A/N: Just a fun little Jibbs one-shot. Set in early season three. Here we go: Faking It, otherwise known as how Gibbs and Jenny discovered that the walls of their hotel are extremely thin. Enjoy!

Listening to the raised voices of Director Jenny Shepard and Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo sighed, flipping through channels on the television slowly. He didn't understand why the Director had insisted that they be her security detail for the charity event this weekend if she was merely going to yell at Gibbs the entire time, but the younger man had long ago stopped trying to make sense of the relationship between the two. Tim McGee looked at him with a pained expression and sighed as he set his book on his bed slowly.

"Do you think she knows we can hear her?"

Tony shrugged.

"I doubt it."

Not that Jenny would be likely to care even if she did. Hell, their fights were legendary at the office, and Tony briefly wondered if they had argued as much when they'd been together. Though neither one of them had ever directly admitted to their relationship, it was common knowledge that the Agent and the Director had once been an item. Had maybe even been in love, if Ducky's version of events was to be believed.

Standing up quickly, Tony made his way to the door, ignoring McGee as he question where he was going, and when he knocked loudly on the door next to theirs, he took a deep breath. It swung open quickly, revealing a livid Jenny Shepard, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"What is it, DiNozzo?"

"Um...just wanted to let you know, it's getting kind of late, and the walls are really thin."

His meaning clicked in her mind, and she shook her head in a way that could almost be considered apologetic.

"Understood. Good night, DiNozzo."

"Good night, Director Shepard."

When he returned to the room he was sharing with McGee unscathed, the other man looked at him in surprise.

"She didn't threaten to kill you?"

He shrugged.

"Nope, but I can't say the same for the boss."

McGee nodded, hoping that their team leader made it through the night without enduring bodily harm.

Jenny sighed as she closed the door after DiNozzo had left, looking at Gibbs with something akin to amusement.

"Apparently, we were keeping them awake."

Gibbs frowned.

"We?" he repeated.

Acknowledging that he had a point, the redhead nodded, sitting down on the bed slowly. He sat on the opposite bed, glancing at her before speaking.

"Anything you want to watch?"

She shrugged, indicating that he could choose, and as he flipped through the channels, Gibbs couldn't help but remember the last time they'd been in a hotel room together. There had been decidedly less yelling that time, but more than a few screams, and he smiled a bit to himself as she reached for the takeout menu.

"Pizza?" she asked conversationally.


"Pepperoni and sausage?"

He nodded, not at all surprised that she remembered what he liked, and as he flipped to another station, Jenny glanced up at the screen. He flipped it again, not even looking at it as the hit the remote, and Jenny's voice startled him, making him jump.

"Jethro, was that...porn?"


"Go back two stations," she instructed.

Sighing, he did as she asked, and when he stopped on the correct channel, his eyes widened as he realised she was right.

"Hm...didn't think they still had free porn in hotels," Jenny said lightly.

"You in the habit of looking?" he asked.

Jenny rolled her eyes.

"Not really. Not even remotely realistic, and it annoys me."

Laughing at her overly-analytical mind, Gibbs flipped back to the old black-and-white Western film he'd found, and as Jenny picked up the phone to order their food, she smiled. Typical Gibbs. He frowned at her professional tone as she ordered, and when she hung up the phone, he stared at her as though he'd never seen her before.

"Who was that? I've never heard that tone of voice before."

She rolled her eyes laughing.

"Believe it or not, I do have a customer service voice."

Gibbs laughed.

"Definitely wasn't Jenny talking. I'm calling that voice Rachel."

They lapsed into comfortable silence as they waited for their pizza, Gibbs watching the television, Jenny watching Gibbs. She'd have been lying if she'd said that she hadn't been tempted to try rekindling their old fire, but she knew that it was for the best if she left the past alone. She couldn't stop herself from admiring the curve of his jawline as he swallowed one of the beers he'd picked up at the gas station across the street, and when he offered her one, she took it from his hand without hesitation, their fingers brushing as she pulled away. She knew she didn't imagine the jolt of electricity that shot through her at his touch, and she wondered if he had felt it, too.

"This isn't a John Wayne film," she said quietly, nodding at the screen.

"Believe it or not, there are other Westerns. And it's not a film. It's Gunsmoke, Jen. Didn't you ever watch it as a kid?"

She hadn't, and when she shook her head, he rolled his eyes.

"Catch me up. What have I missed?"

"I can't catch you up on over twenty years of a show in ten minutes." he told her seriously.

She nodded.

"Okay, then catch me up on the basics."

He smiled, nodding at her as he took another drink.

"James Arness, that guy right there? He plays Marshal Matt Dillon. This is one of the earlier episodes, so Chester is his deputy. He's the one with the limp. The doctor is kind of like an American Ducky. Snarky, sarcastic, but he'd do anything for the people he loves."

Jenny nodded, loving the way his eyes lit up as he explained. She glanced at the screen, noticing the woman sitting in the bar, and frowned.

"Who's she?"

"That's Kitty, played by Amanda Blake. Used to have the biggest crush on her as a kid. She's the owner of the Long Branch Saloon."

Jenny laughed.

"I can see why. She's beautiful."

"I think that's where my love of redheads started, honestly. That redheaded saloon owner."

"She and Dillon have a thing? They look pretty close."

Gibbs shook his head.

"It's hinted at, but never really set in stone. He looks the other way when it comes to the girls she hires, and she's always the one who gets kidnapped or hurt when someone wants revenge on him, but they never got married. I don't think they ever kissed, even. They loved each other, though, and that's what matters."

Jenny smiled sadly, thinking that the same could be said of their own relationship. The knock on the door made her turn, and as she stood up to retrieve their food, Gibbs glanced at her. She'd had a strange look in her eyes when she'd asked her question and something about it made him sad. She was smiling as she offered him a slice of pizza, and as he took it, he smiled back.

Jenny was halfway through her slice of pizza when a loud moan made her stop chewing, and she glanced at Gibbs slowly.

"Wasn't me," he said seriously.

Jenny shook her head.

"I know that. Unless you're suddenly female."

He snorted, taking a bite of his pizza. Another loud moan made Jenny laugh, shaking her head as she realised DiNozzo had been right.

"These walls are thin," she said, still laughing.


"Sounds like someone decided to skip the free porn and just get right to the real thing."

Gibbs took a long drink of his beer, nodding slowly.

"So it seems."

"Oh, god, yes! Oh, Josh!"

Jenny rolled her eyes.

"She's a pretty good actress," she mused thoughtfully, taking a bite of her pizza.

Gibbs frowned.

"How do you know she's acting?"

Jenny stared at him for so long that he thought perhaps she'd forgotten how to speak. The woman screamed, louder than either of them had thought possible, and Jenny raised her eyebrows, silently asking him if he still thought the woman was genuine.

"Okay, fair enough."

Laughing, Jenny took a drink of her beer, their show having long been abandoned, and when the woman screamed again, the redhead rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on..." she muttered, "No one's that good."

"How do you know? You slept with Josh?"

Again, Jenny rolled her eyes, tipping back her beer.

"Jethro, if the woman you're sleeping with has the air supply needed to scream like that in the middle of sex, you're not doing it right."

"If I recall correctly, you're not exactly silent in bed, Jen."

She nodded at him, reaching for another slice of pizza as Josh apparently caused his lover to experience her third orgasm of the night in less than twenty minutes.

"I have never, in all my life, screamed like that, Jethro. Besides, that's three orgasms in less than half an hour. I stand by my previous statement: no one is that good."

Accepting that she was right, Gibbs nodded, swallowing the last of his beer. He beckoned her closer, and she leaned forward on her bed, raising her eyebrow in question.

"Has anyone ever tried to make you scream like that, Jen?"

She shrugged, meeting his eyes coolly.

"I don't know. Did you?"

He laughed, shifting forward on his own bed, his eyes locking on hers.

"I guess we'll never know, will we?"

Another loud scream made them both laugh, and Jenny glanced in the direction of the sound.

"Maybe I'll go over and pay Josh a visit after you go to sleep."

Gibbs shook his head.

"Nah, I don't think he'd be up to it. He's wearing himself out over there."

Laughing harder now, Jenny drained her beer, her eyes lighting up as a sudden idea occurred to her, she stood up and made her way closer to the wall that connected their room to the one occupied by Tony and McGee. She beckoned him to her, and though he had no idea what she was doing, he obediently walked over, looking down at her in confusion.

"Jen, what—"

"Shh. Be quiet for a second."

McGee rolled his eyes as Tony changed the channel again, tossing his book down on his bed in frustration.

"Tony, would you just pick something already?"

The Senior Field Agent shrugged.

"Not my fault there's nothing on. Unless you want to watch the free porn."

"Definitely not."

Picking up his book again, McGee tried to once again read the paragraph he'd began on, and a loud slamming on the wall made him jump, looking at Tony worriedly.

"That was the Director's room. Should we go check and see if—"

"Oh, god, Jethro!"

McGee blushed profusely at the sound of Jenny's voice, and Tony stared at the wall in silent shock.

"Harder, Jethro, don't stop!"

"No fucking way," Tony whispered.

McGee tore the remote from the other man's hand, turning up the volume as loud as he could, and when they heard Jenny moan again, both agents did their best to pretend they were anywhere else in the world.

Jenny collapsed against the wall, laughing so hard that she could hardly breathe, and Gibbs stared at her as though she'd gone insane.

"Is there some reason you decided to traumatize my agents, Jen?"

She took a shaky breath, fighting to gain control of her laughter, and when she was finally able to speak, she looked at him seriously.

"The walls are thin," she said simply.

Though he couldn't blame her for taking advantage of the opportunity to mess with Tony and McGee's heads, Gibbs was still having difficulty believing she'd done it. It was so unlike the Jenny she'd become, the epitome of professionalism, always hiding behind her Director mask. This reminded him of the Jenny she'd been when he'd first met her, more carefree, more easy to laugh. He had to admit, he quite liked this side of her. He liked it a lot.

Gibbs took a slow step towards her, pinning her to the wall with one hand on either side of her head, and when her eyes met his, he wasn't surprised to see the familiar desire in the emerald irises. He gently brushed his lips against hers, worried that she might rebuke his advances, and when he pulled away, her hands tangled in his hair.

"Harder, Jethro," she whispered, gasping as his mouth crashed onto hers.

"The walls are thin," he reminded her, lifting her off her feet.

"Don't stop."

Her words fell from her lips on a breath of air, and as he kissed her again, Jenny suddenly realised she didn't care who heard them.

A/N: I like mischievous Jen..