Good Intelligence (14/?, R, NCIS/The Closer, Jenny/Brenda,Gibbs/Sharon)
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: R for adult aftermath and medical situation
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Jethro Gibbs/Sharon Raydor
Genre: f/f, m/f
Warning: more squicky medical stuff in this part, and some accusations
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which may well have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they wouldn't have to go through all this to have a little fun
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: 868
Author's note: time to finish this turkey.
A knock at Brenda's front door brought out weapons all around. Jenny's firm hand kept Brenda in her seat as Provenza walked to the door.
"Chief Pope!" he said, and stood aside.
"Is she...." Will spotted Brenda and strode across the room. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"They say something's happened to Fritz," she told him. "He... he's disappeared."
"He's a smart guy, Brenda," Will said. "He'll be okay."
"You're just saying that 'cause...."
"No, I really mean... he'll be okay! Brenda! Fritz is okay. Really."
"You have some knowledge on this subject, Chief?" asked Jenny.
"You have no secure safe house in Los Angeles, Director?"
"Not secure enough," Jenny said. Brenda looked up at her and saw distaste in her eyes. Jenny saw that she saw, and laid warm fingers against Brenda's face. "No one is going to hurt you, Brenda. No one. That's why we are all here, to make sure no one hurts you. This," she told Will, "is not a place anyone would expect to find us, and it is relatively secure...."
They were interrupted when the front door crashed open again and two black Dobermans burst in, followed by Agent Gibbs carrying a half-naked Sharon Raydor, whose body was wracked by convulsions.
"Ducky!" Gibbs called.
"Dear God, Jethro," the doctor said, "what have you done to her?"
"Nothing that ever made anyone have convulsions before!" Gibbs spat. "It's been about twenty minutes that I know of. She shakes for a couple of minutes, then it lets up and starts again."
"Does she have a history...?"
"No," said Will. "Not in her record, anyway, unless pre-eclampsia counts. Wumpus! Hurkle! Lie down!"
The dogs settled beside Will at Brenda's feet.
"Her dogs are named Wumpus and Hurkle?" said the tall woman working at the computer.
"When was this episode...?" the doctor asked.
"A while," said Will. "Her youngest son is a trauma surgeon at Mercy."
"They let her reproduce?" marveled Provenza.
Gibbs spun around with Sharon still in his arms.
"Hey!" he snarled. Provenza took a step backward.
"Put her on the table, Jethro," said the doctor. "Has she eaten anything...?"
The timeline disappeared from the dining table, and Gibbs set Sharon down. Brenda blinked. From her position she could see that the FID director was not wearing panties. She was apparently a natural redhead, and she had been... oh, dear. She had been busy.
Gibbs was holding out a crushed coffee cup, one of the ones from the anonymous delivery back at headquarters. The tall dark girl took it, picked up a case and started for the kitchen.
"It was in the car," he said. "She brought it with her. She finished the whole thing."
"Be a few minutes for the tests," she told Ducky, "even if I get really lucky."
"Start with cholinesterase inhibitors," Ducky told her. "McGee, diazepam. There should be a pre-filled syringe...."
"Got it."
The boyish agent laid the syringe in the doctor's hand. He peeled its wrapper off, plunged the needle into Sharon's thigh and depressed the plunger.
Will Pope stood up and went to the table. He looked carefully at Sharon's wrists, then the backs of her knees. He lifted the skirt of her slip for a second, long enough to verify the bruises forming at the inside top of each thigh, then pulled it back down. He looked at Gibbs.
"What did you do to her?" he demanded.
"What are you, twelve?" Gibbs roared back. "What does it look like we did? And I asked her, every time, and she said yes every time and... and when I woke up after she was like that."
The tall man's face was red and his eyes full of tears. Jenny stepped over the dogs and pushed between him and Will.
"They don't know you, Jethro," she said. "They don't know you... just wouldn't."
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked the doctor.
"She never was before," said Provenza.
"Lieutenant Provenza," Brenda said, "Why don't you do another perimeter check? Now, please."
Sharon's spasms had eased.
"You gonna pump her stomach?" Gibbs asked the doctor.
"It's been more than an hour, so no, but we should decontaminate her skin," the doctor said. "A shower, and we should wash her hair thoroughly."
Gibbs reached for Sharon, but he ran into Will Pope's outstretched arm.
"You don't touch her again," the chief growled, "until she can tell us herself what happened."
"Bingo!" The tall girl returned from the kitchen and handed the doctor a slip of paper. "I didn't know that stuff was still legal," she said.
"It's not," said the doctor, "at least not here, but some places are not so picky. Abby, you're big enough to hold her. Would you shower with her?"
"Decon-thing? Sure. McGee, you wanna carry her in there for me? And give me my bag. I've got something she can wear."
The boyish agent stepped around Pope and Gibbs and scooped Sharon from the table. She was beginning to move with purpose, as if she might be regaining consciousness.
"Where's the shower?" the agent asked.
"This way," said Brenda. "I'd better help you. If she wakes up there should be somebody there that she knows."
Rating: R for adult aftermath and medical situation
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Jethro Gibbs/Sharon Raydor
Genre: f/f, m/f
Warning: more squicky medical stuff in this part, and some accusations
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which may well have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they wouldn't have to go through all this to have a little fun
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: 868
Author's note: time to finish this turkey.
A knock at Brenda's front door brought out weapons all around. Jenny's firm hand kept Brenda in her seat as Provenza walked to the door.
"Chief Pope!" he said, and stood aside.
"Is she...." Will spotted Brenda and strode across the room. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"They say something's happened to Fritz," she told him. "He... he's disappeared."
"He's a smart guy, Brenda," Will said. "He'll be okay."
"You're just saying that 'cause...."
"No, I really mean... he'll be okay! Brenda! Fritz is okay. Really."
"You have some knowledge on this subject, Chief?" asked Jenny.
"You have no secure safe house in Los Angeles, Director?"
"Not secure enough," Jenny said. Brenda looked up at her and saw distaste in her eyes. Jenny saw that she saw, and laid warm fingers against Brenda's face. "No one is going to hurt you, Brenda. No one. That's why we are all here, to make sure no one hurts you. This," she told Will, "is not a place anyone would expect to find us, and it is relatively secure...."
They were interrupted when the front door crashed open again and two black Dobermans burst in, followed by Agent Gibbs carrying a half-naked Sharon Raydor, whose body was wracked by convulsions.
"Ducky!" Gibbs called.
"Dear God, Jethro," the doctor said, "what have you done to her?"
"Nothing that ever made anyone have convulsions before!" Gibbs spat. "It's been about twenty minutes that I know of. She shakes for a couple of minutes, then it lets up and starts again."
"Does she have a history...?"
"No," said Will. "Not in her record, anyway, unless pre-eclampsia counts. Wumpus! Hurkle! Lie down!"
The dogs settled beside Will at Brenda's feet.
"Her dogs are named Wumpus and Hurkle?" said the tall woman working at the computer.
"When was this episode...?" the doctor asked.
"A while," said Will. "Her youngest son is a trauma surgeon at Mercy."
"They let her reproduce?" marveled Provenza.
Gibbs spun around with Sharon still in his arms.
"Hey!" he snarled. Provenza took a step backward.
"Put her on the table, Jethro," said the doctor. "Has she eaten anything...?"
The timeline disappeared from the dining table, and Gibbs set Sharon down. Brenda blinked. From her position she could see that the FID director was not wearing panties. She was apparently a natural redhead, and she had been... oh, dear. She had been busy.
Gibbs was holding out a crushed coffee cup, one of the ones from the anonymous delivery back at headquarters. The tall dark girl took it, picked up a case and started for the kitchen.
"It was in the car," he said. "She brought it with her. She finished the whole thing."
"Be a few minutes for the tests," she told Ducky, "even if I get really lucky."
"Start with cholinesterase inhibitors," Ducky told her. "McGee, diazepam. There should be a pre-filled syringe...."
"Got it."
The boyish agent laid the syringe in the doctor's hand. He peeled its wrapper off, plunged the needle into Sharon's thigh and depressed the plunger.
Will Pope stood up and went to the table. He looked carefully at Sharon's wrists, then the backs of her knees. He lifted the skirt of her slip for a second, long enough to verify the bruises forming at the inside top of each thigh, then pulled it back down. He looked at Gibbs.
"What did you do to her?" he demanded.
"What are you, twelve?" Gibbs roared back. "What does it look like we did? And I asked her, every time, and she said yes every time and... and when I woke up after she was like that."
The tall man's face was red and his eyes full of tears. Jenny stepped over the dogs and pushed between him and Will.
"They don't know you, Jethro," she said. "They don't know you... just wouldn't."
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked the doctor.
"She never was before," said Provenza.
"Lieutenant Provenza," Brenda said, "Why don't you do another perimeter check? Now, please."
Sharon's spasms had eased.
"You gonna pump her stomach?" Gibbs asked the doctor.
"It's been more than an hour, so no, but we should decontaminate her skin," the doctor said. "A shower, and we should wash her hair thoroughly."
Gibbs reached for Sharon, but he ran into Will Pope's outstretched arm.
"You don't touch her again," the chief growled, "until she can tell us herself what happened."
"Bingo!" The tall girl returned from the kitchen and handed the doctor a slip of paper. "I didn't know that stuff was still legal," she said.
"It's not," said the doctor, "at least not here, but some places are not so picky. Abby, you're big enough to hold her. Would you shower with her?"
"Decon-thing? Sure. McGee, you wanna carry her in there for me? And give me my bag. I've got something she can wear."
The boyish agent stepped around Pope and Gibbs and scooped Sharon from the table. She was beginning to move with purpose, as if she might be regaining consciousness.
"Where's the shower?" the agent asked.
"This way," said Brenda. "I'd better help you. If she wakes up there should be somebody there that she knows."