A/N – This story is based on Jason Michael Carroll's song – Where I'm from, it got me thinking about Gibbs and this is the story I came up with. I've tried to keep it as close as possible to both the song and NCIS, however sorry about any discrepancies - Please read and review
NB – I don't own anything to do with NCIS or the song Where I'm from.
"I'm sorry we seemed to have double booked your seat, though we can move you up to first class if that's ok?" the check in assistant had said to the weary looking traveller in front of her. Of course there was no problem, it's not often a country boy gets a chance to sit up in first class with the Armani suited big shots mused Jason as he settled into his seat up at the front of the plane. To his left sat a quiet stone faced man, whose gray hair spoke of wisdom rather than discrepancy a fact confirmed by the pistol and badge strapped to his belt. This man certainly wasn't going to let time catch up with him anytime soon, that was one thing for clear.
Though in reality there were only a few centimetres between them physically, his companion certainly seemed to be a lot further away from the jean wearing cowboy next to him. "I wonder what's troubling him" thought Jason, as he settled down for the three hour flight between Memphis and LA. His thoughts were disrupted by the blonde haired stewardess, who now stood next to him,
"Can I get you anything sir?" she asked smiling sweetly as she did so. Before he could ask for a cold one, a voice answered from his side
"We'll have two beers please"
By the look on the stewardess's face the order hadn't only taken him by surprise,
"Certainly sir" she managed before composing herself and pulling two bottles from the trolley and handing them to the two travellers. Turning in his Jason once again looked at the figure sitting next to him, who with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face looked like your grandfather rather than a cop.
"You know the drinks up here are free" he said "so if you want this one is one me",
"Uhm thanks" was about all Jason could managed, as he observed his companion who up to a few minutes ago had being doing a extremely good impression of a stone wall and now was getting in the first round of drinks. Obviously he taken a liking to the cowboy next to him then, thought before downing some of his own beer.
"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier" he said with a twinkle in his eye, obviously thoroughly enjoying ruffling a few feathers "the names Gibbs, Jethro Gibbs. But call me Gibbs"
"Nah its fine" Jason replied "You obviously had a lot on your mind, I'm Jason" with that they clinked bottles, for some reason that seemed much more appropriate than shaking hands. With introductions out the way Gibbs seemed a lot less frightening than he had at take off,
"I've got a through things on my mind, I'm coming back from business in New York and Rome that's all" pausing he looked Jason straight in the eye "enough of me, tell me something where do you come from?"
Jason couldn't but laugh, he'd been sitting next to this guy for half an hour and he wanted to know where he was from this guy was obviously a cop. Even off duty he couldn't resist poking around in other people's affairs.
"I know cops aren't good at small talk, but heck that's upfront though, I'll tell you where I'm from" Jason said in between sips of his beer.
"Wooo wait a minute, who said anything about cops" Gibbs asked a puzzled looking running across his face.
"Eeer the fact you've got a gun on board a plane, plus the badge is a bit of a giveaway too" said Jason, he was enjoying himself ruffling some feathers of his own. Though the feeling didn't last long as he noticed the smile that slow broke out across Gibbs' face.
"Well well, Mr Sharp eyes" smirked Gibbs, "close but no cigar I'm afraid"
"Oh really" now that puzzled Jason to his knowledge only cops could carry guns when flying, who was this guy?
"Nope I'm from NCIS, Naval Criminal Investigation Service" came the reply "Just think of us as the navy's own CSI"
Jason smiled back politely, not really understanding what was being said to him. All he knew was horses and faming, that's what he knew and that's what he was sticking to.
"So now I've answered your question, you still need to answer mine" prompted Gibbs, he was beginning to enjoy himself. Maybe this flight wouldn't be that boring after all.
A/N – Sorry it's a bit slow paced, I'll try to speed things up in the next chapter. Some help writing Gibbs would be appreciated; he's pretty hard to write.