Good Intelligence (6/?, R, NCIS/The Closer, Jenny/Brenda, Gibbs/Sharon)
Title: Good Intelligence
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Jethro Gibbs/Sharon Raydor
Genre: f/f, m/f, trying to think of a good m/m pairing
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: 587
The redhead was boiling inside, and Gibbs was enjoying the show. When McGee handed out the non-disclosure forms with all the national security language, she alone read every word before signing the document. She then turned and opened the door, only to freeze when Pope's voice rang out.
"Captain Raydor!"
The room fell silent.
"Close. The. Door." Pope told her.
The woman's eyes closed, but she did as she was told.
"Turn around."
She turned. Her eyes were open now, blazing with green fury. Gibbs sipped his coffee to hide his smile.
"I don't yet know," he told her "exactly what is going on here, but I suspect members of the LAPD are about to become entangled in a covert operation."
The woman shook her head.
"That is ille...."
"DID I ASK YOU A QUESTION, CAPTAIN?"
She bit her lip and shook her head. The veins in the guy's temples were bulging and his neck was cording. He really needed to get his blood pressure checked. Of course, the redhead maybe deserved it.
"No, sir." she said softly, and Gibbs's heart broke. No way that woman deserved to be spoken to in any such way.
"You are relieved of other duties for the duration of this... incident. You are temporarily assigned to Pri...."
Her eyes blazed again, then, with simply unbelievable fury.
"Yes," Pope said, "you work for Chief Johnson until this is over. Very likely one of these men will do something in the pursuit of this enterprise that will violate one of the LAPD's nine million and sixty-three rules, and when that happens I want someone from Internal Affairs on the scene to minimize the damage."
"You want me to...."
"IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT I WANT, Captain!" He pointed at the blond, who was still clutching Jenny's hand. "It matters what SHE wants."
"Yes, sir."
He pulled the door open, propelling the hapless captain into the room, and slammed it on his way out.
"Well," said the oldest of the local officers, "that sucks."
"He's got one of his sick headaches," said Chief Johnson. "He'll change his mind before the day's out."
"Please God," said the other senior local, "and I will give up fried food for a month!"
"Brenda, that won't work," said Jenny. "If we read her in on this, she's in for the long haul, and we need to brief your people now."
The object of their discussion stood by the coffeemaker, dumping spoonful after spoonful of white powder into a styrofoam cup. Gibbs stepped up beside her.
"I think that's salt," he said.
She touched a finger to it and tasted it, and then winced.
"Just when you think your day can't get any worse...."
"What," Gibbs asked her, "would you like to happen here?"
"I would like to be teleported to a world where people are sane and do not shoot each other and police officers are honest and honorable."
"Can I come, too?" he asked.
"I'd be out of a job."
"Wouldn't that be great?" he said.
A hint of a smile teased at her lips. He found himself grinning down at her as her smile widened. He heard Ducky's chuckle and saw Jenny roll her eyes and McGee and DiNozzo exchange what he sincerely hoped was not the payoff to a wager, but in the face of that green-eyed smile Leroy Jethro Gibbs cared not at all.
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Jethro Gibbs/Sharon Raydor
Genre: f/f, m/f, trying to think of a good m/m pairing
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: 587
The redhead was boiling inside, and Gibbs was enjoying the show. When McGee handed out the non-disclosure forms with all the national security language, she alone read every word before signing the document. She then turned and opened the door, only to freeze when Pope's voice rang out.
"Captain Raydor!"
The room fell silent.
"Close. The. Door." Pope told her.
The woman's eyes closed, but she did as she was told.
"Turn around."
She turned. Her eyes were open now, blazing with green fury. Gibbs sipped his coffee to hide his smile.
"I don't yet know," he told her "exactly what is going on here, but I suspect members of the LAPD are about to become entangled in a covert operation."
The woman shook her head.
"That is ille...."
"DID I ASK YOU A QUESTION, CAPTAIN?"
She bit her lip and shook her head. The veins in the guy's temples were bulging and his neck was cording. He really needed to get his blood pressure checked. Of course, the redhead maybe deserved it.
"No, sir." she said softly, and Gibbs's heart broke. No way that woman deserved to be spoken to in any such way.
"You are relieved of other duties for the duration of this... incident. You are temporarily assigned to Pri...."
Her eyes blazed again, then, with simply unbelievable fury.
"Yes," Pope said, "you work for Chief Johnson until this is over. Very likely one of these men will do something in the pursuit of this enterprise that will violate one of the LAPD's nine million and sixty-three rules, and when that happens I want someone from Internal Affairs on the scene to minimize the damage."
"You want me to...."
"IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT I WANT, Captain!" He pointed at the blond, who was still clutching Jenny's hand. "It matters what SHE wants."
"Yes, sir."
He pulled the door open, propelling the hapless captain into the room, and slammed it on his way out.
"Well," said the oldest of the local officers, "that sucks."
"He's got one of his sick headaches," said Chief Johnson. "He'll change his mind before the day's out."
"Please God," said the other senior local, "and I will give up fried food for a month!"
"Brenda, that won't work," said Jenny. "If we read her in on this, she's in for the long haul, and we need to brief your people now."
The object of their discussion stood by the coffeemaker, dumping spoonful after spoonful of white powder into a styrofoam cup. Gibbs stepped up beside her.
"I think that's salt," he said.
She touched a finger to it and tasted it, and then winced.
"Just when you think your day can't get any worse...."
"What," Gibbs asked her, "would you like to happen here?"
"I would like to be teleported to a world where people are sane and do not shoot each other and police officers are honest and honorable."
"Can I come, too?" he asked.
"I'd be out of a job."
"Wouldn't that be great?" he said.
A hint of a smile teased at her lips. He found himself grinning down at her as her smile widened. He heard Ducky's chuckle and saw Jenny roll her eyes and McGee and DiNozzo exchange what he sincerely hoped was not the payoff to a wager, but in the face of that green-eyed smile Leroy Jethro Gibbs cared not at all.