Disclaimer: None of this is, unfortunately, mine. I am just borrowing for the time being.

A/N- Sorry it took so long for this chapter. 1. I was gone for 2 weeks, but I have been home for a while so that's really not a good excuse but 2. I had major writers block with this chapter. I could see where I wanted it to end, and what I wanted it in, I just didn't know how to get there.

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There was just one more thing he had to get off his plate before it turned into unworldly.

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Jenny and Gibbs eventually made it out of her house so they could get to work. They decided to drive their own cars, not needing anything to add to the things they were sure his team was saying. Still they ended up in the elevator together and Gibbs couldn't control himself. He flipped the switch so the elevator stopped and turned to face the Director, who was pretending not to know what he was up to. He moved so that he was behind her and nuzzled his head in her hair. Unconsciously she moved her head to right to grant him better access. Right when she did that he moved her hair and started to place kisses up and down her neck. Her breathing became a little heavier and she was letting out sighs of satisfaction. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and turned to face him, Gibbs bent down to kiss her but once she saw the smirk on his face telling her that he won she instantly turned her head so instead of lips, he landed on a cheek.

Jen reach over and flipped the switch back up so now the elevator was moving. She heard a groan escape Gibbs' lips and she looked to see him having an annoyed look on his face. She couldn't help but laugh at how easily his moods changed.

"That's what you get for teasing me Jethro. Maybe now you will have learned your lesson," he could hear the amusement that was in her voice and a self satisfied smirk was clear to see on her face. But what made him want to stick his tongue out at her like a 5 year old was when she took a sip from her coffee and looked up at him over the lid with an innocent look in her eyes.

The elevator doors opened and Gibbs left through them grumbling to himself. He looked over at his team and saw Ziva leaning in close to Tony obviously trying to make something clear to him without anyone else knowing what they were talking about.

"You two done playing grab ass yet," he asked not waiting for a reply as he walked into the bullpen. Tony stood straight up out of his chair and Ziva scooted away from Tony's desk.

"Yeah Boss. Say, how come your late," DiNozzo asked, which was a stupid choice because Gibbs was walking right past him at the moment giving him the perfect opportunity to give Tony a slap on the back of the head.

"Right, none of my business Boss. Sorry," he responded quickly.

"Don't saying sorry, it's a sign of weakness. Ziva that's one of the rules, remember it."

"Of course Gibbs." It had been the first thing she said to him all morning. She was sitting at her desk doing paperwork, which you could tell she was already bored of.

"Do we have a case today Gibbs? Is that why you were late?" DiNozzo looked at her with his mouth hanging open in shock. He couldn't believe her bravery for asking such a question. He watched eagerly seeing what Gibbs would do next like he was watching a scene from a movie play out.

"Officer David, I would hate to have to start giving you head slaps like DiNozzo, especially so early, so don't give me a reason to start. And no we don't have a case, in the event of having one I would tell you to grab your gear and have McGee or DiNozzo gas up the truck. But that's just the way we do things here. Got it?" He really wasn't annoyed with her or even DiNozzo, it was the woman standing on the catwalk right now that he had a problem with. Of course he hadn't let her know that he knew she was up there but he did know none the less. He could feel her eyes on him and he could even sense the bemused smile that was on her face from watching him hassle his team.

Eventually he couldn't feel her presence anymore, which he thought would be a relief but it ended up being more of a distraction because now he was wondering what she was doing. Finally not able to take it anymore he rose from his chair quickly and slammed it against his desk causing both Tony and Ziva to look up.

"I'll be in the Director's office," he said as he quickly made his way up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When DiNozzo was sure Gibbs was out of earshot he turned to Ziva.

"I think the Director was the reason Gibbs was late today," Tony whispered, though loud enough for Ziva to hear.

"Of course you do Tony. That is the only reason your mind could come up with as to why someone is late in the morning. Tell me, what makes you think it is the Director specifically and not some other woman?" Ziva did not like that DiNozzo was accusing her friend of such things; especially if they were true she wished Jenny would talk to her about it.

"So you agree that he was late because of some woman?"

"You are impossible Tony. You can never get your head out of the drain."

"Gutter. I believe the word you are looking for is gutter for 100, Zee-vah."

"America," she muttered and threw her hands up to make her point clearer. When she turned back to Tony's desk, she found it empty. This puzzled her because she could usually always hear when he was leaving.

"You want to know the reason I think it was the Director and not some other woman?" Ziva jumped out of her seat, but quickly recovered and looked up to see a very proud Tony looking down at her.

"Do you realize I could have just killed you for sneaking up on me like?" She was trying to get the subject changed but Tony didn't waver. He ignored this last comment; she had said it before and had yet to act on it.

"Okay so back to the reason. See," he started, walking over to Gibbs' desk and picking up his cup of coffee, "this is not Gibbs' normal to-go cup of coffee. In fact this cup would not be purchased at a place where you'd buy your coffee. It's made for use at home."

"So Gibbs made his own coffee this morning? I do no see what is so ground breaking about that. Many people do it," she didn't quite get where Tony was going with this, but continued to listen, entertained by the fact that he paid so much attention to their team leader.

"That's the thing Ziva, Gibbs never brings his own coffee to work. He always stops for it on his way here. Moving on, I also noticed that Director Shepard was using the same cup for her own coffee. Coincidence? I think not. I think she made him coffee this morning because they left her house in a rush and didn't have time to stop for coffee. And there is only one reason why Gibbs was over at her house this morning. And before you say she could have had car problems so he went to pick her up, I saw them both driving there own cars. Probably to seem more discreet." Tony went over to his desk and pulled open the top drawer, only to bring out a jelly donut. "And that is how we investigators, investigate." The moment he took his first bite of it, strawberry jelly came squirting out of the other end onto his lap.

"Oh yes great work Agent DiNozzo, you must show me how to do that sometime," Ziva laughed and turned back to her computer, smiling as she did so.

Gibbs could only imagine what the two would come up with to talk about while he was in the Director's office. He rounded the corner to her office and barged in through the door despite the protests of her assistant Cynthia, saying that she was in a meeting. He looked over at the Jen and saw that she was on the phone. He stood in front of her desk impatiently, until he got an idea.

Jenny wondered what had taken him so long as he barged into her office but now she wondered what he was up to as he wandered over to her and stood behind her. All of a sudden she felt a pair of rough, masculine hands on her shoulder rubbing her just the right way. It was hard to concentrate on what was being said when she was concentrating on how good the massage felt.

"Mhmm….yes of course…no everything is fine…Sir would you mind if I called you back, an agent just walked in saying he had some important matters to discuss…oh okay Sir…yes good day to you too." Relief flooded through her as she set down the phone, then she turned quickly in her chair catching Gibbs off guard. She did her best to look mad, though really wasn't sure if she was, but it became easier as the grin on Gibbs' face grew wider.

"What did I tell you about teasing me Jethro? That happened to be Deputy Director Morrow of Homeland Security on the phone. He wanted to see how I liked my job and the office. I must have sounded like a complete idiot not even being able to think about what he was asking me thanks to you." Gibbs just continued to smile down at her. This frustrated her and went to turn but a hand caught the arm of her chair and turned her back around. She didn't even have to think when she felt Gibbs' lips crashing onto hers. It didn't take her long to react to the kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck and strung her fingers through his hair.

It was getting uncomfortable for Gibbs bending down like that so he broke the kiss and motioned over to the couch. Jen quickly nodded and stood up. Gibbs kissed her again leading her over to the couch and setting her down gently as she leaned back.

After what seemed like forever they broke apart and Gibbs instantly went straight for her neck. He always loved kissing her there, it was one of the places that got the most reaction out of her and he could smell her perfume the best there. Soon he felt tiny hands pushing slightly against his chest.

"Jethro, I believe you have a paycheck to earn," she said trying to get him off of her but having little success.

"And you have asses to kiss," he pointed out, also showing no signs of getting up or even moving so she could.

"Something like that."

After many more struggles trying to get Gibbs off, she gave up and decided to enjoy the feeling of him on top of her. They stayed like for who knows how long when the door suddenly opened only to find a baffled assistant looking at them.

"I'm so sorry ma'am. I listened to see if you two were talking and then I couldn't really hear anything, now I understand why, but I didn't think I was interrupting anything but clearly I am, its just that SecNav called and asked me to schedule video conference with you for two o'clock and I thought I should come in here to inform you. I should have just told you over the phone or intercom. I should have knocked, I'm really sorry Director." By the time she finished she looked like she might start hyperventilating from lack of oxygen while talking so fast. She gave her one last apologetic look before closing the door again.

Jenny turned to Gibbs and shot him a glare while finding all her strength to get him off of her, which she did. She left the couch and marched over to her desk and she pretended to busy herself with checking emails. Gibbs grumbled as he got off the couch and walked over to Jenny. He was about to come behind her when she turned to him with another glare and he went back around to the front of her desk and pulled out a chair to sit down. That's how they stayed for a while, Gibbs watching her work, neither one of them saying anything.

"Are you planning on saying anything Agent Gibbs?"

"Are you expecting me to say something Director?" He had a curious smile on his face. He knew it was his fault that Cynthia walked in on them, but he wasn't planning on admitting it to her. At least not right now.

"Well if you have nothing more to say, then don't let the door hit you on your way out," she kept her gaze fixed on the computer screen as she said this. Gibbs quietly got up from his chair and went around to where she was sitting. He kept his breathing as silent as he could while he bent down so his lips were right next to her ear.

The moment Jen felt his hot breath on her neck and ear she melted. His scent was overpowering her too much that she couldn't think of anything except for one thing. She could smell the coffee in his breath but all she wanted was to taste it again and yet somehow she controlled herself.

"Let me make it up to you tonight. Dinner at my house." It wasn't a question, more of a request that she would happily oblige. Not wanting him to see how much he affected her she just nodded nonchalantly and returned to working on her computer. He got up and left the office, a smug grin on his face. He loved that he still had such a great affect on her, not that she didn't have one on him too.

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Somehow Jen managed to get off of work at the decent hour of six. She was glad because now she could get ready for dinner with Jethro that was at seven, instead of going there straight from work. As she made her way down the stairs she looked over to the bullpen that held Gibbs' team and noticed it was empty and all lights on the desks were turned. I guess Jethro managed to get out early too…she smiled at this and wondered what he was up to if he had to leave so early to get ready for it.

Forty-five minutes later Jen was leaving her house and heading for Jethro's. By the time she got there, it was five till. Hoping he'd be ready she walked up to the door and was about to knock when she remembered he never locked his door. She walked right and memories rushed back to her. Nothing had changed since the last time she had been here. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Jen looked around but couldn't find him anywhere, then she remembered that damn basement and boat of his.

Gibbs looked up at the sound of the front door opening and closing. He checked his watch and saw that she was five minutes early so he decided to stay down there until it was time. That was of course if she didn't find him first. He could hear her heels making there way all over the house, no less trying to find him. Then he heard them stop, and he knew that she figured out where he was. He could hear her coming to the doorway where she stopped, the smell of her perfume made its way into the basement. Gibbs continued what he was doing, making it seem like he knew nothing of her presence there.

"Please tell me this is not you idea of a date."

"And here I thought you liked sanding my boat." He smiled at the memories of her helping him with his boat, as well as what they would do after, usually on the boat, under the boat, next to the boat…the sound of her heels coming down the stairs snapped him back to reality.

"Only when you got me drunk, Jethro," she smiled at him as she came closer and she placed a kiss on his lips, which he quickly responded to. She felt him run his tongue against her lips asking for entrance which, she happily let him. She moaned into his mouth and she moved her hands to the back of his head bringing him closer to her. Finally Gibbs broke the kiss when he needed air.

"I think we should save that for maybe later, right now dinner is ready," he said as he made his way up the stairs.

"Maybe later," Jen asked not quite understanding why he said maybe. She thought it was pretty clear what they were planning on doing after dinner. Gibbs looked down at her from the top of the stairs with a look she couldn't read. Now she was confused, was he planning something? Knowing the only way to find out, she made her way up the stairs to the table. She saw what was there and remembered the last time they ate that meal.

"You know the last time we ate this, six people died."

"Well I guess it's a good thing there's only two of us then," he smiled at her, remembering what had happened that night. He hoped that there wouldn't be any of that going on tonight especially after what he had to say.

"Dig in."

They enjoyed there dinner, talking and laughing the entire with also some comfortable silences in between. That was another thing they both loved with each other; it was never awkward even when they didn't have anything to talk about. They didn't need to ruin the moment with words; they both knew how to appreciate the moments of silence. However tonight Jen couldn't help but notice something with Gibbs. There was something that wasn't quite right but she couldn't place it, it was like he was holding something back.

"Glass of bourbon on the couch?"

"I'd love some," she got up to clear the dishes but he stopped her telling her he would take care of them later. Jen walked over to the couch and waited for Jethro patiently. He came over and set the two glasses on the coffee table and poured the bourbon, helping himself to a little which didn't go unnoticed by Jen.

"Jen, there's something I need to talk to you about. It's really important. In fact I probably should have told you six years ago," Jethro's voice was quiet and pained. Jenny placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, wondering what could be so bad.

"Jethro you know you can tell me anything right? I'm not going anywhere this time."

Gibbs looked at her in the eyes wondering what he did to deserve a woman like her; what he did to deserve a miracle in the form her, someone who knew him almost better than he knew himself, one who understood him and most of all loved him without trying to get him to change. He just hoped that what he was about to say wouldn't ruin everything. The thought of the consequences this might cause kept him up at night, but he knew it wasn't fair to keep something like this from her, especially if he planned on making this last. Drawing one last deep breath he figured it was now or never.

"Just one last thing before I start, please just let me get everything out before you start asking questions or yelling or whatever it is your most likely to do." Confused, Jen just nodded.

"Jen, I had a wife before the one I told you was my first. And a daughter."

How will she react?? Review, and you'll see. Also I pumped this chapter out because I'm leaving on vacation again, for 2 weeks but I have part of the next chapter written so I'll update as soon as I get home.

Thanks,
Lost in Romance