Title: Was Ist Nicht, Kann Noch Werden
Author: Tearsofamiko
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I got a lot for Christmas, but not NCIS.
Spoilers: No, not really
Summary: "What is not can still be." German Proverb
A/N: This is a drabble that might end up as something more, like 'Dry Spell.' ^^ Even if it doesn't, I liked it too much to just leave it sitting on my hard drive.
She knows all the right buttons to push, all the right things to say to rile him. She does it deliberately. She always has.
Even as a probie, there was something about her. She was keen, caught things that everyone except him missed. And she thought things through quickly. She came to conclusions with a speed that just about took his breath away. But that wasn't the only thing that left him breathless.
He'd always had a thing for red hair. He knew where it started, knew who triggered it, but he hadn't been able to kick it. Maybe it was the spirit and fire that came with it. God knew, she had every bit of the flare he'd come to expect from red-heads. And he loved every bit of it. They'd set Paris on fire, unable to keep their hands off each other despite the case they were working. But it hadn't lasted.
She still has it, though, all the fire and verve he remembered. And she still remembered all his triggers. At times, it takes every bit of his self-control to stay in line. Sometimes, he almost hurts from the urge to touch her, to ignite the present by revisiting the past.
He didn't, though. He'd learned from his mistakes. But, damn, if he didn't want.
