BEST LAID PLANS
Gibbs makes a decision and a careful plan.
An established relationship story.
Written: November 2008. Word count: 300.
He looked around the room and nodded.
Everything was perfect.
The table was laid correctly; the lighting just right; the gentle music ideal.
He was dressed in a suit, as he knew Ducky loved to see him.
The smell of a home-cooked meal wafted from the kitchen. Okay, it wasn't his home-cooked meal, it was Abby's; but the thought was there.
He put his hand into his jacket pocket and felt the small box.
Everything was perfect. Nothing could go wrong.
They'd have a pre-dinner drink, then enjoy the meal and one another's company, then an after-dinner drink, and then he'd do it.
That was exactly how it would go.
The sound of Ducky's 'special ring' pulled him from his reverie.
"Hey, Duck." He shut the door behind Ducky and locked it. Then before Ducky could comment, he pulled him into his arms and kissed him.
"You look particularly handsome tonight, my dear."
He took Ducky's hand, led him into the sitting room and poured drinks.
Later they moved to the dining room and he served dinner.
Ducky was about to lift his fork to his mouth, when -
"Wait." He caught Ducky's hand. "I can't - It's no good, Duck. I can't."
"Jethro?" Concern touched Ducky's voice and eyes.
He pulled the box from his pocket, opened it and took out a golden band. "Dr. Donald Mallard," he said formally. "Will you marry me?"
"Oh, Jethro," Ducky whispered. "Yes, my dear. Oh, yes."
A FEW HOURS LATER
They lay entwined in Jethro's bed, clothes scattered over the floor, at peace and contented.
So what if it hadn't quite gone according to plan? So what if the home-cooked meal still stood on the table? So what if the lights remained on? So what? None of that mattered.
Because he, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, finally had perfection.
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