I was going to wait to start posting this. But I'm unbelievably bored today.

This is just an opening chapter, it will get better.

It shouldn't have too many chapters, and is really just meaningless fluff. Although updates may be sporadic.

Jenny swung her chair around to look out of her large picture window, her phone clasped half-heartedly to her ear as she made a vague attempt to listen to the ranting man on the other end of the line.

Her eyebrow raised as she took in the raging storm outside; at least for once the weather suited her mood. She rolled her eyes as the rant continued. Once she got off this phone she was going to throttle Jethro.

Almost on cue the door to her office flew open and the man in question stomped in, Cynthia's head popped through the door only seconds later and she mouthed an apology at her boss. Jenny gave a smile that was bordered on a grimace and waved her assistant out, signifying that she didn't hold her responsible for Jethro's appalling manners.

She turned her attention back to the call, glancing up once more when she heard Jethro let out an impatient huff of breath. She met his glare head on, her eyes flashing. Finally she interrupted the rant that was coming perilously close to giving her a migraine. "Mr Hodgins, while I appreciate that your employee is upset at the way he was treated," she narrowed her eyes meaningfully at Jethro at this point, only just resisting the urge to tut when his eyes gleamed in amusement.

"You have to appreciate that he was about to contaminate a crime scene which may have compromised my Agent's ability to do their job and find whoever was responsible."

She paused again, listening to the reply, before continuing, "I have no intention of stifling the press's right to free speech, but neither will I be allowing you to traipse over vital evidence in your hunt for a story."

Her eyes narrowed as Jethro dropped himself into the seat opposite to her, his mouth now twitching. She shot him a warning look as she prepared to wrap up the conversation, no longer willing to give it anymore of her time; it had wasted enough as it was. "I will speak to the Agent involved, but I won't be taking the issue any further. I also suggest that you have words with your staff over how to conduct themselves properly in such scenarios, when emotions are running high. Both parties were at fault here," Jenny finished pointedly. "Goodbye Mr Hodgins."

She put the phone down, cutting out the stuttering of the flabbergasted man on the other end. Leaning back in her chair, she asked, "What do you want?"

"Here for my talking to," Gibbs quipped easily.

"It's not funny." Jenny only just resisted the urge to chuck her pen at him. "How many times do I have to go over this? You can't just manhandle people who are annoying you."

"He was skulking about my crime scene, two more seconds and his prints would've been everywhere."

"It wasn't what you did, it was the way you did it," Jenny sighed.

"I got the necessary result."

"Yes but you very nearly had yet another complaint lodged against you. You may not like the press-"

His inelegant snort interrupted her. "They're nothing but vultures."

"Believe it or not I do agree with you, but they affect the way we are portrayed to the public, and the public's opinion weighs heavily on the minds of those who decide our budget."

"Politics is your job, not mine."

"This is a federal agency, politics are always going to enter the equation. All I'm asking you is not to make things anymore difficult than they have to be. You could have used more tactful measures in getting that reporter off your crime scene."

"Would've taken longer."

Jenny shook her head, she was fighting a losing battle. Jethro and politics would never mix and today she just didn't have the energy to pursue the cause. She really regretted giving coffee up for lent, with hindsight it had been an incredibly stupid idea. Her gaze flittered longingly to Jethro's coffee. She shook herself and glanced back up at his face, ignoring the knowing smirk on his face. "What did you really come in here for?"

He pushed a file towards her, "Needs your signature."

She glanced at it in near disinterest, scanning it quickly, checking it was nothing outlandish before scrawling her name on the dotted line and handing it back. "That all?"

"Yup." Gibbs pushed himself to his feet, heading to the door, only pausing when Jenny called out.

"You've forgotten your coffee."

"Keep it," he called back over his shoulder.

Jenny grinned down at the cup and reached for it eagerly. Her smile widened when she discovered it was full and piping hot. She sipped at it and her toes curled in delight, just maybe it wouldn't be such a bad day after all.

The thought had just crept into her mind when her mobile rang, the vibrations causing it to dance across the desk. Sighing she looked down at the caller id, a frown taking up residence on her face when she saw it was Naomi. She hit the green answer button and was greeted by a stream of histrionics. "Naomi calm down. I can't understand you, what is it? What's wrong?"

The sobs decreased slightly, and the colour drained from Jenny's face as she was finally able to take in what had happened. Hanging up, Jenny swallowed heavily before hitting her intercom. "Cynthia I need to you to tell Hector to bring the car around, and I need you to cancel any afternoon appointments."

"Yes ma'am." Her tone growing slightly more concerned, she asked, "Is everything ok?"

"Fine, just something I need to sort out," Jenny replied dazedly.

By the time her town car had pulled into her street, Jenny's stomach had taken up residence in her chest. As she caught sight of the fire truck and police cars it seemed to migrate further north and into her throat. The car had only just stopped and she was out of it, walking towards her house. Which she had to say looked fine.

As she approached the drive, she was stopped by a fireman. "Whoa! You can't go in there."

"It's my house."

"Ah." He grimaced slightly at that.

Jenny shook her head. "I don't understand, it looks fine."

He gave a slight nod, "From the front…yeah it does. From the back," he pulled a face. "Not so much. That old oak tree you had round the back wasn't up to the winds. The structure itself is still stable, but you're going to need a whole new roof, not to sure about the back wall yet. We've also had to shut off the gas and electricity for safety reasons."

Jenny's eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment. "But no-one was hurt?"

"No, your housekeeper was in at the time, but she was downstairs. She's had a shock but apart from that she's fine."

"Good."

The man eyed her sympathetically. "We're about to cover the back with some tarpaulin, but after that you can go in and grab a few things."

"How long until it's live able?"

"Tough to say, I'm not a builder, but it could be a month or so." He glanced at her again, noting how she didn't seem to notice the fact that they heavy rain was now soaking through her fine jacket. "You should get out of the rain, I can get someone to call you when you're able to come and pick up your stuff.

Jenny swallowed heavily again before nodding, "Thank you. I need to go and sort out some things any way." She turned on her heel and headed back towards her car, adding in her head, like where I'm going to live.

Just so we're clear, Jenny will NOT be moving in with Gibbs

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