Fic: Thirst. PG-13
TITLE: Thirst
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
CHARCTERS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky” Mallard
WORD COUNT: 253
CHALLENGE: Submitted for ncisdrabble100 #186- Episode related-- 9x06-- Thirst
GENRE: slash
SPOILERS: For Thirst --9x06
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I just had to clear this up. Follows after Thirst
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily
Gibbs waited at his desk.
The elevator pinged open and Ducky slowly made his way across the room.
Ducky stood in front of Gibbs, his shoulders slumped, his whole self defeated.
“Duck..”
“No Jethro, it is I who should speak,” Ducky said. “ Do you perhaps have some more bourbon?”
Gibbs reached down and pulled his silver hip flask from the bottom drawer.
“It is the good stuff, Duck,” he said.
Ducky took a long pull from the bottle, “Thank you.
Jethro, I am an old fool. No, please let me finish,” Ducky said as he took another drink from the flask.
“As inane as it may sound, I was lonely. After Mother passed and the dogs were gone, I realized how empty my life was without them. Jethro my dear, I can now see why your wives left you. As ardent as you can be in the moment, you are just not there all the time.”
Jethro twitched his shoulders and said, “Duck, you know how much time this job takes up.”
“It can consume you, I know, Jethro. It is just, well I thought perhaps..”
“That perhaps your needs could be met in a more traditional way? Duck, why do you think I was married so many times?” Gibbs said as he reached out to pull Ducky into a fierce hug.
“Please tell me when I am neglecting you, okay?” Gibbs said as he buried his nose into Ducky’s hair.
“Jethro.” was all Ducky managed to say before Gibbs kissed him.
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
CHARCTERS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky” Mallard
WORD COUNT: 253
CHALLENGE: Submitted for ncisdrabble100 #186- Episode related-- 9x06-- Thirst
GENRE: slash
SPOILERS: For Thirst --9x06
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I just had to clear this up. Follows after Thirst
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily
Gibbs waited at his desk.
The elevator pinged open and Ducky slowly made his way across the room.
Ducky stood in front of Gibbs, his shoulders slumped, his whole self defeated.
“Duck..”
“No Jethro, it is I who should speak,” Ducky said. “ Do you perhaps have some more bourbon?”
Gibbs reached down and pulled his silver hip flask from the bottom drawer.
“It is the good stuff, Duck,” he said.
Ducky took a long pull from the bottle, “Thank you.
Jethro, I am an old fool. No, please let me finish,” Ducky said as he took another drink from the flask.
“As inane as it may sound, I was lonely. After Mother passed and the dogs were gone, I realized how empty my life was without them. Jethro my dear, I can now see why your wives left you. As ardent as you can be in the moment, you are just not there all the time.”
Jethro twitched his shoulders and said, “Duck, you know how much time this job takes up.”
“It can consume you, I know, Jethro. It is just, well I thought perhaps..”
“That perhaps your needs could be met in a more traditional way? Duck, why do you think I was married so many times?” Gibbs said as he reached out to pull Ducky into a fierce hug.
“Please tell me when I am neglecting you, okay?” Gibbs said as he buried his nose into Ducky’s hair.
“Jethro.” was all Ducky managed to say before Gibbs kissed him.