A/N: Yeah, still on a roll. Saw a picture of Kate wearing that jersey on Google…oh boy, is she hot! This takes place during "Minimum Security" (1.08), the night before Tony's hilarious incident with the iguana. Reviews, favorites, and likes are welcomed and appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.
Brunette Agents and Basketball Jerseys
Chapter One
By GallaudetLurker
"Gibbs?"
At the sounds of her soft voice wafting through the otherwise silent air, Gibbs raised his head up from the report he was working on his desk in the bedroom (apparently the best one, according to the bickering Tony and Kate) of the house they were staying in at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.
He involuntarily took in a sharp breath at the sight of her standing at the doorway, feeling his guts wrench, and a certain part of his anatomy grow hard.
Kate was wearing nothing but a gold and cardinal basketball jersey with large golden letters 'USC', and white numbers '22', emblazoned across its front. It extended to the middle of her thighs, and from what he could see, it fitted her really well.
Really too well.
Trying not to think about what lay under that damned jersey, and trying to ignore the churning and wrenching in his guts, nevermind that certain sensation down there, Gibbs continued to look at her inquisitively, his face stern and impassive.
Several forbidden thoughts suddenly intruded his mind – all them involving the beautiful, half-naked brunette standing in front of his desk – and Gibbs tightened his jaw, mentally head-slapping himself repeatedly with all his might in an attempt to make these images disappear. He tried his best to avoid looking at Kate's curvy figure, her perky breasts which swayed ever so slightly with every breath she took, her shapely thighs and legs that he would like to be wrapped around his—
Cue frantic mental head-slaps.
He cursed the fact that he was wearing loose-fitting navy blue shorts that did nothing to obscure his dilemma. Thank goodness for the desk he was sitting behind.
A rogue thought of throwing Kate over this desk, putting himself between her waiting thighs, crept into his mind. Cue frantic mental head-slaps.
It had been two months since Kate joined NCIS, and Gibbs had been contending with these...strange, inappropriate feelings that, for some reason, kept manifesting around his newest Agent. If he had bothered to analyze these feelings instead of clamping down on them with the iron discipline that he had developed in the Marines, he would have noticed that they were frighteningly similar to what he had once felt toward his first wife, Shannon.
Gibbs was never good with feelings, ever.
"Yeah, Kate?" Gibbs found himself replying in his usual clipped tone, willing his eyes to remain locked on that of Kate's brown ones.
For some reason, Kate looked somewhat abashed as she fidgeted with the front of her jersey, which set off this peculiar sensation through Gibbs once again, and he had to stifle his groan of frustration. He was acting like some hormone-addled teenager! He was becoming DiNozzo.
As her superior, he was not supposed to feel like this around her, much less look at her that way – yet he unwittingly did so from time to time, a lapse of judgment that he deeply regretted. Or at least deeply regretted not regretting looking at her that way, much to his chagrin.
"Um...uh..." Kate looked like she was struggling to find something to say, which struck Gibbs as odd. In the past two months at NCIS, Kate had never been lost for words when she spoke to him and the others, be it about discussing a case or making a retort to DiNozzo that had him chuckling at times. Her assertiveness, confidence, and feistiness were what he liked about her.
"Anytime now, Kate," Gibbs said after a moment passed in silence, impatient sarcasm lacing his tone.
"Oh, um," Kate looked somewhat flustered. It must've been the trick of the light, but it looked like her face was becoming slightly flushed. As much as he'd loathe to admit it, his sight is not what it used to be. "Uh, well, I just wanted to say...good night." Now she was definitely blushing.
Gibbs raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised by this. It wasn't too often that Kate said good night to anyone, much less him, even on the occasions the team stayed overnight at their desks.
"Good night, Kate," he said simply with a nod of his head, a corner of his lips curving up ever so slightly.
Kate nodded, her lips curled up in a small smile. With a momentary pause, during which Gibbs struggled to maintain eye contact with Kate, the female agent turned and walked over to the door. As much as he wanted to return to the report on his desk, his eyes – stubborn, traitorous eyes – remained focused on her retreating back, and he found that he had to muster all of his willpower to prevent them from wandering downwards.
Upon reaching the door, she turned her head and gave him a lingering glance before closing it behind her.
It would take a while for Gibbs to focus on finishing his report, longer to will his problem away and even longer to get to sleep that night. All the while cursing himself for his inappropriate hormonal immaturity that more befitted DiNozzo.
When sleep finally claimed him at around three in the morning, a certain brunette agent clad in a basketball jersey occupied his dreams.
A/N: Three stories in two days? That's a miracle, I reckon, given my track record. Once again, reviews are welcomed and appreciated.
