Silver Car
Hi! This is my first Navy NCIS fic... it's just a little drabble that's been in my head a while... I'm really wondering about that woman in the silver car.
Please review! It is a one shot.
Italics are thoughts.
She pulled at her shoulder length wavy red hair and tapped her foot impatiently at the supermarket check-out counter. She paused to push her glasses back up from the bridge of her nose.
What was taking that boy so long to ring that peach up?
She paid the incompetent boy at the cash register and hurried from the store.
She put her purchases in her silver car. Oh how she adored the fancy silver car.
That's when her cell phone rang.
Her perfectly French manicured nails pulled out the small silver phone from her purse.
She knew who it was....
She smiled calmly, "Hello?"
It was him, of course. Asking her to come pick him up... at some place.
As always, he gave precise direction to where he would be and the pick up time.
She knew not to be late.
"Will do Jeth'." She replied as she said every time before she hung up.
She parked car in the garage of the neat townhouse, taking her items out.
She made a quick dinner before beginning her ritual.
Something she would do everytime before she picked him up.
She let her hair out of the loose ponytail it was usually in and showered.
She didn't put her hair back up; he liked it down.
She put in her contact, leaving her glases on the counter. He told her she looked better without them.
She picked out her clothes carefully.
She applied her make-up with delicate care. She normally didn't put any one, but this was a special occasion.
She put in her sparkling earrings he had given her and smiled at her reflection.
She checked her time; very prompt.
Everything was set; time to go.
She grabbed her keys and her purse before getting in her silver car.
She had the directions memorized, even though she had heard it only once-from him.
She tapped her hands on the wheel and sang to the catchy tune on the radio.
She saw him, standing there talking to a woman she didn't know.
He saw her and she winked knowingly.
He excused himself from his friend and hopped into the car.
"Hey!" He said subtly as he kissed her forehead.
She laughed lightly and pushed down on the accelerator.
When they were out of sight from whomever he was talking to, she pounded him with the same questions she always did.
And he always answered them.
She dropped him off and he waved before she took off towards her home.
She turned off the engine and sat in the car, enjoying the cool D.C. air.
She got out, knowing the ritual was almost over.
She shuffled into the house, pausing to glance at the silver car in the garage
Before she fully closed the door, she saw the car wink a streak of bright silver.
Well... it's not the best piece...
Please review! ^.^
I like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism NOT flames. Flames don't help me become a better writer, criticism does.
Thanks for reading!!
DustyFall