Small Hours
When Gibbs stepped into the bullpen, Kate was already sitting at her desk and tapping expertly at the keys. She made a conscious decision not to look up, even when he stormed toward his own desk, and the strong, bitter smell of his coffee filled her nostrils as he passed.
She, on the other hand, had skipped her morning coffee; the heated images of the previous night enough to keep her awake for days. She could feel his eyes burning into her, and they didn't leave her until he stood to grab his gun, and badge from his desk drawer.
"Where're we going, boss?" Tony asked, on the edge of his seat.
"Theme Park. A Marine was found on the track of a rollercoaster." He tossed the keys to Tony, "call Ducky."
"On it." Kate picked up her phone, only for Gibbs to tear it from her hand and slam it back down.
"Did I say you, Agent Todd?"
She gave him her usual fiery glare, following him. He took the elevator, holding the doors open for her.
She took the stairs.
By the time she'd made it to the truck Tony was already in the driver's seat, meaning she had no choice but to sit next to Gibbs.
Of course it was awkward, and Tony's awful driving, and terrible jokes wasn't enough to cut the tension between the two of them. Kate focused her eyes on the road ahead, unable to ignore how her skin burned under his touch when his fingers grazed the side of her knee.
As soon as they pulled up, parking the truck, they could hear Ducky's raised voice through the closed windows.
Gibbs jumped out, "what's the problem, Duck?"
"It is quite evident that the body has been moved, now surely not all of you can be as incompetent as-"
"Who moved the body?" Gibbs interjected.
"No one, it was like that when I got here." The skinny, nerdy looking boy defended.
"What time did you get in?"
"8am, sir."
"Anyone here before you?"
"Just the maintenance guy, George, he comes in early to check that all the rides are working in perfect order."
"This George have an address?"
He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a card, "here's his business card, his address is on there."
"Tony, photos, bag anything you find."
"On it."
"Kate. With me. We're going to pay this George a little visit."
Kate grumbled under her breath, slamming the truck door with a little more force than was necessary when she climbed into the passenger seat.
As they drove, it stayed silent. Gibbs stole glances at her, but she never looked his way. She just shifted awkwardly in her seat, her skirt rising up as she crossed one leg over the other. He gulped, fixing his eyes back on the road for the 10th time and willed himself to stop thinking about the previous night.
Of course, that was until he felt Kate's hand on his knee, running her fingers up his thigh, higher and higher. When they reached a stop light, Gibbs attempted to glare over at her, when he did he was glad he was sitting down because what we saw made his knees weak. Her eyes were dark, and she wore a mischievous, slightly sheepish, smirk as her hand climbed higher.
"Agent Todd." He scolded through gritted teeth, fixing his eyes back on the road ahead.
She rubbed his crotch with two firm, slow movements. "Yes, Agent Gibbs?"
"It's Special Agent Gibbs to you." He barked, his brain ignoring her actions, but he grew hard against her hand.
"Really? Is that what you like to be called?" Agonisingly, she tugged down the zipper on his pants, the sharp movements making the material rub against him.
He sucked in a breath, "Kate, we're on our way to question a suspect. If you wanted this today, you shouldn't have left."
She narrowed her eyes, "you want me to stop?"
He thought for a moment, and ever so slightly shook his head, still not looking toward her.
She grinned wickedly, popping open the button and pushing away his boxers enough to make his cock, embarrassingly enough, spring out. She bent down, a little awkwardly as her seatbelt acted to pull her back, but she leaned down enough to kiss the tip lightly. She gazed up at him through her lashes, how he gulped, and forced himself to keep his eyes open, and on the road.
She ran the tip of her tongue in soft circles, and he let out a shallow, shaky exhale.
His reactions to her touch, caused his foot to slam the breaks, bucking involuntarily and asking for more. The action caused her to jerk forward and he popped gently out of her mouth.
"Careful!" She scolded.
"Katie… let me pull over before I crash the damn car."
She waited for him to do so. He chose to park in a secluded spot which he knew relatively well from many stake outs around the area. After he did, he lunged toward her, cupping her face, and kissing her with as much force as he could, groaning into the kiss and bucking against her hand.
When they pulled away, Kate's lips were plump, with a subtle redness that was evident that he had sank his teeth into her bottom lip and tugged on it lightly.
She ducked her head down again but he stopped her. "Kate I'm-" he knew there was no way to this that didn't make the whole situation seem cheap. "I want to be inside you."
She laughed lightly. "Well, unless you keep condoms in your car. You're out of luck."
He groaned, she was right. God, he hated when she was right.
She patted his knee, a laugh caught in her throat. "Later." It was a promise he hoped she'd keep.
She unbuckled her seatbelt, reaching over him, pulling the leaver on the side of the chair and sliding it back as far as it would go. She moved from her chair, to kneel between his legs in front of the car seat, cramp and slightly uncomfortable, but something about the thrill turned them both on.
She moved her hand from the base to the top, and again, her movements light and, had him bucking in her hand. She grinned up at him and took him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, before taking him in a little deeper.
Gibbs took in a sharp breath, and gulped. He glanced down at how delicate she looked between his legs, her eyes glistening ever so slightly as she toyed with her own gag reflexes.
Kate ran her tongue along the underside, from the very base to the very tip, agonisingly slow. Her tongue flattened against him, she reached the top and took him in her mouth again, sucking with more force this time.
His hand instinctively went to her head, not controlling, but pushing her hair from her face, gathering it in his hand and holding it gently against her head. He felt like he was going to explode at any moment, and yet he couldn't help but just… look at her.
When she grazed her teeth against sensitive skin his head slammed back into the headrest and his eyes clamped shut. His body shuddered against her touch as he came undone inside her mouth, mumbling a blur of "fuck" and "Katie."
She swallowed, and then released him with a sloppy pop, and used her fingers to clean the corners of her mouth.
He opened his eyes, they were filmed over and dazed, but he cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb over it. It would have been a sweet moment if she hadn't just given him a blow job in the car whilst parked in a secluded spot. He helped her up with a hand in her arm, and she climbed over him and back into her seat, buckling up and looking over to him.
"Give me a minute." He closed his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing.
"Not as young as you used to be?" She teased.
He glared at her from the side of his eye, then adjusted himself back in his pants, as comfortably as he could, and slid his chair forward again. He buckled up, switched on the engine, and started to drive.
They arrived at the suspect's house a while later, and their antics were the only thing that made the journey worthwhile when they found an empty, run down house that clearly hadn't been used for some time. Overgrown hedges, no framed photos, no computer, cell phone, not even a bed.
"Gibbs." He barked down the phone.
"Hey boss, any luck?
"Nope. Place was empty, has been for a while."
"Oh-kay, see you in a bit boss. I'm digging through George's records now."
"Good." And with that he snapped his phone shut.
Kate laughed lightly to herself, "you know, you really need to learn some better manners Gibbs."
"What about leaving someone's house the morning after sleeping with them without a glance back. How's that for good manners?"
Her mouth hung open, glaring at him at first, and then averting her gaze elsewhere, fiddling with the strap on her watch.
The tension in the air stayed thick all the way back to the bullpen. Stepping into the elevator, Gibbs flicked the emergency stop, and closed in on Kate, effectively pinning her to the wall.
She gulped, looking up at him through her lashes.
He quirked an eyebrow, and dipped his head to kiss down her neck, biting at it gently. He found her pulse point, poking his tongue out and swirling it in a small circle, using his hands to hitch her skirt up higher. He waited for a protest that never came, instead, she parted her legs a little, shifting her weight more comfortably, and arching toward him when his fingers slipped into her panties, finding her already hot, and slick.
"Damn it, Gibbs, we don't have time for you to tease." She snapped at him, breathlessly, as she felt his finger slide easily over her clit, applying little, to no, pressure.
He smirked, loving the way her breathing changed as soon as he touched her. He kissed back up her neck, over her jaw, and finally, to look into her eyes. He found them dark, mirroring his, and watched her slam them shut when he pushed his index finger inside her slowly. He fucked her slowly with one finger, and then another, the palm of his hand rolling against her clit with every slight movement. She gasped, bucking against him, her head falling backward against the wall.
He twisted his fingers, raising them to make a come hither motion. One. Twice. Three times. Adding a little more pressure each time he did. As much as Kate tried to fight it, a mewl escaped her throat, and she shivered as her orgasm built and her stomach became tighter.
Then he kissed her. He kissed her hard. Pushing her further into the wall, she bucked against his hand, searching for more. Her needy whimpers muffled by his tongue slipping across hers. She ground her hips into his hand, clutching at his arm and digging in her nails. The movement was just enough to push her over the edge and she came undone.
"Gibbs-" She gasped, but he swallowed it in a deeper kiss, and bit at her bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it.
Slowly, he stilled his movements, pulling his lips away from hers only when he was sure she'd stopped whimpering. He looked at her flushed cheeks with a smirk and removed his fingers, earning a disappointed whimper.
He took a step backward, and caught her eyes as he cleaned her from his fingers with his tongue. He looked irresistible, and his breath hitched as he tasted her from his fingers. Salty, savoury, and damn right delicious. He made a promise with himself to taste her properly one day. The mere thought almost made him kneel down and carry out the task right then, but he decided against it, knowing that he'd want to do it properly, and preferably in his bed, with her legs hooked over his shoulder.
He groaned at the mental image, and flipped the switch again. The elevator lit up, coming to life again, giving Kate only a few seconds to make herself look like she hadn't just fucked her boss' hand in the elevator. He walked out with a satisfied smirk, leaving her breathless, and a little dazed.
She decided against following him into the bullpen, sure she wouldn't be able to look at him without her cheeks flaring a bright crimson, and needing a few more minutes to compose herself. Instead, she hit the button that would take her to the lab. Using the short time she had, she smoothed out the crinkles from her skirt, clearing her throat, she stepped out and entered the lab.
"Hey, Kate!" Abby chimed, swivelling around on her chair.
She arched an eyebrow, "how'd you know it was me?" She swallowed, suddenly conscious about how out of breath she sounded.
"Gibbs said you were coming." Abby shrugged, turning back to her computer.
"Gibbs said what?" She yelped, a considerable amount higher than her usual tone.
Abby frowned, and swung round to look at her again, her eyebrow arched. "That you were coming to see what I found on the Marine's clothes."
"Oh." She clamped her lips together.
Abby stood, "what's got you all jumpy Kate?"
She laughed nervously, "nothing Abby, I'm just- Sorry. So, what've you got?"
"Nuh-uh, not until you tell me what's going on." Abby crossed her arms, grinning.
"Abby, nothing is going on. Come on, tell me what you've got." She marched over to the table where the Marine's clothes were laid out. She leaned over to inspect it. "This here, looks like oil?"
"Oh my god! You got lucky last night!"
"Abby!" She shrieked. "I most certainly did not 'get lucky' last night."
"Oh come on, Kate, you think I was born yesterday? I know teeth marks and a hickey when I see one." Abby laughed, moving Kate's collar out of the way to see it better. Kate swatted away Abby's hand, but didn't bother to deny it.
"Kate's got a hickey?" Came an amused voice from behind her.
Kate rolled her eyes. "Great, now DiNozzo knows."
"DiNozzo knows what?" Gibbs grumbled, storming into the lab, and settling a fair distance from Kate.
"Kate's got a hickey." Tony said in a sing-song voice.
Gibbs cleared his throat nervously. "What've got Abs?" He strode over to her, whacking Tony, who was still teasing Kate, round the head as he passed.
"The grease found on his shirt was fat, from like deep fryer, a fast food place. Which matches what Ducky found in his stomach, fries, big mac, and a whole load of Coca Cola."
"That why you called us all down here, Abs?" He muttered.
"You know I'm not finished, Gibbs! I found a print on his wallet, I ran it and guess who it's matches?"
"Abby, I'm not in the mood."
"Always so grumpy, Gibbs." She shook her head, and tapped at the keys on her computer. "George Brendan, the maintenance guy. You've just come from there right?"
Gibbs sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah. It was a dead end, Abby."
She shrugged, "sorry Gibbs… Good luck finding him."
"According to the FBI, the trail went cold a few weeks back." Tony added.
"And when the hell did you speak to the FBI, DiNozzo?"
"Not me, Boss, McGee. He's on the phone to them now."
Gibbs rolled his eyes, "Good work Abby, let me know if you get anything else."
Kate and Tony followed Gibbs as he stormed to the elevator.
"So, a hickey huh, Kate?" Tony teased, earning an elbow in the ribs from Kate.
Kate and Gibbs didn't speak for the rest of the day. Nor did they even look in the direction of the other. The case was so slow it almost hit a stop, but Gibbs' gut was still churning and he wouldn't accept failure. Truth is, he had been thinking about Kate a lot, and the slow paced case wasn't giving him enough of a distracting from the events of the past two days.
Gibbs was now sanding his boat with a little more force than usual, he worked out his frustrations. The muscles in his arms tensed painfully, and knotted up, but he didn't care; he needed the distraction.
He was not a man of many words, in fact, he was a functional mute, and no amount of Kate flooding his every thought was going to change that. He wanted to ask what she was doing, what they were both doing, and he couldn't bring himself to. Be it his pride, or just the fact that maybe he didn't want her to come to her senses and stop whatever terrible mistake she was making.
After all, he was her boss, he had every right to fire her for pulling this crap, just like he promised, but he couldn't bring himself to. Every time he mustered the strength to snap at her, tell her to stop, he took one look at the glint in her eyes and went weak.
He rolled his eyes at himself, and tossed down his sand tool, grabbing his bottle of bourbon, taking a large swig from it, in hopes to drown away the thought of her.
"Can I come in?" Her soft voice startled him, causing his head to snap up, watching as she leant against the doorframe, at the top of the basement stairs.
He half shrugged, "you're already here."
She took three steps forward, and rested her elbows on the railing, looking over at him. "You know, I can think of a better stress relief, one that doesn't leave you with a hangover."
He took another gulp from the bottle. "Yeah, well, both are bound to end badly." He placed the bottle down, and looked up at her again. "What are you doing here, Kate?"
She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking for a moment. "I wanted-" she paused, sighing deeply, "I don't know."
"This is a bad idea, Kate." He shook his head, leaning back against the workbench.
"Why is it?" There was a hint of defence in her tone.
He tilted his head back, taking a deep breath. "You and me. It's a terrible idea. It'll never work."
Kate nodded slowly, standing up straighter, her palms gripping the railing.
Seeing her face fall slightly, a pang of guilt jabbed at his stomach, and he softened his voice. "I'm your boss."
"Yeah, got that, Gibbs." She muttered, and turned to leave.
"Stay." He winced as soon as the words left his lips.
She turned her head enough to glance down at him. "You mean that?"
He gulped, and slowly made his way up the stairs.
She met him halfway, bringing her hand up to cup the side of his face.
Her lips met his soon after, fighting for dominance, her teeth drawing blood from his lower lip. He groaned, hoisting her up, he spun them around and carefully walked down the stairs, plonking her on top the work surface. He drew his lips away from hers, framing her jaw, and pushing his thumb across her plump lips. She poked her tongue out, licking his thumb, and then she took it into her mouth, and bit down on it gently.
She pushed on his chest, causing him to step away her. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one button after the other, smirking up at him as he stared at her, his breathing heavy, and his sizeable bulge visible through his grey sweats.
She dropped her blouse to the floor, and soon after, her bra followed. For the first time, she looked sheepish. Her cheeks tinted pink, and a shy smile played at her lips.
"You're wearing too many clothes." She spoke quietly.
He understood, and pulled his hoodie over his head, tossing it into the pile on the floor, leaving his top half naked. "Happy, Agent Todd?"
She smiled wickedly and hopped off of the workbench. She pushed her skirt from her hips, letting it pool at her feet. She stepped out of it, leaving her standing in front of him, in nothing but burgundy lace panties that contrasted beautifully with pale, freckled skin. She turned on her heels and bent over the workbench, peering back at him, and pushing her ass out further.
He ran a hand up her bare back, holding onto her shoulder as he pressed himself into her, and she whimpered at the contact, circling her hips back into him. He groaned, unable to keep up the taunting any longer, he discarded the rest of his clothes.
"Condom is in the drawer on the left." He held out his hand, waiting as she opened the drawer and handed it to him.
"You're much more prepared tonight, Gibbs." She smirked, her stomach fluttering at the thought of him hoping, expecting, preparing for another night with her.
It was his turn to smile sheepishly, as he rolled on the condom and tugged her panties to the side. He pushed into her with swift, soft motion, and let out a shaky, satisfied groan.
After watching her leave earlier that morning, he didn't think he'd get this opportunity again. But here he was, leaning over her with his torso pressed into her back, moving in and out, his lips pressed to her shoulder.
As he listened to her mewls, needy whimpers, and watched her softened, satisfied face: he knew then.
He knew that whatever mistake this was, it was the best one he'd ever made.