Increase Your Heart Rate: NCIS: Donald Mallard: #047 Heart
Gibbs jogged up the bleep test track. Ducky waited as he turned and jogged, a little faster, back again.
“Does it really need a fully....?” Gibbs turned and ran back in the other direction.
Ducky waited and watched as the agent made his next turn. He sprinted back again.
“...qualified doc...”
Another lap.
“...to take a few heart rates?” Ducky finished with a smile. Gibbs just had the time to nod before his foot hit the marker and he ran off again.
Ducky watched as the muscular form of his friend disappeared up the track. He considered how exactly he could explain to Jethro that the PTI was off sick today and he’d bumped into the gym manager on the way in that morning and how they’d been overdue their fitness tests and really how it was only Ducky that could put his foot down and get Special Agent Gibbs to do one anyway, all in the space of the two seconds it took Jethro to come into range, turn and leave again.
Ducky made his decision as Gibbs approached. As he came into earshot Ducky just crossed his arms and smiled. Jethro kept eye contact in askance as his foot hit the marker. As he turned, Ducky tilted slightly and glanced down behind Jethro, grin still very much evident.
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“We could be here a while...”
The three agents were just settling in as Gibbs did his test, when they saw him falter at a turn, run a few more awkward paces then seemingly convulse, hands on knees. They ran across the gym.
“You okay, Boss?”
Gibbs swung down onto his backside and sat, laughing.
"Jethro, really. They wouldn't let you be a school crossing guard with a level four." Ducky wandered off before his own laughter betrayed them.