Spoilers for the promo 16x17
Gibbs closed the door to the interrogation room and leaned against the wall in the hallway. It had been the day from hell, with the exception that they had all made it through relatively unscathed.
Submarines were not his favorite place to be on a normal day. They were definitely not his favorite place to conduct a murder investigation.
The radioman, currently housed in the room behind him, had been the culprit all along. Unbeknownst to Gibbs and Bishop, he had disabled the radio in order to hamper their investigation. Not only had they not been able to get valuable information from the rest of the team, the team hadn't known if the two aboard were in danger or not.
Gibbs stretched his neck to each side, trying to work out the kinks. Something about being on that sub made him feel claustrophobic and tense. He had just switched sides when he heard footsteps around the corner in the hallway. Opening his eyes, he just saw the blonde blur approaching before he felt her arms around his neck.
Jack.
She normally wasn't this impulsive. However, he had kissed her in his basement, asked her to go slow, then disappeared on a radio silent submarine. No wonder she was a little erratic.
He looped his arms around her, holding her lightly. It wouldn't do to get carried away out in the open at work, but he wanted to reciprocate the gesture.
"I'm so glad you're ok." Her words were breathy in his ear.
She pulled back, framing each side of his face with her hands. He was just about to lean forward and kiss her when Torres and Bishop's voices could be heard down the hall, debating hotly as they usually did.
Jack gave him a watery smile, flexed her finger against his neck and retreated to the observation room to pull herself together.
Gibbs shook his head as his two agents rounded the corner, obvious to the scene they had just interrupted. Returning to the interrogation room with the new information they supplied, Gibbs considered that going slow might just be death of him.