A/N: Hey! This has nothing to do with my current prompt project I simply dug this out of the files and decided to give it a bit of a revamping. Let me know what you think.
Rating: K-K+
Pairing: Kibbs
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were wouldn't I be working on a script instead of fan fiction?
Timeline: it's not important but after the non existing Twilight.
Changes
OPOV
She was pretty in an odd way. I had seen her years before at the secret service, that time I had been brought in for "disruption of an ongoing criminal investigation". I remembered her perfectly. She had stood beside the interviewer then; that was not her status now. Her hair had been long and sharply straightened almost punkish, she had looked sharp.
I remembered the tailored suit she had worn. It was black, plain, and boring. A black shirt had been worn underneath. Her make up had been spotless, and there had been a visible Sig Sauer on her hip though I had doubted, at the time, that it had ever been fired. She was one of the trainees that were hand picked to protect the president.
I had heard a couple red headed women discussing it in the hall. I didn't remember them that clearly. I know one was a layer and one was visiting for lunch I think they were planning to go golfing. But that brunette - she stuck in my mind, she would stick in anyone's mind.
The pretty brunette no longer looks sharp she looks tired worn out. Her hair is slightly curled but it looks like her hands have constantly run through it putting it into a sexy state of disarray. The dark circles under her eyes look permanent. Her NCIS windbreaker paired with halter top evening gown remind me of a child playing dress up, her heels lay wasted in the corner.
I try to listen to her but I'm losing it fast; whatever that looser handed me wasn't just Advil. I am trying to come up with a decent lie to answer her question with when I get up and push the table over. The coffee she desperately held just seconds before, spills to the floor to mix with the previous stains and the manila folder joins it.
I feel like I am watching the scene unfold in front of my eyes. I see myself get up and throw a chair at her head. I see it hit my intended target, and the brunette falls to the ground. I see the gray headed man storm in and yell for the medics as the Italian leads me out.
I absently wonder why she switched jobs but when I see the older silver haired hunk give her a kiss, and cradle her against his chest, I realize why.
A/N: What do you think? Do you want a sequel piece? Let me know?