AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is going to be three one-shots on the subject of Live, Laugh, Love. Live is going to be Jibbs, Laugh is going to Tiva, and Love is going to be McAbby. Sorry if these totally suck but I came up with this idea as I was going to sleep last night and god knows what goes through your mind before you fall asleep! These are going to be really short as well.
DISCLAIMER: not mine. Only six more days and some odd hours until the premiere!! (Pee's pants in excitement!!)
Live
It was Saturday. No one was supposed to be here. Gibbs had come in only because he had forgotten a file, but he sensed that she was still in her office. Mainly because he could still see her light from the squad room. He sighed as he climbed the stairs, that woman was going to work herself to death. He smoothed his shirt before bursting through the door.
LIVELIVELIVELIVELIVELIVELIVELIVELIVELIVE
Jenny sighed as she opened another file. She had nothing to do at home, no one waiting for her, and that was how she ended up her, in her office, on a Saturday night. God, I have no life. She dropped her glasses on her desk and pinched the bridge of her nose. She closed the file and was reaching for another one when the door got thrown open so hard it nearly came off its hinges. She jumped so high her knees hit the bottom of her desk.
"Damn it, Jethro!"
He didn't respond, he just slipped silently around the side of her desk and placed one arm under her legs, which wasn't an easy task, and the other around her shoulders. He sucked in a deep breath as he hauled her up out of her chair and through the door.
"Jethro, what the hell do you think you're doing! Put me down!"
She kicked her legs, but it didn't do much good. She kept grumbling as he carried her into the elevator and then into his car. She sunk down into the passenger's seat and yanked the seatbelt into place. He didn't say a word as he drove off the base and onto the interstate. She silently looked out the window, occasionally throwing a grumble in his direction. She tightly shut her eyes and rested her forehead against the window. She let her mind go blank but as soon as the car shut off, her anger came flooding back. Gibbs came around her side and pulled her out of the car. She was glad there was no one around, the last thing she needed was for someone to think that the Director of NCIS had been kidnapped. She looked around at the buildings; then she turned to where Gibbs was leading her, towards the ocean. She figured he would probably stop and make her sit and watch the sunset or something but he kept tugging her towards the choppy water that was coming in harsh waves.
"Jethro? Jethro, you can stop now. Agent Gibbs stop pulling me now."
At this Gibbs smirked and scooped her up again in his arms.
"You know that's not what I meant Jethro." But still, she couldn't stop the smile from turning the corners of her lips faintly upward.
Before she realized what had happened, Gibbs had carried her into the water, the waves crashing up against them. She tilted her head to glare at him. He was smirking.
"Jethro. Please. Just take me home. I'm tired."
With that he let his hands uncurl from around her and she landed with a plop in the knee-deep water.
"Jethro!" She coughed as she struggled to stand up but a wave knocked her down again. As she tried to stand again, another wave knocked into her legs but this time, a strong pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders and held her close.
"Would you mind telling me what that was?"
He tipped her head upwards and whispered, "Sometimes you just need to live a little, Jen."
With that, he leaned in and captured her lips with his. Jenny wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss as another wave knocked them both over. They both surfaced, still kissing.
"Jethro, sometimes you talk to much."