A/N: As this is story 300 (how scary is that?!) I thought I would celebrate with a little something from the fandom that began it all :) This drabble was inspired by a scene in Letters to Juliet and I apologise for the unimaginative title. Hope you enjoy! :)

Dedication: this is an early Christmas present for beautywithin22 :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

The Ice-Cream Incident

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Michael asked without looking up from his notes and taking another lick of his ice-cream cone.

Jackie cocked her head to the side as she regarded him, "I just never pictured you with an ice-cream cone," she said finally, taking a lick of her own ice-cream cone.

Michael shrugged a shoulder, "I am a man of many mysteries," he replied easily.

Jackie watched him read for a few moments before hitting him in the nose with her ice-cream. Michael looked up in surprise, "What was that for?" he demanded, trying not to laugh.

Jackie shrugged a shoulder with a wicked grin, "It just seemed like the right thing to do."

Michael shook his head, looking amused, "Really? The 'right thing' to do is hit your superior officer in the face with an ice-cream cone?"

Jackie giggled and Michael bit back a laugh of his own, "You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" he asked and she nodded.

Michael gave a mock longsuffering sigh, "Pity I'm not a gentleman then," he added, hitting her in the face with his own ice-cream.

Jackie stopped giggling and stared at him in shock, "It seemed like the right thing to do," Michael commented drily, taking another lick of his ice-cream cone.

Jackie narrowed her eyes in mock annoyance and hit him in the face with her ice-cream again. Michael retaliated in kind and so on until they were both wearing more ice-cream than they had in their respective cones.

They stopped as the last of the ice-cream fell out of Michael's cone and onto the table, "Satisfied?" Michael asked, looking up at Jackie.

She smirked, "I guess this means I win."

Michael glared at her playfully, "Oh really?"

"Yes," she confirmed lightly, picking up a napkin and wiping her face.

Michael eyed her as he also picked up a napkin to clean himself up, "This isn't over," he warned her, standing up to leave.

Jackie giggled as she joined him, "I'm sure it's not."

Michael's only response was an enigmatic grain as he exacted his revenge by letting her return to the station with ice-cream on her nose.