Unfortunately, I don't own NCIS. If I did, things would go quite differently. :)
Those who do own it are incredibly lucky! This fic is a demonstration of my love for the characters and the world they have created. Thanks to its creator, its producers, directors and actors for creating a show which is loved my so many, myself included.
Bad Moods all Around
If Leroy Jethro Gibbs slept on a bed, one would say he woke up on the wrong side of it that morning. His car had broken down on the way to work. After he'd managed to have it towed to his mechanic, he'd rushed to the diner to grab a cup of coffee only to find it closed due to a water main break in the street. He'd finally gotten to work only to find out that he'd left ID in the car, and the security guard wouldn't let him into the building. A quick call to Director Vance's office had gotten the matter resolved, but he was still pissed by the time he got to the bullpen.
"Morning, Boss!" called out Anthony DiNozzo, his Senior Field Agent, as Gibbs swept past. He barely got a grunt in return and he sent a quick look to his colleagues, Special Agents Ellie Bishop and Tim McGee, eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. They sent him worried glances back: this did not bode well for the day!
The three team members turned back to their computer and continued working, wary of irritating Gibbs, who sat simmering at his desk, occasionally banging on his computer keyboard in frustration. Nobody dared go up to him or seem to be inefficient while their team leader seemed to be dealing with whatever had dared to cross him that morning.
Finally, DiNozzo decided that getting Gibbs a coffee might buy the team some good will and make the day improve before he inevitably did something that earned him a head slap to end all head slaps. He grabbed his wallet, badge and gun, and hopped into the elevator before Gibbs could ask him where the hell he was going.
One floor down, the doors opened up and the team's forensic specialist, Abby Sciuto, stormed in. Her face was twisted in a scowl and she was muttering to herself, hands closed tightly into fists. Tony attempted a charming smile to try and cheer her up. "Hey, Abbs! How's my favorite scientist?" Abby whirled around, pigtails flying. "Oh, I'm just great! I just discovered that DC Police's forensic department head is a complete and utter jackass!" Taken aback, Tony asked, "What happened?" She scowled and looked forward once more, pressing the button for her floor with a hard jab. Tony winced: Abby was usually so upbeat and positive. This was bad!
"Stupid jerk lost the evidence I was waiting for them to send me. I was supposed to process it to prove that Chief Petty Officer McNeil had tampered with the weapon that killed Petty Office Zane. Now, a murderer could go free because that incompetent nincompoop can't keep track of one measly plastic bag! Gibbs is going to go ballistics!" she growled. Tony's eyebrows raised a second time. Abby was right: if Gibbs hadn't already been in a bad mood, that would surely have pushed him over the edge!
He was about to open his mouth to try and cheer her up when the elevator doors opened with a ding and he was on the ground floor. He had barely stepped out when, without even a goodbye, Abby jabbed the button to close the doors. Tony let out a low whistle. When she got to the basement, he predicted that she would sweep into her lab and blast her techno music endlessly until she calmed down. If Gibbs wasn't in such a bad mood himself, he would have called him and let him know the situation. Nobody calmed Abby down like their boss, who had a way of helping people wind down without saying a single word.
Tony walked out of the building with a quick step, headed to the nearest high end coffee shop. The sooner he could get Gibbs caffeinated, the sooner his boss could go see Abby and get everyone back on an even keel!
A.N. While I've been reading fan fiction for years, this is my first time writing one. Please be kind in your reviews.