Notes: the song is "Kiss the Girl" from the Disney film "The Little Mermaid." (I'm totally a kid at heart, ha ha). The scene below is going to be set in season four, as Gibbs regains his memory.

There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl

He stood there outside the door to Jenny's office, brown bag in hand, and for the first time actually hesitated to go in. He knew Jenny would appreciate the dinner and wine he'd brought. He remembered doing this before, but it was still fuzzy.

He passed by Cynthia on the way in. She didn't even look up, just waved him on. Jethro smiled and opened the door to Jenny's office. She was behind her desk, on the phone. As he made his way to the couch to set up the meal, flashbacks from Paris came to his mind. She must have caught him smiling, because Jenny's voice brought him back from the pleasant memory.

"You remembered my favorite wine," she said, picking up the bottle he'd brought. It was a Cabernet Franc, from her favorite winery. He took it from her and uncorked it, pouring them each a glass as she unwrapped the prime rib he'd gotten for dinner.

"Little things are coming back, Jen."

"You've obviously forgotten that I hate being called Jen," she said, smiling. Jethro set down the bottle and held up his glass.

"Cheers," he said. They clinked glasses and sipped the wine. Jethro watched as she nibbled at her dinner. They were supposed to be talking about his case, but all he could think about was Paris. It was the first thing he remembered about her back in the hospital, when she came to see him. He wondered if she still felt that way about him. She certainly wasn't shy about flirting with him.

"Are you all right, Jethro?" Jenny suddenly asked. He came out of his daze and picked up his dinner. He knew she was still waiting for his answer. He wasn't sure how to give it. He nodded as he took a bite of his prime rib. He was afraid he'd ruin the moment if he tried to talk. She was sitting dangerously close to him on the couch. He had a feeling she'd never sat this close to him before, when he'd brought dinner.

As he sipped his wine, Jethro had the sudden urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. He remembered her kiss; Paris was one of the best times in his life. He'd never get that back, not really, but he'd love to remind himself what it felt like to kiss her.

"How's the Anson case coming?" Jenny asked suddenly, turning the dinner date immediately into a business meeting.

"DiNozzo is tracking down Petty Officer Hanson's Commanding Officer, and McGee is looking for his family."

"No other progress?"

"Nope." Gibbs let himself smile.

"What are you thinking about?" Jenny said, smiling slyly.

Now is as good a time as ever, Jethro thought. He set down his wine glass and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. When she didn't push him away, he deepened his kiss. When they finally separated, he picked up his wine and took a sip, and waited for Jenny to fire him for sexual harassment.

"Did you enjoy that, Jethro?" she asked, smiling.

Jethro nodded, trying not to smile. It didn't work.

"Good," she said, and surprised him by leaning in and kissing him with more passion than Paris. He had to bring Jenny her favorite wine more often.