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Day Three: Watching a Movie
Timeline: Married
Gibbs slammed the front door behind him, shutting out the winter cold and grumbling to himself as he brushed off slushy snow from his shoulders. He stamped his feet on the mat and pulled a bottle of wine from the inside of his jacket before he took it off and hung it up with his scarf. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled his toes, trying to thaw them.
"Jen?" he called gruffly.
He heard some footsteps, and she came out of the basement with a lantern, licking her lips.
"Is it getting worse?" she asked warily.
He nodded.
"Think I probably shoulda hit the grocery store 'stead of the liquor store," he said wryly.
She grinned. They had bad weather warnings - and it had been snow-sleeting pretty threateningly all day. She had made a joke that they damn well better get some wine in the house if they were going to be locked in, which he knew was a veiled order for him to go get some red wine - which he did.
"We got bread and milk?" he asked.
"What are you, some over-anxious housewife from Alabama?" Jenny snorted. She shrugged. "We got frozen food and a wood-burning fire, we're fine," she laughed.
Gibbs glared at her.
She shrugged.
"Worse comes to worse, I'll strap some tennis rackets on you and you can mush to the General Store or somethin'," she joked.
He rolled his eyes and held out the bottle of wine. She took it, and went to uncork it, while he went in to get the fire started again - Jenny didn't like to mess with it, so it had burned to a dull, though still warm, ember while he was gone.
"Where's Malarkey?" he asked loudly.
"Asleep in Kelly's old room," Jenny answered in a muffled voice. "I knocked something over in the basement and it scared him; he bolted."
"What did'ya break?"
"Nothing," she retorted. "I was snooping," she added bluntly.
She came into the living room with two full wine glasses balanced in one hand, and the bottle in her other. She nodded to the television, which had more wires coming from it than usual.
"No power, snowy nights," she said, sitting down gingerly on the couch and pushing aside the bottle. "Kelly told me there was an old VHS and some tapes in the basement. I found it."
Gibbs glanced over and observed the hook-up. He grinned, and nodded.
"There was also a fucking retainer in the box," Jenny added distastefully.
"Dammit, Kelly told me she lost that," Gibbs grunted.
"Gross, Jethro."
He rolled his eyes and got up, walking over next to her and folding his arms.
"What're we watching?" he asked.
She tilted her head up, and pointed to the box.
"There's a lot of stuff in that box," she sad, and she paused, leaning forward. She picked up something on the table and held it up, her knuckles paling.
He sat down next to her and squinted. It was an, well-loved old copy of Aladdin, Kelly's from when she was very young. He took it, and Jenny took a long sip of her wine.
"Will you watch it with me?"
He arched a brow.
"I know we got more'n kids films," he said.
She licked her lips.
"I know, I saw them," she said grittily, and tilted her head. "I want to watch this, but I can't watch it alone."
He started to ask her why, and closed his mouth - must have been a favorite of Peter's, then. He nodded, and got up, dragging up old memories of how to set up the electronics to work, and set the television on the correct input.
He sat back down as Disney's faithful logo bounced across the screen, and Jenny curled up next to him, resting her head against his chest. He took his glass of wine and rested his arm lazily on the side of the couch. Jenny yawned, and clamped her teeth down on her class. She sighed - he thought she was going to change her mind - she did that sometimes, when it came to Peter - but she just snorted and said -
"This movie is so goddamn offensive to Arabs."
-alexandra