I requested Elizabeth to give me 5 random words, from which I would construct 5 plots about how the members of NCIS discover the romantic relationship between DiNozzo and Gibbs. The first word was soup and I chose Ducky. Thanks to Elizabeth for the little words that helped me build a plot and thanks to anyone who reviews.
soup
There were still about 10 minutes left in his lunch hour, and Ducky wanted nothing more than to enjoy it. It had been a rather stressful week, and this being Thursday gave him far too long until the weekend. The holiday season was always a stressful time for everyone—much as society liked to put a relaxed and cheerful spin on it—but Ducky still could not grow accustomed to the reaction to this stress. Judging by the body count in the freezer and the number of incoming corpses, it seemed a great number of people were so stressed they needed to kill their loved ones. Usually in rather grotesque and personal ways.
Shaking his head, Ducky turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car. He leaned back in, wincing at the strain to his back. Was really getting up there in years, he acknowledged belatedly. He pulled from the cup holder a Styrofoam cup with a very decent amount of insulation. The café that he so often frequented in town now sold something called 'Cup o' Soup'. It was just wonderful to have a rich soup at hand in the cold weather. Using the soup to warm his hands, Ducky made his way through the maze of cars.
He walked along the cars but paused when he noticed movement in one of the vehicles farther along the row. Now Ducky knew he wasn't a trained investigator, but he fancied himself observant at the very least. With surprise, Ducky noted that the car with the mysterious passengers belonged to Special Agent Gibbs. In fact, the person sitting in the driver's seat was Special Agent Gibbs. Presumably returning from his own lunch break.
Jethro was facing away from him, appeared to be leaning in towards whomever was sitting passenger—perhaps another one of the disastrous redheads, Ducky thought worriedly. They seldom worked well; Jethro needed someone who understood how passionate he was about work and someone who perhaps had the same passion for their own line of work. A person who knew that having someone like Jethro putting you second while he was out saving lives was worth it.
Jethro moved slightly and Ducky began to walk around so he was facing the front of the car, still at a distance of course. It was then Ducky got a good view of who was sitting in the passenger seat. As Jethro leaned back, the other occupant of the car leaned forward to take a more controlling role in what Ducky saw quite plainly to be a very passionate kiss.
Was he surprised that Anthony was kissing Jethro? At first glance, probably. Anthony had always proclaimed himself to have such a way with women and Jethro maintained a similar style in a much more subtle manner. But the two of them seemed to work. Anthony always had needed attention and support—guidance from an authority, especially in romantic relationships where the intimacy made his confident façade crumble. And Jethro needed someone to make him laugh, someone to help pull him out of his own mind.
Ducky felt his heart warm just like the little cup of soup in his hands as he saw Jethro's face. Anthony had one hand cupping his boss's neck with his thumb stroking the skin. He was obviously talking rather quickly in between little kisses. But Jethro…he was responding with such a smile; and it might have been a small smile, true, but it was a start. It was an excellent start.
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