Early Morning

Gibbs pawed through his underwear drawer looking for a pair of shorts. He sighed as he passed all of the new pairs on the top of the pile. Part of the problem of moving someone in was the girlfriend always had to get rid of the ratty and comfortable underwear and replace it with new. Leah had been no exception. It was one too many times in his life that this had happened.

Leah entered the bedroom from the bathroom and glanced at him. "Something wrong?" she asked as she walked over to her dresser and pulled out a bra, stockings, and her garter belt. She dropped the towel just as he turned to face her.

He took in the sight of her, and drew in a deep breath. She was gorgeous. He noticed the stockings and garter belt and felt his stomach clench. Too bad they both had to go to work today. "Yes. Why do you women make it a mission to change our underwear? I had 5 perfectly good pairs that I can't find now."

She adjusted the first stocking over her toes and worked it up her leg. "You mean those 5 pairs of underwear that were so Catholic, I was afraid to donate them to the poor box?"

"Catholic?" he asked as he turned around and leaned against the dresser. "What do you mean by Catholic?"

She adjusted the stocking before looking over at him in all of his naked glory. "Catholic… holy… so full of holes that it's a wonder they were still held together by anything."

"Lee… they were just fine. They weren't too bad. They were old. And comfortable. Why do you women always mess with a guy's underwear?"

She slid the other stocking on her left foot and adjusted, shifted, and worked it up to the top of her thigh. "We do it because we love you, and we don't want it to look like we're not taking care of our men." She snapped the garters closed, and stood up to hook the belt around her waist. "Besides, in another month or so, those will be your old underwear and they'll work just fine.

He didn't want to argue, but his frustration was mounting. "Would you do me a favor and please let me take care of my own underwear?"

She slid her thong up her legs. He looked at it. It was not perfect. It was faded and had a couple of holes.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat. She looked at him. He pointed to the thong. "And just what is your excuse for wearing that?"

She glanced down. "It's comfortable, "she acknowledged as she made her way to the closet for her dress whites.

He sighed and reached for the top pair. He was never going to win this battle and knew it.

The next morning, Leah drew the first shower. As she entered the bedroom, she made her way over to the dresser with her coffee cup in hand. She set it carefully on top of the dresser and opened the top drawer. "What the hell?" she muttered. She dove her hands through the top two pairs of undies. "Son of a bitch," she swore. All of her old thongs had been replaced with newer, prettier, and sexier ones. These were definitely ones she could not wear to work without the whole OR knowing what was underneath the scrubs.

"JETHRO…" She yelled.

In the shower, Gibbs heard her yell. He chuckled. She had to have found them by now. "Turnabout is fair play, Lee," he laughed as he dunked his hair under the shower head and reached for the shampoo.