Disclaimer: The plot bunny may have visited me, but the characters are not mine.
Jenny waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open. It was 2230 and she was in an extremely bad mood. The accumulating snow outside had caused her to slide down her driveway, twist her ankle, and keep a death grip on her steering wheel all the way to the navy yard. Her mood had not improved since Gibbs had pulled in time to watch her fall on her butt.
Her mood had dampened even more when they had a case thrown upon them. Ever since she'd failed her first autopsy, Gibbs had drug her down to witness part of one. She hadn't thrown up since the first one, but they always made her feel a little green.
Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor as they waited for people to get on and off the elevator. She really wanted a nice cup of hot chocolate and a blanket to wrap herself up in before climbing into an oversized arm chair. Suddenly the elevators stopped and the lights went out.
"Ah, hell," she said. She heard a chuckle and glared at Gibbs.
He smiled.
She sighed before leaning up against the back wall and sliding to the floor. Resting her elbows on her shoulders, she gently massaged her temples.
"Relax Jen," Gibbs said after a while.
She glared at him. "Easy for you to say, Leroy."
He glared at her and she gave a sarcastic smile in response as he sat next to her.
"How long do you think we're going to be stuck in here?"
He looked down at his watch before looking back at her. ""Dunno. Claustrophobic?"
"No. I just fear for your safety."
He smiled. "There aren't any office supplies in here. I think I'll be fine."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure I can come up with something," she muttered.
They were quiet for a while. After an hour, Jenny had taken off her shoes and began massaging her feet. It wasn't a cup of hot chocolate and a blanket, but it still felt nice. She looked over at Gibbs who was leaning his head against the back of the elevator with his eyes shut.
"I'm bored," she said after a while.
"We're locked in an elevator," he responded. "It was bound to happen."
"Ha, ha," Jenny said as she rolled her eyes before looking at her watch and suppressing a yawn. 0200. "Do you think we're getting out of here tonight?"
"Why? Do you have somewhere pressing to be?" He still hadn't opened his eyes, but she could hear some hidden emotion in his voice. Annoyance? Frustration?
She shook her head. "No, I was just hoping to go home today."
He shrugged. "Probably not going to happen."
She signed and leaned her head back against the elevator wall before closing her eyes. "Think we'll get tomorrow off?"
She heard him snort. "Nope."
"Damn," she said before exhaustion took over and she slumped against his shoulder.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her face was peaceful and devoid of all the frustration she'd held in all day. Her breathing had evened out and she finally looked relaxed.
He looked at her shoes on the floor in front of them. He'd been certain she'd have blamed him at some point for their current situation, but she hadn't. The only thing she'd done is call him Leroy. Something that usually got on his nerves, but hadn't bothered him when she'd said it.
He shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about that.
She made a soft noise and shifted around uncomfortably. A soft smile made its way to the surface as he maneuvered his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled in closer to him. Then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep hoping the maintenance crew could wait until the morning.
AN: I needed some fluff because it was snowing…again. I don't know what I'll do it the snow doesn't go away soon… Anyway, thanks for reading!