Title: Fix
Rating: T to be safe
Spoilers: Doppelgänger – sort of. Can you spot the reference? ;)
Author's Note: From Chirugal's 2010 Hiatus Week 2 prompt "Fix".
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except what I write. NCIS and all its characters, plots, and quotes are all Mr. Bellisario's…I just play with them every now and then.
"Gibbs?"
"Yeah, Abbs, it's me." He could hear her settling back into his ancient sofa. "Whatcha doin' here?" Not that he wasn't glad she was there…coming back to the house when she was there was almost like coming home.
"Escaping the exterminators at my apartment." Even in the dim lighting – she has got to get him some decent lightbulbs - she could see his raised eyebrows as he came into the living room. "Apparently my neighbors found a whole family of giant cockroaches under the sink – I mean like really ginormous ones – and they freaked out, so the exterminators are spraying all the apartments, and they were running behind, so they hadn't gotten to my place before I came home, and the smell was really hinky – think Raid but like a hundred times worse – and –"
He cut her off mid-ramble, and quite a ramble it was shaping up to be. "Got it, Abbs. Need to stay the night? I'll make up the guest room." As he moved past the couch on his way to the stairs, he saw the reason she was rambling so spectacularly. "Green ice cream? You mix that with your Caf-Pows and your stomach will think it's Christmas." He dodged the pillow she threw at him.
"It's pistachio, Gibbs – and, technically, it's gelato, not ice cream. See? Gelato has a different consistency." She waved the mostly-empty container under his nose. "After this case, I realized I hadn't anything pistachio-ish in ages, so I stopped by the store on my way here and got a tub. Anyway, it'sgot less butterfat than regular ice cream – maybe that's why Italians stay so thin…I'll have to ask Tony – and that causes it to –"
He quite effectively stopped this ramble by kissing a little drip of gelato off the corner of her mouth.