Fic: Bones of a Boat - Crossover NCIS/The Closer - T
Note: First thing I have written in almost a year, not sure if it is any good or not I am just relived to be able to write anything at all. Even happier that is completed and not something half written without an ending in site.
Title: Bones of a Boat
Fandom: The Closer/NCIS Crossover
Word Count: I haven't really counted they're all just short ficlets (Four stories- Staircase, Candlelight, Basement, Bones)
Rating: T (To be safe probably more PG though and really only for the last story Bones)
Characters: Sharon Raydor and Jethro Gibbs
Warning: Not Beta'd other than that no other warnings
Summary: Captain Raydor is in DC and meets Gibbs (The summary sucks but that's the just of it)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. No copyright infringement is intended.
Staircase
Jethro Gibbs listened as his team bantered back and forth, they had just finished a case and were packing it in for the day. He was about to comment to Dinozzo’s recount of a Bogey movie when he was momentarily distracted by a sultry feminine voice, “Force Investigation has a place in multiple law enforcement agencies, I am glad that my assessment has given some value to you and I hope my suggestions…” Gibbs watched as Director Vance and the sultry voice descended the metal staircase, his eyes first landing on her legs and making its way slowly to her face.
Gibbs stood as the two came to a stop in front of his desk, “Sharon, may I introduce you to Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, he’s the senior field agent here at the home office.” Sharon gave a nod in acknowledgement to Gibbs a smile playing on her lips, the name Gibbs had came up frequently during her review of cases and files during her week long assessment of NCIS.
Leon Vance smirked a bit looking between Gibbs and Captain Raydor, “Gibbs, this is Captain Sharon Raydor, she’s from the Los Angeles Police Department, and she was here this week to give an assessment on our Internal Affairs division.” Gibbs held out his hand and the two shook, “You and your team missed the initial meet and greet due to you being out on a case, but since yours and members of your team names came up multiple times in case files during Sharon’s assessment, I thought she should at least get a chance to meet you before she heads back to Los Angeles.”
Sharon smirked, so this was Leroy Jethro Gibbs, he wasn’t what she pictured she wasn’t really sure what to picture when reading through all the files, but the man standing in front of her didn’t meet with any image she had come up with and she was pleased that she could still be surprised. She thanked Director Vance, said her goodbyes and headed toward the elevator. She pressed the elevator door button and was surprised to look over her shoulder and find Agent Gibbs beside her a backpack slung over his shoulder. They both entered the elevator and as it made its descent she felt his eyes assessing her, “Something I can help you with, Agent Gibbs?”
“This your last night in the city?” Sharon hummed an affirmative answer, a smile playing at her lips wondering where this conversation was headed. “How about we go to dinner then, unless your plane is scheduled to leave tonight?” Sharon’s furrowed her brow looking the Agent up and down they had barely met and now he was asking her out she didn’t know what to make of him. There was a twinkle in his eyes, like he was laughing and she wondered for a moment if he was laughing at her reluctance or at himself.
Sharon crossed her arms over her chest and pondered the rationality of accepting this man’s invitation. “Do you often ask women to dinner not five minutes after meeting them?” Sharon inquired a smirk fully in place.
Gibbs chuckled and smiled at the Los Angeles Police Captain she had spunk and a sharp tongue to go with the rest of the package, “Only when they have a voice and legs like you do.”
Candlelight
Dinner for two by candlelight, small Italian Bristo near not far from the Navy Yard, the flickering light reflected in the lens of Sharon’s glasses. To say he was bewitched wouldn’t be to far off the mark, a combination of her sultry voice, her razor sharp wit, the way she kept biting her bottom lip and those legs of hers she kept crossing and re-crossing her dress sliding up a couple of inches to reveal nicely shaped thighs enclosed in silk, and when she started talking about sailing he knew he was more than a little smitten with the woman across the table from him.
He was handsome and Sharon relished the attention he had been giving her that night, the easy flow of communication the seamless intercourse between topics and laughter something that had been missing from her life in Los Angeles for some time now. It would be surprisingly easy for her to get wrapped up in this man, she even liked his name, and she liked saying it… Jethro… a bit old-fashioned but uniquely him.
Desert was finished, dinner was about done and Sharon hadn’t decided yet if Jethro made a move if she would fall into bed with him or not. It had been a while for her and she wasn’t aware of the cues and rules regarding one night stands. It was puzzling to her that she was here contemplating rather or not to take the man across from her to bed for a night and not in her hotel room going over files and paperwork for her on-going cases, it was unusual for her to put her work aside for anyone other than her family but there was something about this man the way he was listening as if he was really hearing what she said as if with each words he was taking in a part of her one syllable at a time.
“I have a boat.” Gibbs said as they were making their way to his car. Sharon wrinkled her nose trying to determine where those words fit in their current conversation but with his next words as he opened the passenger side and helped her in she couldn’t help but smile and answer yes “You want to come see it?” Yes she really did want to.
Basement
Sharon Raydor smiled bemusedly at the hull of the sailboat in the basement looking over her shoulder to the man pouring bourbon in two coffee mugs, “When you asked me if I wanted to see your boat I didn’t picture this.”
Jethro Gibbs chuckled and handed Sharon her mug of bourbon, he watched as her hands moved over the wooden shoulders along the grain in graceful strokes, “What were you expecting?”
Sharon hummed a bit touching the smooth wood some more, it was truly a beautiful beginning of a sailboat, sailing a passion she hadn’t be able to indulge in as much in the passing years as she would have liked. Shaking her head in bemusement she turned to face the owner of the boat, he wasn’t what she expected. Leaning her back against one of the wooden braces she studied the man in front of her, she gave him a shrug and a smile, “I thought it would be something along the lines of when a man asks a woman to see his etchings?”
Gibbs blinked in surprise then laughed, there was something about this woman; from the first sounds of her smooth velvety voice to the sight of her killer legs he had been tempted more so now with her leaning up against the frame of his boat bright green eyes dancing at him, “We could do that.”
Sharon’s mouth went dry at his words she bit her bottom lip toying with it before bringing the mug of bourbon to her mouth for a sip to quench the sudden dryness; there would be no fumbling with this man, no indecisive decisions, a man of action and Sharon decided she wanted that very much “I would be disappointed if we didn’t”
Bones
Sharon slipped out from under the covers careful not to disturb the sleeping man, she reached for a shirt from the foot of the bed, slipping the soft work t-shirt over her frame, muffling a chuckle at the letters NIS on the front of the shirt. She wasn’t able to sleep, she never did sleep well in a different bed other than her own. Even as a child she would toss and turn and be unable to sleep when she slept over with friends; always feeling more safe at home in the comforting smells and sounds that lulled her to sleep at night.
She contemplated her options, if she got back in bed she would toss and turn and disturb the other occupant, and though she was exceeding curious about him she thought it would be the height of rudeness to search his home as he slept and just a bit psychotic. Leading her to take refuge in the room she had been exposed to other than the bedroom.
In the basement Sharon shivered a bit from the cold, goose bumps rising on her arms, the thin t-shirt all she wore as she ran her fingers over the wooden frame, it was truly beautiful these bones of a boat and she was wistfully sad she wouldn’t see the completion and she hoped these bones faired well when they went to sea.
She was still feeling her way around the bones when she heard Jethro’s voice resonate in the room “Couldn’t you sleep?” His voice was still husky from sleep and it sent a shiver down her spine, a tingle of appreciation for the man whose wooden bones she was caressing.
Sharon looked over her shoulder at the man who had touched and tasted every inch of her just hours ago; she gave a soft hum and shrugged her shoulders before turning her attention back to the boat, “Strange city, strange sounds.”
“Strange man in your bed?” Sharon’s brow furrowed, pondered the question rolling the words around in her mind, she stopped her roaming fingers from tracing the grain of the wood to focus her attention, she leaned back against one of the ribs, stretching her arms above her head allowing her hands to close around the top of the wood and gave a soft sigh. Sharon watched as Jethro walked toward her, crossing the room with a slow deliberation stopping a breath away.
“Not so strange” her words whispered out and Jethro gave a husky laugh moving in closer, his lips touching against hers, his tongue seeking out hers, his hands searching for contact on her bare legs below the hemline of the shirt moving upwards to touch. One hand grasped the top of her thigh, maneuvering her leg so it wrapped around his waist as he pushed himself up against her. She was driving him a mad with her hums and murmurs, as she pulled away from their kisses to gasp when his fingers made contact to just the right spot she pulled close to his ear and with her huskily velvet voice asked, “What are you going to name her?”
It took a moment for Jethro to clear his lust induced haze to realize she was talking about the boat, he laughed and kissed her hard, before taking the thigh of her other leg hitching up so that she had to wrap both legs around him, he pulled away from the kiss and looked into her half closed eyes, “Sharon... What do you think?” Sharon hummed her approval and soon the thoughts of names where lost to both as they lost themselves to their rocking motion against the bones of the boat.
Title: Bones of a Boat
Fandom: The Closer/NCIS Crossover
Word Count: I haven't really counted they're all just short ficlets (Four stories- Staircase, Candlelight, Basement, Bones)
Rating: T (To be safe probably more PG though and really only for the last story Bones)
Characters: Sharon Raydor and Jethro Gibbs
Warning: Not Beta'd other than that no other warnings
Summary: Captain Raydor is in DC and meets Gibbs (The summary sucks but that's the just of it)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. No copyright infringement is intended.
Staircase
Jethro Gibbs listened as his team bantered back and forth, they had just finished a case and were packing it in for the day. He was about to comment to Dinozzo’s recount of a Bogey movie when he was momentarily distracted by a sultry feminine voice, “Force Investigation has a place in multiple law enforcement agencies, I am glad that my assessment has given some value to you and I hope my suggestions…” Gibbs watched as Director Vance and the sultry voice descended the metal staircase, his eyes first landing on her legs and making its way slowly to her face.
Gibbs stood as the two came to a stop in front of his desk, “Sharon, may I introduce you to Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, he’s the senior field agent here at the home office.” Sharon gave a nod in acknowledgement to Gibbs a smile playing on her lips, the name Gibbs had came up frequently during her review of cases and files during her week long assessment of NCIS.
Leon Vance smirked a bit looking between Gibbs and Captain Raydor, “Gibbs, this is Captain Sharon Raydor, she’s from the Los Angeles Police Department, and she was here this week to give an assessment on our Internal Affairs division.” Gibbs held out his hand and the two shook, “You and your team missed the initial meet and greet due to you being out on a case, but since yours and members of your team names came up multiple times in case files during Sharon’s assessment, I thought she should at least get a chance to meet you before she heads back to Los Angeles.”
Sharon smirked, so this was Leroy Jethro Gibbs, he wasn’t what she pictured she wasn’t really sure what to picture when reading through all the files, but the man standing in front of her didn’t meet with any image she had come up with and she was pleased that she could still be surprised. She thanked Director Vance, said her goodbyes and headed toward the elevator. She pressed the elevator door button and was surprised to look over her shoulder and find Agent Gibbs beside her a backpack slung over his shoulder. They both entered the elevator and as it made its descent she felt his eyes assessing her, “Something I can help you with, Agent Gibbs?”
“This your last night in the city?” Sharon hummed an affirmative answer, a smile playing at her lips wondering where this conversation was headed. “How about we go to dinner then, unless your plane is scheduled to leave tonight?” Sharon’s furrowed her brow looking the Agent up and down they had barely met and now he was asking her out she didn’t know what to make of him. There was a twinkle in his eyes, like he was laughing and she wondered for a moment if he was laughing at her reluctance or at himself.
Sharon crossed her arms over her chest and pondered the rationality of accepting this man’s invitation. “Do you often ask women to dinner not five minutes after meeting them?” Sharon inquired a smirk fully in place.
Gibbs chuckled and smiled at the Los Angeles Police Captain she had spunk and a sharp tongue to go with the rest of the package, “Only when they have a voice and legs like you do.”
Candlelight
Dinner for two by candlelight, small Italian Bristo near not far from the Navy Yard, the flickering light reflected in the lens of Sharon’s glasses. To say he was bewitched wouldn’t be to far off the mark, a combination of her sultry voice, her razor sharp wit, the way she kept biting her bottom lip and those legs of hers she kept crossing and re-crossing her dress sliding up a couple of inches to reveal nicely shaped thighs enclosed in silk, and when she started talking about sailing he knew he was more than a little smitten with the woman across the table from him.
He was handsome and Sharon relished the attention he had been giving her that night, the easy flow of communication the seamless intercourse between topics and laughter something that had been missing from her life in Los Angeles for some time now. It would be surprisingly easy for her to get wrapped up in this man, she even liked his name, and she liked saying it… Jethro… a bit old-fashioned but uniquely him.
Desert was finished, dinner was about done and Sharon hadn’t decided yet if Jethro made a move if she would fall into bed with him or not. It had been a while for her and she wasn’t aware of the cues and rules regarding one night stands. It was puzzling to her that she was here contemplating rather or not to take the man across from her to bed for a night and not in her hotel room going over files and paperwork for her on-going cases, it was unusual for her to put her work aside for anyone other than her family but there was something about this man the way he was listening as if he was really hearing what she said as if with each words he was taking in a part of her one syllable at a time.
“I have a boat.” Gibbs said as they were making their way to his car. Sharon wrinkled her nose trying to determine where those words fit in their current conversation but with his next words as he opened the passenger side and helped her in she couldn’t help but smile and answer yes “You want to come see it?” Yes she really did want to.
Basement
Sharon Raydor smiled bemusedly at the hull of the sailboat in the basement looking over her shoulder to the man pouring bourbon in two coffee mugs, “When you asked me if I wanted to see your boat I didn’t picture this.”
Jethro Gibbs chuckled and handed Sharon her mug of bourbon, he watched as her hands moved over the wooden shoulders along the grain in graceful strokes, “What were you expecting?”
Sharon hummed a bit touching the smooth wood some more, it was truly a beautiful beginning of a sailboat, sailing a passion she hadn’t be able to indulge in as much in the passing years as she would have liked. Shaking her head in bemusement she turned to face the owner of the boat, he wasn’t what she expected. Leaning her back against one of the wooden braces she studied the man in front of her, she gave him a shrug and a smile, “I thought it would be something along the lines of when a man asks a woman to see his etchings?”
Gibbs blinked in surprise then laughed, there was something about this woman; from the first sounds of her smooth velvety voice to the sight of her killer legs he had been tempted more so now with her leaning up against the frame of his boat bright green eyes dancing at him, “We could do that.”
Sharon’s mouth went dry at his words she bit her bottom lip toying with it before bringing the mug of bourbon to her mouth for a sip to quench the sudden dryness; there would be no fumbling with this man, no indecisive decisions, a man of action and Sharon decided she wanted that very much “I would be disappointed if we didn’t”
Bones
Sharon slipped out from under the covers careful not to disturb the sleeping man, she reached for a shirt from the foot of the bed, slipping the soft work t-shirt over her frame, muffling a chuckle at the letters NIS on the front of the shirt. She wasn’t able to sleep, she never did sleep well in a different bed other than her own. Even as a child she would toss and turn and be unable to sleep when she slept over with friends; always feeling more safe at home in the comforting smells and sounds that lulled her to sleep at night.
She contemplated her options, if she got back in bed she would toss and turn and disturb the other occupant, and though she was exceeding curious about him she thought it would be the height of rudeness to search his home as he slept and just a bit psychotic. Leading her to take refuge in the room she had been exposed to other than the bedroom.
In the basement Sharon shivered a bit from the cold, goose bumps rising on her arms, the thin t-shirt all she wore as she ran her fingers over the wooden frame, it was truly beautiful these bones of a boat and she was wistfully sad she wouldn’t see the completion and she hoped these bones faired well when they went to sea.
She was still feeling her way around the bones when she heard Jethro’s voice resonate in the room “Couldn’t you sleep?” His voice was still husky from sleep and it sent a shiver down her spine, a tingle of appreciation for the man whose wooden bones she was caressing.
Sharon looked over her shoulder at the man who had touched and tasted every inch of her just hours ago; she gave a soft hum and shrugged her shoulders before turning her attention back to the boat, “Strange city, strange sounds.”
“Strange man in your bed?” Sharon’s brow furrowed, pondered the question rolling the words around in her mind, she stopped her roaming fingers from tracing the grain of the wood to focus her attention, she leaned back against one of the ribs, stretching her arms above her head allowing her hands to close around the top of the wood and gave a soft sigh. Sharon watched as Jethro walked toward her, crossing the room with a slow deliberation stopping a breath away.
“Not so strange” her words whispered out and Jethro gave a husky laugh moving in closer, his lips touching against hers, his tongue seeking out hers, his hands searching for contact on her bare legs below the hemline of the shirt moving upwards to touch. One hand grasped the top of her thigh, maneuvering her leg so it wrapped around his waist as he pushed himself up against her. She was driving him a mad with her hums and murmurs, as she pulled away from their kisses to gasp when his fingers made contact to just the right spot she pulled close to his ear and with her huskily velvet voice asked, “What are you going to name her?”
It took a moment for Jethro to clear his lust induced haze to realize she was talking about the boat, he laughed and kissed her hard, before taking the thigh of her other leg hitching up so that she had to wrap both legs around him, he pulled away from the kiss and looked into her half closed eyes, “Sharon... What do you think?” Sharon hummed her approval and soon the thoughts of names where lost to both as they lost themselves to their rocking motion against the bones of the boat.