A/N: I realised today, after working on Crosswords for the first time in forever (Gibbs-slaps self) that this extension of 24-Across 'Ode' was never posted. And yeah, it's a bit far-fetched, I do realise that, but go with it, eh? I apologize for how long this took. So, review me a Gibbs-slap and tell me what you think.
Love,
~S

NCIS Director Jennifer Sheppard was slightly surprised to see an e-mail from Abby Sciuto that did not contain either multiple threats of impending doom for not relaying it to other persons, or a photo of a ridiculously cute animal. The e-mail itself was in fact blank; the attached file, however, was another story. She read it over a few times, smiling to herself because only Abby would ever have the audacity to write something like this.

An Ode to Mommy and Daddy

By Abby Sciuto

We kids don't like it when Mommy and Daddy fight
But by now we've become resigned to our plight.

We know that together they make a great pair,
But for now sexual tension fills the air

So they spar with the rules they both know so well,
Ignoring that the sham of Rule 12 just fell.

"Never date a co-worker" already forgotten,

Left in the dust, by looks given and gotten.

They both are too stubborn to admit what they feel.
It's a pact made between them, an unspoken deal.

So instead of love and a Gibblet or two,
We children are left here with not much to do.

So we sit and we pray that one day they'll see,
And acknowledge, and deal with, all this UST

Don't think that we're fooled; we've good enough sight
To see what's really going on when they fight.

You see: Mommy and Daddy, they're matched up by fate,
So with head-slaps and Caff-Pow!, we're willing to wait.

If there's one thing Mommy and Daddy will always be,
It's perfect for each other, and perfect for me

"Cynthia", she called, "I want to see Agent Gibbs in my office, pronto".

Gibbs strode into her office, coffee in hand

"Can I do something for you, Director?"

"I think you'll want to see this."

He strode over to her side of her desk and leaned over her shoulder to peer at the screen. Jenny fought to ignore the fact that his arms were practically around her, raising goose bumps where his skin brushed hers, and his warm breath was brushing over her neck, making her remember certain moments in Europe that were not at all work appropriate. Jethro squinted over her shoulder at the screen, too proud to ask for her glasses, until Jenny gave in and handed them over, stealing his coffee from where it was making marks on her desk in return.

"Huh" he said as he perused the screen "whaddya know? Our little girl can write".

"That's all you have to say, Jethro?" She grasped at the chance that maybe, just maybe, he too believed that Abby was dead right. He shrugged,

"What else is there?"

"Maybe we should address the issue that apparently there's enough sexual tension between us to prompt Abby to write a poem entitled 'Ode to Mommy and Daddy'."

"Yeah" he replied huskily, lips brushing her ear; "maybe". He nipped at her earlobe, and she could feel the smugness emanate from him at her responding intake of breath.

"Is this how we're addressing the issue?" she asked, struggling to keep her voice steady as his lips moved to the side of her neck.

"Seems like a pretty good way to me."

"We're in my office Jethro."

"Yeah, well" he replied as his hand moved to her cheek to turn her face towards him. "You did say 'no off the job'." As she turned to face him, crushing her mouth on his, Jenny made a mental note to thank Abby for the Ode.

"You know" McGee said, with absolutely no idea of the implications of his statement, "Gibbs has been up there for a pretty long time. Do you think –" he was cut off by Abby skidding into the bullpen.

"Did it work? Did it work?"

"Oh," replied Tony, leaning back in his chair with a smug smile "it worked."