Chapter 35
I am sorry I reread Chapter 34 and caught a few mistakes. Was doing report cards on Sunday and Monday so I rushed things. Hope this chapter is better.
After Samantha texted Elena, she and Gibbs just sat looking at their yard in silence. Both were enjoying the warmer weather as well as the time together. "You sure you really want to move in here. "Gibbs asked her.
"Totally," Sam told him. "Not sure I could handle another night like last night. I want to know you are ok even if it is tough for us to be platonic until the wedding." She smirked and took his hand in hers. "Really am looking forward to seeing a gold band on that finger, Mr. Gibbs."
"Me too." Gibbs pulled her closer and put his arms around her. "You're getting cold. Let's go inside." Sam nodded and the both got up and started walking toward the door. As they were walking Gibbs pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly pushed one of the numbers of his speed dial. It took only minutes for McGee to answer. "McGee sent out the texts. She said yes. See you at 0800 tomorrow." He listened for an answer and then hung up his phone.
Samantha smiled. "You were pretty sure of yourself."
"Yep, besides it was partially McGee's idea anyway."
"Tim suggested it?"
Grabbing a cup of coffee and a diet coke Gibbs joined her on the couch. "Yep. You had him pretty rattled. When he came to get me he was white as a sheet."
"I am so sorry that I caused so much trouble." She opened her coke and leaned in next to Gibbs.
"No trouble, just concern."
"Well I really hate to be taking the team's day off just to move me two blocks."
"They will be paid well. I promised grilled steaks for dinner tomorrow night."
"Well the least I can do is fix the dessert." She smiled and then remembered something. "Well if we are having guests on my first real night in my new home, we really need to go to the store. Also, I need to check by school and make sure things are ready for the sub. Don't want Elena to have all the fun."
Gibbs chuckled. "Not sure we have much to eat here for tonight. Do you want to bring home take out, go out or cook?"
"I was just thinking about that. Abby's lunch was wonderful but my stomach is telling me it is time to eat."
"Ok, what do you feel like eating? Your favorite meal or mine."
"Well since we have to go to the store, it does not matter. We can pick up something or bring supplies to cook." She turned to look at him setting her drink. "Cooking with you is always fun."Samantha smirked remembering the last time they cooked a meal together. It ended in a flour fight.
"How about we flip for it? Heads we cook steak. Tails we pick up Mexican food." Gibbs suggested grabbing a coin from his pocket.
Samantha grabbed the coin away from him. "Let me do it, you cheat."
Gibbs just glared at her but she was right. He did sometimes cheat in her favor wanting to make her happy. Samantha tossed the coin in the air and caught it. "Heads, you win. We cook steak. You grill it on the fireplace and I will fix the side dishes and dessert." Gibbs eyed her cautiously. She seemed too excited about losing.
"Did you cheat?" he asked cautiously.
Samantha smiled at him. "Well kind of. Your grilled steak and my mother's greasy French fries really sounded good just then." She giggled at him. "Steak two days in a row is ok too."
"Ok my love. You really to head out."
"Let me grab my jacket." She left him and went up the stairs to get her jacket from the guestroom. Samantha glanced at herself in the mirror and quickly ran a brush through her hair. She then headed back downstairs. As she descended the stairs, she looked at Gibbs'. "Just had a thought. You might want to call McGee back and . . . . "She paused for effect but seeing the look of anxiety on his face she did not pause long. " No not what you are thinking. I am not having second thoughts. Just thought you might tell him to text the others and tell them we don't need them until 1200."
Gibbs gave her a questioning look. Samantha continued. "Don't think moving me will take all day." Gibbs was getting frustrated and she was teasing him. She grinned again and added. "Most of my place is packed up. Been working on it since Christmas. I knew you would either ask me to move in and I would agree or you would ask me to marry you. Really started in earnest after Valentines' day. "
Gibbs just rolled his eyes at her. "Pretty sure of yourself." He walked up to her and took her in his arms. "What would you have done if I had not asked?"
"Had a gut feeling that you were going to ask sometime."
"When did you have time?"Gibbs asked as they walked out the door. "I mean we are together most of the time."
Gibbs opened the car door for her. Samantha slid into the car. Gibbs walked around to the other side and got into the driver's side. "Really, when did you have time to pack up your house? I mean your DVD's alone had to take a week."
She smiled. "You know those nights you had to work all night or did not get in till 9 or 10 on a school night. I found time then to get most of it done." He just shook his head.
"Not sure how I am going like living with such an organized person but I bet I can get used to it." He smiled and started the car. Before he pulled out of the driveway, Gibbs grabbed his phone and called McGee. McGee was surprised two calls from the boss and not a "grab your gear". "McGee, send another text we are not starting until 1200. Seems Samantha has been a busy bee and has most of her apartment packed up." Samantha reached across and took Gibbs' phone from his hand.
"Meet us at 1130 at Juan's, "she added. "I am buying the team lunch before we get started." Tim said something Gibbs could not hear. "Really I will not have you working on my move on an empty stomach and this is the least I can do." She closed the phone not excepting no for an answer. She smiled at Gibbs as she handed him the phone. "It is the right thing to do Gibbs." Gibbs shook his head just smiled at her then pulled the car out of the driveway.
NCIS
The couple got their errands finished getting food for their evening meal and supplies for the team gathering at Gibbs' house after moving. Samantha got supplies for her mother's apple cobbler and ice cream. They had gone by school and left her desk ready for a sub and note to her class on their behavior.
Gibbs helped her carry in the groceries. He had learned long ago that she insisted on doing things for herself. She would let him hold doors and carry heavy things but she would pull her weight as she called it. "I am a Marine not a Southern Belle Gibbs." Gibbs had heard that often enough.
She was right cooking together was really special. He started a fire and got the steaks on the grill before he came into the kitchen to find her cutting up potatoes, fixing dessert for the two of them and a green salad. He walked up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. He did not have to see it to know she was smiling. "This could get to be a habit, you know. Me working in the kitchen being all domestic and you coming up behind me."
"Kind of nice isn't it." He grinned and nuzzled her neck.
"If we want to eat these potatoes with the steak grab a knife and get to cutting, Gunny."
Reluctantly he pulled away from holding her and grabbed a knife and helped her cut the potatoes, smiling the whole time. Supper was done quickly and the couple was sitting at the table enjoying the meal they prepared together. "That was fun."Samantha said between bites. "This could really get to grown on me."
"Yep. Me too." After enjoying the meal, the two settled into a routine they had come to enjoy over the last few months. Even with Gibbs having a dishwasher they both stood cleaning up after supper. Samantha was taking her turn washing and Gibbs was drying. They were just about done when Samantha got a little silly. They had just too serious she thought and grabbed then sprayer from behind the sink and sprayed him right in the face. Gibbs looked at her with a look of surprise with water dripping from his now very wet hair.
"Really," he said in a gruff voice. "So that is how it's going to be tonight." He grabbed the sprayer away from her and sprayed her firmly in the face with the warm water.
"Oh it is so on Jethro." She reached for the dish towel to wipe her face.
"Well I have the weapon. What are you going to battle with?" He smirked.
"Well there is a garden hose out back." She headed toward the back door. Gibbs got between her and the door. His hair was still dripping.
"No way lady." She walked right past him and went to the refrigerator and grabbed an ice cube. "Really, you are not going there."
She grinned and started moving toward him. "Remember I am a trained Marine, Jethro. This ice is going down the back of your shirt."
"Well, Miss Waverly I am also a trained Marine. "he smiled at her as he put the sprayer down and moved expertly toward the living room. Samantha moved trying to counter act his move. Both were smiling and really enjoying the cat and mouse game as the ice began to melt in her hand. "That thing is going to melt before you get the chance, Marine."
"Then I will put my cold hand down your back."
"Is that supposed to scare me Sam or arouse me?" She looked at him and smiled. He just eyed her. He moved toward the refrigerator to get his own ice when he looked away to open the freezer Sam pounced and dropped the partially me ice cube down his back and running away. Gibbs grabbed another piece of ice and followed her.
Samantha was standing in the living room laughing at him. As Gibbs thought to himself how much he loved her laugh and he neared her with the ice cube. "No Gibbs I was just joking. Please don't do it. You know how much I hate ice down my back."
"You started it" he growled in a playful manner. He began to move closer to her and she ran toward the couch tripping on the table leg. She fell on the couch hitting her elbow on the edge of the coffee table. Dropping the ice Gibbs rushed to her side. Samantha managed to get on the couch before Gibbs got there. "Are you alright?" he said taking her in his arms. "Sorry things got a little rough."
Samantha looked at him and started laughing. "Why are you apologizing? Is it not a sign of weakness? After all I started it."
Gibbs looked into her sparkling eyes. She was so breathtakingly beautiful his only thought at that moment was to take her in his arms and carry her up to his bedroom. "This being platonic relationship might be harder than I thought," he whispered.
"Well I don't have to move in," she giggled.
He moved to get up but decided to take a chance and take her in his arms and kiss her deeply. "Oh yes you do," he whispered. "We will manage. But until May 30th, could you not manage to be a little less beautiful?"
"Maybe," she kissed him back firmly running her hands through his hair. "If you can be a little less handsome, then I would consider it"
Jethro took her arm and checked her elbow and saw a burse beginning to form. "We need to get some ice for this," he bent over and kissed it gently.
She smiled and kissed him again. He kissed her back and they started making out again. Both of them were considering to just forget themselves when Samantha's phone rang breaking the mood. Samantha reached for her phone. Seeing the caller ID the look on her face went from the warm glow of a woman in total love to a scared child. "What's wrong?"
"My aunt," she growled. "I knew if I did not answer that email she would be calling."
"Don't answer it. You don't deserve her crap." Gibbs barked. "She upset you with the email. Why would you even consider answering her?"
"Because she will not let up until I do." The phone went to voice mail.
Gibbs sighed and whispered "Good".
"She will keep calling until I answer her. I have been working out my answer in my head. She needs to be told that she can't control me. "
"Good girl." Gibbs kissed her on the head and pulled her close. "You want to tell me about the whole thing. Why is she so controlling over you?"
Samantha gave him a half smile and headed toward the kitchen. She returned carrying two glasses and his bottle of bourbon. "Well my dear Jethro. This is going to be a long story." She poured them both a drink and snuggled into his arms. Gibbs sighed and put his arms around her.
"Ok, I am ready," he sighed taking a sip of bourbon. " Tell me about what happened."
Samantha took a sip of her drink and then a deep breath. "Promise you won't get that sniper rifle you keep downstairs and . . . . . ."