Author: NCISskittlesvampy
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or the charries. They are proprty of Donald P. Bellisario...I don't own the lyrics to the song...They are property of Rodney Atkins. I don't make money off of this...
rating: PG-13
Classification: Angst/Romance JIBBS (implied) Jony (established relationship), TIVA (Implied), GIVA (probable relationship)
Summary: Gibbs gets drunk...Ziva comes...things happen...
Author's note: this was a random file I found on my computer...I've been editing it lately...It is my first NCIS fic...lol
Feedback: Please...this is more than likely only going to be a one shot...unless you guys like it...
He was sitting at the bar, just thinking about her. He loved the way her red hair looked. He loved everything about her. Jennifer Shepard had his attention. Both of them were too stubborn to understand what they felt for the other. In all actuality, Jenny had moved on with DiNozzo. Jethro knew that he had lost the love of his life...forever. Jenny would no longer look at him with the affection of the past. That was how she looked at Tony.
He couldn't say he blamed her. Jethro had been the one to ignore her advances. He had just been to stubborn to acknowledge them. It had cost him everything he held dear.
Jethro looked around the secluded bar. The irony was, it had been right before Paris that he'd come here, last. Jethro sighed as he thought of Jenny. The annoying bell above the door rang. Jethro turned around and spotted a familiar head of long dark hair. The owner of said hair sat down next to him and smiled.
Ziva David was at the same bar trying to get Tony off of her mind. The Italian had given her every opportunity to tell him how she felt. The Israeli beauty had ignored him. Ziva now regretted it. She ordered a Scotch and looked at her boss.
"Hello Gibbs." Ziva said with a sad parody of a smile.
Gibbs watched as Ziva sipped her Scotch. He had already had three bourbons by the time Ziva had arrived.
"Hello Ziva." Gibbs said with a sad smile of his own.
"Are you lucky in love, sir?" Ziva said accidentally misquoting the American phrase.
"David, you mean unlucky in love. And yes." Gibbs said. Normally he wouldn't have let his feelings out in the open, but with Ziva he knew he could. He trusted the dark haired woman. She had killed her own brother to protect him. Gibbs sipped his bourbon. A song came on that he hadn't heard of. It was called "Wasted Whiskey." He looked at Ziva. "Wanna dance?" he asked in his gruff manner.
Ziva looked at Gibbs and nodded. The two stood up and walked to the dance floor. They danced to the song. Ziva looked up at Gibbs. His blue eyes shone with something. It was something she'd never expected to see directed at her, lust. The two danced and danced. On the last note of the song, Gibbs closed the distance between them and kissed her roughly. Ziva wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him.
Suddenly, the pair heard hoots and hollers from around the bar. They quickly jumped apart. Ziva blushed while Gibbs glared at the other people in the bar. Gibbs took in Ziva's appearance and smirked. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship...
The End
SONG THEY DANCED TO
I had every intention of getting hammered here tonight
I gave my truck keys to the bar keep
Said "Dave, don't you dare let me drive"
In the middle of this bottle
I drank my train of thought off track
So I've gotta stop drinking or start rethinking my reason for throwing them back
Cause it's just wasted whiskey trying to drink you off my mind
There ain't enough bourbon behind this bar
And I ain't got that kinda time
So I'm gonna stand while I can and raise my glass
Toast every time you kiss me
Cause drinking to forget about you
Is wasted whiskey
So here's to new beginnings and to the memories
And cheers to your mamma and daddy cause they were right about you and me
And here's to Millsap on the jukebox and to your new friends you've found
And here's to our joint account,
Master card cause I'm buying the whole house a round
Repeat chorus
It's just wasted whiskey trying to drink you off my mind
There ain't enough bourbon behind this bar
And I ain't got that kinda time
I'm gonna stand while I can and raise my glass
Toast every single time you ever kissed me
Cause drinking to forget about you
Is wasted whiskey
Drinking to forget about you
That's just wasted whiskey