Love
By: Ally
Summary: If this isn't love, then who knows what love is?
Disclaimer: NCIS ain't mine...the end...
A/N: Again...still unsure of teh required number of words for a drabble...this one is 163...don't sue...
She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
They were in the car, her feet propped up on the dashboard. He was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, singing along with the country song playing on the radio. She couldn't help the fit of laughter that poured from deep inside her lungs when he sang in that horrible country accent. He turned to look at her.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." she managed to cough out between giggles. He rolled her eyes and reached over to tickle her. She began smacking his hands away, having the clear advantage since his eyes were on the road. She finally caught his hand in hers and got him to stop attacking her sides. Instead of letting go of her hand, he held it tightly, resting them on the console between the seats. he squeezed gently, lacing his fingers with hers. She just grinned and squeezed back.
If this isn't love, then who knows what love is?
A/N: Again, this is meant to be a TATE, but you can look at it as Kibbs, Gabby, McAbby, Tabby, I don't care...:)
