NCIS imagines

Waking up the morning after the fight in MTAC (see part one)

Something was different when I woke up in the morning. Jethro was still in bed, arms around me, face buried in my back. Although I welcomed the contact, and that he was still at home, I was confused.

I managed to wiggle around so I was facing him. His arms tightened around me again as ran my fingers along his cheek and jaw. "Mmm, this is nice," he murmured.

"You're usually at the Navy Yard by now, my love," I mused, smiling. My fingers found their way to his silvery hair. He sighed in happiness.

"I want to stay with you today, Mae."

"And you have a case to work on, Jethro. I'll start the coffee." I wormed my way out of the agent's warm embrace and grabbed one of his tshirts, slipping it in as I walked into the kitchen. When I made a pot of coffee, it was usually gone in less than half an hour.

"Do you want breakfast, honey?" I called into the den.

"If you make it, I'll eat it." His arms snaked around my waist as I was at the counter. "I'll go in late. I want some more time with my love. And you have the day off." His voice was gruff with sleep still.

We had fallen asleep on the couch the night previous watching Netflix on my laptop, me curled into his chest. It was comfortable, even though it was a couch. I started sleeping better once Jethro and I started sleeping together, the insomnia all but gone.

"Alright, well, let go. I need stuff from the fridge."

"What do you need?" I was surprised. He didn't help much with cooking, unless it was one of his famous steaks. "Eggs, butter, cheese, whatever veggies you want, sausage."

"Omelets?"

"Yes. Now shut up and go sit down," I said, kissing Jethro's cheek and shoving him out of the kitchen. Rather, trying to push him out. He was strong. And once I realize he wasn't going anywhere, I sighed and got whatever else I needed. "If you aren't going to go sit down, help me?"

"Sure."

A few minutes later, his cell phone rang. I gave the Marine a look before he walked back into the den to grab it.

"Yeah, Gibbs." Typical. "Jen, I'm coming in late. My team knows that. I told them last night." Pause. I looked over and he was getting frustrated. "No-"

I sighed. Grabbing his mug, I walked over to him and handed it to him. I got a tight smile. He gestured for me to come closer, and I wrapped my arms around his waist as I looked up at him. Jethro put his free arm around me.

"I guess you have to go in now?" I questioned, defeated, once the phone was closed and dropped onto the couch.

"No, actually, I somehow managed to get the day off. Ziva managed to talk the director into letting me have the day off."

I smiled. "Well, then, let's go have breakfast."