[SG-1 + NCIS] "Silver Fox Committee" [G]
Title: Silver Fox Committee
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: (outrageously late) birthday present for sharp2799
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/NCIS
Character(s): Jack O’Neill, Jethro Gibbs
Setting: loosely part of my Highly Classified verse
Summary: “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Silver Fox Committee
When Jack came out of the Capitol after a long and boring senate committee meeting, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd, a lone polo shirt in a sea of dark suits.
“Gibbs,” he greeted.
The NCIS agent nodded. “O’Neill.”
“I take it this isn’t a social call?”
“I need a favor,” said Gibbs. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Jack nodded. “I’m due in a budget meeting in ten minutes, so I’d love one.”
He followed Gibbs out into the street, down several blocks, then into an alley and a small hole-in-the-wall deli. A bell rang as they entered, and a young woman came out of the back, pulling on an apron. She had hot pink hair done in elaborate braids and more piercings than Jack had thought one face could hold.
Unexpectedly, she beamed at Gibbs. “Special Agent Silver Fox,” she said, then added, “And General Silver Fox. Abby will be jealous.”
“She already knows him,” said Gibbs. “Two coffees, Devi. And can I borrow the office?”
“Coffees coming up,” she replied. “And yeah, the office should be empty.”
“Thanks.”
Devi smiled, then eyed Jack speculatively. “So, do you only go for redheads, too?”
“I-” Jack coughed, then managed a polite smile. “Spoken for, sorry.”
She sighed theatrically. “Always the good ones.”
“Hey,” protested Gibbs, and she laughed as she handed over their coffee.
“Any chance of pastries?” asked Jack, hopefully.
“There’s a batch of donuts just out of the friar,” she said.
“Sweet. Put them on Gibbs’s tab.”
The agent arched an eyebrow, but Jack just grinned. “Go ahead, Dev,” he said.
With a paper bag of too-hot donuts, Jack followed Gibbs up a small staircase behind the deli counter and up into a small cluttered office.
“So,” he asked around a scalding mouthful, “Agent Silver Fox. Sounds like there’s a story there.”
Gibbs sipped his coffee. “You know Abby.”
“I do. Which is why I want to hear that story. I’ll let you know if it’s a trade for that favor you’re asking me for.”
“Fine. She’s a friend of Abby’s and…”
THE END
Current Mood:
jubilant
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: (outrageously late) birthday present for sharp2799
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/NCIS
Character(s): Jack O’Neill, Jethro Gibbs
Setting: loosely part of my Highly Classified verse
Summary: “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Silver Fox Committee
When Jack came out of the Capitol after a long and boring senate committee meeting, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd, a lone polo shirt in a sea of dark suits.
“Gibbs,” he greeted.
The NCIS agent nodded. “O’Neill.”
“I take it this isn’t a social call?”
“I need a favor,” said Gibbs. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Jack nodded. “I’m due in a budget meeting in ten minutes, so I’d love one.”
He followed Gibbs out into the street, down several blocks, then into an alley and a small hole-in-the-wall deli. A bell rang as they entered, and a young woman came out of the back, pulling on an apron. She had hot pink hair done in elaborate braids and more piercings than Jack had thought one face could hold.
Unexpectedly, she beamed at Gibbs. “Special Agent Silver Fox,” she said, then added, “And General Silver Fox. Abby will be jealous.”
“She already knows him,” said Gibbs. “Two coffees, Devi. And can I borrow the office?”
“Coffees coming up,” she replied. “And yeah, the office should be empty.”
“Thanks.”
Devi smiled, then eyed Jack speculatively. “So, do you only go for redheads, too?”
“I-” Jack coughed, then managed a polite smile. “Spoken for, sorry.”
She sighed theatrically. “Always the good ones.”
“Hey,” protested Gibbs, and she laughed as she handed over their coffee.
“Any chance of pastries?” asked Jack, hopefully.
“There’s a batch of donuts just out of the friar,” she said.
“Sweet. Put them on Gibbs’s tab.”
The agent arched an eyebrow, but Jack just grinned. “Go ahead, Dev,” he said.
With a paper bag of too-hot donuts, Jack followed Gibbs up a small staircase behind the deli counter and up into a small cluttered office.
“So,” he asked around a scalding mouthful, “Agent Silver Fox. Sounds like there’s a story there.”
Gibbs sipped his coffee. “You know Abby.”
“I do. Which is why I want to hear that story. I’ll let you know if it’s a trade for that favor you’re asking me for.”
“Fine. She’s a friend of Abby’s and…”
THE END
Current Mood:
jubilant