A/N: Thanks to LeeBug for these words!!
And I have recently become aware that these are not so much drabbles as they are short stories, my apologies, but I'm trying to fix it!
Technology
She smiled and watched with amusement as he continued to struggle with his computer. All of the sudden a loud beeping noise roared through the bull pen and Gibbs jumped. Jenny struggled to keep from bursting with laughter and drawing attention to herself. His hands flew out and started rubbing and then shaking the screen as if that would make the annoying noise go away. Finally he lost the ability to care about the stupid computer and just shoved it off the other side of the desk.
She gasped at his sudden action and everything was silent except the last whir of the dying computer.
"Technology problems Jethro?"
He looked guiltily up at her. "No… It, uh…. fell."
"I'm sure it did."
Cats
She had begged and pleaded, gave a rational argument and nearly thrown a fit in the middle of the pet store. But he didn't budge. There was no way they were getting a cat. He loved his boat way too much to let it become a scratching post.
Pain
He cringed and watched as the small hands continued their evil crusade on the wood. No matter how many times he gently reminded her to go with the grain it never seemed to sink into her inebriated brain that she was doing it wrong.
She re-adjusted the sander and moved to take another swipe at the innocent beam when he stepped in.
Watching a drunken Jen sand the boat was just far too painful.
Bright
A bright light swept through the fogged up window and seemed to land directly in Jen's eyes. Only when she realized what that light was did she panic.
This was no good. In fact, this was career endingly horrible. Her mind was in overdrive trying to find a fitting excuse for why the Director of an agency would be caught in the back seat of a car with one of her agents.
Sturdy (Honestly I'm not sure how this one got so long…)
This was war. War fueled by lust and pent up sexual tension that he was sure the whole building was choking on. He normally didn't notice when the bullpen would seemingly freeze during the intense stare down matches that cracked between her spot on the landing and his desk when things that day had gone awry for one of them. But today it seemed to be the main event of NCIS headquarters. Naturally, they used each other as a scapegoat and everyone around them scattered like ants at the first stirrings of their fights, afraid that they would be crushed by the giant evil child that was the Director's and Agent Gibbs' combined tempers.
Those were his favorite kind of days; when probie agents called in all their favors and prayed to whatever god they could before taking their problems to the likes of Gibbs or Director Shepard. By her actions this morning, today was going to be similar. A small disagreement had turned snarky and sarcastic between two very tired and impatient people. Somewhere in the middle of their minor argument she had decided that this could be fun; riling him up through whatever means necessary just to watch the way his fists curled up as he strode angrily out of her office.
She smirked as her door slammed shut, easily shifting into an angry persona before yanking it open again and stomping out surprisingly fast in her heels toward her target.
"Agent Gibbs I expect you to show me respect, and by me I mean my office door as well." She bellowed just loud enough to catch the eyes and ears of everyone within throwing distance, but not loud enough to be obnoxious.
He stopped; hand still on the railing as he turned around. She noted the way his jaw muscles clenched and she inwardly laughed; this was way too easy.
"Yes Director." He said tightly before all but jumping down the stairs. Left standing on the catwalk, she took her time to sweep her eyes over the squad room and silently get the agents who had stopped to watch the spectacle back to work. Satisfied in her acting abilities she returned to the sanctuary of her office to do her job, and if her efforts proved fruitful, scheme.
He didn't quite understand why she had picked him as a pawn in her game, but he knew the next time he walked into her office he wouldn't be able to contain himself and she would win.
He really hoped that desk was as sturdy as it looked.
Kiss
K is for kryptonite. Her kisses melted him and he had no other choice but to do her evil bidding.
I- I is for ignitable. She could turn into a flame as red hot as her hair with one well planned, well placed kiss.
S- S is for secretive. It was always a mystery, even to her, when he would corner her somewhere and viciously attack her mouth.
S- S is for surplus. He always seemed to have a never-ending amount of enticing kisses waiting for her.
Vodka (I enjoy writing Stephanie in…. don't ask why. I don't have an answer.)
It was Moscow. It was cold and definitely not somewhere he wanted to be. Stephanie hated it as much as he did, if not more, but she had decided to stand tall at her husband's side throughout his assignment in Russia. And since it was Russia, Vodka seemed to be a staple in their alcohol cabinet.
Stephanie would always be Vodka to him, and Jenny would always be Bourbon.
Deep (You should know what this is about. I hope.)
She thought she had known him.
She had explored his body and made note of every scar and freckle. She had coaxed him to talk about things. She had been privy to his thoughts. She had thought she knew him down deep.
But apparently she didn't know him well enough to know one of the biggest aspects of him, what made him so driven and sometimes dark.
He hadn't cared to share the secret that had once been his whole world, and probably still was.
And if she didn't know him completely, she didn't know anything about him.
That's just how he was; you knew him deeply or you didn't know him at all.
Collide/Collision (this one was fun : P)
Recipe for Disaster :
One Jennifer Shepard, nose in a file, briskly treading on the catwalk towards the elevator,
Plus,
One Jethro Gibbs parading up the stairs like he owned the place, expecting everyone to move out of his way like the Red sea for Moses, while simultaneously gawking at the very red-light behavior unfolding between his agents in the bull pen,
Mix well with pointed fingers and raised voices; throw in a dash of lecture on safety from Ducky and a few sprinkles of corny DiNozzo jokes,
And you have a NCIS collision to go down in the history books!
