Disclaimer: Still can't even afford the dvds. Again, I own nothing.
The coffee machine was waiting with a full pot when they entered the kitchen. Gibbs reached in the cabinet and pulled out two cups. She gave a slight cough and he turned to look at her. She raised one eyebrow. He reached over and picked up the cup that he had set in front of her and returned it to the cupboard. He poured the coffee and returned the pot to its place. He retrieved the newspaper from the front bushes and motioned her upstairs, coffee in hand. They reached the bedroom and he set the coffee on the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed, scanning the front page.
"We're going to be getting a phone call," he said as he handed her the paper. A marine's face stared back at her. She read through the article quickly, wondering how the press had found out before they did. She handed the paper back and reached for the coffee.
"You make one helluva cup of coffee. Anyone ever tell you that?" she asked, taking another sip.
"Yea. But I don't think they meant it as a compliment."
She laughed and walked over to her rucksack. She pulled out a pair of cargo pants and a long sleeved t-shirt. She dug to the bottom for bra and panties and grabbed her travel bag from the front pocket.
"I guess I'm gonna hit the shower," she said, gathering her things slowly, giving him time to join her if he wanted. Which clearly he didn't, since his eyes never left the paper. He just mumbled and sipped the coffee. She shrugged her shoulders and walked to the adjoining bathroom.
Wow, nice digs, she thought. She hadn't paid any attention the night before. They had been busy with other pursuits and had only used the bathroom briefly. She hadn't given it a second glance. The shower was big enough for…. Well it was big enough. With a large see-through glass door and wait… was that? It was. She almost let out a moan. Pulsating shower heads. She lost count at six. It didn't even matter there was a whirlpool tub or a large vanity. The man knew how to live. She wondered which ex wife had forced him into purchasing that shower. She needed to find out and thank her.
She reached into the cabinet for a towel and washcloth, surprised at how many were actually in there. The man had one for every day of the week. He probably didn't have to do laundry for weeks at a time. She started the water and let it run while she undressed. She opened the glass door, which was now foggy from steam and stepped inside. An actual moan escaped her lips this time. The water came from every direction and pounded against her body. The water wetted her hair and she reached for shampoo she didn't have. Damn, she thought. She used a small amount of Gibbs shampoo and soap. The shampoo rinsed out of her hair, and the soap off her body, she closed her eyes and let the water melt her. She inhaled and the Gibbs scent descended on her. She started thinking about the night before. How had boat repairs turned into…this? She remembered how slow it had started out and how frantic it had ended up. He had wanted to go slow. He had told her as much. But it had quickly become a fight for control. Not over who would be on top, but who could hold out the longest. It had only taken a few short thrusts and they had both admitted defeat. But after that, she thought, it was something out of a slut novel. She had her tricks and he certainly had had his. The whole M & M thing was interesting. They melt in your mouth, not in your… And then she heard it. The very smallest of creaks, and she knew that he had entered the room. She waited, her heart pounding, adrenaline rushing. And the glass door opened. She turned around and smiled at him as he stepped in.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were joining me," she said as she slid her arms up around his neck, stepping closer to his nakedness.
"Well…, you know…, if we share a shower, we save water," he said, a grin snaking across his face.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, environmentalist and water conservationist. Whod've known?" she said matching his smile with her own.
"I'll do you one better."
She looked up at him and caught the twinkle in his eyes. She probably oughta run for the hills now.
"If I turn the water to cold," he winked at her, "we can make our own heat"
With that, he reached behind her and hit the knob and ice water came out of every jet available. She wanted to scream. She wanted to bolt. But here she was again, in his arms and suddenly, the cold didn't seem so cold.
She leaned into him and began kissing his neck, nipping and licking. His arms moved around her waist and he turned the knob back to heat. He backed her to the wall and captured her lips. He needed her again. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. He had only meant to get in the shower to tease her, not torture himself. Which is what he was feeling. Like a prisoner, shackled and chained. What was happening to him? They had to be at work in less than an hour. The phone call had come. Normally he relished in his work. It was a way to get by. Get through. Plus it meant that he got to see her. Her, who was now in his arms, in his shower, licking the water droplets off his earlobe.
He didn't want to think about work. The team would know. They knew everything. They picked up on vibrations that wouldn't even set off the Richter scale. How the hell did he expect them to miss something like this? The night before had been more than incredible. Was there even a word for something like that? He wondered how he should bring up the subject of work. They had to talk about it. They'd avoided it all night. But she didn't seem all that concerned with talking at the moment. Her hands were roaming his body, just like the night before. He reached down and lifted her until her legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed her harder against the wall for leverage. Where was this strength coming from? He was glad he had thought enough to install handles in this shower because it was looking like they were finally going to come in handy.
***
The shower ended and they dressed, realizing how little time the actually had left before the reality of the day took over. Gibbs came up behind her while she was packing up her bag. His arms slowly slid around her waist and he dropped a kiss on her neck.
"You could leave that here."
"I could," she said as she continued to stuff her belongings in the rucksack.
He gave her neck one more light kiss and headed downstairs. He checked to make sure the light in the basement was off and went to the kitchen to hit the power switch on the coffee maker. His stomach growled. He opened the fridge doors and leaned in for a look. He frowned. Take out containers cluttered the inside. There has to be something edible, he thought. He checked his watch and sighed. He shut the fridge door and turned around when he heard her coming down the steps.
"You ready?" she said as he came to stand in front of her.
"That sounds a little like a Freudian slip," he said as he leaned down to kiss her. She met his lips. "After you," he said as he opened the door.
They stopped for coffee and Lizzy waited in the car while Gibbs went after their breakfast of champions. He walked quickly back to the car, java in hand.
"Tony called. He said we should just meet him at the crime scene. Or lack thereof."
"Do I want to know?" he asked, handing her the coffee as he started the car.
"Probably not."
***
By the time they made it back to the office it was nearing noon. Gibbs sent McGee to deliver and help sort crime scene evidence with Abby. No sooner had they reached the bullpen than Tony and Ziva started arguing about lunch. And Lizzy… where had she gone, Gibbs thought. So far no one had suspected anything but they had stayed as far away from each other at the crime scene as possible. It didn't stop him from watching her, though. The way she stood when taking notes, the way her hips moved when she walked, the fact that her beautiful tresses were locked away under that damn ballcap. He sat at his desk, turning his own hat over in his hands. He must have looked a little funny because he noticed the bickering had stopped and Tony and Ziva were both staring at him.
"I hope you're looking at me like that because you have something for me," he growled. They jumped into action.
"Uh, sure thing, Boss," Tony said, looking completely unsure of himself. "I found out that the cell phone we found is registered to a guy by the name of…"
And Tony's words were lost as Lizzy came striding into the bullpen. He tried not to look. Tried to focus on what Tony was saying. She walked to her desk and sat down, switching on her computer. She apparently was having no trouble focusing. How can that be, Gibbs thought. Less than 24 hours ago, she was underneath me. I was underneath her. He shook his head, as if that would un-jumble the thoughts rolling around in it. Lizzy's voice floated into his head.
"What was that cell number, Tony? I'll set up a trace and see if it has a GPS chip."
"Umm, not sure…gimme a minute." Tony said scratching his head and fumbling with the keypad on the phone.
"Toss it here," Lizzy said, turning in her chair. Tony look relieved. "And if you're ordering food…"
She was cut off midsentence by Gibbs. "Nobody's ordering food until I get some answers. More that just a name on a cell phone," he said as he stood and walked around his desk, heading for the hallway.
"Actually Boss it was the name of the guy who owned the cell phone not a name in the phone…" Tony said but his voice trailed off as he noticed Gibbs walking away as he finished his sentence.
"Wow," Ziva said, shaking her head. "He is like a turkey with a sore butt, yes?"
"Actually, that's bear with a sore ass, Ziva my darling," Tony said as he sat back down at his desk.
In the men's bathroom, Gibbs was pacing. This is why, he thought. Dammit, this is why there are rules. Rules to be followed, not shit on. And that's exactly what he and Lizzy had done. Last night. In his bed. In his shower. Over and over again. He leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes. He saw her jogging backwards, laughing. He saw her wrapped in his sheets, resting against the headboard of his bed, hair undone .This wasn't going to work. He wanted to make it work but how? He was a self proclaimed bastard. He had married and divorced enough times to know the signs. A hot attraction to a quickie ceremony to an even quicker divorce. The famous Gibbs gut. What was it telling him now? It had to end. Today. Now. No, not now. Not here. Later. He just had to make it through the day. Just a few more hours. He took a deep breath and glanced in the mirror. He sucked in his gut and turned sideways. Not bad for a sugar daddy.
He strode out to the bullpen. He rounded the corner and saw Ziva talking on the phone, with what was fast becoming a look of frustration on her face. Tony was at Lizzy's desk, staring at her computer. Gibbs sat at his desk , about to bark out an order when he noticed color. Green M & M's were dotted along his desk in what looked like an outline of a woman's body. He gulped. Damn that woman. He slowly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. Everyone was still intent on the task at hand. He stared at the candy. It stared back. He remembered how he had dotted her skin with them. He had enjoyed making them disappear. He was picking them up when a shadow cast over the desk.
"You know Boss, you really shouldn't hold them like that." McGee said, staring down at him. "You know the saying…"
Gibbs looked up
"Well, what I mean is that… what I'm trying to say is…" McGee stuttered.
"Yea?" Gibbs said
"Well they're M & M's, sir. They melt in your mouth, not in your…hand."
"Yea. I got that, McGee."
"I didn't know you liked M & M's, Boss," Tony said as he came to stand next to McGee.
"I don't," he said spinning around to dump them in the trash but not before he caught the twinkle in Lizzy's eye.
"What color were they, Boss. Because the green ones, you know, make you—"and he caught the look in his bosses eye and decided to rephrase. "They make your tongue turn green," he finished with a smile.
"That is funny," Ziva said as she came to stand next to her partners. "I have always heard that that they make you horny."
Tony shot her a death stare, McGee's face turned a pretty pink, and Gibbs choked on the sip of coffee he had just taken. They all looked at one another and bolted for their desks.
Lizzy was the only one brave enough to approach the snarling beast.