Ok I know you are prolly gonna kill me for starting another story, but I am going though a Gibbs obsession and I cant help it!
Besides, it will distract you from the fact that I haven't update in a while. I have been stumped on it for a while and I really wish I could get Naruto on my TV but I don't get that channel. I need some Naurto
So anways, here is a Leroy Jethro Gibbs story with an OC
(I have noticed that I cant write Sasuke or Nauto with other character or OCs, they are soooo meant to be)
ENJOY
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Gibbs shifted his eyes towards the stairs to his basement. He forgot for a moment that he had decided to order a pizza for tonight. The older mans body didn't quiet feel like cooking nor did he have the desire to eat burnt food. His poor taste buds couldn't stomach another meal that tasted like charcoal flavored chalk.
"Its open!" He shouted just enough for the pizza boy to hear his stoic voice through the door.
Going back to casually sanding the skeleton structure of his boat, he heard the faint click of the door opening. Without even looking back he heard the pizza boy wandering around.
"Hello?" the voice called, which Gibbs picked up as a girl.
He smirked and turned slightly to face the doorway, "in the basement."
Turning back to his boat, Gibbs heard the quiet foot steps of the girl coming closer to the doorway. It was silent suddenly and Gibbs glanced at the reflection in his bottle of bourbon, the girl was just standing there.
Gibbs turned again to look at the girl at the top of his steps. "Today would be nice." he said.
The girl snapped out of her daze, her curly pale hair bounced in the hair tie as she strode down the wooded steps. Gibbs watched as she sat down the pizza box before walking over to the boat. A small smirk formed at the corner of the mans lips as the girl put a hand on the boat.
"This is beautiful," she whispered. Her small fingers ran along the curve of the boat. Her fingertips feeling the smooth wooden surface. "Such craftsman ship, the wood work is fabulous!"
Gibbs watched her again, a small smile gracing his lips. "Do you always touch things at peoples houses?" he joked.
The girl jerked her hand away from the boat, face flushed with red. "Im sorry sir," she paused, her fingers itching to touch the boat again. Gibbs fully smirked and went back to working his magic, the sound of a new voice in his basement was a nice feeling.
"I have always been a fan of boats. When I was around 15, my father had a boat. He would always take me out on it." Her sudden silence made Gibbs look up from sanding.
"Sorry, to much information," she smiled longingly at the boat, a memory of her father fresh in her mind. She stepped away from the skeleton before walking over to the pizza. "15.50."
Gibbs turned away from the boat once again and stood up. He walked over to the girl and was a least a good foot and a half taller. Even in the dim lighting, Gibbs could see her eyes shined a deep gray color. "Here you go," He smiled fishing out a 20 from his wallet. "Keep the change."
"No, I can get you chang-"
"Keep it, teenagers need money don't they?"
There was silence for a moment before the girl, who Gibbs noticed was closer than he had originally planned, busted into a cheeky laughter.
The Special Agent was taken back by the reaction, his eyebrows drawing together, "What is so funny?" he snapped.
After catching her breath, she put a hand on Gibbs' shoulder and sighed deeply, "Honey I am almost 31, but the thought was nice." Her mouth was spread from ear to ear.
Gibbs' eyebrows separated before his face twisted into a confused look, "You don't look 31." he complimented before walking over to his bottle of bourbon. He turned back around and lifted the bottle to his parted lips.
"Well thank you," she pocketed the money. "Now I can get Jethro that ball he w-"
She was interrupted by the older man chocking, the bourbon on his mouth spewing everywhere. After he coughed for a moment, he looked at the girl and noticed a few droplets on her cheeks.
"Are you alright!" she panicked, searching for a rag. She spotted one on a table and rushed over to grab it.
Once she wiped off her face, she handed the rag to the man who wiped off his mouth and shirt. "Thanks," he said quietly, his embarrassment was well hidden.
After he was wiped clean he tossed the rag behind him and setting down his bottle, no more incidents like that. "So who is this Jethro?" he asked, honestly terrified to ask.
"Oh, he is my Lion Head Bunny, she is all black," she paused and cupped her hands together, "About this size." She stopped to stare at the slightly scared look on the older mans face. "Is something wrong?"
"Nope, well you better get going, don't want to get in trouble." Jethro said turning to sit down, picking up the sander.
"Um, right." Gibbs could hear her foot steps, "hope to see you again...?"
"Gibbs."
"Lucy."
Gibbs smiled and waved her off and continued to smile till he heard the door click shut.
I hope you have enjoyed!
Thank you for reading loves!
