Proclaimer: I own nothing of NCIS, just love the show!
Pairing: Gibbs and Abby.
Red or black?
1. Passionate pursuit.
She looked in the mirror and really liked what she saw. Red hair framing around her face, a bit of make up, just enough to highlight her strong features. Lipstick matching the hair and the beautiful green shirt fitted like a glove, covering everything in the most seductive way. The colour made her emerald green eyes shine bright. Tightly fitting jeans showed off her long legs and not only did she look good, she felt fantastic, although a little uneasy, but that could be the promise of a memorable evening. It was still early and with a sigh she sat back on her couch and waited, waited 'till it was time to go and finally make her move. For a moment her stomach twitched when she checked her purse again. Maybe she was more nervous than she wanted to admit to herself.
At that same time, Leroy Jethro Gibbs had seated himself strategically at the far end of the bar, not far from the Navy Yard. With his back against the wall and his eyes to the door and the people, he was sure to blend in to the background and be able to watch the people. The first bourbon stood waiting before him but he hesitated to take the first sip, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop for a long time once he started. But why postpone the inevitable? It was why he wanted to be here tonight instead of drinking in his basement and working on his boat. He wanted … no, he needed desperately to watch people, not to talk or to hook up, but to be reassured that there were still normal people left on this planet, not just killers and victims. After a very hard case he and his team had worked on for the past 6 days they finally wrapped it up today. Did you catch the bad guys, Gibbs? He heard Abby's voice in his head and felt a sting in his heart. Damn, Abby! He grabbed the glass and poured the liquid down his throat, immediately ordering a refill. Why couldn't he forget about her? And why was he so mad? She hadn't done anything wrong, on the contrary, she did everything just right. And that made him feel …. well, it just made him feel everything! And that's why he was mad. She was able to make him feel the way he felt with Shannon, the way he felt with Jenny in Paris, and that scared the shit out of him. Love … it must be love, but love with the after-taste of death, hurt and emptiness and he swore he never wanted to feel that again. But love was not following his rules and neither was Abby. He couldn't figure out how or when she managed to get under his skin, but she was and now he didn't know what to do, except to escape, forget himself, forget Abby, forget love, forget everything.
The place was filled with people by the time she got there. There was loud talking, laughter and music, heads turned when she walked across the floor towards the bar. She was quite a sight, and a smile danced around her lips as she realised the effect she had on the men AND the women. She reached the bar and ordered a "passionate pursuit", not sure what is was but she needed to loosen up just a little and the drink sounded like her mission tonight. She turned around while she waited for her cocktail, watched the crowd, hoping the find the one she wanted to take home tonight. Of course he wouldn't be on the floor, he would be sitting in a quiet corner or at the bar. She turned around and instantly met his blue eyes.