Pairing: Nathan Stark/Jack Carter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Approx. 450
Prompt: When they weren't the sheriff and the scientist. NCIS.
Disclaimer: Just playing, don't own.
A/N- Part of a series (Part two)
II.
Blaring music assaults his ears as he exits the elevator; he doesn't flinch like he used to though. It's amazing what one can get used to over the course of a couple of months.
Because that's how long it's been since the Director of NCIS called him in and offered him a team. They're a little rough around the edges, but they've come a long way since then.
The doors to the lab slide open and the volume increases.
Jack grins as he spots the scientist bent over some expensive looking equipment and oblivious to his arrival.
He walks over silently, taking the moment to watch the parts of the scientist that the lab coat isn't hiding. The curly brown hair, strong arms with the sleeves pushed up; strong jaw and amused green eyes watching his silent assessment. Damn.
"Morning Carter." Nathan smirks at him.
Jack doesn't blush though, just returns the smirk and leans against the desk next to him.
"What can I do for you?" The way Nathan says it brings images to Jack's mind but he pushes them to the side for the moment. He came down here for a reason.
"Did you get the lab report, Stark?" Nathan scowls lightly at him; he's told Jack repeatedly to call him Nathan, but until he starts calling Jack by his first name, Jack's not going to call him by his.
"Yeah, right here." He hands Jack a folder, watching as he flips through it. "The residue was tobacco. Easy stuff."
Jack takes another look at the sheet, and then closes the folder. They'd already figured it'd been tobacco and had their suspect stewing in one of the interrogation rooms. The guy could wait a little while longer.
"Is that it?" Nathan asks, turning back to his fancy microscope thing that probably cost more than Jack's car.
"Nope," Jack grips Nathan's wrist lightly and spins him around until the other man is facing him. "We're going to get some lunch." He informs him, watching pleased as green eyes widen minutely in confusion.
The confusion melts away to a sly smirk as Nathan makes no move to pull away from the grasp.
"Why Agent Carter, are you asking me on a date?"
"It looks like I am." Jack grins back. There had been something about the scientist that had caught his interest the moment he had met him. "So, what do you say?"
"Give me ten minutes," Nathan slides his wrist free from Jack and turns back to his machine before adding as an after thought. "Jack."
His grin widens and he heads towards the doors.
"I'll hold you to that, Nathan." He calls over his shoulder as he exits the room and heads for the elevators.