Ashleigh Anpilova


In his own particular style, Gibbs sets out to woo Ducky.

A first time story.

Written: September 2009. Word count: 300.






Opening the front door, Ducky was taken aback to find Jethro outside.


"Hey, Duck. Thought I'd give you a ride to the office."


Curious as to why his friend would drive all the way to Reston, which meant driving past the Navy Yard to offer him a lift, Ducky nonetheless readily accepted.




About to make himself a pot of tea, Ducky paused as the Autopsy doors swished open and Jethro strode in.


"Hey, Duck. Bought you a cup of tea."


Accepting the gesture with a smile, Ducky forewent telling his friend that tea from the machine, served in a Styrofoam cup, was not his idea of a 'cup of tea'.




Wondering from where he was going to summon the energy to cook supper, Ducky groaned when the front door bell sounded.


"Hey, Duck. Got carry-out."


Sitting side by side on the sofa, eating Chinese take-away wasn't normally Ducky's idea of a good meal, but at that moment it tasted like the finest cuisine.




Putting his hat and coat on, Ducky sighed at the prospect of another evening spent with his mother, who no longer knew who he was.


"Hey, Duck. Thought I'd come with you to visit your mom."


Rather than allow himself to be hurt by his mother recognizing Jethro yet not her own son, Ducky instead took solace in the fact that he wasn't facing her alone.




Ducky knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help being a tad pleased by the way DiNozzo was rubbing his head; if he hadn't learned by now not to 'insult' Ducky, he should have done.


"Hey, Duck. You okay?"


Ducky smiled. Of course he was okay. The next second he found himself in Jethro's arms, with Jethro's mouth on his. 'Okay' didn't even begin to cover it.



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