It's my first time to write a pre-series. Please don't expect too much. I hope I captured what happened during their relationship in Paris.
Disclaimer: Still don't own NCIS...
Paris '99
The blistering sun was up. He pulled off the rental outside the residence that they had been occupying for the last six weeks. He killed the engine and he was surprised that he hadn't heard any blaring shouts or threats coming from the inside. He thought they might still be sleeping after the high pitched screams and curses from the commotion last night and that made him walk out of the house and sleep in a nice cozy hotel room. He grasped the knob and turned it. He glanced at the garments on the floor. Clearly, they woke up and might have done it again this time. He sighed deeply. He was about to leave when he heard the voice coming from the bottom of the staircase.
"Duck…" The voice was low, rusty and followed by a heavy breathing.
He looked at the man who owned that voice. "Jethro, I thought you two might need some … uh… alone time again." He wasn't sure if he put the right words together. But his friend didn't budge.
Jethro was slumped on the second step of the stairs and looked slightly disoriented. His arms rested on his parted legs. The eyes that matched the sky turned into a dark shade of navy blue. He focused his stare at the man who just walked in.
He had seen that look before. He exhaled deeply."What did she do this time?" He didn't get an answer, just a blank look on his friend's face. He hung his fedora hat and dark brown coat at the rack. He decided it was not going to be a small talk and he just walked in the aftermath. "That bad, Jethro?" he guessed.
He gave a nod as an answer. "She almost burned up the house." His voice was slightly irritated.
He didn't try to look surprised. He had heard that before when she tried to have a candlelight dinner with Jethro. Well, of course after some heated discussion it turned up pretty well. He didn't know if he should push him harder for information or not, knowing this was Jethro he was speaking to.
Another deep breathe escaped from him. He gave his friend a fixed stare. "Did you teach her how to make some tea?"
His brows deepened. Why would that be relevant about burning the house? He asked himself. But this time he received a glare. He doesn't want to face an impatient Jethro. "I reckoned I haven't yet," he answered truthfully and then he remembered the thing that happened two days ago. "but she was watching me two days ago how to prepare one." He saw the agent move a little. "May I ask the relevance of making tea to burning the house?"
"She forgot that she was boiling the water." He snapped.
His eyebrows arched. For a very cautious special agent, Jennifer seems to leave that certain trait when she was in the kitchen. He can't help but put a smirk on his face.
"I heard you," her voice was lingering upstairs. She showed up a few seconds later and was descending from the stairs. She stopped at the third step and eying Jethro's back. She faced the M.E. "I take it that he has been telling you some lies." She sounded aggravated. Her fingers fell on the banister.
He stood up in a millisecond and glared at those forest green eyes. "You almost burned the house, Jen!"
She rolled her eyes. "But I didn't!"
"You forgot that you're boiling the water!"
"You won't let me get out of your bed!"
"Well you should've told me!"
"Did you want me to stop you from..." she noticed Ducky's presence and decided it was best for him not to know what Jethro was doing at that time.
He stopped for a second and just glared at her. He walked past her. He glanced down to their friend who witnessed the exchange of words. "Just teach her everything about the kitchen."
Yeah.. I kind of left the water boiling the other day and it inspired me...