In which our intrepid hero finds himself...
Characters: Leroy Jethro Gibbs lrjthrgibbs and OPEN!
Location: Deck Five
Date: His first day on the Elegante
Rating: PG-13, since Jethro has a potty mouth
Warnings: Cursing...and that's it
When the world faded back into focus, Gibbs couldn't help but groan at the pounding in his head. Perhaps downing half a fifth of Maker's Mark hadn't been a good idea, but he couldn't get the events of the past few weeks out of his head. Between Abs going to Mexico where she found out about his past and the choices he had to make...well, it was either show up to Ziva's naturalization ceremony three sheets to the wind or stay at home. Truth be told, everyone was probably safer with him at home. Hell, they'd probably be safer if he just retired, vanished into thin air.
That's when he realized he wasn't in his room anymore. The warm, somewhat soft mattress was replaced by hard, cold tile. He opened his eyes slowly, the bright light blinding him. Or maybe he just thought they were bright from the hangover. He started to take in his surroundings and realized that he was in the hallway of a ship. "What the hell?" he mumbled, standing up on unsteady legs. He looked down and saw his NCIS badge was still clipped to his belt, and on the floor, right under where his hand had been, was the lockbox with his rules inside. Stooping down, he picked them up, and realized he was on the deck of a ship. "Paloma, you really had me fooled. You kidnap me in my sleep, abandon me on this damn boat?" He turned and saw a door marked "8447," and oddly felt compelled to go inside, but he stayed put. It was probably a trap.
Location: Deck Five
Date: His first day on the Elegante
Rating: PG-13, since Jethro has a potty mouth
Warnings: Cursing...and that's it
When the world faded back into focus, Gibbs couldn't help but groan at the pounding in his head. Perhaps downing half a fifth of Maker's Mark hadn't been a good idea, but he couldn't get the events of the past few weeks out of his head. Between Abs going to Mexico where she found out about his past and the choices he had to make...well, it was either show up to Ziva's naturalization ceremony three sheets to the wind or stay at home. Truth be told, everyone was probably safer with him at home. Hell, they'd probably be safer if he just retired, vanished into thin air.
That's when he realized he wasn't in his room anymore. The warm, somewhat soft mattress was replaced by hard, cold tile. He opened his eyes slowly, the bright light blinding him. Or maybe he just thought they were bright from the hangover. He started to take in his surroundings and realized that he was in the hallway of a ship. "What the hell?" he mumbled, standing up on unsteady legs. He looked down and saw his NCIS badge was still clipped to his belt, and on the floor, right under where his hand had been, was the lockbox with his rules inside. Stooping down, he picked them up, and realized he was on the deck of a ship. "Paloma, you really had me fooled. You kidnap me in my sleep, abandon me on this damn boat?" He turned and saw a door marked "8447," and oddly felt compelled to go inside, but he stayed put. It was probably a trap.