A/N: Another sleepless night brings you another chapter...enjoy ;oP
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Yankee White Lies Chapter 2 - A Boat, A Car, 3 Jets & Security
The TV was on and Gibbs was in his basement sanding his boat. It was a great past-time for him. It kept him calm and helped him to think more clearly…if he hasn't had a drink or 7. Tonight though, he wasn't in his basement to think or to be calmed, he was here because his darling wife was away. She'd been gone for over a fortnight and he really missed her. He paused for a brief moment then continued to sand his boat, thoughts of his wife and what they'll be doing when she gets back, in his head. He stopped sanding to blow away the excess sawdust gathering on the beam. He examined it and ran his hand over it, making sure it was up to his standards.
The phone started to ring, snapping him from his thoughts. He walked around the boat to answer it. The TV was playing to its self, he wasn't watching it nor was he listening either, it was more background noise as he sanded his boat. It made the house seem less empty when his wife wasn't home.
"Yeah, Gibbs." He answered, slightly annoyed by the interruption.
It was Tony DiNozzo, one of his team members or should that be his partner. There was only the 2 of them, but there was Ducky and Abby.
"A navy commander carrying the football on Air Force One just carked in the air." he said, he wasn't at all surprised by his boss' greeting. Heck it was better than being yelled at.
Gibbs glanced at his watch, "Where'd they land?"
"Wichita, Kansas. Presidents transferring to the back-up bird. I booked us on a 1500 United flight out of Reagan." he said as he squinted at his computer screen. He was merely centimetres away from kissing the screen. He used his index finger to follow the writing on the screen. 'Man! I need to start wearing my glasses when I read.' he thought to himself. "Stops in Dallas. Before going to Wichita." he continued.
"That the best you could do?" Gibbs asked as he blew wood shavings off of his sanding block.
"It's Saturday Gibbs." he said as he put on his jacket. "You know, if we had our own jet…"
"We don't." Gibbs interjected. "Ducky's buds with coroners across the country. See if he can't get one of them to hold the body until we get there." Gibbs instructed his agent.
"Alright." DiNozzo answered before being cut off.
Gibbs put the phone down and made his way over to the stairs, 'Great, another day off ruined.' He took off his belt and took the steps 2 at a time. As he was walking over to the stairs the anchorwoman on the news read out an update, "Good afternoon. I'm Doris McMillon with CBS news update. We have just learned that Air Force One has made an unscheduled stop at Wichita's Mid-Continent Airport. Details are sketchy-" Her bulletin was abruptly cut short as Gibbs switched off the power in the basement. He had wired it up himself after much debate from his wife about him nearly being electrocuted. He won in the end.
Gibbs met DiNozzo at the airport. He'd made it in no time at all, having ran several red lights and dodged multiple vehicles on the way. His wife hated it when he drove like that. A 'raving lunatic' she had called him on their first date. He'd gotten stuck in traffic on his way over to her place and by the time he'd reached her apartment they only had 30 minutes to get to the restaurant. He'd rushed her out of the apartment and into the car…after several minutes of gawking at her in her new black dress. He dodged cars left, right and centre, all the while with her sat in the passenger seat clutching on for dear life. She was saying her prayers just encase it was the last time she'd be alive. Once he'd stopped the car she'd completely nuts on him, yelling and she actually hit him twice, once in the arm and the other in the chest. He had smirked at her loving the intense fire in her eyes. When she had calmed down, he simply said "Y'know, we're not gonna get our table if we sit in here all night. Plus, I don't think they do drive-thru either." They both laughed. She'd only agreed to stay and have dinner with him if he'd promise to drive sensibly on the way back…that didn't turn out too well either…
Breaking from his thoughts Jethro walked through the busy airport, Tony in tow. He'd made his senior field agent carry the heaviest bags…purposely for making crude comments about the Secret Service…even if they shared the same views on that agency…there was that and the fact that he is 'The Boss'.
They walked though the sea of people, the sound of the woman on the P.A system only just reaching his ears; "Attention, passengers, this is the gate change announcement…"
The rest of the sentence drowned in the sound of people chatting...mainly DiNozzo whining about which agencies have their own jets. "FBI, CIA, DEA, ATF. Even NYPD have private jets." he moaned as he hauled the heavy bags. Gibbs had the lightest bag…and only the one, he'd got his coffee in the other. DiNozzo knew Gibbs had made him carry the heavier ones because of what he'd said, which confused him…it wasn't the fact that he'd said something wrong, he knew that…he had trouble figuring out which thing it was he'd said that was wrong. 'Oh well, never mind.' he said to himself. He never did anyway.
Gibbs shook his head and replied to Tony's whiny statement, "36 cents a mile. You wanna drive?"
"It's humiliating." he said as he plonked the bags down on the floor next to the x-ray scanner.
Gibbs reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper…a weapons permit. He handed it to the security guard, "Hey, we're LEO's."
"And I'm Capricorn." the man replied. Gibbs was slightly taken aback, 'Putz!' was his initial thought.
"LEO, short for law enforcement officer." Tony pointed out.
The man looked at DiNozzo, who showed his badge. He looked at the piece of paper.
There was now a man on the P.A asking for somebody to return to security check. Probably forgotten something.
Gibbs eyed the guard and peered over to look at his name badge, "You new at this, Dennis?"
"First week." he replied, with a smile. Gibbs smiled to himself, 'Newbies.' Dennis read the piece of paper aloud, "NCIS," he said slowly, "Never heard of it."
Gibbs looked over to Tony, who was putting the rest of the bags down, "That's embarrassing." DiNozzo nodded in agreement. The weight of the bags evident on his face.
"NCIS anything like CSI?" Dennis asked the men.
"Only if you're dyslexic." he scoffed. Sweat was running down his face, 'Damn, these bags are heavy.'
Dennis brushed it off and looked at Gibbs, "Okay, you can go ahead and go around the metal detector but your bags gotta go through the scanner."
Gibbs looked at the man slightly confused, "Wait a minute. Letting us take weapons aboard and you wanna scan our bags?"
"Well, you got permits for the weapons, you don't for the bags."
"We really need our own jet." Tony stated for the umpteenth time. Gibbs rolled his eyes as he watched the younger man place the bags onto the conveyer belt. He had just picked them up when he heard Ducky's voice "Dennis! Those bags are mine." he spoke loudly and pointed towards Tony.
"Why didn't you tell me you were schlepping for the doc? He's got a bag permit." he gestured to the small Scottish man. The elderly gent had befriended the security guard, know that this would happen, they'd been chatting about English customs, which led to one of Ducky's infamous stories. DiNozzo and Gibbs looked at Dennis then at each other saying nothing.
"Move it, men." he said, putting on his boss voice, turning he saidsmiling broadly "We don't want to miss our flight."
Gibbs and DiNozzo followed their "Boss" through security and headed towards their gate.
Gibbs thought back to a couple of weeks ago. He'd dropped his wife off at the airport, she was going away on a "business" trip…which meant he'd be on his own for a few weeks. She'd made sure that there was enough food for him and he had enough clean clothes to last him whilst she was gone. He loved that she like to take care of him even when she wasn't there. He wasn't completely alone anyway, he was in the middle of an investigation which meant he'd be spending a lot of time at work in the company of his colleagues. But today she was supposed to be home and so was he. Well at least now he'll get to see her instead of waiting for tonight.