"What's your plan this weekend, Alice?" McGee asks me late on Friday afternoon.
"I'm going to Mexico," I inform him as I finish writing up my report for the kidnapped baby that was sold back to its real mother.
"What's in Mexico that you would want to go visit it on the weekend?" Shepard demands of me as she walks into the squad room, which is never a good thing. She only ever brings bad news.
"Jethro, you know, my boyfriend that you tried forcing to never remember by making him remember something from this year when he thought it was ninety-one."
"I didn't try getting him not to remember?"
"Sure seemed like it."
"I was trying to save the lives of everyone."
"Which died anyway because they were an acceptable lose."
"Well, you can't leave because your team is on call."
"No, we're not."
"What do you mean 'no, we're not'?"
"We were on call for the last three weekends. Pick another team; we're having this weekend off. That's final," I inform her calmly making the team look at me, no one argues with Shepard ever.
"You think…"
"Pick another team, because we're not coming in," I snap at her calmly.
"You aren't my boss."
"No but your being a bad boss, letting your personally emotions about Jethro define how you treat his team. That stops now, treat us correctly, or your life is going to get very difficult."
"You think you have a say in how I treat this team?"
"Yes because otherwise I summit this report on your work practise and how you treat the teams under you. Then you will be investigated and maybe stepped down," I inform her as I wave the report in her face.
"You wouldn't."
"I would, without guilt because you are being a bitch and that's Ziva's job."
"Fine, you have this weekend off," Shepard snaps as she snatches the report and storms off.
"That was ballsy," Tony comments.
"What's she going to do fire me? For what? I haven't done anything that is a fireable offence."
"I guess. Come on, let's go home before she changes her mind," Tony laughs at me as he shuts his (Gibbs) computer down.
"Yeah, I have a plane to catch anyway," I agree with him as we all shut our computers down and head out for the weekend.
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"Hey, boys," I call out to the men as I walk down the beach in Mexico. I am wearing a red flowing dress that is tight at my chest but flowy all the way down to my ankles. Gibbs looks good; he is wearing a pair of shorts, and a button up shirt. He has the start of a beard growing on his face. I didn't even know he owned shorts, but I like it along with the smile he is wearing.
"Alice," Gibbs greets me as he walks over to me from the front of the house he was sitting on.
"Miss Todd," Mike greets me without getting up from the chair he is drinking his beer in.
"You still look like shit," I comment as I look at the burns all over his face, sadly.
"Thanks," Gibbs says to me sarcastically as he pulls me into a hug that I happily return.
"I'm just telling it how it is."
"I know you are. You always do," Gibbs laughs at me as he leans down and pleases a kiss on my lips.
"Oi, don't do that in front of me," Mike yells at us making me pull away with a chuckle.
"Oh, please it's probably the most action you've seen since you left NCIS," I say to him as Gibbs grabs my bag of me and leads me up to next to Mike where he was sitting before I arrived.
"That's beside the point."
"Alice, leave Mike alone," Gibbs orders me as he sits back down on his chair.
"He started it," I defend myself.
"I don't care who started, I'm ending it," Gibbs informs me as he pulls me down so I am sitting on his lap.
"Whatever, I was done anyway," I mumble as I settle against him.
"Alice, baby."
"What? I said I was done."
"Better be, it's Mike's house and you have to be nice to him or he wouldn't let you come and visit," Gibbs whispers in my ears.
"I'll be nice," I promise him as I lean against him more, enjoying the filling of his body against mine after so long.
"I'll hold you to that."
"I hope you'll hold me to more than that," I inform him making him choke on the sip of beer he just took.
"Alice," Gibbs complains in my ear as he hand me his beer to take a sip.
"What? I'm innocent."
"How did you two get together?" Mike asks me in confusion.
"I kissed him. Seemed like a good idea at the time," I inform him.
"Why did you kiss him?"
"I liked him and one of his team members tried to kill me and himself. No that guy runs his team."
"Your co-worker tried to kill you?"
"No, DiNozzo opened a letter with a white powder in it. She's just pissed because only he and she got infected," Gibbs defends his agent.
"Who would send him a letter with white powder?"
"Pick a woman, any woman and that's your answer," I inform him.
"My ex-wife?"
"Likely. He would fuck a female clone of himself and then send himself the plague."
"Really?"
"Yep, and he would tell me all about the sex."
"Why?"
"Free porn for me. Plus he likes boosting about his sex life, making us feel like our sex lives are unfulfilling."
"Why? Why would a man tell someone about their sex life?"
"Tony doesn't make sense. He has no problem telling us about his sex life but wouldn't tell us what he makes. He tells us what he eats, but wouldn't tell em how he drinks his coffee, but I know his favourite sexual positions."
"Okay."
"He still not telling you how he drinks his coffee?" Gibbs laughs at me, he knows that I buy Tony random coffee drinks because he wouldn't tell me how he likes it and that annoys me. I like knowing how everyone likes their coffee so I can get the right drink each time."
"No. it's annoying me, so I removed all the screws out of his chair."
"Why…? I don't want to know, just don't break them," Gibbs orders me softly.
"I don't break people. I just annoy them until they break themselves away from me and my latest prank."
"What sort of pranks?" Mike asks me.
"Removed all the screws out of the chair that you know about. Changed all the letters around on the keyboard. Draw mould spots on their lunches and then ate it in front of them. Um… put red dye in their tooth paste. Dye in coffee. Ink exploding pens. Duck taped them to their chairs as they sleep, or duct tape them to each other when their annoying me with their arguing with each other."
"You spend a lot of time pranking them."
"Not really. I ride with Jethro, too and from work. I have after they leave work and before to set up the pranks. But I can't half set up a prank because Tony comes back to work at midnight to work sometimes, so I have to set up completely or not at all."
"So you don't prank on work time?"
"I buy coffee on work time. I prank on waiting time when Jethro is working because he's a workaholic. So pranking is something to fill up the time as I wait."
"I wish you were on my team, those pranks sound funny to watch."
"No, you don't want her on your team. She's annoying, the FBI hate her more than they hate me and NCIS combined," Gibbs informs Mike making him laugh.
"Only Fornell and Miss Crush-on-Gibbs, the bitch is happy to let an American military family be in danger to get a promotion instead of blowing the boss, Agent Lina Reyes," I correct him.
"And everyone else at the FBI."
"What did you do to them?" Mike asks me through his laughter.
"Nothing," I state.
"Everything," Gibbs overlaps me before continuing, "Give them rude nicknames. Threaten their jobs. Anything to annoy them, she does."
"Now I really wish you were on my team," Mike says making me laugh.
"You would take that back the first time she bites someone she doesn't like or agree with."
"You're supposed to like me," I say to Gibbs as I turn my body to look at him.
"I do like you but I'm just warning him. You make a good distraction to throw at the FBI but no when you have to work with them," Gibbs informs me calmly.
"Fornell works with me, happily. Without pissing him off."
"That's because you're not as bad as Diane."
"Why thank you. That's a complement coming from you," I say as I steal his bear again.
"You two are so different. A hard ass, marine, probie. And someone who thinks biting is the way to deal with her problems. I still don't see how you got together," Mike says to us.
"Director hired me to look after him and the rest is history."
"Your lady director hired you to look after him."
"No… fuck no, she hates me and wants to fire me. The last director hired me."
"Really."
"What do you mean Jen what's to fire you?" Gibbs demands of me.
"Since you quit…"
"I didn't quit, I…"
"SINCE YOU QUIT she has threaten to fire me, no less than ten times. And it's only the second week. She thinks she's a big man because you're gone and everyone in the office knows she used to fuck the all famous, pain in the ass, Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
"I didn't quit," Gibbs repeats again making me roll my eyes, that's all he cares about.
"Tell Shepard that."
"Nah, I don't care that much," Gibbs says as he chuckles at me as he steals his beer back.
"Jethro, you pick the weirdest things to obsess over. Weather you quit or retired has nothing over the fact that the whole building knows you fucked her. That's what you should be obsessing over because there goes your secret from the whenever the hell it was. That and she told everyone that you never actually drank coffee but coloured water. And if that's true, we're going to have to break up."
"Okay, that's it. I have to go back and prove that I drink coffee," Gibbs jokes making Mike and I laugh with him.
"Now I can see why you two are together. You both have a coffee addiction," Mike informs us.
"Ain't nothing wrong with coffee addiction. The problem is when someone drinks coffee but then gives it up because it's 'unhealthy.' I think they're the unhealthy ones, everyone who needs blood transfusions don't drink coffee. And I don't think that's a coincidence, do you?" I ask Mike.
"No, I don't."
"See," I say making us all laugh at us as we all talk about nothing, getting to know this man from Mike's past.
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"Hey, baby," Gibbs says as I walk into his bedroom hat night after taking a shower.
"Hey, yourself," I say to him as I walk over to him and hug him tightly.
"You look good in that outfit," Gibbs smirks at me as he looks my sleepwear over; I am wearing his old NIS sweatshirt and boxers.
"So you always say," I smirk at him before leaning up to kiss him again. Gibbs kisses me back as he places his hands on my hip and pulls by body against his own. He runs his tongue along the seam of my lips but I don't open up for him, teasing him because payback is a bitch and so am I.
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"Alice, baby," Gibbs groans at me before dropping his head into my neck and sucks on my sweet spot.
"Jethro," I gasp out as tangle my hand in the long part of his hair and pull on it gently. I gasp when his hand slides up under my (his) shirt so he can grip my breast to play with my nipple. I drop one of my hands and dig my nails into his back as he pulls on the nipple, making me moan.
"Lay down, baby," Gibbs orders me as he nodes to the single bed he's been sleeping in for the last two weeks. I smirk at him as I remove the shirt, leaving my upper body naked, I run my fingers around the hem of the boxers without removing them.
"Jethro, you want these off?" I tease him as I run my fingers around the hem before dipping a hand under the hem so I can run it through my pussy lips as Gibbs watches me.
"Yes, take them off and get on the bed," Gibbs orders me tightly as he rubs his hand over the bulge in his pants. I smirk at him as I pull my hand back out from under the boxers, and offer him the moister that I collected on my fingers. Gibbs stares me in the eye as he steps forward and wraps his warm mouth around the wet fingers, cleaning them with his mouth.
Gibbs releases my fingers and wraps his hands around my (his) boxers, and pulls them down and off my legs. I crawl onto the bed and lay in the middle of the room.
"Why don't you remove those clothing?" I ask him as I run my fingers over my body, teasing him. He removes his shirt, giving me a lovely view of his upper body. I run my hand down to my pussy and rub it as I watch Gibbs take his clothing off.
"Alice, baby. Stop touching yourself," Gibbs orders me as he climbs onto the bed with me, grabbing my hand from between my legs and pulling up so he can suck it clean again.
"What'd you gonna do if I don't?" I ask him as I raise my hips, sliding it against his making us both moan in pleasure at the feeling.
"I won't let you cum," Gibbs whispers in my ear as he settles his hips against my, grinding down to me.
"That's just cruel and unfair," I whisper back to him as I grind up again him and lock my legs around behind him rightly.
"Come on, don't be rude," Gibbs whispers to me. As he reaches down and sucks on my breasts.
"Jethro, please," I beg of him as I grind into him harder.
"Please, what?" Gibbs asks me teasingly as he swops breasts.
"Please… please, put it in me," I beg of him as I grind against his cock against my pussy.
"Put what in you?" Gibbs teases me as he moves up to kiss along my neck, waiting for me to say it.
"Jethro, please. Please… put your penis in me… it's been too long," I beg of him as he smirks against me neck as he reaches down, grabbing his weeping cock and stroke it in his hand. Every time he stokes it up and down and his hand runs through my lips at the same time, hitting my clitoris. He lines the cock up with my opening before slowly pushing it in to me; he covers my mouth as he enters me because Mike's room is next door. I moan behind Gibbs hand as he enters me, he comes to a stop when he is settled against my pelvis.
"God, you're tight," Gibbs gasps against me neck as he stays still.
"Jethro, can you move? Please," I beg of him from behind his hand, making him move against me. I bite his hand to stop from moaning to loudly making Gibbs groan himself. He removes the hand to place it next to me, and begins moving against me faster, harder, making him hit my spot quickly. I suck on his neck and gently bite it to stop from being too loud and to leave a mark on him.
"Alice, Baby, you're you feel good. I need you to cum," Gibbs informs me as he lowers his hand and begins rubbing my clitoris, and his send hand he grabs my hand with.
"Jethro," I gasp out as I reach the high of climax but I don't cum yet.
"Baby, cum with me," Gibbs orders me, making me cum as I feel the heat of his cum covering my inside making me moan into my fist so that I don't scream in pleasure. Gibbs drops his body down so he is laying on top of me, with his softening cock still inside of me.
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"Worth the flight. Now I can go home," I joke making Gibbs laugh against my neck before rolling off my body, and almost of the edge of the bed making me laugh even more.
"Yeah, no. you're not leaving until Sunday. You're staying with me. Budge up," Gibbs informs me so I roll onto my side, facing him. Giving him room to lay on his side with his whole body against mine.
"Yeah, I'd miss my human heater too much, just to leave now," I agree with him as I snuggle into his chest.
"Thanks, I feel the love," Gibbs says fake hurt.
"Yep, though you need more pillows."
"Oh my god, you and your pillows," Gibbs laughs at me as he pulls me tighter against his body.
"You have a problem with my pillows but not the boat in your basement," I ask him in disbelieve as I hide me head in his chest.
"Ain't nothing wrong with my boat."
"Never said there was but there's also nothing wrong with my pillows."
"Okay, I'll stop harping on the pillows. For now."
"Goodnight, Jethro," I mumble into his chest.
"Goodnight, Alice. Don't let the bedbugs bite."
"It's not the bedbugs I have to worry about, but the ex-marine, ex-NCIS agent in the bed," I comment making him laugh at me.
"I promise not to bite you."
"I can't make the same promise," I inform him as I roll over so my back is to his naked body is against my back.
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"Morning Mr Mike," I greet Mike the next morning as I walk outside to see he is drinking a beer that he sips all over his chest in surprise when I speak. I am wearing my bikini which is strapless, the right side is white and the left side is red on the top while the nickers are completely red. I plan to get a tan while I'm here.
"Morning," Mike greets me as he relaxes in the hammock near the water.
"Where does all those beers come from, do you like have a genie that grants you everlasting beer supply?" I ask Mike as I lay out a towel and lay down on my stomach on it.
"Nope, a local girl lets me buy beers and pay it back on pay day."
"Same girl who let 'Shepard' phone you?"
"Yeah."
"I wouldn't trust her. Anyone who thinks talking to the 'madam director' is a good idea isn't trustworthy."
"She just trusts everyone. That's why she lets me pay off my beers."
"If you say so," I mumble as I relax myself as Gibbs bangs around in the house. Making me ask Mike, "What the hell is he doing in there?"
"Failing to understand what relax means for the duration of his retirement."
"How long do you want to bet it would take for him to return to NCIS or at least work, and give up his retirement for the next hundred and five years," I ask Mike as I look at him.
"Year at the most."
"Half a year. Closest person to the right number gets five bucks?"
"Deal," Mike agrees with me as he shakes his hand making me laugh.
"It's going to be a pleasure taking your money."
"No, it would be a pleasure taking your money."
"What makes you think it would take that long?"
"Because there's a lot of fixing up on this house he will do before returning to work."
"Tony is going to fuck something up and Jethro will have to return to fix it. And I'll make him stay with the promise of coffee," I promise Mike making him laugh at me. I relax silently with Mike, the only sound are the water crashing onto the beach, birds chirping and Gibbs crashing around in the house.
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"There you are," Gibbs says as he walks over to me as I lay on my back.
"Hey you, done slamming around the house?" I ask him as I look at him walking over to me in another set of shorts.
"I was fixing the plumbing so it drains," Gibbs defends himself as he sits down on the edge of my towel.
"You supposed to relax not work," Mike reminds him from his hammock.
"I am relaxing."
"Mr Mike, he is a workaholic, so that's what you signed up for when you got him to join NIS," I inform him.
"You're his boyfriend, take him home. And I have heaps of people I got to join to NIS but he's only one who came to join me on my beach and he's not he only workaholic," Mike informs me.
"He doesn't fit in my bag and I'm not paying for registered luggage. He's not worth it."
"I'm right here," Gibbs says but he looks like he's trying not to laugh but he is smiling.
"So you're saying you will fit in my luggage?"
"I'm saying you can't talk about me like I'm not here."
"So, you can't fit in my luggage?"
"Alice, stop talking in circles," Gibbs laughs at me making me smile at him.
"Well, answer the question and I wouldn't have to."
"No, I wouldn't fit."
"You fitted late night," I sign at him making him laugh at me.
"What, what did you do?" Mike asks me but I smile at him innocently.
"Nothing, she's being weird," Gibbs defends me.
"Don't be weird. It's weird."
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"You leaving today?" Gibbs asks me as I pack my clothing to catch my flight today.
"Yeah, I have to go back to work tomorrow," I inform him sadly.
"Call me when you get home."
"Always," I promise before pulling out my sketch pad and hand it to him. He opens it and I say, "I hope you don't know."
"Did you do that?"
"I know it's not very good and probably doesn't do them any justice but I thought you might like it."
"Thank you, Alice. Thank you," Gibbs says as he looks at the drawing I did. I took all the photos of Shannon and Kelly I could find and draw a mirage of them and Gibbs. Making it look like he's in Kelly's life, even when he was away at war and she's in his life even when she is dead.
"I'm sorry, but I had to touch your photos of them," I apologise, I had to go through his photos of is wife and he knows I feel bad when I touch anything of Shannon's or Kelly.
"Thank you," Gibbs says to me as he pulls me into a hug, holding me tightly. He releases me and looks through the book to find I have filled the book with different drawing of him with his wife and daughter, some are real and some can't ever be real but I made them real for him.
"I… I hope I didn't over step your boundaries or butchered your family. I just thought it might make you feel better and not sad anymore," I inform him making him hold me again.
"Thank you, baby. I… this is prefect," Gibbs informs me as he holds the book tightly and carefully against his chest.
