[NCIS/Stargate: Drabble] "Reunion Safety" [Bishop/Mitchell, G]
Title: Reunion Safety
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: writerverse phase 21, challenge 36 prompts 03 NCIS & 04 dove gray
Word Count: 229
Rating: G
Fandom: NCIS/Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Ellie Bishop/Cam Mitchell
Setting: part of my Highly Classified verse
Summary: “You seem a little twitchy.”
Reunion Safety
“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Ellie. “You seem a little twitchy.”
Cam made an effort to keep his hands still as she pinned the nametag to the lapel of his suit jacket. “Sorry. Sorry, I-” He glanced around the entranceway and lowered his voice. “The last time I was at a high school reunion, intergalactic bounty hunters tried to kill me.”
“I know,” she said. “I already asked Abby to tap into the George Hammond’s sensors while she’s in orbit, and keep an eye out for us.”
“You did? I love you.”
Ellie grinned. “I know that, too. Now, c’mon, let’s go show my graduating class how hot my boyfriend is.”
“Oh, is that your angle?” laughed Cam. “In that case, you should have let me wear my uniform.”
“I debated it,” she admitted. “But I didn’t have anything to match Air Force dress blues, or enough time to buy a new dress.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t, then,” said Cam, running his fingers over the dove gray velvet at her hips. “Because this dress is my favorite.”
“I thought you said the red swirly one was your favorite?”
He grinned. “Whichever one you’re wearing is my favorite.”
Ellie snorted a laugh. “That’s convenient. Now, come on. Try to look handsome, colonel.”
“Anything for you, very special agent.” Cam offered his arm. “Ready?”
“Ready. Let’s do this.”
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: writerverse phase 21, challenge 36 prompts 03 NCIS & 04 dove gray
Word Count: 229
Rating: G
Fandom: NCIS/Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Ellie Bishop/Cam Mitchell
Setting: part of my Highly Classified verse
Summary: “You seem a little twitchy.”
Reunion Safety
“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Ellie. “You seem a little twitchy.”
Cam made an effort to keep his hands still as she pinned the nametag to the lapel of his suit jacket. “Sorry. Sorry, I-” He glanced around the entranceway and lowered his voice. “The last time I was at a high school reunion, intergalactic bounty hunters tried to kill me.”
“I know,” she said. “I already asked Abby to tap into the George Hammond’s sensors while she’s in orbit, and keep an eye out for us.”
“You did? I love you.”
Ellie grinned. “I know that, too. Now, c’mon, let’s go show my graduating class how hot my boyfriend is.”
“Oh, is that your angle?” laughed Cam. “In that case, you should have let me wear my uniform.”
“I debated it,” she admitted. “But I didn’t have anything to match Air Force dress blues, or enough time to buy a new dress.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t, then,” said Cam, running his fingers over the dove gray velvet at her hips. “Because this dress is my favorite.”
“I thought you said the red swirly one was your favorite?”
He grinned. “Whichever one you’re wearing is my favorite.”
Ellie snorted a laugh. “That’s convenient. Now, come on. Try to look handsome, colonel.”
“Anything for you, very special agent.” Cam offered his arm. “Ready?”
“Ready. Let’s do this.”
THE END
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rainy