Je ne NCIS propre!
I walked out of the elevator humming to myself. I was humming Kiss The Girl by Ashley Tisdale. When I stepped out humming I could tell Boss was trying not to laugh. I was right on time for the
first day of the job.
I would look more professional if I wasn't humming that song. Wow. I am so pathetic. I stopped humming when I watched him stare at my shoes.
"Something wrong with my shoes?" I asked.
"Your wearing high heels." He replied back gruffly. "Am I working in the field today Boss?", or more importantly, girls can run fast in high heels." I replied back with a grin on my face. He just glared at me. "Am I working in the field today?" I repeated. "No." He said, still glaring.
"Then if I am not going to be running, which I can run fast in high heels anyway, why does it matter?" I shot back. He groaned and handed me a file.
"Go to your desk and get to work." Gibbs gave in. He went to his desk and I followed him. "Why are you following me?" He shot when we were half way to his desk.
"My desk is directly across from yours." I smiled as he groaned. My heels clicked as I walked. When he sat down he glared at the spot where my heels were hidden behind my desk.
One paper slid off my desk and landed about ten feet away from me. I got up and started walking over to it. click click click clickclick click click click clickclick My heels clicking again as I walked. Gibbs once again glared at my heels as I walked back with the paper.
I smiled. After I am done with him, he will only hear the clicking of my high heels. I smiled at that thought.
"Never tell a girl not to wear high heels Agent Gibbs. Never." The director said, coming down the stairs.
"I agree." I said, looking at the file.
"Information is wrong." I said, slamming the file down on his desk.
"How?" He asked, looking down at the file.
"Girls twist their ankles in heels. Not break their foot." I smirked. Click click click clickclick click click click clickclick. I smiled.
"Stupid heels." Gibbs muttered.
"Did I mention I own 3 pairs on shoes that are not heels," I smiled watching his face light up.
"Really?" He smiled.
"Yep. They're flipflops." I laughed as he groaned.
I smiled. I will LOVE this job.