March 12
With you there to lift me up, I can reach for the stars.
Gibbs risked a smile as he watched Jenny potter around her kitchen. It was late in the evening, and they had both been working past their supposed leaving times. She had emerged from MTAC, seen him sitting at his desk, and offered him dinner and bourbon. He had readily agreed, aware that he would appreciate her company tonight.
Although she was tired, she had informed him she would throw together some form of food, rather than wait for takeout. He had decided to stay with her, having had firsthand experience of her cooking before. He did not want to have to call the fire department before the night was over.
She had supplied him with a glass of bourbon, sipping her own as she tried to put a few things together. He guessed she was trying to make an omelet, but it wasn't going too well. He rose from his seat to help her. They worked seamlessly together, as though they had been doing it for a lifetime. He tried to ignore the feelings this dragged up.
She sighed, staring at one of her cupboards. "I left the pepper on top," she groaned.
He stared at her for a moment. "How did you get it up there in the first place?" he queried, confused. It was definitely too high for her to reach.
"I don't know," she confessed. "But omelets are bland without pepper."
"We can survive!"
She glared at him, hands on her hips.
"Well, I can't reach it," he protested. "Seriously, did you have a giant in here?"
She turned to face the cupboard. "Give me a boost up," she demanded.
Ignoring the sensations of being so close to her, he did as she had asked. It would only result in an argument otherwise, and eventually she would win. He observed her as she happily sprinkled pepper all over the omelet. At least the pepper would mask the taste.