Inspiration hits in the weirdest ways at the weirdest times.
For darkmistress in the shadows who, in a weird way, inspired me to write it.
A Special Moment
He sits at his desk, silently, taking a sip of his coffee. He flips through some papers, not really reading them, just glancing at them, perusing their contents. He could draw on them if he wanted to. No one there with him would care. It's late. Virtually everyone has gone home for the night. There are no new cases tonight; nor are there any lingering ones. There are a few cold cases, but there's nothing anyone can do about them right now. New sources will arise, new leads will develop. For now, he enjoys the silence.
His watch beeps, signaling a new hour. His medical examiner had gone home hours ago. His forensics specialist had finally left around nine. He remains at the office simply because he does not feel like going home just yet, though he wonders why his team has elected to stay here with him. They should all be home, not here. There's nothing here for them to do.
He looks up from his desk at his junior agent. He has long since past the "Probie Stage" and has grown into a fine agent, though the moniker still remains. The agent's asleep. He needs to wake the young man up soon; but for now, he lets Tim sleep. It's been a long day and he's worked hard. He deserves the rest.
Heaving a heavy sigh, he looks over at his senior agent. He's pretending to do paperwork. The agent tries to stifle a yawn but fails miserably. He's come a long way since he first became an agent, especially in these last few years. He grins as he glances back and forth between him and Tim, then he chuckles softly to himself. He thinks about slapping him on the back of the head, but Tony's worked hard today. So he lets the man be…for now.
He takes another sip of his coffee and looks over at the young woman seated at the desk once occupied by a former agent of his. She is not an agent. Nonetheless, she belongs to him. It was rocky in the beginning when she first came aboard, but things have smoothed out since then. Unlike Tim And Tony, Ziva's wide-awake, working. She's also worked hard today.
The elevator dings and the door opens. Jimmy steps out, yawning. He thought the assistant medical examiner had gone home. He must have fallen asleep down in Autopsy. Ducky must have run him ragged. The young man hands him a file and yawns again. He smiles as the young man turns and walks back to the elevator. He may work for Ducky, but Jimmy's still one of his.
Gibbs leans back in his chair, coffee cup in his hands. He scans the dimly lit room, looking at his three "kids." He should tell them to go home. But he'll do that later. For now, he'll just enjoy the moment.
fin
Hope you enjoyed.
So...who watched the NCIS marathon on USA?