Headslaps
Leroy Jethro Gibbs stormed into her office, to find her leaning up against the front of her desk. She was staring at the ground, unbothered by his forced entry.
It caused him to immediately stop in his tracks, she looked paler than usual. His eyebrows curved, as he examined her. She didn't even acknowledge his presence. One could conclude she was lost deep in thought or ignoring him.
Jethro hesitated to speak, unsure of the situation. "Jen?" He questioned, a little surprised when she snapped out of her little trance, her emerald eyes flickering over him.
"Hmm?" She asked, her eye brows curving back at him, she must've not heard him. She was silent, as her eyes danced around the room, as she took notice of where she was.
"You okay?" He asked, slightly concerned. He jerked his head a little off to the left, a look of concern gathering on his face.
"I'm fine. Did you need something?" She asked, moving around the right side of her desk. Her hand sliding across of it.
Jethro noticed her off behavior, as he moved deeper into the room.
He leaned up against one of the office chairs. "Nah." He stated, watching her as she opened one of her desk drawers and examined it, before closing it.
"Whatcha' thinkin' bout Jen?" He asked her, as she circled back around her desk and leaned back up against it. She folded her arms and stared at him, she was still quiet.
"Just thinkin' how different the world be if one was never born, or died in fifteen seconds? In twenty years would the stuff we fight for matter to others?" She answered honestly, and at this point, Gibbs was a little surprised. He didn't pin Jennifer down for dark thinking, and he questioned what could start such a thought.
Jennifer was feeling odd, like she took twelve sleeping pills, waiting two hours, and the thought of sleep bypassed her system and now she could barely even think. In fact, it was starting to hurt to breathe. She knew she didn't though, she didn't have hers with her.
Jethro took two steps towards her and hit the back of her head. She let out a gasp, jumping forward before eyeing her.
"Stop thinkin', Jen." He stated as he watched her rub the back of her head. She eyed him meanly, and suddenly she seemed a little more alive to him.
"I needed that." She stated, and he hummed in agreement. She made her way around her desk once more and sat down in her chair.
"I know," he whispered smoothly to her as she moved away.
"What did you need, Agent Gibbs?" She forced herself to spit out, being her firey little self.
"Just wanted to say, checking out for the night Madame Director." He stated, smiling warmly at her. He liked this firey pushy side of her, then whatever just went down.
"Is that all Agent Gibbs?" She eyed him, his nose wrinkling a little to hold in a sneeze.
"No Ma'am," Gibbs stated, warmly.
"Then I bid you goodnight, Agent Gibbs." She stated, allowing him to have the last word as she pulled on her glasses. She pulled open a file and pretended to throw herself into it.
"Night, Jen." He stated, before she could correct him, out the door he swung. He stood there for a minute, as he heard her sneeze. He walked away, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.
"One day." He stated, indicating that one day, she'd be coming home with him, it was only a matter of time.
End of Shot One
It's Rin, wrote the first chapter because Lorelei's being lazy. (Stuff we must deal with, hmm?) Please review, and continue on. Thanks for reading!