[Drabble] The Director's Keeper
TITLE: The Director's Keeper
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Trent Kort, Cynthia Sumner (implied: Kort/Jenny)
GENRE: Gen, General, Humor
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 400
SUMMARY: Kort needs to talk to Jenny, but Cynthia refuses to tell him where her boss is ... Written for challenge #175 "Jenny Shepard" for ncisdrabble100 and quote #09 for madame_director.
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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"I'm sorry, Mr. Kort, but I can't tell you where she is." Sighing, Cynthia rolled her eyes. Sometimes, being the director's assistant was a nerve-wracking job; especially when she had to deal with people like Trent Kort. He was even worse than Gibbs and Cynthia felt the urge to just hang up on him, instead of suffering through his impatiently.
"I told you that I need to know where she is."
"And I told you that I can't tell you this. She has a private appointment and can't be disturbed. Not by anyone."
"I'm not anyone, Miss Sumner."
"I know … You are Trent Kort."
"Exactly. I am Trent Kort and I need to get hold of your boss. Now."
Cynthia could feel that the man on the other side of the line was starting to lose the rest of his self-control and she knew that it was time to end this conversation. She wasn't in the mood to get yelled at.
"Director Shepard has a date and she doesn't like to be called then."
"I know, Cynthia," Kort said. "Listen … no, just listen ... I know that Jenny doesn't like to be disturbed during these appointments. And I know this, because it's normally me she's with. Do you understand what I'm saying? I am Jenny's date. I need you to tell me where she went, because I think I'm at the wrong place and I can't reach her on her cell phone. So please tell me where she went. You don't want her to be in a bad mood all afternoon just because her date stood her up, do you?"
"Uhm … of course, Mr. Kort," Cynthia stuttered, surprised by what she'd just learned. "Do you know the 1789? In Georgetown? She … she should be there in an hour."
"Thank you, Cynthia," Kort replied and Cynthia could hear him smile. "You just saved my life. But I would appreciate it, if this could stay between us. We don't want to upset her."
"I don't know anything, Mr. Kort." Smiling, Cynthia hang up. Leaning back, she grinned. Moments like this really made up for all the stress she sometimes had. She wondered, if she was the only one knowing that the director was sleeping with NCIS' 'Most hated agent'. But gossip wasn't Cynthia's style. The secret was safe with her. Because as Kort had said: No one liked a moody director …
- The End -
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Trent Kort, Cynthia Sumner (implied: Kort/Jenny)
GENRE: Gen, General, Humor
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 400
SUMMARY: Kort needs to talk to Jenny, but Cynthia refuses to tell him where her boss is ... Written for challenge #175 "Jenny Shepard" for ncisdrabble100 and quote #09 for madame_director.
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.
~*~*~*~*
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kort, but I can't tell you where she is." Sighing, Cynthia rolled her eyes. Sometimes, being the director's assistant was a nerve-wracking job; especially when she had to deal with people like Trent Kort. He was even worse than Gibbs and Cynthia felt the urge to just hang up on him, instead of suffering through his impatiently.
"I told you that I need to know where she is."
"And I told you that I can't tell you this. She has a private appointment and can't be disturbed. Not by anyone."
"I'm not anyone, Miss Sumner."
"I know … You are Trent Kort."
"Exactly. I am Trent Kort and I need to get hold of your boss. Now."
Cynthia could feel that the man on the other side of the line was starting to lose the rest of his self-control and she knew that it was time to end this conversation. She wasn't in the mood to get yelled at.
"Director Shepard has a date and she doesn't like to be called then."
"I know, Cynthia," Kort said. "Listen … no, just listen ... I know that Jenny doesn't like to be disturbed during these appointments. And I know this, because it's normally me she's with. Do you understand what I'm saying? I am Jenny's date. I need you to tell me where she went, because I think I'm at the wrong place and I can't reach her on her cell phone. So please tell me where she went. You don't want her to be in a bad mood all afternoon just because her date stood her up, do you?"
"Uhm … of course, Mr. Kort," Cynthia stuttered, surprised by what she'd just learned. "Do you know the 1789? In Georgetown? She … she should be there in an hour."
"Thank you, Cynthia," Kort replied and Cynthia could hear him smile. "You just saved my life. But I would appreciate it, if this could stay between us. We don't want to upset her."
"I don't know anything, Mr. Kort." Smiling, Cynthia hang up. Leaning back, she grinned. Moments like this really made up for all the stress she sometimes had. She wondered, if she was the only one knowing that the director was sleeping with NCIS' 'Most hated agent'. But gossip wasn't Cynthia's style. The secret was safe with her. Because as Kort had said: No one liked a moody director …
- The End -