Summary: Disney meets NCIS. We have humour, we have romance, we have friendship, we have fluff. We have very little angst, for a change. And hopefully, we'll have fun, too!

Disclaimer: I own nothing recognisable as belonging to Bellasario and/or Walt Disney. And/or Warner Bros. Since I fail at sticking to Disney. Whoops.

A/N: Cough. I know I shouldn't start MORE fics until the ones I've already started are done, but I can't seem to help it! And this one is not – I repeat, not – going to be a priority. I just want to be able to go off and write something FUN every so often. And what's more fun than Disney? A couple of these won't actually be Disney songs, but they'll be from animated kids' movies nonetheless, and I'll say when that's the case. These will all be oneshots and follow no order whatsoever except that they'll follow the order the ideas come to me.

Just to stress – this is something not to be taken too seriously, and I have no intention of promising updates at any specific times, or anything of the sort. There won't be any use in asking for updates because I just don't have the energy for this to turn into another fic that I feel pressured to update more often or more quickly than I can. It's there for fun – both mine and yours, and so I hope you can just enjoy reading it and let me enjoy writing it, as and when it comes along. Thanks :)

This first one is Jibbs – but I promise, there will be a wide mixture of things in here as well!! And this one goes to a'serene – you know why, and I appreciate it! Enjoy :)

Something There
From Disney's Beauty And The Beast

Belle:
There's something sweet, and almost kind
But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
And now he's dear
And so I'm sure
I wonder why I didn't see it there before

Beast:
She glanced this way, I thought I saw
And when we touched she didn't shudder at my paw
No, it can't be
I'll just ignore
But then she's never looked at me that way before

Belle:
New, and a bit alarming
Who'd have ever thought that this could be?
True, that he's no Prince Charming
But there's something in him that I simply didn't see

Others:
Well who'd have thought?
Well bless my soul
Well who'd have known?
Well who indeed?
And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?
It's so peculiar

We'll wait and see, a few days more
There may be something there that wasn't there before
You know, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before
There may be something there that wasn't there before

Jenny Shepard frowned in the direction of the currently unoccupied desk that belonged to her boss. She was never in before Gibbs. Never. Well, except for that one time when all of the baristas in DC had gone on strike and he had had to wait over an hour for his coffee in the morning. She let out an involuntary shudder at the memory. That had not been a good day for Jenny or Stan. Decker had actually dared to stand up to him, but Lord knew why. All it had won them was an extra three hours' work for impertinence. Jenny glowered to herself now. Will could be a real pain sometimes.

She sat up slightly straighter as she saw the elevator doors slide open and the man himself exit, not sporting his usual glare, and bearing not one, but two cups of freshly brewed Jamaican blend from his 'place' around the corner. She swallowed slightly. Two cups of coffee in one go? That had to mean trouble in the world according to Gibbs, although she hadn't yet been a resident for long enough to know whether this was World War Three or just a mild earthquake. She then felt her eyes practically pop out of her head when he stopped in front of her desk and held one of the Styrofoam cups out to her.

"What's this?" she asked suspiciously, reaching hesitantly towards it. He quirked an eyebrow down at her.

"Coffee," he said plainly, as she continued to scrutinise him.

"Why?" she asked doubtfully.

"You want it or not, Shepard?" he asked exasperatedly, and she shrugged.

"Sure," she said, seeming convinced that he hadn't poisoned the drink. She grasped it in her hand, her fingers brushing against his as he passed the cup to her, and for just a moment she could swear she saw something flash in his eyes. Before she had time to contemplate it, however, it was gone; his features schooled back into their usual closed expression, and he was turning away from her, shrugging off his trademark trench coat and settling himself behind his desk for another long, boring day of paperwork. She watched him thoughtfully for a few moments until he glanced up, catching her in the act. She ducked her head in embarrassment, but not before noting the smile that was tugging at the corners of his lips.

This wasn't normal, she thought to herself, shaking her head bewilderedly as she sipped on the perfectly-brewed coffee he had brought to her. Gibbs didn't bring coffee; didn't wait to actually ask if you wanted it; didn't smile. She thought the smiling was confusing her more than anything else. And yet … it wasn't the first time lately he had been smiling for no apparent reason, she realised in retrospect. He had been slowly but surely relaxing around the team; around her. For the life of her she couldn't think why. It could have been that he was getting used to being single again; having finally settle on Diane's idea of a 'compromise,' which, from what Jenny could gather, entailed her giving up her notion of taking his house, but draining him of pretty much everything else they had ever shared. She certainly sounded like a charming woman. Jenny had a few choice words she'd love to share with her, should they ever happen to meet. And it made sense that Gibbs was feeling more relaxed now that his divorce was through and he was free from her. But this seemed like something more than that. It wasn't just calmer, it was … nicer? It was very, very strange, whatever it was.

Gibbs knew he had failed miserably at concealing his smile, but decided it was worth it, if only to see the charming blush creep across her cheeks, clashing horribly with her hair and yet somehow managing to look endearing. And he had caught her staring at him, which was an added bonus, as far as he was concerned. Since before his divorce had gone through – ah, hell, who was he trying to kid? Since the day she had started working with him – he had found himself inexplicably drawn to Jenny Shepard. Well, maybe not totally inexplicably. She did have red hair. Soulful green eyes. Long, shapely legs. Perfectly pouted lips … He shook himself, mentally noting to give himself a head slap for good measure once he was alone.

But being married, he never, ever would have acted on his desires. And she was a colleague – a subordinate, come to that. He still should really be thinking about acting on his impulses. But he was. And Jenny seemed to have warmed to him, ever since … well, ever since he had started treating her like a human being, he supposed. He had been trying to do the occasional nice thing, just to see how she would take it. She had been rightly suspicious when he had brought her coffee, he figured. She probably didn't trust him not to have spiked it, or worse. She probably had a fair point, actually. But he wouldn't do that. Well, he would, but not to her. And he hadn't even had to convince her, not really. She had looked at him like he was crazy – something that he was beginning to think himself, if he were honest – but she had accepted the drink nonetheless. And he didn't think he was the only one who had felt the shock go through him when their fingers brushed.

And now he had found her watching him, and not just suspiciously. More like … curiously. Interestedly. Possibly something more. He wasn't quite sure. It wasn't an expression he thought he had ever seen on her face before, and though he would never admit it aloud, it filled him with something that he almost dared to call … hope. And that scared him. That scared him quite a bit, actually.

Jenny smothered a grin and took a large gulp of her surprise coffee. She could practically see the wheels turning in her boss' head. And she definitely had not imagined the way he had been looking at her when he thought she didn't see him from the corner of her eye. Oh, she'd seen him, all right. She'd seen the way his eyes – almost subconsciously, it appeared – had traversed her body and the smirk that had crossed his face as he blatantly checked her out. If it were anyone else, she'd have shot them already. But Gibbs … she didn't know how to explain it. She supposed she had discovered that she didn't mind when Gibbs checked her out. In fact she rather liked it. She half-laughed to herself. This was certainly an interesting development. She snuck another glance in his direction and found him watching her again, ducking his head once he realised he had been seen. She bit her lip and raised her coffee cup to her lips again, taking the chance to look him up and down. Two could play at that game. And she would bet good money that she could get him to break first.

William Decker came up behind his partner, leaning on the railings outside MTAC and looking down at their boss and third team member. Stan Burley turned to him, a wicked grin on his face, and Will rolled his eyes.

"What are you up to, Burley?"

"I got fifty bucks says they're sleeping together by the end of the month," Stan smirked. Decker raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking down to the bullpen again.

"Gibbs and Shepard?" he clarified, and Stan nodded. "Seriously?"

"I'm telling you – look at them!" Decker did look, closely. He saw Gibbs eyeing Jenny with a strange look on his face, and then looking quickly away as soon as she looked up. Shepard smirked broadly and lowered her eyes back to the report on her desk. A moment later her gaze flicked back upwards and then down again. He felt a small smirk crossing his own face as he glanced to the side, catching Burley's eye.

"Put me down for twenty-five on the end of next week."

A/N: Yeah … I can't explain it, haha. Like I said, it's something fun for me to do, and I enjoyed writing something that was relatively plotless and a bit fluffy for a change. I find I always end up doing angst or really complicated stuff, so this is a breath of fresh air for me. I hope you enjoyed it – and as I said, I haven't got any definitive plans about this series AT ALL. I'll just write it when I feel like doing something easy, haha. But I hope you enjoy the silliness nonetheless!

Alison xx