TITLE: Crash into you
AUTHOR:
nicis_anatomyCHARACTER: Cynthia, Jethro, Abby, Jenny
GENRE: Gen, General, Humor
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
SUMMARY: Cynthia looked around; searching for someone to confirm that she wasn't invisible ... Written for Special challenge #01 "Pairings" for
ncisdrabble100.
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd. It’s more a crack!fic than anything else. Shouldn’t be taken too serious. I’ve no idea where this came from ...
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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“Director? I need a -“ Cynthia stopped short, when her boss just passed by in front of her, without the slightest sign that she’d noticed her.
Cynthia frowned. That was weird ... She knew that the director was always occupied and even when she wasn’t doing something physical she was busy doing something like thinking or planning an upcoming meeting, but it never before happened that she’d just ignored Cynthia as if she was a ghost.
Or maybe she was? Cynthia looked around; searching for someone to confirm that she wasn't invisible.
“He, Abby?” she called, when the forensic scientist made her way up the stairs. Behind her Cynthia could see Director Shepard passing the team’s desks, ignoring Ziva who looked just as confused as Cynthia felt. Something was terribly off here...
“What’s up?” Abby asked. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
“A ghost? No, I’m ... you can see me, right?”
“Of course I can,” Abby replied. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, Abby.” Cynthia managed a smile. She turned around to return to her office, but was stopped halfway, when she bumped into something soft; something soft that wasn’t in the best mood.
“Look out!” Gibbs mumbled.
Cynthia signed deeply. Of all people she could’ve ran into it had to be him.
Could this day get any worse?
“I’m sorry, Agent Gibbs,” she said. "I ... I didn’t see you.”
“Yeah, noticed that,” Gibbs said, grumpy as usual. “Director’s looking for you.”
“What? Director Shepard’s looking for me?”
“Do you have another boss?”
“Um… no… I don’t.” Shaking her head, Cynthia started to follow Gibbs, who was already on his way to the stairs, but when he suddenly stopped, she bumped into him again.
“What’s wrong with you, woman?” Turning around, Gibbs stared at her and Cynthia ducked intuitively, expecting a head-slap. But it didn’t come.
“You better go back to your office, before I change my mind,” he said instead. “And before the director gets too impatient ... She wasn’t in the best mood when I left.”
“And whose fault is this?” Cynthia mumbled, before she covered her mouth with her hand, scared to death of what she’d just said out loud.
“I’m sorry, Agent Gibbs.”
Cynthia turned around and this time she headed straight to the director’s office, expecting it to be empty, since she’d just seen Director Shepard downstairs. But to her surprise the director was there, expecting her.
“Cynthia, there you are,” Jenny greeted her, smiling. “I was looking for you. I wanted you to meet my twin sister Samantha. She’s in town and came over for a surprise visit when I was just with Gibbs. I think he didn’t take it too well to be in one room with two redheads.”
“He’s survived worse.” Cynthia grinned, recalling the distress she’d noticed in Gibbs’ eyes. Back then she’d been sure that the distressed was caused by her. But now, with the knowledge that the director had a twin, a doppelganger everything suddenly made sense…
- The End -