Ok, there are two short chapters coming now, just because I wanted to end this chapter where I did.
But both of them are for Ellie, to (hopefully) make up for being a dick!
"Go on…pull the trigger, I would love to see her try to get you out of this one." Kort said, an amused edge to his voice but Gibbs couldn't help but note the faint edge of fear, as if he expected him to pull the trigger.
"Believe me, there is nothing more that I want right now…but I am not going to give you that satisfaction."
Jen had heaved a silent sigh of relief as she saw Gibbs lurking in the shadows, but she hadn't even flinched, not wanting to give Kort a reason to look around. Gibbs's presence seemed to have lifted the oppressive tension in the room slightly, or maybe it was just that he lifted her spirits by being there.
"The Director and I were just having a chat, no need for violence Agent Gibbs." Kort turned around, knowing that Gibbs wouldn't pull the trigger, however much he may have wanted to. The looked that quickly shot between Jen and Gibbs would have been hard to miss if he hadn't been looking at Jen. He laughed.
"So I see you two have given into 'temptation'?" He laughed again. Gibbs's hands pushed him against the door frame, the hard wood biting into his back and his hands came around his throat and squeezed.
"I don't think that's any of your business." He hissed before letting Kort go. The quiet chuckle alerted him to the presence of DiNozzo, who was standing in the hallway with his weapon trained on Kort. He coughed as he gasped for breath, before standing straight and staring at Tony.
"How does it feel Kort?" Tony asked only to be stared at again by Kort. "How does it feel to be in the chokehold yourself? Not such a playground is it?" Tony asked, the bitterness in his voice almost tangible. Tony's trigger finger itched to squeeze and end the nuisance in front of him, but he held, sensing Ziva across the hall looking at him.
"I don't know if your CIA is going to be able to get you out of this one Kort." Gibbs said, tugging Korts hands behind his back and gesturing to Ziva to cuff him. Ziva pulled his arms slightly harder than necessary and he let out a quite growl of anger. She smiled dangerously at him, as if daring him to try to fight back. Kort backed down and seemed to visibly slump although Gibbs knew that his vicious mind was working over time on how to get out of here, out of Ziva's relentless grip, out of trouble. Gibbs glared at him as he was marched to the car.
He turned to Jenny who was pouring a large measure of bourbon into a glass. He pulled the glass out of her hand, and pulled her chin up with his finger.
"You ok?" He asked, she smiled gently.
"I am now…thank you for turning up…you always seem to turn up at the right moment." She let out a small laugh. He shrugged, unwilling to explain that there was nothing that could keep him away and he always instinctively knew when she was in trouble, even if he didn't know exactly what trouble.
"That reminded me of something." He said, raising an eyebrow at her. She raised one back, knowing that he was talking about when he had stopped her shooting La Grenouille in this very study, although that was something she still wasn't ready to admit to.
"If I asked you now…would you stay?" She asked, trying a subtle topic change, reminding him of the Carson Case, he noticed but didn't comment. He grinned at her.
"You asking?"
V!
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