And here's something to get us started. Something rather short. Warning: Jibbs ahead.
Heart Attack
Vance rubbed his head as he crossed the catwalk. SecNav had not been happy about the recent conclusion of a case involving Gibbs' team, leaving him to smooth over the ruffled feathers. Gibbs, of course, was nowhere to be seen during this, probably aware that he would be the sacrificial lamb.
Just before the meeting, he had ordered Cynthia to locate Gibbs and make sure he was in his office when he returned. At least he would be able to vent his current frustration on his errant agent now. A shouting match would improve his mood and make the day better. Perhaps Gibbs would even think twice before doing something so stupid again.
How exactly did someone shoot a Senator by accident anyway? Gibbs had undoubtedly known exactly who he had shot, and still proceeded regardless. The man had a rebellious streak in him that needed to be curbed, before he did something unforgivable.
He rubbed his head again as he passed into Cynthia's domain. The desk was empty, with no clue as to where its usual occupant might be. And there was a strange banging coming from his own office…
The pain in his head forgotten, he moved rapidly towards the door. Whoever was making that dreadful racket was going to pay for it. Seeing as Gibbs was supposed to be in there, it was not much of a leap for him to assume that Gibbs had something to do with this. And it was unlikely that his agent was putting up shelves at this hour, given their history.
He slammed the door open and opened his mouth to issue a rebuke –
But his words stuck in his throat. Gibbs was definitely in there, and so was someone else. Someone else who was supposed to be dead.
Gibbs had Jenny Shepard pressed up against the wall, their bodies closer than it should be possible. Their lips were fused together and it was obvious they had not noticed his intrusion.
Vance felt a tightening in his chest, as though a vice had gripped his heart. How had this happened? The redhead was supposed to have died in that diner! The pain in his chest continued to grow, deeper and deeper. He felt himself fall to the floor, his legs no longer able to support him. All the while, neither of the lovers noticed him, so wrapped up in each other.
His eyelids felt heavy and he let them droop closed. He felt his body hit the floor, and then nothing.
