natural in the moment. There was nothing fake in these kisses full of tongue. A fight for control went back and forth. The need, the gasps, the hands clutching bodies were very real and authentic reactions to each other. Gibbs had her hands pinned above her head. Her hands squeezing his. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
Gibbs had some wherewithall to remember where they were and who was listening in. Jenny's legs wrapped around his waist, pinning him against her. Gibbs burrowed his face in her neck as she grinded against him, trying to leverage the sizeable bulge in his boxers for friction. Gibbs knew it was pointless to try and hide his physical reaction. There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't be in this intimate position with her without getting erect. Jenny thrusting against him didn't help. Her panties were soaked. He could feel that through his boxers. His erection was painful and a part of his mind was wondering why he wasn't doing anything about it when she was so clearly wanting it. If this wasn't for show, he'd already be inside her and they both knew it. He closed his eyes trying not to think about her wet panties and what that meant. But of course he knew her intimately and could picture exactly what she would look like if he pulled away her panties. Gibbs was barely hanging into his sanity. He knew he couldn't do anything more because this was for show. And it was a helluva show they were putting on now. Even if they slipped up and kissed with tongue. Anything more than that would certainly be crossing a line that they couldn't walk back. The kissing they could get over, brush off as a literal slip of the tongue.
Jenny could feel the tension in his body. He was uncomfortable, nearly rigid as he tried to hang onto his sanity, obediently moving his body over hers, simulating sex. Jenny was doing most of the work now.
The friction between her panties and his boxers was making them both miserable, denying what they both craved and needed. Knowing the pleasure they were denying themselves was driving them both crazy. But their bodies weren't aware that this was just for show and it was not going to end in a physical connection of their bodies, at least not more than what their mouths had already engaged in. But that didn't stop their bodies from sending clear signs about what they wanted. Even though Jenny knew he could feel how soaked her panties were and Jethro knew she could feel his erection, keeping their underwear on, not letting there be actual skin to skin contact where they were still clothed, was the only think keeping this professional. They couldn't come together apart from kissing and touching each other where moderately appropriate. That was the one semblance of professionalism that remained. It is what allowed them to say this was for the mission and not their own pleasure. Both of them knew where the line was. But it was scared them both to realize how quickly and easily they were pushing up against that line.
Jenny squeezed her eyes shut. Gibbs could hear her whimpers. Those weren't faked. "Please." She begged, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
Gibbs stopped. "What's wrong?" The tears worried him.
Her eyes opened. How did she tell him that she was on the verge of crying because she was so desperate for him and her body was physically in pain because the tension was too much. She needed relief. "I need more. I can't take the friction. I need an orgasm." Her voice only loud enough for him to hear. Her voice trembling with need. She bit her lip. Jenny couldn't help the tears of frustration that were hot against her flushed face. It was too much for her. The burning desire was searing her body. The throbbing between her legs was nearly unbearable. Her body couldn't figure out why it wasn't getting what it needed when he was right there and clearly wanting it too from the feel of the bulge in his boxers. She couldn't just tell herself it was for show because the arousal was real.
Gibbs knew he couldn't touch her. That was crossing a line. But he couldn't just listen to her whimper, knowing what she was feeling. He felt it too. He could feel her frustration in her thrusts, in her whimpers. Even as she moaned loudly for show, he knew what she was really feeling. And it was easier for him. His climax would come easily, just as soon as his last shred of restraint snapped. And he wasn't going to be able to hold himself off for much longer. He was just going to have to swallow his pride and accept that he was going to cum in his boxers. There wasn't anything he could do to stop that from happening at this point. But he couldn't leave her aching and unsatisfied. Not only would it be unfair to her, but he was never one to leave a woman unsatisfied. And especially seeing the distress she was in, Gibbs wouldn't ignore that.
"Trust me." He muttered in her ear. He felt her nod. At this point Jenny didn't care what he was planning to do. All she knew is she needed something to be done. Gibbs let go of her hands and grabbed her hips. He pulled her panties down but move his hands back up by either side of her head. She was about to tell him no, that the couldn't cross the line when she caught the look in his eye. He had no intention of crossing that line. She wasn't exactly sure what he was planning but it wasn't that. He didn't look down there at her now naked hips, his eyes trained on her face. He felt her shift slightly under him. He could make sure she got what she needed without touching her. Once he was sure he was positioned just right he let her know he was ready. "Thrust Jen." He muttered in her ear. He had positioned himself so when she thrusted against him now, without her panties in the way, it caused enough friction in just the right place. His thigh was strong and steady between her legs. She rode his thigh desperately and did not feel ashamed about it because she knew from the look in his eye he wasn't doing any better at controlling himself. Her hands gripped his hips as she used his thigh. Gibbs could feel her arousal spreading over his thigh. He moaned into her neck. The sounds she was making nearly did him in right there.
Jenny gasped, head tossed back against the pillow. Relief started to flood her body. She was going to climax. Jenny could feel it. Just a little bit more. She moved with more urgency against his thigh. She panted heavily in his ear, not wanting the agents surely watching and listening in MTAC to hear what she really sounded like in bed. Her eyes closed and finally she surrendered herself to her orgasm. Gibbs turned his head just in time to catch her mouth, swallowing her scream. Gibbs was right there with her, coming moments later.
He looked down at Jenny who had a dazed look on her face. He kissed her cheek and rolled off of her. He started at the ceiling catching his breath. Jenny swung an arm over him and he grabbed her hand.
Meanwhile MTAC was silent.
"I feel like I just watched my parents do it." Abby said breaking the silence.
"It's acting Abby." Ziva said unfazed by the erotic display they had just witnessed. She smirked at herself.
"That looked pretty real." Tony said.
"Please, Tony, I don't want that thought in my head." McGee said. He had only heard the shouts that were loud enough to be picked up on the MTAC feed since he was still at the hotel and not in MTAC with the rest of the team. "Hearing it was bad enough."
"Jethro." Jenny whispered. "I need to use the bathroom.
"Go." He told her.
"I'm not walking in front of that camera your team placed in my underwear." Jenny quietly hissed back at him. She had put her panties back in place on her hips but she remembered her bra was discarded somewhere across the room. Even then she was not going to parade around in front of them in her underwear.
"Abby." Gibbs spoke loud enough for the microphone to pick up. But he spoke facing Jenny so it would looked like he was talking to her if there's was a camera watching.
"Yeah Gibbs."
"Kill that camera for 10 seconds."
"Camera going dark in three.... Two ... One." Abby said and shut off the camera.
Jenny scrambled to the bathroom. Gibbs got up and grabbed two robes. He quickly put one on to cover his soiled boxers. His team did not need to know or see evidence of his ejaculation. He hung the other on the bathroom door which was out of line of the camera.
"Robe is on the door handle, honey." He called loud enough for Jenny to hear through the door. Then walked over to the tray McGee had brought up and started snacking.
Jenny came out and joined him on the couch.
Gibbs kisses her cheek. "I'm gonna shower." Jenny nodded knowing he needed it.
Gibbs headed for the bathroom. He couldn't wait to get out of his soiled boxers. Gibbs stood under the hot water. He couldn't help the grin plastered on his face. It felt reassuring to him to know he and Jenny still had it. He didn't doubt it, never convinced their past was squarely behind them, despite her boundary and him abiding by it. He knew there was tension and chemistry that couldn't be ignored despite her "no off the job" boundary. But it always was curbed just before crossing the line. What just happened in that bed was not crossing the line in the sense that it was totally in line with keeping their cover. But it also wasn't. Their cover didn't require her to ride his thigh to completion. Those were not fake kisses or orgasms. That was not just two people playing a role undercover. It was them. Pure and simple. If they could do that to each other without touching each other, he wondered just how good it would feel to actually touch, to physically be connected with her again. He closed his eyes at the memory of her wet center rubbing against his thigh. The soft moans from her lips.
Gibbs turned the water to icy cold, and bit back a yell as the frigid water rained down on him. It did exactly what he needed it to do, tamping down the erection that had started at the thought of not holding anything back with her. He closed his eyes trying to get the sound of her begging for him and feeling of her body convulsing pleasurably under him from his mind. But he also didn't want to banish those thoughts. Gibbs got out of the shower and put the robe back on, tying it securely. He couldn't have those thoughts. They weren't here to be holed up in a hotel room making love. Jenny's life could very well be at stake. He didn't forget that her name was on that list too. Gibbs couldn't let his mind wander too far from that.
The phone rang not long after Gibbs returned and Jenny went to answer it. She looked at Gibbs and he knew something was going on.
He waited until she hung up then walked over to her. He kissed her neck as he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Elena knows we are here." She said, her fingernails scraping lightly at the base of his neck.
"She say anything else?"
"Wants to meet for cocktails at 9 in the hotel bar."
Gibbs took her hand and led her back over to the food. He looked at the flowers, "Need Abby here. She knows how to bartend. I want her to be the one making the director's drinks. Ziva I want you as back up at the bar."
"Yes boss." Came Tony's response in their ears
"You have to go instead of me." Jenny told him.
"What?" Gibbs said.
"This place is crawling with Navy personnel. It won't take more than a glance for someone to recognize me, especially with top Navy and Marine personnel here ahead of tomorrow night's ball."
Gibbs looked at her. "With the wig and something tight and revealing, no one would think you would wear you'll be fine."
Jenny nodded, though she was still worried about being recognized.
They continued to eat in relative silence until Jenny announced she was going to get dressed.
Gibbs couldn't help the way his mouth fell open when she reappeared. From the plunging neckline to the short hemline and the stilettos. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed his lips to her ear. Out of view of the camera his hand splayed over her ass. "You really are something special." He said gently. "No one is going to think you are the Director." He whispered into her ear. Anyone who looked would be too distracted by her cleavage to bother to look at her face. And again, the wig did wonders to morph her physical appearance.
Jenny blushed. His reaction to her was genuine. "Easy there, my love. I can't have you ruining my outfit before drinks."
"How about after?" He asked keeping up the flirtatious banter, "Can I ruin it then?"
Jenny bit her lip. "Oh I hope so." She winked at him. "Now you better change or we'll be late." She said, gently pulled his hand from her ass.
Gibbs headed to the bathroom to change. He dressed in a button down rolled up to the elbows and slacks. Jeans would seem a little out of place for their upscale hotel and with Jenny looking as done up as she was, he put in the effort to match. Of course she would outshine him anyway, not that he minded one bit.