NCIS (television): Kiss and Music
Title: Kiss and Music
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 652 words
Summary: Four ruminations.
Warning(s): None.
Spoiler(s): None.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
i. sun on your face
The heat of the sun has an astonishing effect on young NCIS agents, Jethro decides. So long as their eyes are protected, they fall asleep very quickly in pools of warm light, and don't move for a good half hour, in spite of all promises against doing so.
Amused in spite of himself, Jethro sits down on the edge of the bed, well away from the patch of sunlight that has alighted on his bed, and hence, on McGee. Tim is laying on his side in the sun, curled up like a cat, and it's so damn cute that Gibbs can't quite help himself. He crawls behind McGee, slips his arm over the man's waist and spoons up behind him. Tim has good ideas now and again.
ii. handwriting
Tim's handwriting is cramped, almost completely illegible, and has an odd tendency to tilt to the left. It drives Gibbs crazy when he has to decipher the notes left on his desk, stuck to his computer, taped to his cell phone. It ends up getting to the point that he finds himself researching methods on how to teach someone to be ambidextrous, though when he realizes what he's doing, he stops.
But that doesn't stop it from being ridiculous, and one day he gets up and tries to talk to McGee about it. "Tries," and fails, because he suddenly can't think when he's distracted by McGee's elegant hands twirling a pen like a baton.
iii. body language
It's there in his stance, in the restrained fury of his balled up fists. Tim doesn't really know what he's doing when he grabs the boss man's arm and pulls him away from the confrontation. He knows that Gibbs is just as likely to twist his subordinate's head off as he is the Director's.
Of course, that's why McGee had to step in. He couldn't let Gibbs ruin his career over -- whatever this is about.
Gibbs is shaking like a horse coming down off the Kentucky Derby, and Tim doesn't know what to do. Tony is better at this, at talking Gibbs down from the ledge he's prepared to jump off of. McGee is good at comforting, knows how to make girls stop crying and can make his dog obey, but this -- whatever the cause, rage isn't something he was taught to handle.
He tries to talk, but when he opens his mouth, Gibbs just shoots him a look, and he shuts it again. Then it stops being him leading Gibbs and becomes Gibbs leading him, to the elevator, which clears out pretty quickly when everyone sees Jethro's face.
The elevator doors close, and Gibbs hits the switch, and by the time the lights have dimmed, he's taken McGee by the shoulders.
"I won't let him," he says. "I won't let him take you."
McGee stares at him, bewildered. "The Director? Take me where?"
"No where," Gibbs replies. "No where. I won't let him." He drops his hands, and there's something in his eyes, Tim can't -- "I won't let him take you. Away from me."
iv. intoxicating
Tim's skin is warm, and his cheeks are flushed, and Gibbs is remembering just why they never let him drink alone.
"See," McGee says, as he continues to attempt to install himself into Gibbs's lap. "Thing is. Thing is." Gibbs slides to the side at the last minute and Tim ends in a crumpled heap on the bench. "Dolphins," he declares.
"I think it's time to go home," Gibbs says.
McGee sits up like his spine is spring loaded. "Great! Let's go to your place!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"C'mon."
"No."
"But!"
"No!"
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
Gibbs grits his teeth and pulls Tim to his feet. McGee wavers a little, but stabilizes.
"You're not going home with me," Gibbs says.
"Why?"
"Because...." Gibbs looks at McGee, flushed and intoxicating. Vulnerable. "Because I might...do something that you would regret."
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 652 words
Summary: Four ruminations.
Warning(s): None.
Spoiler(s): None.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
i. sun on your face
The heat of the sun has an astonishing effect on young NCIS agents, Jethro decides. So long as their eyes are protected, they fall asleep very quickly in pools of warm light, and don't move for a good half hour, in spite of all promises against doing so.
Amused in spite of himself, Jethro sits down on the edge of the bed, well away from the patch of sunlight that has alighted on his bed, and hence, on McGee. Tim is laying on his side in the sun, curled up like a cat, and it's so damn cute that Gibbs can't quite help himself. He crawls behind McGee, slips his arm over the man's waist and spoons up behind him. Tim has good ideas now and again.
ii. handwriting
Tim's handwriting is cramped, almost completely illegible, and has an odd tendency to tilt to the left. It drives Gibbs crazy when he has to decipher the notes left on his desk, stuck to his computer, taped to his cell phone. It ends up getting to the point that he finds himself researching methods on how to teach someone to be ambidextrous, though when he realizes what he's doing, he stops.
But that doesn't stop it from being ridiculous, and one day he gets up and tries to talk to McGee about it. "Tries," and fails, because he suddenly can't think when he's distracted by McGee's elegant hands twirling a pen like a baton.
iii. body language
It's there in his stance, in the restrained fury of his balled up fists. Tim doesn't really know what he's doing when he grabs the boss man's arm and pulls him away from the confrontation. He knows that Gibbs is just as likely to twist his subordinate's head off as he is the Director's.
Of course, that's why McGee had to step in. He couldn't let Gibbs ruin his career over -- whatever this is about.
Gibbs is shaking like a horse coming down off the Kentucky Derby, and Tim doesn't know what to do. Tony is better at this, at talking Gibbs down from the ledge he's prepared to jump off of. McGee is good at comforting, knows how to make girls stop crying and can make his dog obey, but this -- whatever the cause, rage isn't something he was taught to handle.
He tries to talk, but when he opens his mouth, Gibbs just shoots him a look, and he shuts it again. Then it stops being him leading Gibbs and becomes Gibbs leading him, to the elevator, which clears out pretty quickly when everyone sees Jethro's face.
The elevator doors close, and Gibbs hits the switch, and by the time the lights have dimmed, he's taken McGee by the shoulders.
"I won't let him," he says. "I won't let him take you."
McGee stares at him, bewildered. "The Director? Take me where?"
"No where," Gibbs replies. "No where. I won't let him." He drops his hands, and there's something in his eyes, Tim can't -- "I won't let him take you. Away from me."
iv. intoxicating
Tim's skin is warm, and his cheeks are flushed, and Gibbs is remembering just why they never let him drink alone.
"See," McGee says, as he continues to attempt to install himself into Gibbs's lap. "Thing is. Thing is." Gibbs slides to the side at the last minute and Tim ends in a crumpled heap on the bench. "Dolphins," he declares.
"I think it's time to go home," Gibbs says.
McGee sits up like his spine is spring loaded. "Great! Let's go to your place!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"C'mon."
"No."
"But!"
"No!"
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
Gibbs grits his teeth and pulls Tim to his feet. McGee wavers a little, but stabilizes.
"You're not going home with me," Gibbs says.
"Why?"
"Because...." Gibbs looks at McGee, flushed and intoxicating. Vulnerable. "Because I might...do something that you would regret."