Gibbs/Ziva fic: Morning Routine
Romance/Humour
M Rating
SPOILER! DON'T READ THE ITALIC AUTHOR NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAP IF YOU DON'T WANT TO RUIN THE LAST FEW EPS OF SEASON 8!
Of course now that the loverly pair have married... this fic gets a little more complicated, however, I believe I have come up with a plausible... thing :D Go me and my technical language XD
Thanks for the reviews and favourites and story alerts, they mean a lot :)
And is this soon enough, Ishty? :P *hugs*
Oh, Mike has all of his fingers in this... I hate that stupid woman Renosa for doing that to Mike... I'd do that and a whole lot more to that stupid, vile, evil... *looks up* sorry... :D
My bad, I'm not ripping on people who work in retail... you know, 'cause I work in retail ;)
Mike
'' Probie? Let me in!'' called one retired NCIS Special Agent Mike Franks, impatiently. The hand he was using to hold his luggage was beginning to hurt, not that he was complaining. The only reason he was calling out anyway was because the goddamn door was locked. Growling, Mike put his bag down and stuck his hand into his jacket pocket. He chuckled his that filthy chuckle when he pulled out his lock picking kit. He made quick work of the lock and walked into Gibbs' house when he finally got the door open. He nudged the door shut with his foot and dumped his bag on the floor by his feet.
'' Oh, Probie?'' called Mike with his gravelly voice. When he didn't get a reply, Mike frowned. He wandered into the kitchen and back out again, of course his probie wouldn't be in there. He made his way down to the basement and snorted in disbelief when he saw that it was empty, aside from the shell of the boat. Mike scratched his head before turning around and going back upstairs.
He opened the back door and stepped outside. He pulled his box of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and flipped the lid open. Taking one out, he stuck one in his mouth and lit it. He decided that he would call Gibbs after a quick siesta... and another cigarette, of course.
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Holding the groceries to her chest, Ziva shook her head at Gibbs' facial expression.
'' That is the last time I am ever going grocery shopping.'' he said, holding a bag of groceries and walking with Ziva up to their front door.
Ziva chuckled. '' Of course you will.''
'' Are all till operators that stupid?'' asked Gibbs, his voice higher at the end of his exclamation.
'' No, he was obviously having a bad day, and clearly having you as a customer has not helped at all.''
'' It would have been easier to do it myself. In fact, it would have been easier to shoot him.'' declared Gibbs, using his free hand to find the front to key in his pocket.
'' Yes, probably. However, that would have meant a ton of paperwork and we all know how much you love paperwork.'' said Ziva, just as Gibbs opened the front door. He took a step back and let her pass first. He pulled the key out of the door and followed her in. He bashed into her and dropped his groceries.
'' Funny, Ziver. What the hell?'' he said, glaring at the back of her head.
'' Sh!'' snapped Ziva before indicating the bag at her feet. '' Someone has let themselves in.''
'' Oh, I hope they didn't eat my porridge.'' said Gibbs, prompting Ziva to turn and glare at him. He grinned and sniffed the air. '' Can you smell that?''
Ziva sniffed. '' Smoke, stale beer and beach?'' she asked, setting the groceries down on the kitchen table. Gibbs nodded and Ziva gave him a pointed look.
'' You never said Mike was coming to visit.''
'' I didn't know.'' replied Gibbs, honestly.
Ziva nodded and moved over to him. She rest a hand on his broad chest. '' You can pick up the groceries and I will see if he is still here.'' she said sweetly, patting his chest before walking away. Gibbs watched her move away before bending down to pick up the fresh vegetables that had fallen.
He had just finished putting everything away when Ziva appeared in the kitchen, a smile on her face.
'' What?'' he asked, folding up the bags and putting them in a drawer.
'' It would seem that Goldilocks is asleep in our bed.'' said Ziva. Gibbs grinned and watched as she moved off to pull a pan out of the cupboard.
'' Ahh...''
'' What?'' asked Ziva, placing the pan on the cooker and turning to look at him.
'' I guess we can't try out that new-''
'' Obviously not.'' said Ziva, cutting across Gibbs' sentence. Gibbs smirked and held Ziva from behind as she began washing some vegetables. His hands rest upon her hips and she grinned as her husband began to nibble on her ear.
'' No amount of suckiong up to me will make me change my mind, Jethro.''
'' Shame.'' said Gibbs hotly in her ear, making her grin. He continued to assault her neck, ear and jaw line with his lips and teeth until she giggled.
'' Jethro, I would prefer to keep all of my fingers.''
Gibbs kissed her jaw and let her go. '' Okay... anything I can do?''
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Mike woke up to the smell of something cooking. He stretched a little before swinging his legs around and out of the bed. He got up and rubbed his eyes.
'' God, I have to stop drinking on planes.'' he mumbled before leaving the room and making his way downstairs.
He went into the kitchen, expecting to see Gibbs and felt a little disheartened to see that the kitchen was 'gibbsless', not that he would admit it. He looked at the table to see a steaming hot plate of food.
He grinned. '' Room service is getting better around here.'' he said before going to tuck into the mouthwatering meal. He chewed on a mouthful before swallowing cautiously.
'' Where's the meat?'' he asked himself before cutting up his pastabake, searching for his favourite food group. After discovering that there wasn't any, Mike shrugged. '' I'm cooking tomorrow.'' he vowed before finishing his dinner.
Once he was finished, he put his plate and fork into the sink and went into the fridge to grab a beer. He walked out of the kitchen and down to the basement, knowing that Gibbs would definitely be there this time. He stood on the top stair and was about to descend them when he heard voices.
'' I'm actually surprised.''
'' It is not healthy to eat meat with every meal.''
'' Yeah, I know, but I wasn't expecting a vegetarian pasta bake to be so good.''
'' Thank you, Jethro...'' came Ziva's voice, lowly.
'' Oh, I meant, I know it would've been good because you made it-''
'' Stop digging Jethro, I knew what you meant.'' said Ziva, laughter in every syllable.
A comfortable silence covered the basement, the only thing that could be heard was the rhythmic sanding of the boat. Mike sipped his beer and decided to make his prescence known, at least until Gibbs started talking again.
'' How's your dad?'' he asked, exchanging the comfortable silence for a less than comfortable topic of conversation.
'' He is... fine.'' came Ziva's rather short reply.
'' Is that it?''
The sanding stopped and Mike heard footsteps, probably Ziva's. He knew she liked to pace when she was trying to speak about something that bothered her.
'' Our relationship will not happen overnight and despite promises, it has not changed much in the past two weeks.''
'' Do you honestly think it will change that quickly?''
'' No.'' huffed Ziva.
'' Well, good Ziv, these things take time. Look at me and my dad, things there still aren't a hundred percent-''
'' No, just ninetynine point nine recurring. I think you forget that your father is much less of a bastard compared to mine.''
'' Hey, what did I say the second 'B' in Gibbs was for? It's my dad's last name too, you know.''
'' I know... I just cannot help but feel that the repairs are taking too long, I know that it will take time but-''
'' Ziv,'' came Gibbs' gentle voice. Mike raised his eyebrows, he'd never heard his probie talk like that.
'' Maybe your dad is taking his time because he feels it's best to. He's taking time to assess the damage and think of the best way to fix it. It's the best way to do it. And it is definitely the best way for you and your dad. Trust me, Ziv. It'll be alright.''
There was a momentary silence until Ziva broke it. '' Since when are you so wise? Who are you and what have you done with my husband?''
The two of them looked up as Mike spat out his beer. '' Mike!'' they called in unison.
'' You're married, Probie?'' spluttered Mike, taking in the two NCIS agents holding each other, as he made his way downstairs.
Ziva glared at Gibbs. '' You did not tell him?''
'' No.''
'' Jethro-''
'' I can't believe you got hitched... again.'' said Mike, looking at his old junior agent.
'' Well, I did.''
'' Well, of course you did! I can't believe you didn't tell me... or invite me for that matter.''
'' Mike, we sent an invitation.''
Mike thought hard and frowned, that would probably have been the envelope Amira drew all over and decided to give to the fish in the sea. '' I didn't see it.''
Ziva moved away from her husband and over to Mike. '' You would not have liked it anyway. You would have been made to wear a suit.''
'' Oh, well then-''
'' You would have had to sit through endless drama, without a drop of alcohol.''
''Damn-''
'' And do not get me started on the lack of meat and smoking.''
'' Jeez, good job I didn't show.'' Gibbs grinned at Ziva's attempt to make Mike feel better.
'' However, you are here now.'' said Ziva softly.
Mike smiled and pulled Ziva into a hug. '' Welcome to the family, my lady.'' Ziva held Mike tight.
Gibbs watched the embrace with a smile. He knew that there was a connection between Mike and Ziva, most likely as a result of the shared beliefs and values and Ziva's ability to speak Arabic, but he never knew how deep that connection went.
Mike let Ziva go and looked at Gibbs after placing a hand on Ziva's shoulder. '' I know I first threatened you when I first found out about you two, but now that you're married... again, I thought it'd be necessary to re-evaluate.''
'' Shoot.'' said Gibbs.
'' Don't tempt me, Jethro.'' said Mike, making Ziva giggle.
'' Ok.''
'' Don't hurt her Probie. 'Cause if you do... I'll marry her.''
'' Over my dead body.''
'' Again with the temptations!'' Ziva parted with a heartfelt laugh and she moved back over to Gibbs. Once he had her within arms reach, he pulled her to him and wrapped an arm around her waist.
'' Congratulations you two, I mean it.'' said Mike, nodding and raising his half empty bottle of beer.
'' Thanks Mike.'' said Gibbs, before pressing a kiss to Ziva's hair.
Mike nodded again before turning to look at Ziva. '' Right, now about these meat free dishes...''
ITALIC AUTHORS NOTE:
Not gonna lie, I shed a tear or five million, I wasn't as bad as my friend though :D I can't believe that he died... though watching him on screen, he looked sick, though I am glad he went on his terms :) NCIS has lost a good character :'(
This is for Mike! :)