AUTHOR'S NOTE - To start off, be warned. This is probably the crackiest crack!fic you've ever read. And it is by no means the best thing I've ever written. Don't hold that against me. I had to start from somewhere, and this seamed as good a start as any. I'm struggling with my muse...
This is a companion piece to MarciaRebafan's Mad World. If you haven't read it yet, go do it now. It's awesome.
DEDICATED TO - Aforementioned MarziaRebafan. You know who is smiling at you, M. .)
DISCLAIMER - I own Jethro, the laptop and Gibbs, the kitten. That's about it.
MADDER WORLD
Gibbs cracked his eye open and checked the time. Ten fifty-one. He couldn't help but smirk. When was the last time he was in bed – asleep – before midnight? The sound coming from downstairs reminded him why he was awake in the first place.
Glancing at the sleeping body next to him, Gibbs hastily put his earlier discarded T-shit on and debated for a second whether or not to take his gun. However, the quiet voice calling out his name told him there would be no need for it.
Quietly descending the stairs, he came to a halt right in front of his former lover, current boss, Jenny Shepard.
"You're not in your basement," – Jenny said, an incredulous look on her face.
"That power of observation what got you so far?" – Gibbs smirked.
"But you're always in your basement."
"Something I can do for you, Jen?"
Jenny looked at him for a second or two, taking in his dishevelled hair and the upside-down T-shirt, before it dawned on her.
"You have someone over."
"Can I do something for you, Director?"
His voice was enough for Jenny to focus back on the reason for her late night visit.
"Um, yeah, yeah. I, uh-"
"Is the fact that I have someone over so shocking, you can't speak any more?" – Gibbs was trying hard to suppress the smile.
Finally, Jenny smiled at him.
"Sorry, I just – I didn't expect it, that's all. I just wanted to warn you one more time that you better show up to the award ceremony tomorrow morning, or you don't have to show up at all."
"That a threat, Jen?"
"I like to think of it as a warning, Jethro."
"You could've warned me over the phone, Director. No need for a house visit. Or were you hoping for something more?"
Just as Jenny was about to retort to his smart-ass comment, a shuffle was heard on the top of the stairs.
"Jethro?" – A very British voice called out. A very British, male voice.
Jenny's eyes widened, her mouth agape, while Gibbs's face paled considerably.
"Jethro?" – Jenny said quietly.
Gibbs could only shake his head minutely before the man belonging to the voice came to a halt before them.
Jenny finally tore her eyes from Gibbs's long enough to take a good look at Gibbs's partner.
"Kort?" – It wasn't hard to detect shock in Jenny's voice as she looked at Trent Kort's bare chest and sleep-infused eyes, her own even wider than before.
Heavy silence filled the air around the three people for a long while – Jenny's eyes shifting wildly between the two men, who kept staring at their feet.
Finally, the CIA agent spoke.
"Well, this is awkward..."
- THE END -