Hi, I haven't written in a while, I've sort of lost my Jibbs muse so I hope writing this brings it back. This idea was given to me by my sister RUMad? So a big thanks to her.
I hope you guys like this story, it's a little AU but still has the ties to NCIS.
A Bitter Taste
Special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was beyond tiered, beyond stressed, his mind was beyond drained. All he wanted was his basement, the silence and solitude. To relax with his neglected boat, get into the constant rhythm of sanding the wood under his hands.
Instead he sat in the middle of the NCIS bullpen, even with the darkness of the night sky outside and the desk lamps as the only source of light, the bright orange walls still managed to give him a headache.
It had been one case after another, for almost a week and a half now. Started off with a mass serial killer case and then turned to loads of open and close, simpler cases all bunched together consecutively.
Gibbs ran a very tiered hand down his face in an effort to wake him up, it was late but they were waiting for Abby to come back with the blood analysis of their latest case. He looked around at his team, they'd been working just as hard as him or even harder than him, he just being the delegator and all.
Tony was passed out on his chair, leaning back as far as he could, with the latest issue of GSM magazine covering his face, snoring rather loudly. Tim was also fast asleep but he was leaning forward at an awkward angle so that his face was slumped into his keyboard, Gibbs was sure the keyboard would be imprinted on the young man's face when he woke. Meanwhile Ziva was lying on the floor behind her desk, snoring just as loudly as Tony, if not more.
The team leader got up out of his chair and walked over to Ziva, grabbing her coat off of the back of her chair and covering her with it, he always had a paternal instinct to the members of his team, each one had issues with their fathers, himself included, together they were their own family.
He then walked away from his team area to the long row of windows along one of the walls, looking out at the sky as it turned from night to the early hours of the next day, he lifted his hand to the window then pressed his forehead against the cold glass, letting it wake him up.
Closing his eyes Gibbs realised he hadn't had coffee for the last five hours and was in desperate need for a cup. Looking at the watch on his wrist he realised the time and how early in the morning it actually was, meaning his favourite coffee shop wouldn't be open and then he also remembered that the conference room was out of coffee.
With a sigh, the salt and pepper haired agent went back to his desk and pulled out, his gun, badge, car keys and phone from his draw and then turned his desk lamp off. Then headed to the elevator to search the streets of D.C for an open coffee shop.
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Half an hour later Gibbs was still driving around the mostly deserted streets of D.C, still looking for a coffee shop. Part of him wished he'd gone home but the coffee he had at home wasn't as good as shop bought, instant stuff always had a sort of bitter after taste.
At the end of his tether Gibbs turned down a road, he travelled down it and notice, one shop was still lit up, he pulled over to get a better look.
It was a quiet little coffee shop, inside he could just make out one or two people sitting at tables and then someone behind the counter, waiting for customers.
Gibbs got out of his car and walked into the shop, inside it was warm and a smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, he took a deep breath, letting the scent of coffee fill his vein's and waken him enough to order coffee.
"Can I help you?" Gibbs opened his eyes and looked over at the counter to see who had spoken to him.
The other side of the counter stood a tall, slim women, her hair was a fiery red in contrast to her pale skin and bright green eyes. He didn't fail to notice that she was very beautiful. "Are you okay?" the women asked, staring at the special agent intently.
Gibbs shook his head to bring him back to reality "I'm fine" he assured her with a small smile "Can I get a coffee?" he asked after a moment.
"Sure" the women nodded with a friendly smile "Would you like Jamaican blend, just in?" she asked him.
"That would be great" Gibbs said as he leant against the counter, he watched and admired her body as she moved around making the coffee for him, he loved how the business trousers she wore hugged her curves and the blue button up blouse lifted as she reached up.
Meanwhile the redhead was having a hard time remembering how to make a simple cup of coffee, due to the fact she could feel the man's eyes on her, his blue eyes, the bluest eyes she'd ever seen, not to mention the fact she found him very attractive.
The stinging pain in her hand brought her back to reality "Shit…" she cursed going to shake her hand in an attempt to soften the pain caused from the scolding heat against her skin.
"You okay?" Gibbs asked, his voice now full of concern.
"Yeah I'm fine" she cringed before turning to him as she put the top on his cardboard coffee cup "Here's your coffee, that'll be two dollars" she told him, he handed over the money, their fingers grazing lightly.
Gibbs stepped back with his coffee in his hand "Thanks…" he squinted at her name tag "Jenny" he smiled at her and she smiled back, he then turned around and walked out of the coffee shop.
Once outside he took a sip of the coffee, he grimaced at the taste, it was awful, he looked over his shoulder, through the window of the coffee shop and saw Jenny still standing behind the counter. The coffee may leave a bitter taste in his mouth but he'd be back to that coffee shop for a totally different reason.
TBC….
Hope people like this, please review it would mean a lot.
