Good Intelligence (2/?, R, NCIS/The Closer, Jenny/Brenda primary)
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: R
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: 391
Decades were a concept that Brenda Leigh Johnson had no use for. Years were short enough to comprehend, and centuries long enough to mark out a lifetime, but decades were simply useless. She told herself, then, that it had not been nearly two decades since she got such a phone call. It had been seventeen years.
She had never been a field agent. People who risked their lives every day, people who made institutional enemies that would automatically destroy them if they were ever exposed, those people lived a life beyond her comprehension. Once in a while she had been assigned to debrief someone, and the stark reality of their lives still gave her nightmares. It made wearing a badge on the streets of LA look safe, and every day she thanked divine providence that she need not fear a bullet in the night or a ringing phone.
Then her phone did ring, and sent her strolling up Broadway with an ice cream cone peering into windows full of cheap clothing and pirated movies until she saw his reflected eyes looking back at her.
"There is a situation," he said. She swallowed, visualizing jumbo jets sticking out of buildings and entire days going to friends' funerals, one after the other.
"What?" she asked. "When?"
"You," he said. "Someone from the former Soviet bloc, someone who believes you have inconvenient information."
"Just me? Not... not terrorists?"
His lips smiled, but not his eyes.
"You take this cop thing seriously, don't you?" he asked.
"I do."
He laughed, shaking his head.
"We can move you," he said. "A new identity...."
"My face has been in every newspaper west of El Paso," she told him. "I was in Time and Newsweek."
"The woman who could run the LAPD," he said. "A lot of us were rooting for you. It would have made a lot of things much easier."
For some reason this gave Brenda a chill.
"We have expert plastic surgeons," he said.
"Not going to happen," she said, "but thank you very much for the offer. If you'll give me what you have...."
He did laugh then, so loudly that people looked around.
"Worth a try," she said.
"I'll give you something better," he said. "Walk across the street with me."
As soon as they turned, she saw Jenny Shepard.
Rating: R
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: 391
Decades were a concept that Brenda Leigh Johnson had no use for. Years were short enough to comprehend, and centuries long enough to mark out a lifetime, but decades were simply useless. She told herself, then, that it had not been nearly two decades since she got such a phone call. It had been seventeen years.
She had never been a field agent. People who risked their lives every day, people who made institutional enemies that would automatically destroy them if they were ever exposed, those people lived a life beyond her comprehension. Once in a while she had been assigned to debrief someone, and the stark reality of their lives still gave her nightmares. It made wearing a badge on the streets of LA look safe, and every day she thanked divine providence that she need not fear a bullet in the night or a ringing phone.
Then her phone did ring, and sent her strolling up Broadway with an ice cream cone peering into windows full of cheap clothing and pirated movies until she saw his reflected eyes looking back at her.
"There is a situation," he said. She swallowed, visualizing jumbo jets sticking out of buildings and entire days going to friends' funerals, one after the other.
"What?" she asked. "When?"
"You," he said. "Someone from the former Soviet bloc, someone who believes you have inconvenient information."
"Just me? Not... not terrorists?"
His lips smiled, but not his eyes.
"You take this cop thing seriously, don't you?" he asked.
"I do."
He laughed, shaking his head.
"We can move you," he said. "A new identity...."
"My face has been in every newspaper west of El Paso," she told him. "I was in Time and Newsweek."
"The woman who could run the LAPD," he said. "A lot of us were rooting for you. It would have made a lot of things much easier."
For some reason this gave Brenda a chill.
"We have expert plastic surgeons," he said.
"Not going to happen," she said, "but thank you very much for the offer. If you'll give me what you have...."
He did laugh then, so loudly that people looked around.
"Worth a try," she said.
"I'll give you something better," he said. "Walk across the street with me."
As soon as they turned, she saw Jenny Shepard.