first;

"She touches you and you light on fire. Your wrist blazes where her fingers meet your skin. The burns don't show, but it's hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. It's so hard to breathe. You're suffocating daily."


He can feel the anger boiling up inside him and he's about to give this bastard a good piece of his mind, when –

"Gibbs, come on," she tells him firmly. "Let's go."

It's then that he realises that she's grabbed his wrist and suddenly, he can feel a new kind of flames licking at his skin. Consumed by the fact that she hasn't taken her hand away yet, he blindly staggers after her, praying that she doesn't let go.

When she does, a few steps later, his wrist tingles because she touched him, she just touched him, and that thought starts to run in circles around his head.

He's unexpectedly quiet for the entire journey back to the Navy Yard but he doesn't even notice her surprise at this. He manages to bark out a few orders at DiNozzo and McGee when he gets back to find that they're both still sat there on their asses, yet when he sits down at his own desk to attempt to get some more work done and he just can't concentrate.

His anger at the suspect is justified as they scrape together enough evidence to arrest him, but he finds himself longing for her skin to brush his and a heavy ache starts to build up inside his chest when days pass and she hasn't touched him like that again.