[Drabble] The Leadership Breakfast
TITLE: The Leadership Breakfast
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTERS: Team
GENRE: Gen, Humor
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: Even people like Gibbs can have bad ideas - though he’s the only one thinking this way - for challenge #27 "West Wing episode titles" at ncisdrabble100.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (although I'd love to own Action Figure Gibbs), nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 2 and 5 would have ended different.
WARNING: not beta’d.
NOTE: Just a little silliness I came up with on my way to work and because marciafan and I had this conversation the other day about certain nicknames the characters won’t ever use. Well, I think I found a way using them without writing OOC ;)
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"Honey, can you pass me the bread, please?" Jenny asked, giving Jethro her sweetest smile, she knew would get her whatever she wanted from him. This time, however, she failed and all she got in return was his famous stare and some mumbled words she couldn’t understand.
"Don’t look at me like this, Jethro,” she said. "May I remind you that this was your idea and that it’s your fault we are here? I had my concerns but ..."
"... now you’re enjoying it even more, don’t you, Jen?"
Jenny smiled innocently. "I’m just doing my job. Someone told me once that I was a damn good agent - especially undercover. Oh, wait ... That was you, wasn’t it?"
"And she is really doing a great job," Ziva whispered.
"Anyone else thinks this is the best idea the boss ever had?"
"You know we can hear you, DiNozzo," Gibbs mumbled.
"But he’s right, Gibbs. You and the director ..."
"Abby? What are you doing in MTAC?" Jenny asked. "Who else is with you?"
"Just me and Bert. And McGee and -"
"May I say you look fantastic, Jennifer. That dress reminds me of this night in Paris when you…
"Stop right there, Duck! Don’t you have an autopsy to perform?"
"Actually, that’s why I’m here, Jethro. I needed to talk to you about -"
"Boss, we got a visual. Our targets just left the car. They should enter the restaurant any minute."
"Finally," Jethro mumbled, deeply relieved for the distraction.
"Showtime ...," Jenny whispered, when the restaurant door opened. She was fully concentrated now, and the way she scanned the room reminded Jethro of a time when they’d done this almost every night, and without even realizing what he was doing, he reached over and took Jenny’s hand in his, generously ignoring the satisfied smile on Jenny’s face.
- The End -
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTERS: Team
GENRE: Gen, Humor
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: Even people like Gibbs can have bad ideas - though he’s the only one thinking this way - for challenge #27 "West Wing episode titles" at ncisdrabble100.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (although I'd love to own Action Figure Gibbs), nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 2 and 5 would have ended different.
WARNING: not beta’d.
NOTE: Just a little silliness I came up with on my way to work and because marciafan and I had this conversation the other day about certain nicknames the characters won’t ever use. Well, I think I found a way using them without writing OOC ;)
~*~*~*~*~
"Honey, can you pass me the bread, please?" Jenny asked, giving Jethro her sweetest smile, she knew would get her whatever she wanted from him. This time, however, she failed and all she got in return was his famous stare and some mumbled words she couldn’t understand.
"Don’t look at me like this, Jethro,” she said. "May I remind you that this was your idea and that it’s your fault we are here? I had my concerns but ..."
"... now you’re enjoying it even more, don’t you, Jen?"
Jenny smiled innocently. "I’m just doing my job. Someone told me once that I was a damn good agent - especially undercover. Oh, wait ... That was you, wasn’t it?"
"And she is really doing a great job," Ziva whispered.
"Anyone else thinks this is the best idea the boss ever had?"
"You know we can hear you, DiNozzo," Gibbs mumbled.
"But he’s right, Gibbs. You and the director ..."
"Abby? What are you doing in MTAC?" Jenny asked. "Who else is with you?"
"Just me and Bert. And McGee and -"
"May I say you look fantastic, Jennifer. That dress reminds me of this night in Paris when you…
"Stop right there, Duck! Don’t you have an autopsy to perform?"
"Actually, that’s why I’m here, Jethro. I needed to talk to you about -"
"Boss, we got a visual. Our targets just left the car. They should enter the restaurant any minute."
"Finally," Jethro mumbled, deeply relieved for the distraction.
"Showtime ...," Jenny whispered, when the restaurant door opened. She was fully concentrated now, and the way she scanned the room reminded Jethro of a time when they’d done this almost every night, and without even realizing what he was doing, he reached over and took Jenny’s hand in his, generously ignoring the satisfied smile on Jenny’s face.
- The End -