Weekend Off, Finally

           This particular Saturday morning Jenny was the only one up. Jethro was still sleeping. The girls were still as well. Jenny had allowed the girls to go to a party the night before and they had came home in the wee hours of morning so Jenny figure that it was only right to let them sleep in. It was quite early in the morning and once again Jenny was unable to sleep. This time her nightmare had nothing to do with her dad like the one she had a few months back. When it came to this nightmare Jenny wasn’t sure if a glass of bourbon would aide her in her desire to forget the nightmare. Her second choice was a strong cup of black coffee.

            Noemi had the day off so it was up to them to take care of things around the house. It was one of the few days that as a family Jenny, Jethro and the girls switched from the high society living that Jenny had lived her entire life to the simple small town living that Jethro had lived. It was one of the things that Jenny and Jethro agreed upon when they got married.  Jenny had wanted their kids to know what it was like to do things on their own even if they had money.

            With each sip of coffee Jenny took her horrid nightmare faded out of her mind.  By the time Jethro had woken to the scent of coffee wafting through the house up to the bedroom. Jenny could see the sleepiness in Jethro’s eyes. Jenny found it absolutely entertaining that for once since the girls were born to see the famous Leroy Jethro Gibbs like he hadn’t gotten any sleep in days.

            “Want some coffee?” Jenny said cheerfully.

            “How many cups have you had? You’re as wired as Abby is when she’s had twenty Caf-Pows and just as many Red Bulls.”

            “Cute Jethro and I’ve only about three cups so far. I woke up a few hours ago, couldn’t sleep.”

            “Nightmare again?” Jethro said as he held out his cup for Jenny to pour him some coffee.

            “Yes.” Jenny answered as she poured the coffee for him.

            “Your Dad again?”

            After seventeen years together Jenny knew that Jethro was a man of very little words until he had his first cup of coffee. She was the exact opposite once she had coffee.

            “No.”

            “Then who?”

            “Mom.”

            “Worst than the one about your Dad?”

            “What do you think Jethro? I was the one who found the both when they died and had to tell J that we were motherless and that we orphans three years later. It’s not an easy thing at any age.”

            “I know, Jen. I just don’t see why you are reliving those days in your mind when they are so painful for you. Especially when you have a loving husband and kids that should be every possible reason for you not to relive those days.”

            “I could say the same about you reliving what you went through when Shannon and Kelly died.”

            “That’s different. I lost my wife and daughter, you lost your parents.”

            “I’m your wife now, Jethro; Delilah, Emiliana, Arabella and Madison are your daughters now. Not Shannon and Kelly. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe just maybe that Shannon and Kelly were the reason why things didn’t work out between you and your ex-wives? Either way, I am not going to let that happen to us; we’ve been married too long and invested too much in this marriage for me to let it end up in the crap shoot now.”

            “Jen.”

            “Okay I know this is the last conversation we need to be having just after us making up after the last fight. You know I get emotional like this when it comes to my mom.”

            With that Jethro set his coffee cup down, took Jenny’s and set hers besides his; and took her into his arms. Much like he had done after he, Tony and McGee had rescued Ziva from Saleem Ulman seven years prior, after Jethro had told Ben – Gidon to tell Eli that Ziva was off limits; Jethro whispered something into his wife’s ear that only she and him would know. Just like he had whispered whatever he had into Ziva’s ear in interrogation seven years before after Ben-Gidon had left NCIS to fly back to Israel and Mossad without Ziva at his side. Unlike that time Jenny didn’t have to do damage control like she had to when Eli called to bitch about Jethro.

            “So what’s for breakfast? Hope it’s not just coffee.” Jethro asked.

            “I wasn’t sure what to make. It’s only going to be the two of for breakfast this morning anyway.”

            “Why?”

            “The girls are up in bed sleeping. They got in late from the party I let them go to, so I told them to sleep in since its Saturday and all.”

            “When were you going to tell me that they went to a party?”

            “Jethro, they are the most responsible seventeen year olds anywhere. They do well in school plus they train every day for their gymnastic and martial arts meets. I think letting them go to a party is allowable since they have federal agents as parents. They need to let loose somehow and working on whatever project you have going on downstairs doesn’t work as well as it did when they were Kelly’s age.”

            “So what’s for breakfast?” Jethro asked in attempts to keep them out of another argument.

            “I don’t know. You’re the one who’s cooking this morning; I have case files to look over. One of which is the latest one from you and your team.”

            “Where are you working on them? Your study or in here while I cook?”

            “I was thinking of going to my study but now that you bring it up, working in here would be perfect. I’d have a great view in front of me.”

            Jethro had came down from their bedroom in only his sweatpants which gave her the prime view of not only his chiseled, Marine Gunnery Sergeant torso and his tight lower body; Jenny had found it hard to say no to working at the kitchen island while Jethro made breakfast. Jethro knew just why Jenny had chosen to stay in the kitchen. She never had the greatest poker face. He also knew what the reason was behind him secretly hoping that Jenny would stay in the kitchen with him. She had always been such a tease.

            Jenny had decided the night before when they had gone to bed to ditch her bra for the night and went with one of Jethro’s old USMC shirts and a pair of her panties that she knew would send her husband over the edge when he saw her. Last night her chosen attire had done just as she wanted it to. This morning as she perched herself on one of the chairs that surrounded the center island; Jenny had sent Jethro over the edge once again. It would be a while before the girls got up; both Jenny and Jethro knew that. In the back of both of their minds was if they had enough time to have one of their whirlwind encounters or not.

             Part of Jenny want to, she loved taking risks like these. Her other side was completely against it. But she knew that no matter which side won out, Jethro would have her up against island counter in a heartbeat. Sometimes it was hard to say no to Jethro, especially when it came to this particular aspect of their marriage. The one thing that was always one of the things that Jenny could count on was that her and Jethro’s movements mirrored each others.

When Jenny moved Jethro would move and vice versa, they were like magnets. The other thing she knew was a definite was that they fit together, a perfect fit in every sense of the word; but with them it was the correct fit in the physical sense. Jethro was only a few inches taller than Jenny so when they were as close as humanly possible like they were that one time that they had both been in Abby’s lab with Abby late one night a few years back when Jenny had first taken the Director’s office after Kate’s death and Morrow switched agencies. Back then Jenny knew if she did what she had that Jethro wouldn’t say anything since they weren’t alone at the time. Of course they both knew that Abby knew what was going on between the two of them even though neither of them had said a word that night.

So around 0815 that morning déjà vu was happening all over again for a certain emerald eyed, crimson haired fearless leader and her just as fearless, salt and pepper haired, cobalt blue eyed husband.

As predicted Jethro pinned Jenny against the island. In a matter of minutes foreplay was underway. But this time around Jenny was the one with very little patience. She wanted to get it all done and over with. Before the girls caught them and before she didn’t want to look over the case files. That and Jenny was super hungry at the moment. Unlike Jethro sex wasn’t what she was craving.

Sometime later Jethro had breakfast ready and had just sat down next to her after he got coffee for the both of them. At one point Jethro noticed Jenny playing with her rings as she stabbed the sausage link that was on her plate.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing.”

“Seriously Jen, what are you thinking of?”

“I told you, I’m not thinking of anything.”

“Okay, I guess I have to pry it out of you then.”

“Jethro, don’t.”

“You thinking of your dad?”

“No.”

“Your mom?”

“No.”

“Then what?” Jethro asked getting annoyed at this point.

“Its need to know and you don’t need to know, Jethro.”

“Tell me.”

“Or what, you’re going to give me my first head slap. You wouldn’t.”

“It may come to that if you don’t tell.”

“We’re not at work; Jethro so the vague, semi – intimidating threats won’t work.”

While Jethro cleaned up from breakfast Jenny got her files together so that she could go elsewhere to work that had a little less Jethro in it. Before Jenny left the kitchen she left a note for Jethro where he’d see it.

We were made for impossible.

                    Love Always,

                              Jen.

“You’re always a tease. Now I have to find you.” Jethro said to the nothingness that was around him.