New NCIS Fic: Trick or Treat
Title: Trick or Treat
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs, Emily, Fornell
Spoilers: Witch Hunt
Prompt: #15 Blue
Word Count: 465
Rating: T
Summary: “Why are you blue?”
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse. In this ‘verse Emily Fornell is actually Emily Gibbs.
“What are you doing here,” Emily asked as she opened the door to her father.
Gibbs eyes widened as he looked at his daughter, “Why the hell are you blue?”
Emily rolled her eyes and let him into Fornell’s house, “I’m Smurfette.”
“What the hell is a smurfette?” Entering the living room, he glared at Fornell, “Why the hell is Emily blue?”
“She just told you, it’s her Halloween costume. She’s Smurfette and you can stop asking, I’ve no idea what the hell a smurfette is either,” Fornell shrugged from his seat on the couch.
“Seriously, what where you guys doing in the 80’s,” Emily groaned in annoyance.
“Paris Island,” Gibbs responded as Fornell came out with “Quantico.”
“That explains so much of my life. Sit down,” Emily waved an impatient had at the couch, “I’ll show you.”
As Emily ran from the room, Gibbs turned to Fornell, “Why did you let her paint herself blue?”
“What kinda idiot do you think I am? It’s grease paint. It will come off her face easier than my bathroom sink. Just be grateful it is cold and she’s wearing the blue turtleneck and tights. She wanted to paint her whole body.”
“And go naked,” Gibbs shouted.
“No, Dad. Gees, don’t have a coronary. Smurfette also wears white shoes, a white dress, and a white hood. I’m just waiting for Aunt Abby to get here to help me put it on. Giveme,” she held her hand out, fingers wiggling for the remote.
“I’m trying to watch the news,” Fornell complained as he tugged the remote to him.
“I’ll give you the highlights: death, death, war, fire, robbery, rain tomorrow. Now, giveme. I need to educate you two.”
Gibbs sighed, “You’re getting pretty snarky there, Emily Rose.”
Turning from the dvd player, she glared at her father, “Should have seen me a few months ago. Oh, that’s right, you were in Mexico.”
“Emily…”
“Here, watch this. Smurfette is the girl. I’m going to finish my hair, when Aunt Abs gets here, send her up to my room, okay,” she handed the remote back to Fornell and ran up the stairs.
After about five minutes, Gibbs turned to Fornell, “What the fuck is this?”
“I’m not sure,” Fornell’s head twisted as he looked at the scene. “Whoever wrote it was on the good stuff, though, let me tell you.”
Gibbs barked out a laugh, as Fornell flicked off the DVD and turned the news back on.
“So, why are you here,” Fornell asked just as the newscaster went from the fire to the robbery.
“I thought I’d go trick-or-treating with you guys.”
“Really,” Emily asked as she came back into the room. This time she was wearing a white smock like dress and a pair of white pumps and carrying her pink cell phone.
“Yeah,” Gibbs looked up at Emily and smiled. “See, now that looks cute. Well, except for the blue face, of course?”
“Dad, I couldn’t be Smurfette with a white face. Can you button me up? Aunt Abby called, she’s running late, so she’s going to meet us at Annie’s.”
Gibbs sat on the arm of the couch as he stumbled over the buttons for a moment or two, “So, you mind if I go with you guys?”
Emily shook her head, “No, I think I’d like that. I don’t remember you ever going trick-or-treating with us. Or even seeing my costume.”
“Em,” he turned her gently to face him, “you’re right. I’ve never been with you, because it was something I used to do with Kelly. When I left, you told me that I was trying to forget you, but the truth is that your whole life I’ve been trying to forget Kelly. By not doing things with you that I did with Kelly, like trick-or-treating or working on the boat or telling you stories about her. I’d like to change that, Em.”
“I’d like that too,” Emily lunged at her father, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his cheek. Pulling back she laughed, “Oops! Hey, now you can go as Grouchy Smurf.”
“What,” Gibbs asked, looking back at Fornell.
Bursting into laughter, Fornell pointed at Gibbs face, “Ah, you got a little something blue there, Gibbs.”
“This had better come off,” Gibbs glared at Emily as he headed for the bathroom.
Emily ran after him, still giggling, “Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll get the Noxzema.”
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs, Emily, Fornell
Spoilers: Witch Hunt
Prompt: #15 Blue
Word Count: 465
Rating: T
Summary: “Why are you blue?”
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse. In this ‘verse Emily Fornell is actually Emily Gibbs.
“What are you doing here,” Emily asked as she opened the door to her father.
Gibbs eyes widened as he looked at his daughter, “Why the hell are you blue?”
Emily rolled her eyes and let him into Fornell’s house, “I’m Smurfette.”
“What the hell is a smurfette?” Entering the living room, he glared at Fornell, “Why the hell is Emily blue?”
“She just told you, it’s her Halloween costume. She’s Smurfette and you can stop asking, I’ve no idea what the hell a smurfette is either,” Fornell shrugged from his seat on the couch.
“Seriously, what where you guys doing in the 80’s,” Emily groaned in annoyance.
“Paris Island,” Gibbs responded as Fornell came out with “Quantico.”
“That explains so much of my life. Sit down,” Emily waved an impatient had at the couch, “I’ll show you.”
As Emily ran from the room, Gibbs turned to Fornell, “Why did you let her paint herself blue?”
“What kinda idiot do you think I am? It’s grease paint. It will come off her face easier than my bathroom sink. Just be grateful it is cold and she’s wearing the blue turtleneck and tights. She wanted to paint her whole body.”
“And go naked,” Gibbs shouted.
“No, Dad. Gees, don’t have a coronary. Smurfette also wears white shoes, a white dress, and a white hood. I’m just waiting for Aunt Abby to get here to help me put it on. Giveme,” she held her hand out, fingers wiggling for the remote.
“I’m trying to watch the news,” Fornell complained as he tugged the remote to him.
“I’ll give you the highlights: death, death, war, fire, robbery, rain tomorrow. Now, giveme. I need to educate you two.”
Gibbs sighed, “You’re getting pretty snarky there, Emily Rose.”
Turning from the dvd player, she glared at her father, “Should have seen me a few months ago. Oh, that’s right, you were in Mexico.”
“Emily…”
“Here, watch this. Smurfette is the girl. I’m going to finish my hair, when Aunt Abs gets here, send her up to my room, okay,” she handed the remote back to Fornell and ran up the stairs.
After about five minutes, Gibbs turned to Fornell, “What the fuck is this?”
“I’m not sure,” Fornell’s head twisted as he looked at the scene. “Whoever wrote it was on the good stuff, though, let me tell you.”
Gibbs barked out a laugh, as Fornell flicked off the DVD and turned the news back on.
“So, why are you here,” Fornell asked just as the newscaster went from the fire to the robbery.
“I thought I’d go trick-or-treating with you guys.”
“Really,” Emily asked as she came back into the room. This time she was wearing a white smock like dress and a pair of white pumps and carrying her pink cell phone.
“Yeah,” Gibbs looked up at Emily and smiled. “See, now that looks cute. Well, except for the blue face, of course?”
“Dad, I couldn’t be Smurfette with a white face. Can you button me up? Aunt Abby called, she’s running late, so she’s going to meet us at Annie’s.”
Gibbs sat on the arm of the couch as he stumbled over the buttons for a moment or two, “So, you mind if I go with you guys?”
Emily shook her head, “No, I think I’d like that. I don’t remember you ever going trick-or-treating with us. Or even seeing my costume.”
“Em,” he turned her gently to face him, “you’re right. I’ve never been with you, because it was something I used to do with Kelly. When I left, you told me that I was trying to forget you, but the truth is that your whole life I’ve been trying to forget Kelly. By not doing things with you that I did with Kelly, like trick-or-treating or working on the boat or telling you stories about her. I’d like to change that, Em.”
“I’d like that too,” Emily lunged at her father, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his cheek. Pulling back she laughed, “Oops! Hey, now you can go as Grouchy Smurf.”
“What,” Gibbs asked, looking back at Fornell.
Bursting into laughter, Fornell pointed at Gibbs face, “Ah, you got a little something blue there, Gibbs.”
“This had better come off,” Gibbs glared at Emily as he headed for the bathroom.
Emily ran after him, still giggling, “Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll get the Noxzema.”