Disclaimer – The usual stuff…you know, "I don't own them", "Any similarities to people or events is purely coincidence", etcetera, etcetera (to quote the King of Siam). This is my first fan fiction…most of my creativity finds an outlet in PBeMs, but I thought "Hey…give it a shot." Reviews greatly appreciated…as long as they're constructive. I am working on two longer pieces, although one does appear to be flowing faster than the other.
He scanned the park with intensity, noting who was where and doing what while committing it all to his memory. Across the way, a father and son played with a golden retriever puppy. A little closer, a woman near his own age stopped her jog to grab a drink from the water fountain. Two teenagers, out for what was more than likely an all-day date, laughed as they shared a muffin on a bench.
It was still early, but slowly the park was coming to life. The dew that had collected on the grass during the night was gently burning off as the sun rose. It wouldn't be long before the day became substantially warmer.
"You can take the man outta the Marines, but can't take the Marine outta the man, huh, boss?" The cheerful voice distracted him.
Turning, Gibbs faced the smiling face of Tony.
"What was that, DiNozzo?"
"You can take the…oh!..." Tony stopped as he was slapped on the back of the head from the team's newest member, Ziva. "You can't do that…only Gibbs!"
"It's the weekend, Tony…anything goes." She replied back smartly.
One side of Gibbs' mouth turned upwards.
"Really?" Tony asked, grinning suggestively. "So how about after this, you and I…"
He received another smack to the back of his head, this time from Gibbs.
"Ow." Scowling, Tony wandered off to join Ducky who was studying the scene, wondering where to start.
"You'll be there, Duckman." Offered Abby. She pointed in a general direction.
"Doing what, Abigail?" The doctor asked.
"Standing around looking bored, if you're lucky." Commented Tim glumly. He wasn't looking forward to this.
A few feet away, FBI agents loomed. Their uniforms were dark and impressive looking. Gibbs silently hoped the dark material would cause them to dehydrate as the time passed and they would surrender to NCIS before this went too far.
He didn't really want to be here. He had other things he wanted to do. But this took priority. The reputation of NCIS was at stake. He moved closer to his team, motioning other NCIS agents mulling around to pull in and close ranks.
"Don't forget to wear your gloves." His tone sounded as if he was speaking to a group of first year cadets. A few agents rolled their eyes.
Gibbs nodded, the signal passed on to another man. The man straightened, looked around and yelled, "Play ball!"
Gibbs ran out on to the field with his team for the annual FBI versus NCIS softball tournament. Yes, it was a lovely day to play.