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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
17,655
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Six Words
Disclaimer: Do not own anything that you can recognize. I do, however, own a killer migraine. But I’m more than willing to part with it, for a reasonable price… Or cake.
Author’s note: Thanks to everybody for the lovely feedback. Good feedback feeds the soul and eases headaches. Not by much, but it helps.
So, we have ourselves another short chapter. Just to resolve that little cliffhanger there, before we all have a heart attack. (Or die of cerebral hemorrhage, as my head is threatening to do).
P.S: I really hate sequence of tenses. I hate it with a fiery passion. And I bollocks it up every single time. So please ignore me while I drown in past perfects and future-in-the-pasts. ‘would have liked to have had’… Too many ‘h’ noises….
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Your drill sergeant yelling ‘Move it!’
Your little girl’s gasp as she’s about to fall off a bike.
These are some of the things that make you snap out of any daze you were in and react. And Leroy Jethro Gibbs was good at snapping out of anything. And he was excellent at reacting.
So why was his brain having such a problem communicating these excellent reflexes to the rest of his body?
-Woah! – Abby breathed. – That was one hell of an apology.
-That… - Gibbs willed his voice to be even, - was not… an apology.
-Fine. What was it, then?
He looked her up and down. She didn’t seem upset. Her face seemed a little flushed. She was leaning on her desk, assessing him as he was assessing her. Her lips were parted just a little bit and wet. Her lipstick was smudged in one place. He moved his thumb over his own lips without thinking about it, to remove any transfer. He couldn’t see it through her lab coat, but he guessed that she had red marks on her arm from when he yanked her out of the chair.
It took all of his impeccable self control not to grab her again. Kiss her. Own her.
Oh! Yes… she was still waiting for an answer. What was it, then? Damned if he knew.
-Damned if I know, Abbs.
Apparently the filter between his brain and his mouth was temporarily out of order.
-Well, as I see it, you’re dating… whoever… So maybe things aren’t going as they should and you were feeling frustrated and I wasn’t talking to you and you came in her looking to pick a fight and then ended up… well, you know… and now we’re in this awkward situation so I say we just forget about it and move on.
Up until the last six words he wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying. He was just watching her lips move, still able to taste her. The little shudder that went through her when their lips connected. Forget about it and move on?
HOW???
But she was right. He had Hol. Well, in a way. And she was more in his age range. And she was… uncomplicated. Professional. Tough. Same. Plain. Blond. Same… Damn it. He was NOT going through a middle age crisis. What had he been thinking grabbing Abby like that and…
Well, that’s obvious – came a self-satisfied reply from the back of his mind. – You weren’t thinking. For once you weren’t planning 5 steps ahead. You just did what you wanted. And it felt good. Admit it! – the little voice teased, - you wanted it and you want more. You want HER.
He shook his head. Damn her for being able to remain calm and logical.
-Yeah, Abbs. Forget about it and move on. Good idea.
Her shoulders slumped infinitesimally. Was she disappointed?
-And next time, don’t let the elf lord play lab tech. I want my information delivered by professionals.
-Ooh! Will you always react like this if I send data up to you by the Timmy-express?
He had to smirk at that one. His Abby was back.
Leaning toward her, his face inches from hers, he whispered:
-I might.
And then he was gone.
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She hadn’t wanted to snap out of it. Just one kiss had given her a lovely little buzz and she would have liked to have had more time to enjoy it, but seeing the confused look on his face made her snap out faster than him. She regrouped and decided to give him a choice. Mind over matter. Friendship over hormones.
She so wanted him to pick hormones.
But he didn’t.
And so he had left. And now she sat at her computer and relived the kiss over and over.
Forget about it and move on.
Whose bright idea was that?!
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The team was silent as Gibbs returned to his desk. No Abby. His hair was messed up and he looked slightly disorientated.
-Well? McGee? You were saying? – he finally snapped, annoyed by the glances they were giving him.
-Umm… Yeah… So the DNA…
And the lecture continued. Gibbs stared at his cup of coffee. He didn’t want it anymore. He didn’t want the taste of Abby’s mouth to be lost. Not yet.
Move on, he could.
Forget?
Never.
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TBC
“Move on, he could”… It sounds a bit like Yoda, doesn’t it?
Author’s note: Thanks to everybody for the lovely feedback. Good feedback feeds the soul and eases headaches. Not by much, but it helps.
So, we have ourselves another short chapter. Just to resolve that little cliffhanger there, before we all have a heart attack. (Or die of cerebral hemorrhage, as my head is threatening to do).
P.S: I really hate sequence of tenses. I hate it with a fiery passion. And I bollocks it up every single time. So please ignore me while I drown in past perfects and future-in-the-pasts. ‘would have liked to have had’… Too many ‘h’ noises….
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Your drill sergeant yelling ‘Move it!’
Your little girl’s gasp as she’s about to fall off a bike.
These are some of the things that make you snap out of any daze you were in and react. And Leroy Jethro Gibbs was good at snapping out of anything. And he was excellent at reacting.
So why was his brain having such a problem communicating these excellent reflexes to the rest of his body?
-Woah! – Abby breathed. – That was one hell of an apology.
-That… - Gibbs willed his voice to be even, - was not… an apology.
-Fine. What was it, then?
He looked her up and down. She didn’t seem upset. Her face seemed a little flushed. She was leaning on her desk, assessing him as he was assessing her. Her lips were parted just a little bit and wet. Her lipstick was smudged in one place. He moved his thumb over his own lips without thinking about it, to remove any transfer. He couldn’t see it through her lab coat, but he guessed that she had red marks on her arm from when he yanked her out of the chair.
It took all of his impeccable self control not to grab her again. Kiss her. Own her.
Oh! Yes… she was still waiting for an answer. What was it, then? Damned if he knew.
-Damned if I know, Abbs.
Apparently the filter between his brain and his mouth was temporarily out of order.
-Well, as I see it, you’re dating… whoever… So maybe things aren’t going as they should and you were feeling frustrated and I wasn’t talking to you and you came in her looking to pick a fight and then ended up… well, you know… and now we’re in this awkward situation so I say we just forget about it and move on.
Up until the last six words he wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying. He was just watching her lips move, still able to taste her. The little shudder that went through her when their lips connected. Forget about it and move on?
HOW???
But she was right. He had Hol. Well, in a way. And she was more in his age range. And she was… uncomplicated. Professional. Tough. Same. Plain. Blond. Same… Damn it. He was NOT going through a middle age crisis. What had he been thinking grabbing Abby like that and…
Well, that’s obvious – came a self-satisfied reply from the back of his mind. – You weren’t thinking. For once you weren’t planning 5 steps ahead. You just did what you wanted. And it felt good. Admit it! – the little voice teased, - you wanted it and you want more. You want HER.
He shook his head. Damn her for being able to remain calm and logical.
-Yeah, Abbs. Forget about it and move on. Good idea.
Her shoulders slumped infinitesimally. Was she disappointed?
-And next time, don’t let the elf lord play lab tech. I want my information delivered by professionals.
-Ooh! Will you always react like this if I send data up to you by the Timmy-express?
He had to smirk at that one. His Abby was back.
Leaning toward her, his face inches from hers, he whispered:
-I might.
And then he was gone.
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She hadn’t wanted to snap out of it. Just one kiss had given her a lovely little buzz and she would have liked to have had more time to enjoy it, but seeing the confused look on his face made her snap out faster than him. She regrouped and decided to give him a choice. Mind over matter. Friendship over hormones.
She so wanted him to pick hormones.
But he didn’t.
And so he had left. And now she sat at her computer and relived the kiss over and over.
Forget about it and move on.
Whose bright idea was that?!
-------
The team was silent as Gibbs returned to his desk. No Abby. His hair was messed up and he looked slightly disorientated.
-Well? McGee? You were saying? – he finally snapped, annoyed by the glances they were giving him.
-Umm… Yeah… So the DNA…
And the lecture continued. Gibbs stared at his cup of coffee. He didn’t want it anymore. He didn’t want the taste of Abby’s mouth to be lost. Not yet.
Move on, he could.
Forget?
Never.
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TBC
“Move on, he could”… It sounds a bit like Yoda, doesn’t it?