And there she was completely unaware. Donning her own board shorts, which were the short girly sort rather than the long boy type, a white teeshirt, to keep her decent when she did get wet she sported the top to a bikini she'd purchased. Which went to prove she was more sure of herself than she had been, because buying a bikini wasn't something she would have ever done before. But she looked good in it damn it.
She had everything she needed to make their cars sparkle. She even went to the extent of getting oils for the seats, to make the leather nice and supple and soft. Beth had had to be repaired after the storm, though she was as good as new, a brand new convertible top and windows all around.
"Hey baby!" She greeted him, her pony tail bouncing as she ran up to meet him half way. Raising up on the toes of her chucks to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Where do you think we should start? Yours? Mine? Or Gibbs'?" She had been half tempted to ask Dean if she could wash Baby too... But she figured she shouldn't go there. To some men touching their car was like touching their junk, and she didn't want to go there.