AN: I got very lost in this show several seasons ago and have yet to catch up, so as far as I know, this is cannon. If it's not, sorry…
PS AN: I know this has been done hundreds of times already, but the stupid little bunny hiding under my bed wouldn't leave me alone.
I think it's safe to say that, though when I first met her, I hated the sight of her. She claimed to be trying to catch the guy hunting Gibbs, but everything about her screamed suspicious. She had a cool confidence about her that made her incredibly sexy, but she was so guarded it was like working with ice. I like ice, just in small doses. With a coke, or something stronger.
But then she killed the thing pretending to be a man. He was her brother, but she killed him to protect someone else. The fact that it was the boss is beside the point. She killed someone she loved to protect someone she barely knew. That takes an uncommon strength. I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it.
I now consider her the most beautiful creature in the world. She's also the most dangerous woman I know. That's ok though. It'd take away part of the fun if she wasn't. She's this odd combination of woman with all the charm and beauty, child with all the curiosity, lover with all the passion and intensity, fighter with all the strength and ferocity, intelligence with all that comes with that, and, oddly enough, innocence. She's a co-worker so I shouldn't be thinking about her like this, but it's not the worse thing I've done, not by a long shot.
I know it's immature, but I can't tell her. I can't tell the woman of my dreams that I love her. Instead I tease her, mock her, joke with her, but I can't tell her. It kills me every time she talks about another guy, but I can't go against Gibbs' rule number 12, but then maybe number 18 is a better one to follow this time.