This was written as two parts, for prompts 'cards' and 'fatal.' Bishop has a prominent role. (300 words total)
Lead With an Ace
"Fold," Gibbs said, laying his cards on the table facedown.
Bishop looked at him, then did the same with her cards. "Fold," she echoed.
"Come on!" Fornell said. "Every time I get a good hand! How do you know?" He looked at Bishop for an answer.
Bishop looked at Gibbs, pursing her lips. Fornell followed her gaze. "Gibbs?" he said.
Gibbs shrugged. "It's the way you hold your cards," he said.
"You saw my hand? You cheated?" Fornell said.
"Not your hand, your fingers," Gibbs said.
"My fingers," Fornell said in a disbelieving tone.
"It's your tell," Gibbs said, nodding.
"My tell?" Fornell asked. "Tell me about my tell."
Gibbs explained, "If you have a good hand, your fingers are close together, touching. When you've got nothing, they're spread apart."
"Really," Fornell said. "You noticed this, too?" he asked Bishop.
"No," Bishop said, shaking her head. "I just trust Gibbs."
Fatal Flaw
Bishop was driving Fornell home from the card game at Gibbs' house.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think Gibbs kicked us out of his house," Fornell said.
"He did," Bishop said, frowning.
"You thought so, too?" Fornell asked, looking over at her.
Bishop nodded. "It's my fault," she said.
"How so?" Fornell asked.
Bishop stared out the windshield. "I said I trusted him," she answered.
"Gibbs has a problem with that," Fornell said, making it sound halfway between a question and a statement.
"Gibbs thinks he has a thing, a curse or something," Bishop told him.
"A curse?"
Bishop nodded her head. "People die," she explained tersely.
"Ah, yeah. It's the business."
"Exactly!" Bishop exclaimed.
"What are you going to do?" Fornell asked.
"I know what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to stop trusting Gibbs."
Fornell nodded approvingly.
Bishop added, "Either at work or with poker."
