With Jethro driving himself and Jen to the resort I knew it wouldn’t take them long to get to there. I tried to busy myself with meaningless paperwork, pointless phone calls and what seemed to be endless video conferences in MTAC; just to keep myself from worrying about my sister and her husband. It had been three weeks since Jen and Jethro joined the ranks of married federal agents. But it was still weird to think of Jen and Jethro as a married couple. There was one particular video conference that bugged the hell out of me. It was one with Leon and he was beyond the point of replicating Tony’s childish nature and completely past the acting like a petulant two year old stage.
“What the hell do you mean? You can’t be the Director of NCIS!!! You are too young and if anything I should be in charge.”
“Like that worked out so well the last time, Leon. Did you forget Jen and I busting you for treason already?”
“No I didn’t forget, either way; you are still too young to be the head of a federal agency.”
“To hell I am, I’m the same age my sister was when she first became Director; so cut political, chauvinistic bullshit and tell me what the hell you want? I have other things that I have to worry about that are more important than standing in MTAC listening to you bitch.” I said.
At that point Leon started talking again and all I heard the sound that all the adults made when talking in those old Peanuts cartoons they use to show on TV. After five minutes of Leon’s rant I was bored once again and my mind was wondering back to Jen and Jethro. Their reservation was at a resort in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The op Jen and Jethro were on was pretty straightforward, as simple as any op could possibly be. The op was an easy drop in and snag, but no matter how simple it was the thought came to mind was the same thought that had constantly crossed my mind whenever my sister and Jethro had an op in Europe.
My mind continued to wonder, but now it rewound back to the day we learned that Jen and Jethro got hitched. Once we had heard their announcement everyone had basically dispersed into other rooms. Jen, Jethro, Franks and I remained in the kitchen.
“Well it’s about damn time you did something to keep a gorgeous woman like her to yourself, Probie.”Franks had said.
After Franks’ comment Jen and I raised our left eyebrows which from what our respective husbands called our way luring them in, teasing them with the Shepard wiles. I remember myself telling Jen and Jethro that I was more than happy for them and echoing Franks by telling them it was about damn time they settled down together after twenty plus years of being on again and off again.
“I guess your “no off the job” rule is now completely non-existent.”
“Jay, we both know it became non-existent the day I returned to NCIS.”
After our small chat three weeks ago, I pulled Jethro aside.
“Don’t screw this up, Jethro. She loves you with every fiber of her being; don’t make her your fourth ex-wife. Remember what you told Nick on my wedding day?”
“I won’t break Jen’s heart”
“You better not or you’ll have to answer to me.”
Thankfully after the flashback ended the screen in front of me was dark. Apparently Leon ended the video conference when he noticed I wasn’t paying attention. At that point I was tired of MTAC and was in desperate need to take a break from being the Director for awhile. So I left MTAC and went back to my office, which in my mind was still Jen’s office despite the fact that on a technicality she was retired and was working on their op as a former NCIS agent.
Shortly after I returned to my office, I had a visitor. I knew it was only a matter of time before Nick came up. It was quite clear what he wanted as his eyes kept darting to the couch that sat across the room from my desk. I took one look at Nick then looked at the pictures sitting next the picture of mine and Jen’s dad that Jen left behind. My father’s picture was accompanied by a picture of mine and Jen’s late mother, Emma; Nick, the girls and then there was a picture of my sister and Jethro smiling at the camera on the day we had the twins’ fourteenth birthday.
Nick snapped me back to reality.
“Are we just going to sit here doing nothing or am I gonna be lucky enough to reap the benefits of sleeping with the boss?” Nick asked as he tipped his head back in the direction of the couch.
“That couch has seen quite a bit over the years.”
“Babe, this is your office now; not your sister’s.”
“Fine, lock the door.” I said as I got up from my desk and sauntered over to the couch and sat down provocatively.
“You’ve learned way too much from Ziva over the years.”
I laughed a bit.
“Do you want to do this or should I go back to running the agency, Agent Balboa?”
“And there’s the Shepard wiles.”
“Do you want to do this or should I go back to running the agency, Agent Balboa?” I asked again, but this time reinforced it by slowly unbuttoning my shirt to reveal the black lace bra that sat underneath it to further tease my husband.
“You know damn well that I want you, Jay; I always do. You are my wife after all.”
“I know that.” I said as my shirt came off followed by my black pencil skirt and stilettos.
“Still the seductress after all these years.”
“If you want this, I suggest you do something about what remains on my body; before it’s too late.”
Of course Nick knew better than to leave me standing in front of him in very little clothing so he unhooked my lace bra without any problems and wasted no time in removing the matching black lace underwear.
What seemed like hours later I laid in Nick’s arms completely blissed out by what had just went on between Nick and I. We slowly and reluctantly got up from the couch and got dressed.
Following our little escapade, Jen and Jethro would soon arrive back at the office with the suspects in tow. Once they had returned, I know that the one thing we had all be dreading would take place.
When they got back and the suspect were each in an interrogation room with an agent outside guarding them; it had become time for the seven of us to say good bye to our mentors.
Slowly things were becoming official and it scared the hell out of me.
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