ONESHOT
Gibbs stood in his basement sanding his boat and sipping his bourbon. He of course responded to the knock on his door, knowing it could only be one person.
When he opened it, it of course was Mike.
"Hey Probie," Mike said with a wave. "I'm coming in."
"You never did learn the words "Can I?"" Gibbs let him in by no choice of his own. "Did yah Mike?"
"You know me too well Probie," Mike sat down at Gibbs' dining room table. "Would it kill yah to get me a drink?"
Gibbs chuckled and handed Mike a beer.
"So," Gibbs asked him and sat down himself. "You going back to Mexico or not?"
Mike was hoping Gibbs wouldn't release the elephant in the room, but it was too late now.
"Yes," Mike smiled. "Of course I am, if you think I'd ever stay here then you've got another think coming!"
"What's so special about down there," Gibbs asked. "I mean I think of monsoons when I hear it."
Mike leaned over and turned on the radio near Gibbs' table, Jimmy Buffett started off soft and low.
"See," Mike pointed to the radio. "Even Jimmy knows what he's talking about, he knows Mexico is good as gold, why else would he sing about it?"
"Sure," Gibbs still found no good in the country. "Either way…"
"Come on Probie," Mike pleaded. "I mean I'll bet you if you spent one week there, you'd fall in love?"
"With a woman," Gibbs asked. "Or the country?"
"I should hope a woman," Mike laughed. "And yes of course I mean the country you stubborn ass!"
"You wanna bet?" Gibbs asked.
"Sure," Mike cranked up the volume on the radio. "But don't take my word for it?"
Jimmy Buffett sang loudly. Mike sat back and smiled. Gibbs took in every word of the song.
"You went once when you quit NCIS Probie," Mike said. "Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Of course I did," Gibbs sipped his beer. "But there was nothing to do after a while…"
"Nuthin to do," Mike shrieked with laughter and wheezed a little. "Why then and only then Probie is when you invent things to do!"
"Like what?" Gibbs inquired with a skeptical look.
"Watch the tourists," Mike suggested. "Get drunk, get a tan, find some red headed floozy in your case and screw her on the beach at sunset!"
"Easy for you to say Mike," Gibbs laughed. "All of those things sound like things you'd do!"
"Well excuse me Mr. Fancy Pants high end DC agent," Mike teased. "I didn't realize you lost your love of adventure?"
"My love of adventure Mike," Gibbs said. "Is what keeps me in my damn job!"
"Oh down in Mexico," Jimmy sang. "I've never really been but I'd sure like to go…"
"You liar," Gibbs chuckled. "Jimmy's singing like he's never been!"
"He had to have gone to gain inspiration dumbass," Mike laughed back. "Trust me!"
"Look at us," Gibbs said. "Fighting over a song…"
"We're a couple of adults…" Mike replied sarcastically with a laugh.
Mike then stood to leave, putting his beer back down and walking over to the door.
"Leaving already?" Gibbs asked.
"Got a flight to catch," Mike smirked. "Come with me next time Probie, it'll do yah some good."
"Goodbye Mike." Gibbs smirked.
"Hasta La Vista!" Mike said as he left.
Review and Such!
This seemed very Gibbsy and Mikeish for some reason, every time I hear "Mexico" by Jimmy Buffett I think of Mike Franks RIP :"(