Good Intelligence (25/?, PG-13, NCIS/The Closer, Jenny/Brenda,Gibbs/Sharon)
Title: Good Intelligence
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: PG-13 for light cuddling
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Jethro Gibbs/Sharon Raydor
Genre: f/f, m/f, trying to think of a good m/m pairing
Warning: I think we're done with the squicky stuff
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which may well have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: Timelines totally skewed in the quest for quality femslash and because Gibbs likes redheads. Also, not really sure where this new development came from....
Summary: The danger from Brenda's past may not have nearly the impact on her life as the old friend who shows up to protect her.
Word Count: 781
"My life," said Brenda, "is going to hell."
"I'm sorry," Jenny told her. She pulled Brenda closer to her, nuzzling into the mass of blond hair. Brenda giggled.
"You like that," she said, "don't you?"
"I always did like that," Jenny reminded her. She combed through the curls with her hands, smiling at the tickling sensation against the sensitive skin between her fingers.
"What am I going to do?" Brenda asked. "What am I going to do now?"
"Sweetie," said Jenny, "you have more people who love you than almost anyone on earth. You've got a Round Table of loyal knights all your own, and a couple of guys in the trees over there negotiating over who's Arthur and who's Lancelot. If you wanted to, Brenda, you could take over the world."
"You ever read the Lord of the Rings?"
"'And I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel?'"
"Like she said, if I ran the world I'd start out fixing things, but it wouldn't end like that. Besides, what are you putting me up to? If you shook that idea real hard, treason might fall out."
Jenny kissed her hair again.
"Maybe," she said, "the only people who can build what they need to do it are the ones who never will."
"Let's hope so. So who are you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"If Fritz and Will are going to be Arthur and Lancelot, who are you? Because I love you, too, you know, and if I were going to take over the world, I'd need your resources, too."
"You know you'll have them as long as I do."
Brenda looked up at her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
Jenny took a deep breath. She had not meant to talk about this. How could she talk about this when she didn't know what there was to talk about? But this was Brenda Leigh Johnson, who could get answers from anyone, much less the woman who loved her, and so Jenny had to say something.
"I'm not sure yet," she said. "I have some... some symptoms."
"Symptoms of what?"
"I don't know yet. They're still doing tests."
"Well, what symptoms?"
"Brenda, unless you plan to diagnose and treat me out here in the middle of nowhere, there's no point in talking about it!"
"What symptoms?"
"Headaches, just headaches. That, and I... I feel weak, sometimes, and sleepier than normal, and... and I'm all thumbs. It could be anything."
"The girl who could shoot a flying crow in the eye at 400 yards is all thumbs?"
"I would never do that to a bird," Jenny protested, glad of the chance to change the subject. "Birds are innocent creatures."
"Including the one that left that mess all over your Harley? You made a mess of that one. All we ever found was a few feathers."
"Probably a cat got it, Brenda. Besides, I don't ride a Harley anymore."
"Because of your symptoms?"
"No, because I'm the Director of NCIS, and I'm expected to behave with a tittle kedorum."
"What?"
"Decorum. A little decorum. You know, class?"
Brenda's eyes were full of horror. Her hand rose, slowly, and stroked Jenny's cheek.
"What's wrong?" Jenny asked.
"Does it scramble your speech centers, too?"
"In order to know that, we would have to know what 'it' is, wouldn't we? Honestly, Brenda, if you feel like playing nurse, take care of your friend over there. She looks like she needs someone to take charge."
"Who's going to take care of you?" Brenda asked.
"No one is going to take care of me. No one is going to have to."
"Jenny...."
"What? You and partner #1 run the LAPD, and you have a good marriage with partner #2. What would you do with #3?"
"Love you."
Jenny started to pull away, but Brenda stopped her.
"Jenny, I love you. I'm always going to love you. I can't lose you now."
"You didn't have me for nearly twenty years."
"But I didn't stop loving you."
"You're the one people are shooting at!"
"Yeah, and when that happened, look who came running. Promise me, Jenny. Promise me that you'll let me help if I can, when I can."
Well, that was easy enough.
"I promise," Jenny assured her, and kissed her hair again. Brenda drew her into a fierce hug.
"All right," she said. "All right. I'm going to hold you to that, but right now, we're going to have to find someone to put Sharon to bed. She's fallen asleep hunched over that old root."
Brenda stood and pulled Jenny to her feet, then knocked her to the ground as a shot rang out.
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: PG-13 for light cuddling
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Jethro Gibbs/Sharon Raydor
Genre: f/f, m/f, trying to think of a good m/m pairing
Warning: I think we're done with the squicky stuff
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which may well have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: Timelines totally skewed in the quest for quality femslash and because Gibbs likes redheads. Also, not really sure where this new development came from....
Summary: The danger from Brenda's past may not have nearly the impact on her life as the old friend who shows up to protect her.
Word Count: 781
"My life," said Brenda, "is going to hell."
"I'm sorry," Jenny told her. She pulled Brenda closer to her, nuzzling into the mass of blond hair. Brenda giggled.
"You like that," she said, "don't you?"
"I always did like that," Jenny reminded her. She combed through the curls with her hands, smiling at the tickling sensation against the sensitive skin between her fingers.
"What am I going to do?" Brenda asked. "What am I going to do now?"
"Sweetie," said Jenny, "you have more people who love you than almost anyone on earth. You've got a Round Table of loyal knights all your own, and a couple of guys in the trees over there negotiating over who's Arthur and who's Lancelot. If you wanted to, Brenda, you could take over the world."
"You ever read the Lord of the Rings?"
"'And I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel?'"
"Like she said, if I ran the world I'd start out fixing things, but it wouldn't end like that. Besides, what are you putting me up to? If you shook that idea real hard, treason might fall out."
Jenny kissed her hair again.
"Maybe," she said, "the only people who can build what they need to do it are the ones who never will."
"Let's hope so. So who are you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"If Fritz and Will are going to be Arthur and Lancelot, who are you? Because I love you, too, you know, and if I were going to take over the world, I'd need your resources, too."
"You know you'll have them as long as I do."
Brenda looked up at her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
Jenny took a deep breath. She had not meant to talk about this. How could she talk about this when she didn't know what there was to talk about? But this was Brenda Leigh Johnson, who could get answers from anyone, much less the woman who loved her, and so Jenny had to say something.
"I'm not sure yet," she said. "I have some... some symptoms."
"Symptoms of what?"
"I don't know yet. They're still doing tests."
"Well, what symptoms?"
"Brenda, unless you plan to diagnose and treat me out here in the middle of nowhere, there's no point in talking about it!"
"What symptoms?"
"Headaches, just headaches. That, and I... I feel weak, sometimes, and sleepier than normal, and... and I'm all thumbs. It could be anything."
"The girl who could shoot a flying crow in the eye at 400 yards is all thumbs?"
"I would never do that to a bird," Jenny protested, glad of the chance to change the subject. "Birds are innocent creatures."
"Including the one that left that mess all over your Harley? You made a mess of that one. All we ever found was a few feathers."
"Probably a cat got it, Brenda. Besides, I don't ride a Harley anymore."
"Because of your symptoms?"
"No, because I'm the Director of NCIS, and I'm expected to behave with a tittle kedorum."
"What?"
"Decorum. A little decorum. You know, class?"
Brenda's eyes were full of horror. Her hand rose, slowly, and stroked Jenny's cheek.
"What's wrong?" Jenny asked.
"Does it scramble your speech centers, too?"
"In order to know that, we would have to know what 'it' is, wouldn't we? Honestly, Brenda, if you feel like playing nurse, take care of your friend over there. She looks like she needs someone to take charge."
"Who's going to take care of you?" Brenda asked.
"No one is going to take care of me. No one is going to have to."
"Jenny...."
"What? You and partner #1 run the LAPD, and you have a good marriage with partner #2. What would you do with #3?"
"Love you."
Jenny started to pull away, but Brenda stopped her.
"Jenny, I love you. I'm always going to love you. I can't lose you now."
"You didn't have me for nearly twenty years."
"But I didn't stop loving you."
"You're the one people are shooting at!"
"Yeah, and when that happened, look who came running. Promise me, Jenny. Promise me that you'll let me help if I can, when I can."
Well, that was easy enough.
"I promise," Jenny assured her, and kissed her hair again. Brenda drew her into a fierce hug.
"All right," she said. "All right. I'm going to hold you to that, but right now, we're going to have to find someone to put Sharon to bed. She's fallen asleep hunched over that old root."
Brenda stood and pulled Jenny to her feet, then knocked her to the ground as a shot rang out.