Title: Cat eyes
Author: WriterKos
Rating: FR15
Parings: McGee/OFC
Characters: McGee, OC, the whole Gang from NCIS.
Genres: Character study, Romance, Drama
Summary: A chance encounter in the beach gives McGee the change of diving in a centuries old secret.

Written for The Game Is Afoot! - Sherlock Holmes Challenge from NFA

"Do you believe in fate?"

I open my eyes and look at the red-haired beauty now lying against my chest, one of her fine fingers doing lazy circles over my jumper clad chest. We're lying on a blanket hearing the roaring of the waves breaking on the beach, and the hungry seagulls flying over the billows looking for fish.

I feel the warmth of her breathing against my neck, and also the warmth of a big canine body on my other side, where Jethro decided to cuddle me too.

I've tried to push him away, but she simply giggled and told me that he wanted only to share body heat.

So Jethro stayed.

I consider her question carefully, causing her to leave the comfort of my arms and look down at me with those beautiful cat colored eyes that had hypnotized me and conquered me from the first moment I looked into them.

"So? Do you believe in fate?"

I sigh and lift myself a little, supporting myself on my elbows so I can better look into her eyes. My gaze automatically glides to those pink pouty lips that have driven me crazy since I've met her, and I think about our first meeting and the following dates that soon followed.

"I have to say that I didn't believe in it for long time. Fate seemed a deity too cruel whose only enjoyment was to laugh at the despair and troubles it throws in our path. But after these last months…" one of my hands goes up, my fingers getting tangled with her glorious red hair that cascades in soft waves over her shoulder.

She knows I prefer her hair free, untamed, falling unrestrained over her back as in the day when we've first met.

She notices my eyes glazing over as I stare hypnotized at her hair, and she smiles that satisfied smile women do when they are aware of their power over us, poor men, who are reduced to rambling fools when in the presence of such glorious creature.

"I think I believe in it now."

She smiles, leaning down so her pink lips touch mine. I feel then the same electricity and awe I've felt the first time I've met the one who is the other half of my soul.

This is our story.

NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS

It was one of those spring days that make you feel like conquering the world, as the last chill of the air is finally gone and flowers seem to be showing their bulbous heads out of the melting snow everywhere.

That fine morning I've decided to take Jethro running on the beach, so I've packed everything I might need and left early my apartment in SilverSprings and drove to the Chesapeake bay. After driving around, I've found a nice clean and empty stretch of sand and left my car.

Jethro was in his element, running and barking and jumping in the water. I would throw a stick to him and he would do amazing jumps in the air, catching the twig and coming back with it, faithfully depositing it at my feet, eager for another round.

We've played like that the whole morning, until hunger pains started to bother me. I returned to the car and dug out a picnic basket I've prepared especially for today, and along with Jethro went in search of a shaded place where we could sit and have our lunch.

I unpacked my things and sat down to eat, preparing two bowls for Jethro, one with water and another with food.

I sat down to eat my fresh sandwich, and I noticed for the first time that our desert beach wasn't as deserted as before.

Several yards away there was a woman walking lazily by the surf, her gaze lost in the constant movement of waves. She was in a deep maroon top, which hugged her firm young breasts in a very welcoming way, and a hippie white shirt that she was holding its lower part in one of her hands, in order to avoid the water lapping on her naked feet.

Her sandals were hanging by thin stripes from her other hand, and the water had turned her white skirt almost transparent, showing off firm toned muscles, despite her efforts of avoiding the waves.

Her skin was white, lily white, but her most amazing feature was the glorious red hair falling in soft waves over her shoulder, which moved like a living thing as the wind flowed through her tresses and glued her hair and her wet skirt against her young body.

I heard Jethro whining, and I was suddenly aware that I had stopped chewing my sandwich to stare at that vision. I swallowed with difficulty and forced myself to look away, turning to my picnic basked and looking for a cold soda, as I definitely needed something cool.

Mission accomplished, I sat back on my blanket, and I almost blew a gasket when I saw the woman had just shed her clothes on the sand, and now she was slowly entering the still freezing waters in a bright green bikini. I saw her folding her arms over her upper chest, her skin spiking in goosebumps, but yet she waded further in the water, until with a screech she jumped head first in the water, getting herself wet all over.

She swam a little and when she came up for air again, her teeth must have been chattering, but still she swam.

I watched it for a few minutes, and once she was finished her routine she swam to the shore, towards the place where she had left her clothes.

And of course that was when Jethro decided that it would be fun to swim with the beautiful stranger, so he left our hidden spot and ran towards the swimming nymph.

She startled a little when she saw the huge German shepherd dog coming towards herself, but when she noticed that he only wanted to play, she started laughing and swimming beside him.

I left my place and ran towards them, and noticed her becoming tense when she saw me standing at the sand. She was, after all, alone in the beach, in just a bikini while I was fully clothed. She stood there, knees deep in the water, staring at me as I forced myself to keep my eyes on her face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to intrude. I'll just take the dog." I looked at Jethro, who was now running after its own tail and barking. "Come on Jethro, time to go. Leave her alone."

She nodded, and we both glanced at my dog.

Jethro stopped and leaned his head to the side, looking at me then to the beautiful lady. He finally decided that she was much more interesting, and ran towards her, barking and splashing water everywhere. She screeched and started to run laughing, with the dog running after her, playing tag.

"Jethro, stop!" I ran after the dog too, and I ended up running into the water trying to catch him, so my clothes were soon all wet.

Jethro thought it was a new game, and he kept running away from us and evading my efforts to catch him, at the same time he ran around the lady, who was laughing as he ran after her. Suddenly we made wrong turn, and we collided as we both tried to run: she from the dog and me towards the dog.

We fell to the ground in a mess of arms and legs and I suddenly found myself in a very awkward situation, with a semi naked woman lying on top of my chest as my arms were all full of her … curves.

"Ah!" she lifted her gaze and our eyes met, and I was momentarily speechless. She had different eye colors. One was hazel, a soft honey color with touches of dark brown, while the other was a deep green with dots of hazel.

"I'm sorry, mister…" she said in a soft accent that I at first could not identify, her eyes investigating mine as carefully as I looked into hers. Yet she didn't make any movement to leave my arms.

"McGee. Timothy McGee."

She wiggled in my arms, and supported herself with her hands resting on the sand at each side of my head, her firm young body now lying fully against mine. I had to bite my lower lip to stop the moan that was about to escape, and my action was not unnoticed, as she followed it with her gaze, before she looked at me again with smiling eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Timothy McGee. I'm Margot Watson."