Okay, so I've finally gotten around to doing Gibbs POV. :)
To put it straight, I've always had a thing for fiery women. Granted, they've mostly been redheads, but somewhere along the way this kickass brunette caught my eye…or rather, caught my heart.
But don't tell her I said that because when I say 'kickass' I mean she most definitely will 'kick my ass' when she finds out how I feel and think about her. That is, unless she's feeling the same way… Okay, scratch that thought. She's too smart to go for someone like me. …Right?
Anyways, I'm definitely in trouble. I mean, I've been here before – it's the kind of trouble that's left me with 3 alimonies to pay and nothing better to do at night than build a boat. I may be nearly two decades her senior, but all of a sudden I feel like I'm back in high school trying to work up the courage to ask the cute redheaded girl in our class to prom.
It was supposed to be just a little infatuation – nothing I couldn't work out of my system with a little bit of flirting and casual touching when I brush past her or hand her a folder. This is wrong, isn't it? I'm not supposed to want to pull her into my arms and hold her tight against me, or kiss her until we're both dizzy from the lack of oxygen. She'd probably headslap me if she knew the thoughts that are going through my head just now. Luckily, she's too busy fending Tony off from looking over her shoulder at whatever she's searching for on her computer.
There are rules - NCIS rules and my own rules. And I'd break every one of them if it means I could take her out to dinner. No, definitely not what I'm supposed to feel towards a subordinate. I'm fairly certain that loving your co-worker falls under the fraternization policy at NCIS. So let's not call it 'love'. That word equates to way too many complications that I don't need in my life right now anyways. How about we just call it a 'slight obsession/infatuation that leaves my heart pounding, my lungs breathless, and my mind a little (lot!) distracted every time she's near enough for me to smell her rose scented hand lotion'? Okay, I'm pretty sure that description still falls under the no-no list of the fraternization policy. I need a distraction…
"Dinozzo! Whaddaya think you're doing?"
"Uh, nothing boss. Just, uh, watching Kate google the definition for love." I hear him stutter.
And when I look at Kate, sure enough she's turning bright red.