AUTHOR'S NOTE - I debated on posting this tomorrow, but no. You get two today and then who knows when again. :)
Anyhoo, this...I cannot even explain. It is to be taken with a pinch of salt, methinks. Do let me know.

SPECIAL THANKS - to mister Thackeray, for providing me with this wicked title.

ENJOY!

VANITY FAIR

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was by no means a vain man and everything about him screamed so. He didn't care if his clothes were matched, fashionable or looking good on him nor could he care less if the furniture left by the ex-wife number three had been out of style for a decade.

So imagine Jenny Shepard's surprise when she caught him staring at his reflection in the mirror one evening, just as they were readying to go to a restaurant.

"Did you just check yourself out in the mirror?" – She asked incredulously.

His head snapped in her direction and he gave a terse shake of head and a quick, but firm no as an answer.

"You so did! You just checked yourself out in the mirror," – Jenny teased, having a hard time hiding her smirk.

Gibbs glared at her, moving subtly from his position in front of the mirror towards the front door, but his glare succeeded only in making Jenny's smile wider.

"Were you afraid you weren't dressed up enough for a dinner with me, Leroy?" – She drawled.

The glare only intensified as Gibbs snatched his car keys, stuffing his wallet into the back pocket.

"Or did you think your hair didn't look good enough and you had to fix it? Leroy," – Jenny pushed, adding his first name for a good measure.

"Out!" – Gibbs barked, pointing to the car through the open front door.

"Oh, I know! You just wanted to look at those pretty eyes of yours."

Gibbs sighed as he turned the engine on. Looking out of the rear-window as he backed out of the driveway, a small smile formed on his lips.

"Actually, Wendy, the waitress from that place you keep dragging me to, thinks I'm a uh," – he made a dramatic pause, as if trying to remember the correct word. "A hunk. Yeah, Wendy thinks I'm a hunk. And who am I to let her down?"

Jenny half turned in her seat, mouth agape, throwing him a nasty look before she turned the other way with a huff and silently stared out of the window.

After several minutes of silence, Gibbs carefully reached for her hand and entwined their fingers, squeezing gently.

"So, you think my eyes are pretty, huh?"

- THE END -