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At long last....the next part!!
Title: Five Minutes (Willow/NCIS)
Author: Lyl (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt – 034: Luck
Words: 841
Summary: An extra five minutes.
Spoilers: SWAK
Notes: We're now into actual episodes – SWAK (Sealed With A Kiss) in this case. I'll try to keep everything clear for those who haven't seen the episodes, but tell me if I'm skipping something important.
Thanks to my lovely betas – steph0202 and idontlikegravy.
~!~
He wasn't going to make it. He'd told Cassy Yates, the visiting NCIS agent, that he'd meet her downstairs in five minutes, but there was no way he was going to make that deadline. A quick call on Tony's cell phone, and he'd realized that Willow hadn't been home since yesterday morning.
It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
Once he'd changed out of the blue, 'teletubby' hazmat suit, he'd gone searching for her and wasn't surprised to see her working on a computer, looking tired and wrung out. The only other person in the room was the head of IT, Jason Chalmers – who looked ten times better than Willow did. He, apparently, had had the good sense to go home and sleep the night before, though Gibbs understood why Willow hadn't done the same.
“Willow?” he called quietly. Her head snapped up, and once their eyes met, Gibbs was glad he'd come in search of her. An instant later, she was up and across the room, her arms wrapped tightly around his chest.
“I was so worried,” she whispered back, and Gibbs felt bad for not calling her earlier. He still had to get used to there being someone who cared if he came home with an bullet wound, or at all. “Are you alright?”
Gibbs realized he didn't have much time to lose, and a quick jerk of the head in Jason's direction gave them some privacy.
“Hey, hey. I'm fine,” he told her, tilting her head back so he could meet her eyes. Her worried and watery eyes.
“Is everyone else?” she asked hesitantly, and Gibbs realized that while information was travelling fast throughout the building, the correct news was moving much slower.
“Everyone's fine – except Tony,” he said, watching as some of the tension left her body.
“And Kate?” she asked cautiously, making him realize how close she'd gotten to his agent.
“All the tests came back negative, except for Tony's,” he said. He hoped she would help spread that information around, as it seemed rumours and speculation were running rampant.
“I've only been getting little bits of information, and I never know what's true or not,” she said with a wobble in her voice. “Do you know how worried I've been? No one's telling us anything, and the stories are getting scarier each time. All the hazmat suits aren't helping, either. I was this close to hacking into the security cameras or Abby's computer or-or-something!”
Gibbs just sighed, irritated with himself for not realizing Willow would be worried.
“Must have been hard to resist,” he joked, after a moment. A small smile graced his lips when a slap to the ribs was her only response.
“I don't have a lot of time,” he told her, hugging her tightly. At this point, he couldn't say if it was more for his benefit or hers, but decided it didn't matter. “Why don't you go home and try to get some sleep?”
That got a reaction out of her, if nothing else.
“I'm not going home until you are,” she told him, pulling away to stare him down with a look he'd first seen with Shannon, and become used to seeing with Willow. It was the 'If you think you can make me, try it.' look.
“You need to get some rest,” he argued.
“Like I'm going to get any sleep – I'll just be sitting at home, worrying,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “At least here I've got stuff to keep me busy.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked,
“I don't care if they've irradiated every living organism within a two mile radius of your office – you're all still getting new computers,” she said, making it sound like her decision and not standard procedure. “You're also getting new carpeting and office furniture, just in case.”
This, again, was standard procedure, because UV lamps only killed the bugs it could see. Anything hidden by even the smallest piece of paper, could still potentially be viable.
“Is that really safe?” he asked in concern, motioning to the disassembled computers scattered around the room. Y. pestis could still be hiding in the equipment and he didn't want her exposed to that.
“These are the new computers. We only needed the data from the hard drives, and that was transferred over by some guy in the basement dressed in one of the bubble suits,” she told him, again with the eye rolling.
“Don't you need to be catching this guy?” she asked him, frowning.
“I was on my way out.”
“Well, go and get him,” she told him, pushing him in the direction of the door.
“Uncle Jethro?” she called out before he could turn into the hallway. He turned, raising his eyebrows in question.
“Make them pay.”
He answered her the only way he could – with a deadly smile he knew she would understand.
He would make them regret ever daring to mess with his team.
END
Title: Five Minutes (Willow/NCIS)
Author: Lyl (
lyl_devil)Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt – 034: Luck
Words: 841
Summary: An extra five minutes.
Spoilers: SWAK
Notes: We're now into actual episodes – SWAK (Sealed With A Kiss) in this case. I'll try to keep everything clear for those who haven't seen the episodes, but tell me if I'm skipping something important.
Thanks to my lovely betas – steph0202 and idontlikegravy.
~!~
He wasn't going to make it. He'd told Cassy Yates, the visiting NCIS agent, that he'd meet her downstairs in five minutes, but there was no way he was going to make that deadline. A quick call on Tony's cell phone, and he'd realized that Willow hadn't been home since yesterday morning.
It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
Once he'd changed out of the blue, 'teletubby' hazmat suit, he'd gone searching for her and wasn't surprised to see her working on a computer, looking tired and wrung out. The only other person in the room was the head of IT, Jason Chalmers – who looked ten times better than Willow did. He, apparently, had had the good sense to go home and sleep the night before, though Gibbs understood why Willow hadn't done the same.
“Willow?” he called quietly. Her head snapped up, and once their eyes met, Gibbs was glad he'd come in search of her. An instant later, she was up and across the room, her arms wrapped tightly around his chest.
“I was so worried,” she whispered back, and Gibbs felt bad for not calling her earlier. He still had to get used to there being someone who cared if he came home with an bullet wound, or at all. “Are you alright?”
Gibbs realized he didn't have much time to lose, and a quick jerk of the head in Jason's direction gave them some privacy.
“Hey, hey. I'm fine,” he told her, tilting her head back so he could meet her eyes. Her worried and watery eyes.
“Is everyone else?” she asked hesitantly, and Gibbs realized that while information was travelling fast throughout the building, the correct news was moving much slower.
“Everyone's fine – except Tony,” he said, watching as some of the tension left her body.
“And Kate?” she asked cautiously, making him realize how close she'd gotten to his agent.
“All the tests came back negative, except for Tony's,” he said. He hoped she would help spread that information around, as it seemed rumours and speculation were running rampant.
“I've only been getting little bits of information, and I never know what's true or not,” she said with a wobble in her voice. “Do you know how worried I've been? No one's telling us anything, and the stories are getting scarier each time. All the hazmat suits aren't helping, either. I was this close to hacking into the security cameras or Abby's computer or-or-something!”
Gibbs just sighed, irritated with himself for not realizing Willow would be worried.
“Must have been hard to resist,” he joked, after a moment. A small smile graced his lips when a slap to the ribs was her only response.
“I don't have a lot of time,” he told her, hugging her tightly. At this point, he couldn't say if it was more for his benefit or hers, but decided it didn't matter. “Why don't you go home and try to get some sleep?”
That got a reaction out of her, if nothing else.
“I'm not going home until you are,” she told him, pulling away to stare him down with a look he'd first seen with Shannon, and become used to seeing with Willow. It was the 'If you think you can make me, try it.' look.
“You need to get some rest,” he argued.
“Like I'm going to get any sleep – I'll just be sitting at home, worrying,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “At least here I've got stuff to keep me busy.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked,
“I don't care if they've irradiated every living organism within a two mile radius of your office – you're all still getting new computers,” she said, making it sound like her decision and not standard procedure. “You're also getting new carpeting and office furniture, just in case.”
This, again, was standard procedure, because UV lamps only killed the bugs it could see. Anything hidden by even the smallest piece of paper, could still potentially be viable.
“Is that really safe?” he asked in concern, motioning to the disassembled computers scattered around the room. Y. pestis could still be hiding in the equipment and he didn't want her exposed to that.
“These are the new computers. We only needed the data from the hard drives, and that was transferred over by some guy in the basement dressed in one of the bubble suits,” she told him, again with the eye rolling.
“Don't you need to be catching this guy?” she asked him, frowning.
“I was on my way out.”
“Well, go and get him,” she told him, pushing him in the direction of the door.
“Uncle Jethro?” she called out before he could turn into the hallway. He turned, raising his eyebrows in question.
“Make them pay.”
He answered her the only way he could – with a deadly smile he knew she would understand.
He would make them regret ever daring to mess with his team.
END