Good Intelligence (3/?, R, NCIS/The Closer, Jenny/Brenda primary)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson
Genre: f/f, m/f, still no good m/m pairing inspiration
Warning: unintentional dub-con later
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which will have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: Timelines totally skewed in the quest for quality femslash and because Gibbs likes redheads.
Summary: The danger from Brenda's past may not have nearly the impact on her life as the old friend who shows up to protect her.
Word Count: 575
Jenny watched the burley handler guide his asset across the street. Brenda moved as gracefully as she ever had. When the CIA was satisfied all those years ago, Ziva had wanted no more part of Brenda Leigh Johnson. Jenny had.
"There's so much more I don't remember," she had told the interrogator. "I need... I need to know."
"I've got some leave time coming," Brenda had said. "Meet me in Essaouira."
Jenny snapped back to the present when the blond clasped her hands.
"Brenda," she breathed. "How are you?"
"Not as well as I thought," Brenda drawled. "What did you do to your chest?"
Trust Brenda to be blunt.
"I got shot and had to have reconstructive surgery."
"I believe I'd sue."
"It's the government's nickel."
"Ladies," growled the handler.
"Brenda," Jenny said, "I want you to seriously think about going into protective custody."
"Can I bring the whole city of Los Angeles with me?"
"That's what I thought you were going to say."
The handler cleared his throat again, and Jenny slipped her arm through Brenda's.
"Let's walk," she said. The strolled back down the street, the CIA handler falling behind in the crowd.
"So what happens now?" Brenda asked.
"Now my team finds out what this is all about and takes out the assassin, preferably before he gets to you."
"Your team?"
"NCIS. It's more than meets the official eye, sort of a special agency...."
"I was with the company long enough to know about its relationship with NCIS."
"It's given us a world-class team. Do you remember Ziva David?"
"The little girl that was with you in...?"
"The Mossad agent."
"Mossad takes them way young, then."
"She was seventeen. She grew up, and she's on detached duty with us, now.
"I can take care of myself, thank you."
"Brenda, you don't have eyes in the back of your head."
"No, but I'm safe at work, and when we bought the house I... I thought about the things you told me, being away from other buildings with a way out the back and a garage so nobody can tell if your car's there...."
Jenny smiled, amazed at the idle conversation that had lingered in Brenda's memory.
"Home is probably not a good idea. You'll put your Will in danger." she said.
"Will?"
"They said you were married? Is it not that guy you were so crazy about when you left...?"
"No, no, not... not that guy. Fritz is with the FBI."
"That part I knew, but I just assumed... anyway, a lot of people know where you live, right?"
"Some. Mostly my squad... Jenny, I'm gon' have to tell them."
"Do they know you were CIA?"
"Not officially."
"Well, we need to see your workplace, anyway."
"Parker Center is as secure as it gets," Brenda told her. "There's really no need...."
"Brenda, I'm just an old friend. Please won't you show me where you work?"
"I guess if you put it that way...."
BANG!
Both women turned with the same fluid motion, pistols in their hands.
BANG! BANG!
A blue Chevrolet backfired one last time and rolled up Broadway toward Chinatown. Brenda flashed her badge at the concerned citizens who had been startled by the appearance of their weapons, and then she and Jenny walked on in the opposite direction.
"This gon' be hell, isn't it, Jen?"
"Hell doesn't even begin to cover it."
Genre: f/f, m/f, still no good m/m pairing inspiration
Warning: unintentional dub-con later
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which will have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: Timelines totally skewed in the quest for quality femslash and because Gibbs likes redheads.
Summary: The danger from Brenda's past may not have nearly the impact on her life as the old friend who shows up to protect her.
Word Count: 575
Jenny watched the burley handler guide his asset across the street. Brenda moved as gracefully as she ever had. When the CIA was satisfied all those years ago, Ziva had wanted no more part of Brenda Leigh Johnson. Jenny had.
"There's so much more I don't remember," she had told the interrogator. "I need... I need to know."
"I've got some leave time coming," Brenda had said. "Meet me in Essaouira."
Jenny snapped back to the present when the blond clasped her hands.
"Brenda," she breathed. "How are you?"
"Not as well as I thought," Brenda drawled. "What did you do to your chest?"
Trust Brenda to be blunt.
"I got shot and had to have reconstructive surgery."
"I believe I'd sue."
"It's the government's nickel."
"Ladies," growled the handler.
"Brenda," Jenny said, "I want you to seriously think about going into protective custody."
"Can I bring the whole city of Los Angeles with me?"
"That's what I thought you were going to say."
The handler cleared his throat again, and Jenny slipped her arm through Brenda's.
"Let's walk," she said. The strolled back down the street, the CIA handler falling behind in the crowd.
"So what happens now?" Brenda asked.
"Now my team finds out what this is all about and takes out the assassin, preferably before he gets to you."
"Your team?"
"NCIS. It's more than meets the official eye, sort of a special agency...."
"I was with the company long enough to know about its relationship with NCIS."
"It's given us a world-class team. Do you remember Ziva David?"
"The little girl that was with you in...?"
"The Mossad agent."
"Mossad takes them way young, then."
"She was seventeen. She grew up, and she's on detached duty with us, now.
"I can take care of myself, thank you."
"Brenda, you don't have eyes in the back of your head."
"No, but I'm safe at work, and when we bought the house I... I thought about the things you told me, being away from other buildings with a way out the back and a garage so nobody can tell if your car's there...."
Jenny smiled, amazed at the idle conversation that had lingered in Brenda's memory.
"Home is probably not a good idea. You'll put your Will in danger." she said.
"Will?"
"They said you were married? Is it not that guy you were so crazy about when you left...?"
"No, no, not... not that guy. Fritz is with the FBI."
"That part I knew, but I just assumed... anyway, a lot of people know where you live, right?"
"Some. Mostly my squad... Jenny, I'm gon' have to tell them."
"Do they know you were CIA?"
"Not officially."
"Well, we need to see your workplace, anyway."
"Parker Center is as secure as it gets," Brenda told her. "There's really no need...."
"Brenda, I'm just an old friend. Please won't you show me where you work?"
"I guess if you put it that way...."
BANG!
Both women turned with the same fluid motion, pistols in their hands.
BANG! BANG!
A blue Chevrolet backfired one last time and rolled up Broadway toward Chinatown. Brenda flashed her badge at the concerned citizens who had been startled by the appearance of their weapons, and then she and Jenny walked on in the opposite direction.
"This gon' be hell, isn't it, Jen?"
"Hell doesn't even begin to cover it."