Happiest Day
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Category:
M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,016
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Question
This is a work of fanfiction based on the tv show NCIS. The main characters whole team this time. Another Gibbs/McGee story, it takes place shortly after the coming out series. This story is comes out the enthusiasm of Precious Pup, and my own twisted mind. I do not own the characters or universe the only thing I own is my own mind and the strange balloon animals it makes.
Author’s Note: Jethro with an upper case indicates Leroy Jethro Gibbs, jethro with a lower case refers to Tim’s dog :)
Happiest Day
1.
All the other times Leroy Jethro Gibbs had proposed marriage it had been perfect, romantic. Before leaving for deployment, or after a romantic dinner, while they were away on vacation together. He had always done it properly, the way they did it in the movies, for some of his marriages it had been the only thing he did do right, or at least that’s what his second wife had told him. There was nothing special about this day though. Nothing unusual except for the fact that it had snowed, the last snow of the year. It was also a Saturday and they had no pressing cases. Gibbs had spent most of the day in the basement working on his boat. Tim and jethro had spent most of their time locked in the upstairs study working on Tim’s typewrite which was on the fritz again.
Tim had also been trying to find his sweatshirt. He actually had plenty of sweatshirts but this was his chess team sweatshirt with considerable sentimental value attached, they had made it to nationals the year he had bought it. He had already gone through the closet, his dresser and the downstairs closet. Finally out of desperation he started going through Gibbs’ dresser. When he found the box, he didn’t think much of it. Blue velvet boxes indicated jewelry of some quality, but that could be anything from good cufflinks, to a family air loom, to a keepsake from an earlier marriage, his mind skittered firmly away from which one. Still it was in Gibbs’ shirt drawer, which was odd, Gibbs usually kept such things in the drawer at the top, opposite from his socks. He stood there holding the box for a long moment torn between putting it back and opening it. The gentlemanly half of his brain embarked on the short war with the federal investigator part, and lost. Tim opened the box carefully and for a few minutes just stood their staring at the pair of marching gold wedding bands. His mind went in a hundred different directions at once. His first instinct was to close the box and put it back. Obviously he had been wrong about it being not a keepsake and he should just forget he ever saw them. Then his mind, the investigator part, kicked in and he realized both rings were sized too large for a woman’s hand. Everything in his mind froze and he continued to just stand there staring down at the box in his hand. Finally he did the only think he could think of and still holding the box he turned and went to find Gibbs.
Gibbs didn’t look up from his boat when he heard the door open and footsteps come down the stairs.
“How’s the typewriter coming along, still sticking?”
He finally looked up when Tim didn’t answer. Tim stood next to the stairs a strange look on his face holding something in one hand.
“Timmy?”
Gibbs frowned then put down the sander he’d been using and began to walk around his boat towards his partner. He was almost in front of Tim when he realized what Tim was holding, and froze. For a moment they just stood there and stared at each other.
“I was umm. . looking for my sweatshirt and I. . . umm found this in your t-shirt drawer.”
Tim held the box out towards Gibbs.
“Tell me if I’m wrong, but are these for. . . for us?”
It was one of the very rare times when Gibbs looked away first. Dropping his gaze he suddenly found himself very interested in the rag he’d been using to wipe his hands off with.
“Jethro?”
There was urgency in Tim’s voice now.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Tim closed his eyes and Gibbs couldn’t read the look that passed over his face.
“How long?”
“Since everyone at the office found out about us.”
Tim’s eyes flew open and he just stared at Gibbs.
“When we went up for review? And that’s when you decided you wanted to. . . to marry me?”
All the color drained out of his face, and not for the first time Gibbs silently cursed whatever insanity had made him buy the rings in the first place, this had obviously not been a good idea. Tim closed his eyes again, he’s hand was gripping the box so hard his knuckles had gone white.
“Well obviously it wasn’t a good call on my part.”
Tim’s eyes opened again and he stared at Gibbs then down at the box in his hand.
“You don’t want to marry me?”
“Do you want to get married?”
Tim looked at him, a completely different look on his face.
“yes.”
His voice was so low Gibbs barely heard it. Tim licked his lips suddenly nervous.
“yes, yes I do want to marry you.”
They stared at each other for a moment more. Then they both move. Gibbs stepping forward his arms going around Tim’s waist at the same time Tim almost lunged at him grabbing Gibbs around the shoulders and pulling him forward against the other man.
And just like that Gibbs was engaged for the fifth time in his life.
Author’s Note: Jethro with an upper case indicates Leroy Jethro Gibbs, jethro with a lower case refers to Tim’s dog :)
Happiest Day
1.
All the other times Leroy Jethro Gibbs had proposed marriage it had been perfect, romantic. Before leaving for deployment, or after a romantic dinner, while they were away on vacation together. He had always done it properly, the way they did it in the movies, for some of his marriages it had been the only thing he did do right, or at least that’s what his second wife had told him. There was nothing special about this day though. Nothing unusual except for the fact that it had snowed, the last snow of the year. It was also a Saturday and they had no pressing cases. Gibbs had spent most of the day in the basement working on his boat. Tim and jethro had spent most of their time locked in the upstairs study working on Tim’s typewrite which was on the fritz again.
Tim had also been trying to find his sweatshirt. He actually had plenty of sweatshirts but this was his chess team sweatshirt with considerable sentimental value attached, they had made it to nationals the year he had bought it. He had already gone through the closet, his dresser and the downstairs closet. Finally out of desperation he started going through Gibbs’ dresser. When he found the box, he didn’t think much of it. Blue velvet boxes indicated jewelry of some quality, but that could be anything from good cufflinks, to a family air loom, to a keepsake from an earlier marriage, his mind skittered firmly away from which one. Still it was in Gibbs’ shirt drawer, which was odd, Gibbs usually kept such things in the drawer at the top, opposite from his socks. He stood there holding the box for a long moment torn between putting it back and opening it. The gentlemanly half of his brain embarked on the short war with the federal investigator part, and lost. Tim opened the box carefully and for a few minutes just stood their staring at the pair of marching gold wedding bands. His mind went in a hundred different directions at once. His first instinct was to close the box and put it back. Obviously he had been wrong about it being not a keepsake and he should just forget he ever saw them. Then his mind, the investigator part, kicked in and he realized both rings were sized too large for a woman’s hand. Everything in his mind froze and he continued to just stand there staring down at the box in his hand. Finally he did the only think he could think of and still holding the box he turned and went to find Gibbs.
Gibbs didn’t look up from his boat when he heard the door open and footsteps come down the stairs.
“How’s the typewriter coming along, still sticking?”
He finally looked up when Tim didn’t answer. Tim stood next to the stairs a strange look on his face holding something in one hand.
“Timmy?”
Gibbs frowned then put down the sander he’d been using and began to walk around his boat towards his partner. He was almost in front of Tim when he realized what Tim was holding, and froze. For a moment they just stood there and stared at each other.
“I was umm. . looking for my sweatshirt and I. . . umm found this in your t-shirt drawer.”
Tim held the box out towards Gibbs.
“Tell me if I’m wrong, but are these for. . . for us?”
It was one of the very rare times when Gibbs looked away first. Dropping his gaze he suddenly found himself very interested in the rag he’d been using to wipe his hands off with.
“Jethro?”
There was urgency in Tim’s voice now.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Tim closed his eyes and Gibbs couldn’t read the look that passed over his face.
“How long?”
“Since everyone at the office found out about us.”
Tim’s eyes flew open and he just stared at Gibbs.
“When we went up for review? And that’s when you decided you wanted to. . . to marry me?”
All the color drained out of his face, and not for the first time Gibbs silently cursed whatever insanity had made him buy the rings in the first place, this had obviously not been a good idea. Tim closed his eyes again, he’s hand was gripping the box so hard his knuckles had gone white.
“Well obviously it wasn’t a good call on my part.”
Tim’s eyes opened again and he stared at Gibbs then down at the box in his hand.
“You don’t want to marry me?”
“Do you want to get married?”
Tim looked at him, a completely different look on his face.
“yes.”
His voice was so low Gibbs barely heard it. Tim licked his lips suddenly nervous.
“yes, yes I do want to marry you.”
They stared at each other for a moment more. Then they both move. Gibbs stepping forward his arms going around Tim’s waist at the same time Tim almost lunged at him grabbing Gibbs around the shoulders and pulling him forward against the other man.
And just like that Gibbs was engaged for the fifth time in his life.