GIBBS

He was aware that she had walked over and stopped in front of his desk, but with a supreme effort of will he forced himself not to glance up eagerly until she actually spoke. Federal agent, he chanted to himself in his head. No drooling. No panting. Not a teenaged boy.

"My report."

He nodded, attempted a smile. "Thanks, Katie."

She pursed her lips slightly, and he replayed the sentence in his head. Shit. Never call her that out loud. He glared down at his desk as if it had offended him and tried not to actually cringe or blush, or any of the other embarrassing reactions he'd regressed to over the last few days.

"Uh, I mean..." No, there was really nowhere he could go with this, no safe way to dig himself out of the hole. He shrugged, expecting her to give him a funny look and excuse herself, but she just stood there.

Reluctantly, cautiously, he glanced up, trying to look anywhere except directly at her without making it obvious he was desperately avoiding her eyes. He suspected it wasn't a very successful attempt.

"What's up, Kate?" He gave himself a mental high five for not calling her Katie this time, but he couldn't read her expression without giving her a chance to read his, and that was... a really, really bad idea.

She tilted her head to one side, biting her lip. She looked... nervous? excited? uncertain? "So... I was thinking."

"Yeah?"

"About what you said before."

He frowned, reluctantly caught her gaze at last. "What I said about what?"

She raised that deadly eyebrow. "Maybe this is a conversation we could continue in private?"

He gaped.

The part of his brain that dealt with higher functions like speech and logic and actually having a damn clue what was going on shrugged at him. His animal hindbrain perked up and pounced on the word private like it was a juicy bone.

"'Private'?" he managed to croak out.

She smirked - actually smirked - and the hungry wolf he'd been trying to ignore for the best part of a week sat up and drooled. "Yep."

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and headed for the elevator, clearly expecting him to follow obediently. It was galling that he did exactly that without any conscious intervention from his brain.

They stood and waited in uncomfortable silence. He glanced down at Kate and then quickly looked away again when he found she was staring at him.

The elevator finally arrived and it was slightly depressing that he let her lead him in. For some reason, it seemed, she was taking charge, and he was unable to stop her. He really didn't want to examine how or why she'd managed that. He had a suspicion the conclusion would not reflect well on either his manliness or his leadership skills.

(Or, for that matter, his self-control.)

The doors closed and it was Kate who reached out after a couple of seconds and flipped the emergency brake. Gibbs tried not to feel like a deer in headlights. It was so not supposed to work this way round, but apparently she had discovered some witchcraft or alchemy that was turning his world on its head, and he was powerless to resist.

"Whaddya want, Kate?" Stupid, dangerous question. Why had he asked? Why?

"Well, like I said, I was thinking-" She looked up at him with a slight smile, and he could almost hear the alarm bells ringing somewhere in the depths of his sanity "-about what you said the other night... in the car... if I ever wanted..."

He thought back to that conversation. Oh, this was so bad. Nope, said the devil perching on his shoulder, this is good. This is great. This is absolutely fucking fantastic. "Yeah?" Even to his own ears, his voice was husky, eager.

"Did you mean it?"

Danger, danger. Say no. Say it was a joke. "Yes." Whoops.

Her smile grew wider. "Good." She stepped towards him and tilted her head up, her hands lightly clasping his biceps as she brushed a swift kiss against his lips and then murmured "Your place or mine?" against his open (shocked, stunned, delighted, gasping for air) mouth.

"Are you sure...? This is... Kate, I don't know-" Oh God, he couldn't even finish a fucking sentence. This is so embarrassing. So why was he leaning towards her, unable to stop his satisfied smirk?

"Wasn't my idea," she pointed out, with a smug grin.

His hands were on her hips and he really couldn't remember how that had happened. Kate wasn't supposed to be like this, all eager and interested and willing. She was supposed to be shocked, horrified even, leaving the question of his own self control moot because there was no way she'd even consider...

"Wanna be bad with me, Gibbs?"

~ fin ~

N/A last part, thanks to you all for reading this extremely silly story, it makes me absurdly happy that so many have read, enjoyed and found it funny :D

I won't be attempting to write a followup, I really don't have the experience or knowledge to do a good job, but I'm sure you guys can use your imaginations...