AN: Oh my - I don't even know where to begin... For those of you that have read this previously - it has dramatically changed! I have re-written this and have decided to actually tie in a plot. This story originally was going to be a set of on-going crack-fics but obviously the AU canon would be in sync. I think it's more so to the fact that I'm no longer a fourteen year old. Anyhow - I do hope that you enjoy this :-) Thanks guys

It was a dark and boring night, nothing to do, just sand the boat, drink another bottle of bourbon and kick back and relax in the soothing smell of sawdust scattered everywhere on the basement floor. At least, this is what famous Leroy Jethro Gibbs assumed; little did he know that exactly one hour from now would be a completely different story.

He took another swig from his mason jar disguised as a cup, it was surprising how he could never get sick of the taste of his beloved bourbon or extremely drunk, give him something like half a bottle of vodka or scotch and then he was screwed.

An interesting sound broke the silence he was in, footsteps, not heels, that was a difference. He recognized the way she moved before he saw her or smelt her perfume. She made her way down the stair case; she was wearing a dress, very figure hugging, black. She looked amazing, she always did, but he wasn't going to admit that out loud. "Jen." he greeted her hoarsely, his throat and suddenly gone dry. He took another sip from his mason jar.

Her long waist length hair was curled, half of it was down and the other half was up, being securely held with her diamond hair clip. She was wearing gladiator sandals, a change that looked great on her. Six inch heels were never good on anyone's feet all the time. Even though she looked shorter than normal, she looked cute. "I'd prefer it if you would just tell me that you like my dress rather than stare me down." she commented lightly.

A small smile was formed on both of their lips. "What can I say, I'm still deciding Jen."

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you are a strange man." she said as she sized him up. He was wearing loose fitting jeans and his NIS shirt, he was just as muscled as ever and to be honest, she wouldn't mind the view of him bending over right about now.

"There a reason why you came here tonight Jen, all dressed up?" he asked, purely out of curiousity.

"Hardly Jethro. You should know when I get dressed up." she teased him, she couldn't help it.

"So why exactly are you here Jen?" he asked, another sip of bourbon, she always had this effect on him.

"Do I need a reason? Honestly, Jethro, you were always such the host." She said straight forwardly. He had invited her here tonight!

"That doesn't answer the question, Jen." He said annoyed, why did she always have to change the subject?

"Well, generally when someone invites you to their house and you accept…" she began but he interrupted.

"Aside from the fact that I didn't invite you."

"You're right, you didn't. But they did." She said as she looked at the doorway above the basement where the team was all standing. She stepped into his personal space when he tore his eyes off of her and directed them to the team he turned his head back to see lips barely touching his ear. "Surprise, cowboy." She whispered. He cringed, he hated it, there was one time where he didn't mind it but that was in a different context; one that involved two cowboy hats and no clothes.

The team made their way into the basement, each of them carrying a bottled beverage and food of some description. Ducky, Abby, Tim, Tony and Ziva all placed the items on the bench; Jenny joined them as they all raced upstairs. He glanced at his bench; there were bottles of Vodka, Scotch, Midori, Bourbon, Jim Bean and a range of snacks varying from chocolate to chips and carrot sticks. He knew who would be eating all the carrot sticks, Jenny.

They all came racing down the stairs, he thought someone was going to break their ankle but no one did. This time they had a large bowl, a book, pens and cushions.

What on Earth were they planning?! He was beginning to worry and then Jenny giggled as she could read his expression.

"We're going need some sheets, a blanket, cups, more bowls and anything else you can think of." Ordered Jenny, the team raced up the stairs again. "Jethro, you're going to give yourself a heart attack if you don't loosen up." She said lightly.

"Jenny, how would you feel if our roles were reversed?" he tried

"Oh you're right, I'd be terrified if I was in your position." She said as she tried not to laugh.

All she got in return was a glare.

She sobered up, her laughter gone. "Glaring doesn't work on me, remember?"

He took a few steps away from her. "You may want to change your shirt as well, are they still in the same place?" she asked as she made her way to the staircase. He blocked her at the bottom.

"I don't trust you to be in my room at the moment." He gritted through his teeth.

"If you'd like to join me, I'm not stopping you." She said as she batted her eyelashes. He raised his eyebrows; this was out of character for the Director, Jenny on the other hand.

Jenny rolled her eyes and pushed him to her left side, "Not like that Jethro, at least not tonight that is." She said, she was taking him off guard a lot tonight. The wink she delivered with her suggestive comment, the familiar glint in her eyes. This was his Jenny.

She passed the team on the staircase and she made her way through the living room that rarely got used, with a silver haired fox hot on her heels, or in this case, sandals. She jogged up the second flight of stairs and made her way to his bedroom. He tried to tap her shoulder or her lower back at least but at the last second she moved and his hand slipped resulting in him groping her ass, squeezing it.

"Jethro!" she said rather loudly taken by surprise as she turned on him, giving him a surprised yet amused expression. "What?" he asked sincerely unwilling to admit that he didn't regret it; in fact he rather enjoyed it.

"You know very well what." she answered, smirking and looking at him through her long lashes.

"Okay then mister, lead the way, since it is your house and all." She decided. He walked a step in front of her and then she pinched his ass. "Jen!" he said loudly.

"Now, we're even."

He rolled his eyes and opened a door on his right, holding it open enough for Jen to squeeze past him, he shut the door behind him.

Jen made her way over to his closet, picking out a nice black dress shirt. She took it off the hanger and threw it at him; he caught it swiftly in one movement.

"What's the occasion?" he asked as he took his shirt off and replaced it with the dress shirt.

"Wouldn't you like to know..."

"Yeah, Jen, I would like to know actually." he retorted.

"Good things come to those who wait." she quoted.

He scoffed as he buttoned up his shirt; Jenny took a minute to glance around the room when something caught her eye. A diamond ring, the one he'd given her all those years ago.

She walked over to the dresser and picked it up, reading the inscription, Love always, Jethro.

Her playful mood was gone and replaced with something else, guilt, pain and among other things love, but she wouldn't admit that to anyone. She couldn't believe that he still had the ring. "I should go..." she started, unshed tears in her eyes.

She tore her eyes off the ring and made her way to the door. "Jenny, don't go." he tried; he knew what she was thinking.

She shook her head and walked to the door; Gibbs followed her and grabbed her wrist pulling her towards him.

"When you first came back, I told you that I missed you. I still mean it, Jen."

"The person you miss doesn't exist anymore and besides she broke your heart. Why would you want her back?"

"Would you listen to yourself? The old Jenny is in there somewhere, she was here not too long ago, and do you think she can come back? I quite enjoyed talking to her in the basement. It made me realise how much I missed her."

Jenny looked at his face and managed a small smile, she missed him, she missed her old self, and she missed a lot of things...

"Ready for the ride of your life cowboy?"

"There she is."

"If I was you Jethro, I'd try to keep the screaming to a minimum."

His smile faltered. He'd forgotten about the team downstairs. Now he felt the panic settle in his gut, he was terrified.

"Wanna tell me what we are doing?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek. "For the record, Jethro, I miss you too."

Jenny ran off down the hallway, down the stairs, through the living room, to the basement stairs and then she ran into the basement. The team had set it all up. Jethro, eat your heart out.

He really was going to have a heart attack.

She heard him come down the stairs after her; she bit her lip as she saw his confused expression.

"All of you better have a damn good reason as to why you have terrorized my basement!"

"Because we love you." Abby said

"When Abby says because we love you, she really means because she told us to." said DiNozzo instantaneously.

"Someone slap him!" ordered Gibbs, Ziva decided to do the honours.

Jenny stifled a laugh.

"Shutting up boss, sorry Abs." Said Tony

"When you've all finished, we should get started." said Ducky, surprising everyone in the room.

Everyone sat down on the cushions, Jenny next to Abby and Ziva, Ziva next to Tony, Tony next to Gibbs, Gibbs next to Ducky, Ducky next to Tim and Tim next to Abby.

A large bowl filled with strips of paper was positioned in the middle of the circle.

"Oh Jesus" Gibbs muttered, eyeing Jenny as she smirked at him.

"Any volunteers?" asked Ducky

"Jethro will." Jenny said

Reluctantly, he reached into the bowl and picked out a strip of paper. His eyes widened at what it said, what he had to ask.

"What do I do?" he asked

"Okay, so you pick a strip of paper, it will either have a F or M initialled on it and a question. You have to pick a person and ask them the question. They in turn have to answer honestly and we can only have one pass." Explained Abby

"Gotcha." Said Gibbs, "Uh... McGee... Have you ever..." He cleared his throat, this was so impersonal.

"Have I what boss?"

"Had sex in my conference room?" Gibbs finally asked and before McGee could answer, Jenny interrupted.

"No he hasn't, but I sure have."

Everyone stared at her. "Who with?" Abby asked

"Which time?" Jenny asked, Abby's jaw dropped, DiNozzo's eyes widened, Gibbs glared at her, Ducky looked around the room, Ziva smirked and McGee just sat there in the extreme awkward silence.

"Yeah Jen, which time are we talking about?" Gibbs asked her, smirking as he did so.

"So who's up for a game of I never?" Asked Ziva, Tony gaped at her, since when did she know how to play? "There are many things I can do and other things that I know about that you don't know about, Tony."

"Me!" squealed Abby.

"I'll start." suggested Ducky

"I'll get the alcohol." said McGee

"Fill them up to the top McGee." Commented Jenny

McGee started filling glasses with various amounts of alcohol, occasionally mixing some together. It wasn't like a particular red-head needed any alcohol, she was already hammered.

In no time at all, a lot of glasses were filled. Ducky put his hand in the bowl and grabbed a strip of paper, "I've never fantasized about my co-worker." Ducky read aloud.

"He would have to be the only one." DiNozzo muttered, earning a head slap from Gibbs.

Jenny took a sip swallowing the sweet liquor, before sculling the whole lot of it, she licked her lips after she swallowed and look around the room, which was spinning, and she placed a small smile on her face.

"Jethro, what cha got in yours?" she asked as she eyed his glass with anticipation wondering what he had.

Gibbs downed his in one large gulp, vodka.

"You're favorite Russian." He answered her. Jenny began giggling to an extremity.

This was not good, Gibbs concluded. She was upset and her way of repressing the emotions she was feeling was for her to drink it away. Just like old times.

"What's so hilarious, Madam Director?" asked DiNozzo, which caused Jenny to laugh even harder.

"That's it, bed time for you, Jenny." Said Gibbs as he stood up

"Nooooo, I'm fine." Slurred Jenny

"Come on," He said patiently, "You can have my room." He offered her

Abby suppressed a squeal and grin at the same time, McGee looked red faced, Tony drinking more alcohol and Ziva was smirking at the entire situation. Ducky watched the interaction between his old friends.

"You're not Jen, now get up." he said to her more authoritatively causing her to laugh harder.

"Jethro! Why?" she whined.

"You know why, now get your ass up or I'll carry it for you." he said in his usual tone.

"Make me. Hmph." Escaped her lips as she challenged him and crossed her arms, instead of acting like a Director of a federal agency, she was acting like a five year old.

"That's it Jen." He said as he picked her up bridal style.

He took her up to his room and laid her on his bed.

"There, now what's wrong?" he asked sitting next to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, comforting her, letting her know that he was going to always be there, through his body language.

"Nothing's wrong!" she shrieked, her voice on edge, whatever was wrong, it was close to consuming her.

"Damn it Jen, all I'm trying to do is help you."

"You can't help." She murmured

"Try me." he challenged

"You don't know how bad it hurts," she whispered, "You don't know what happened."

"Jen, if this is about us, the ring, look..." he began but she interrupted him.

"Jethro, we're done. Us, this conversation, it's over."

"No we aren't, you are hurting for some reason, why?"

"I'm pissed off, that's it."

"No you're not Jen, you're hurt, you're in pain, just because it isn't physical, it doesn't mean it ain't there. I know you Jen."

"Take your physiological crap and tell someone who needs it, Special Agent Gibbs."

All of a sudden, he kissed her.

She pushed him off of her. Their lips only met for a brief second.

"Why don't you get it Jethro?" she whispered harshly.

"I get it Jen, I know that you're afraid." he said knowingly. She was afraid and she had a damn good reason to be. However, it was a reason that she was not willing to share.

"Jen, please?" he tried, his emotions all over the joint.

The look in his eyes made Jenny feel guilt but she wasn't going to voice that opinion, ever. She had to keep up to the game, no matter what.

It always was a game of cat and mouse and she refused to be the mouse.

A/N: So how was that? Please review! They are very loved! x