Still shot: Girl (with back to the camera) holding up a beverage; Gibbs looking at girl smiling, clinks glass

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

But there she was, sitting in this remote cantina drinking a bourbon. Not a fruity drink with an umbrella or beer with lime. Just bourbon. In a little place like this, she stood out.

'Bourbon?' I casually ask, knowing beforehand what it is.

'Wow! You're good, you been watching me?' She says back jokingly

'You are the only other one in here drinking alone'

'Ouch! You're a charmer, aren't ya sir?'

'Don't call me sir, it's just Gibbs'.

'So, just Gibbs, guess I won't be drinking alone now?' She says sheepishly as she signals another round to the bartender. 'By the way, I'm Julia'

'Looks that way, Julia,' then I down my bourbon and signal for yet another round.

NCIS

I wake up in a bit of a fog, trying to piece together what the hell happened last night. A Marine should always know what happened. Rule number. . . Not a rule yet, it should be. Damn.

I can picture DiNozzo now, smirking, saying to himself 'Nice, Boss' – followed by me swatting the back of his head saying 'Focus, DiNozzo'

Something stirs next to me. 'Morning, just Gibbs', she says quietly.

'Umm. Morning, Jules.' First things first, coffee. 'Want some coffee?' I ask as I get up and put some shorts on.

'Sounds good, you gonna come back to bed?' she asks as she stretches.

I don't answer. I just leave the room.

'Morning, Probie, what the hell happened to you? You look like shit,' Franks says sitting at the kitchen table, smoking and drinking coffee. As she walks to kitchen, I mumble, 'Worth it'.

I fill up the two coffee mugs and head to the beach. She follows silently.

'So, just Gibbs. . .', she starts. Here we go, she thinks we're going to discuss this. 'Thanks for not making me drink alone and for letting share your comfy bed.'

I nod. 'My pleasure.'

We finish our coffee in silence.

She gets up, gives me a quick peck on the cheek and says, 'Hope to see again soon, just Gibbs. You know where to find me.'

Shaking my head. 'I do. Meet you for a bourbon tomorrow night, Jules.' She smiles real big then turns and says 'Eight o'clock.' She's gone.

That was not the way I pictured the conversation going. Usually, they want to talk feelings and all that. She's different. I like that. I think I'm in trouble.

Franks comes out to the beach, cigarette hanging from his lips, saying, 'I hope you know what you're doing, Probie.'

'I wish I did'

Still shot: Gibbs shaking his head at Franks