[Drabble] Taking Chances
TITLE: Taking Chances
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Jenny Shepard, Trent Kort
GENRE: Gen, General, episode tag for 4.21 "Brothers in Arms".
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: They seem like two strangers in a park but they could be so much more ... Written for prompt #53 "Bastard" for madame_director and challenge #51 "Lunch" at ncisdrabble100.
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd.
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 5 would have ended different.
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"And what about lunch? Just you and me." Kort asked in passing while giving her the information she wanted from him, but he knew she hadn’t missed the question.
He was eager to turn around to look at her, but he couldn’t. They were just two strangers sharing a park bench. That was the agreement. Though, he would’ve loved to see her face.
He could sense her rage, her desperation that had been there all the time and he knew that these emotions were no longer caused by La Grenouille alone anymore. She was mad at him, but it didn’t bother him at all. Actually, he enjoyed playing her - not in the way La Grenouille was playing her, but he liked to make her nervous. It amused him how upset she was and the effect it had on him.
Though, it scared him how much influence she already had on him, but it was also a nice chance to really feel something, instead of faking everything like he had to around La Grenouille.
It had been a while that he’d felt this way, and he had been really surprised the first time he’d seen her in person. Her appearance was stunning and most of his anger had vanished with one look into her eyes. Of course, she had pissed him off when she’d started to ruin everything he’d worked for, for the past 18 month. But she’d also earned his respect. She was smart; much smarter than he had expected, and he admired her persistency.
"So, what do you think?"
"You bastard," Jenny snarled and stood up. She walked away, never looking back, but not without hesitation; only for a second, but long enough for him to notice.
One day they would have lunch together. Of that he was sure.
- The End -
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Jenny Shepard, Trent Kort
GENRE: Gen, General, episode tag for 4.21 "Brothers in Arms".
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: They seem like two strangers in a park but they could be so much more ... Written for prompt #53 "Bastard" for madame_director and challenge #51 "Lunch" at ncisdrabble100.
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd.
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 5 would have ended different.
~*~*~*~*
"And what about lunch? Just you and me." Kort asked in passing while giving her the information she wanted from him, but he knew she hadn’t missed the question.
He was eager to turn around to look at her, but he couldn’t. They were just two strangers sharing a park bench. That was the agreement. Though, he would’ve loved to see her face.
He could sense her rage, her desperation that had been there all the time and he knew that these emotions were no longer caused by La Grenouille alone anymore. She was mad at him, but it didn’t bother him at all. Actually, he enjoyed playing her - not in the way La Grenouille was playing her, but he liked to make her nervous. It amused him how upset she was and the effect it had on him.
Though, it scared him how much influence she already had on him, but it was also a nice chance to really feel something, instead of faking everything like he had to around La Grenouille.
It had been a while that he’d felt this way, and he had been really surprised the first time he’d seen her in person. Her appearance was stunning and most of his anger had vanished with one look into her eyes. Of course, she had pissed him off when she’d started to ruin everything he’d worked for, for the past 18 month. But she’d also earned his respect. She was smart; much smarter than he had expected, and he admired her persistency.
"So, what do you think?"
"You bastard," Jenny snarled and stood up. She walked away, never looking back, but not without hesitation; only for a second, but long enough for him to notice.
One day they would have lunch together. Of that he was sure.
- The End -