Disclaimer: Hoping to get the dvds for Christmas. Then I might actually own something important.
The day had finally ended for Lizzy. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Gibbs had seemed overly agitated today, with good reason. She should have told him how she felt about the whole situation this morning before they left. But her body had just kept pushing for more. And she had given in. Probably all of Gibbs women gave in that easily but there was just something about those eyes. And the hands. And the hair. All right, so there was little about him that wasn't attractive. She wondered at what point all the others had jumped ship. Did he not pay them enough attention? Maybe it was the whole single word conversation thing that broke the marriages. Maybe they just wanted too much. Gibbs was not a man to be pushed or pestered. She had had three years to decide how a relationship with Gibbs would go if she ever got the chance. She had paid attention to the comments made about the ex wives, the ex girlfriends. And still, here she was with the silver platter in front of her and she was at a loss. She glanced sideways to see if he was still brooding. Ok, so the green M & M's might have been a little much but it was so worth the look on his face. She smiled to herself. Suddenly a voice came from out of nowhere, startling her right out of her chair.
"Something funny, Agent Edwards?" Gibbs asked, as he caught her before she hit the ground.
She stood up and straightened her shirt, looking over to see if McGee had been watching. Not only had he been watching but he had been recording. No doubt it was already being sent to all members of the team. Damn, she thought. I'll have to remember the superglue tomorrow. If there was anything she had learned from Tony, it was that absolutely anything was funnier with superglue, especially when it came to McNerdstrom.
"No boss, just smiling because the day's over," she said as she adjusted her chair and sat back down. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Was there something else you needed, sir?" she asked, tilting her face to look at him.
He growled. "Don't call me sir."
"Well then, sugar daddy, if there's nothing else…. I'm heading home." She turned to look at McGee. He tried to pretend he wasn't listening but she could hear his fingers furiously texting every word she said.
"How bout a ride, McGee?" she asked, knowing full well he would refuse. He had just sent that amusing video to all of their coworkers. There was no way he would let her ride in a car with him where there would be no witnesses. He shook his head and grabbed his gear. He didn't even stop long enough for the elevator doors to open, deciding the stairs might be quicker. She stood then and pulled her hoodie over her head. Her ponytail got caught and she pulled out the scrunchie. The layers fell across her back and she ran her hands through it a few times, trying to get the kinks out. She felt Gibbs eyes on her and turned to face him.
"So how bout that ride?" she asked, grabbing her backpack. "Or are you gonna make me walk?"
He stood and grabbed his own bag. He probably should make her walk, he thought. But if he was truly being honest with himself, he wanted to be with her again tonight. He knew it was wrong. He knew that he would end up leaving her or she would leave because of him. That's what the second "B" was for, right? He couldn't see this being any better than his last relationship. Hollis had wanted a commitment. A reason to stick around. He hadn't been able to give her one. So if he ended this tonight with Lizzy, he would still be a bastard but his life would be back to normal. She was young, she'd bounce back, he thought. She didn't need to be wasting time in a relationship with him when she could have something a lot more meaningful with someone else. He could offer her good coffee in the morning and a warm bed at night but that was it. None of the others had understood. He had tried it. He had tried it three times thinking that maybe the next one would be different. But they had all been the same. They didn't appreciate the role the job had in his life. They didn't appreciate that he needed his own time. That it was ok to leave him alone every once in a while. Maybe that's what he needed. Maybe he needed someone that understood the job. Maybe Rule # 12 wasn't such a great rule after all. He turned to ask if she was ready to go but found the bullpen empty. Great, he thought. So lost in my own brain, she got a ride with someone else. He turned off his desk lamp and headed to the elevator.
She was waiting for him when he reached his car. Leaning with her back against the passenger door, head tilted back, eyes shut. "What took you so long, Agent Gibbs?" she asked, never opening her eyes as he approached her. "Something on your mind?"
"Yea. Green M & M's. Get in."
She waited for the lock to click and opened her door. She slid inside just as he started it up. She buckled her seatbelt, knowing full well that Mr. Nascar was in the driver's seat today. She watched him as he drove. His hands kept twisting around the steering wheel. There was something on his mind. Something eating at him. He was tense. She should say something but what was there to say. Ok, so there was plenty to say but they would have their time to talk. The silence continued until they reached her house. She had inherited her dad's house after he passed away. It was a beautiful log home that wasn't too big but had always seemed just right. He had built it for her mother and she had adored it.
The car came to a stop in front of her garage. For a split second she wondered if Gibbs was coming in. He made no move to put the car in park so she grabbed her bag and opened the door. She wanted to say something, but again she came up at a loss. She got out and Gibbs put the car in reverse and backed into the turnaround spot. She started to walk to the side door of the house but realized she still could hear the car motor running. He's just waiting to see that I make it inside safe, she thought. But when she turned around to wave, she saw Gibbs just sitting in his seat, with his head against the headrest. All of a sudden he snapped forward and slammed his hand against the steering wheel a couple of times. She knew that feeling. It had been coursing through her veins all day as well. She set her bag next to the door and slowly walked over to the car. She approached his side and stood, staring in at him. She reached out and opened the door, leaned inside, and reached for the gearshift. She threw it up into park, turned the switch in the ignition and tucked the keys into the front pocket of her hoodie. He turned his head to look at her, their faces only inches apart.
What was he still doing here, he thought. Ok, so he was supposed to be ending it. He was supposed to be practicing the words to say in his head. He had wasted the entire ride. He could have grown a bigger set of balls and ended it in the car. But no, he had waited. Now here he was, in her driveway, in his car, his face inches from hers and God help him, he didn't want it to end. She probably though he was a jackass. And she would be right. But as she inched her lips closer, closer, the thoughts running through his mind disappeared. She met his lips for only a second before backing out of the car. He got out of the car and before she could get away again, he pressed her against the car and pressed his lips to hers. He tasted her lips, her tongue, and finally pressed kisses to her neck. She reached down and hooked her fingers in his belt loops. When he brought his face up to look at her, she spoke.
"So you liked the green M & M's, huh?" she asked, trying to keep a grin from spreading across her face.
"Ya think, Agent Edwards?"
She smiled, gave him a quick kiss and pulled away from him. They walked to the house. She dropped her bag on the couch as they entered the living room. Gibbs let go of her long enough to take off his coat and then he captured her again. This time the kiss was slow and deep. She backed him to the couch and pushed him down. She yanked her sweatshirt off and he reached out to her, pulling her down. She straddled him and her arms went around his neck. Their lips met in a crushing kiss that was nothing short of frenzied. It was an invasion, a struggle for control. She broke off the kiss only to refocus her attention on the small area of exposed skin at the top of his shirt collar. She slowly undid the first button of his shirt. Then the second. Every button that was undone revealed more of the raw masculine flesh she knew was under it all. His skin was hot under her lips. He could barely breathe much less think coherent thoughts. All she was doing was kissing him. On his chest. With her hot breath lingering after each one. How did I ever go without this, he thought.
"The bedroom?" he asked, his voice rasping with desire.
She pulled back to look at him, arching an eyebrow. "You're not an adventurous man, Jethro? No kitchen table? No bearskin rug?"
"Later," he said as he grabbed her around the waist and stood. "Later we will be adventurous. Now we will find the bedroom."
She couldn't help herself. It was out of her mouth before she had time to stop herself. "Would it help if I left a trail of M & M's?" she said, not even trying to hide her laugh. He gave her a wry grin and pulled her to him, hard. Her face was inches from his.
"The bedroom Agent Edwards," he said in a low growl, then paused. "Please?"
"Walk this way, Agent Gibbs," she said as she sashayed up the stairs to the loft bedrooms. Gibbs shook his head as he watched her.
"Ain't no way I can walk like that," he said as he followed her up the stairs and in to he bedroom where she was already stripping clothes. "Ain't no way in hell."
***
They lay on their sides, naked, facing one another with only a sheet covering them both. All other pillows and bed coverings had been lost in the frenzy. And the aftermath. Gibbs stared at Lizzy, knowing that he had screwed it up again. He had let his libido get the better of him, again. If he wasn't careful he was gonna start creating a pattern here. He could think of a million reasons why this wasn't going to work out and very few why it would. He leaned over to kiss her as her fingers traced over his chest.
"So what are we up to now, a quarter?" she asked, pulling him to her.
"A quarter?"
"For your thoughts. We're up to a quarter now, right?"
He laughed and kissed her again, running his hand the length of her body. Damn she felt good, he thought. His hand came back up to tangle in her hair.
"God, I love your hair," he said as he brushed a few wayward strands out of her face.
"That's what you were thinking?" she said giving him a curious look.
"Well, that's one of the things…" he said.
"And the other?"
"I was thinking now would be a good time for a drink," he said, sliding to the edge of the bed.
"Good thinking. Get dressed."
"Dressed?"
She got up off the bed and started searching for her panties. And her bra. And his boxers, which she threw at him while talking.
"I keep the good stuff in the garage," she said as she pulled on a pair of sweats and a Redskins tee. She walked over to stand next to him as he finished dressing. She rested her hands on his hips and stood on tip toes, looking him straight in the eyes. She stared for a full minute before backing away. He wondered what she had been searching for and wondering more if she had found it. She grabbed his hand and led him downstairs. At the bottom of the steps she turned left and pulled him through the kitchen to a door. The door led to a short, enclosed hallway that led to another door. "Mom had to use a wheelchair towards the end and so Dad built this so she could come and be with him in the garage when he was working on his boats," she explained. Lizzy opened the second door and they stepped into an old wooden structure. "It's not much but Dad loved it. He spent any time that he wasn't at work in here."
Gibbs let go of her hand and slowly walked around the garage, picking up random tools, inspecting the large array of ships in bottles that lined the shelves. He heard the familiar sound of nails and screws hitting a work bench. He turned to see Lizzy reaching into the depths of one of the numerous cubby holes above the bench and extracting two shot glasses. He couldn't help but think that the glasses seemed a little small for his taste. Aw hell, Jethro, he thought. You can always have more than one.
He looked around for a chair and found an empty 5 gallon bucket that he promptly turned over and set on the floor. He found a second one just as he heard a thump behind him. He saw Lizzy out of the corner of his eye come to a full standing position on the work table.
"What the hell are you doing. Lizzy?"
She smiled at him as she opened the top cabinet door above her, stood on her tippy toes and reached to the back. She slowly brought out a single mason jar. No label, no markings. Gibbs walked over to stand next to the work bench and looked up at her. She handed him the jar, which he carefully set on the table next to him. He turned to help Lizzy down but she was already standing beside him. Gibbs picked up the jar and examined it.
"Is this what I think it is, Agent Edwards?" he said, raising an eyebrow as he attempted to open the lid.
"It ain't no Gin and Tonic, if that's what you're thinking," she said, smiling as she took the jar from him and grabbed a screwdriver. She tapped on the edges and gave it a twist. He grabbed the shot glasses and they moved to the buckets. She opened the jar and held it to her nose. She loved the smell of peaches. She filled each glass to the top and set the jar on the floor, not sure if Gibbs would be able to handle second shot. They clinked glasses and took the shot. Hers went down smooth as silk. Years of taste testing experience. Gibbs tried his damndest to make it look good but he sputtered and choked and coughed. She grinned and held up the bottle. "Wanna try again?"