Kikicox24 asked me for a story, this is what I came up with, more will be coming in time. I make no money as someone else owns them.

"Jethro thanks for the help and for the final report."

"You would have done the same for me, Tobias."

"You should go; the snow is really coming down fast. Wouldn't want you to get hurt, especially with the way you drive."

"Funny man, saying things like that will not get you invitations to Cowboy Christmas steak dinner."

"Thanks anyway, I'm taking Emily skiing for Christmas someplace in New Hampshire. Come with us, she would love to have her uncle Jethro come."

"Not this time, thanks though, give her my love."

Fornell watches his friend leave the office, the holidays were hard on him. He always invited him, Jethro always said no. He exhaled deeply then looked out the window once more. He was lucky and he knew it, he had his daughter and she was the world to him but his friend, well that was a different matter. If he had a Christmas wish he would wish for his friend to find lasting love and someone to fill his life with joy and laughter once again.

The sun was starting to set and with the snow coming down hard, he knew it was going to be a long ride home. Traffic was always a nightmare in the district, but add snow and nightfall it would be even worse. Thankfully it seemed that most of the office workers had decided to leave early, and it made the ride less congested. He is in no rush so he takes his time; no one is waiting for him at home

What he doesn't expect was to see a big old Cadillac on the side of the road with the trunk up. Seeing a figure leaning in it and pull out a large spare tire only to go back in and pull out an old fashioned jack and lug wrench.

He chuckles softly to himself poor bastard I'm glad it's not me that has to change that tire. No sooner does that thought cross his mind than the person turns he can see it's a woman. No way she is going to change that tire on her own, not on his watch. When he gets closer he pulls up behind the car.

Walking up to the side he can see she has a large flashlight aiming at the tire, she is on her knees putting the jack in the right place with one hand with the other she is holding the lug wrench so tightly her knuckles are turning white.

On her feet, he can see very high heels as she stands. She turns her head and lets out a small yelp. "Damn you scared me agent Gibbs."

He looks at her and glares. "Do I know you?"

She smiles and shakes her head then she puts the lug wrench in the right slot to start to jack up the car. "No, I saw you at Quantico today. I work there, technical analyst for the BAU Penelope Garcia. I would offer to shake hand but mine are all dirty and full of grease."

Gibbs put his hand over hers and takeover. "Just hold the flashlight. Why didn't you call a tow truck?"

"I did,there is a two hour delay because of the storm, the heater in my beast of a car only works when it wants. I thought it would be just quicker if I did it myself."

He liked the reply. It didn't take long for him to change the tire and put everything back in the trunk.

"I can't thank you enough for doing that for me. It was very nice of you to stop and help.

"Not a problem and you're welcome. If you don't mind I'd like to follow you home just in case."

"I'd like that, thanks."

He got out of his car after watching her park her big caddy. "Would you like to come up for some coffee? You can wash the grease off of your hands too."

Never one to turn down coffee he nods his head and follows her into the building. When he sees her take the stairs while carrying the tote and her large purse. He looks at her and frowns. She answers his unasked question. "The elevator doesn't always work besides I sit on my bum all day I need the exercise." He watches her climb enjoying the view, finding nothing wrong with her backside at all.

After using two different keys she pushes the door open the and puts the light on before entering the apartment. She re-locks the door then points the way to the bathroom. "I'll start the coffee."

He came out of the bathroom and finally took in the rest of her small apartment, colorful is what comes to mind. Smelling the coffee he goes to the kitchen.

He has to smile at what he is seeing she is pouring creamer into a cup with only half a cup of coffee. "What?" she asks handing him his cup.

He takes a sip then smiles. "How did you know?" He asks lifting his cup.

"Emily Fornell, her dad asked me to fix her laptop. We got to talking she told me all about her family and about you her Uncle Jethro, who works for NCIS. How he likes his coffee strong, marine strong. I made it the way agent Rossi likes his."

"It's good thanks."

"You're welcome. I don't have a fire place but I do have cast iron pan and a steak. Would you like to stay for dinner? My way of thanking you for changing my tire."

"I don't want to impose."

"You're not imposing I asked you. So is medium rare good with you?"

He watches her open a cabinet by pulling a piece of duct tape then put the tape back after getting the pan out. She looks at him and shrugs her shoulders. "The latch thingy is broken I just haven't replace it."

"Did you buy it yet? "

"I did. I'm planning on doing it tomorrow that and a few other things that need to be fixed. You looked surprised, I live alone and calling a repair man is expensive. A good home repair book and a set of simple tools are cheaper."

Hearing her talk he likes her more and more. It is her touching his arm that brings him out of his musing. "I'm sorry." she says as he takes a step back. "I wanted to know if you would like pan fried potatoes and some string beans too. I like to toss the potatoes into the pan after I cook the steak."

"Sounds good. You don't have to go to all this trouble."

"It's no trouble at all Agent Gibbs. I have to eat too."

"Just Gibbs is fine."

She didn't say anything about his sidearm when he took his coat off. But then, she is surrounded by weapons at the BAU all of the time. Hearing her phone ring she doesn't answer it letting it go to the answering machine, but hearing it at the same time.

"Kitten, did you get home okay, the roads are bad. You need a new car."

"Garcia, I noticed the rear tire it might be leaking air. You should have it repaired before Morgan takes your car to be practiced on by the bomb squad."

She reaches over and turns the volume down. Then sends out a quick text on her cell to everyone on the team.

"My team, they worry about me and they really hate my car."

"It is an old car, you should think about getting a new one. Something safer."

"Not you too." she asks with a smiling sigh.

He found her company enjoyable and somehow, he didn't want the evening to end. When she joined him at the table he noticed that she was noticeable shorter then he looks at her feet and sees pink fluffy slippers.

"You don't have to answer but why do you have two deadbolts on your door and two chain locks on the inside. Is this a bad building?"

"No, in fact it's great building except for the time I was shot; it's nice quiet and very safe."

"Shot?" He asks putting his fork down.

"Long story, besides it happened three, almost four years ago."

"Did they catch the bastard?"

"Yes. In fact JJ, agent Jareau, put a bullet in his head."

"Good."

"As I was saying, the building is safe, it's me. The last man I was seeing, well he got clingy and wouldn't except the fact that I said no. He liked to scare me and it got to be too much."

"Would you like me to talk to him?"

"Thanks but no need Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi put the fear of god into him. From what I hear he barely made it to the restroom."

"What about now; is the new man in your life bothering you too?"

"There is no man, why do you think there is?"

"The razor, I saw it by the tub?"

She can't help but smile hearing that from him. "Fewer nicks with that razor."

After they finish eating he offers to help clean, an offer she declines with a smile. "You should go; the roads are just going to get worse. Unless…" Gibbs gives her a look to encourage her to continue. "Unless you would like to sleep on the couch the storm should pass by morning."

"Shaking his head he grabs his coat then makes his way to the door. "I'll be fine unlike you and your car, my truck has a working heater and good tires."

"Very funny agent Gibbs. Thank you once again for the help."

"Anytime." He replies then pulls the door closed. He stands there for only a minute hearing her re-lock the door with both deadbolts and the chains. Only then did he move.

Twenty minutes later he is pouring coffee in his own home, after taking a good full mouthful he puts his cup down then reaches for his cell.

"Fornell."

"Tobias what can you tell me about Penelope Garcia?"

A smile crosses Fornell's face. Where to start he thinks.