Jan 15
How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire!
Belva Plain
The catwalk outside MTAC was an intriguing spot. On the one hand, it was good to stand up there and spy on the squad room. On the other, most people forgot they could be seen as they stood up there spying on everyone else.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs knew it came down to an odd human trait; the inability to look upwards. Most of the time, the vast majority of people focused on the floor or whatever was right in front of them. But they missed out.
He was busy people-watching from his desk; he would never admit to himself that he focused on her on purpose. His team were nose-deep in paperwork and silent only because they realized how far behind they were, knowing from experience that he would not let them leave until they finished, which could well be all night if they did not get a move on. So they scurried about their work while he spied upon such a beautiful creature.
The redhead was absorbed in the files she rested against the railing, her reading glasses perched primly on the end of her nose. The conservative sharp black skirt only served to accentuate her calves, the crisp oxford shirt hinted at what was hidden beneath and her impossibly high heels could kill a man in more than one way. The soft curls in her shoulder-length crimson tresses cast an air of vulnerability around her. Her lips were coated in a shade of red that ought to have been indecent. Her emerald eyes glimmered from a distance. It was all he could do to stop himself from stalking up there, grabbing her and –
"Boss?"
Gibbs forced himself to focus on McGee, who stood in front of him wearing a nervous expression. "I'm just off to get coffee. Would you like me to bring you one?"