A/N So I'm bored so instead of waiting I'm posting the first two chapters of my next WIP.
Not a Tony Fic for a change so I hope you bear with me. There will be the usual amount of Angst and maybe even a nice amount of bloodshed.
So I hope you all enjoy, and let me know what you think please.
Disclaimer, (The serious one.) I don't own this, It belongs to Donald Bellisario and CBS.
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1976 – Camp Lejeune.
Private Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood leaning against a tree writing a letter to his wife, telling her how training was going and how he had just been picked, for his first solo assignment. Of course, he could not tell her what it was, but he missed her and wanted her to know he would not be able to write to her for a few months. He placed the letter in an envelope and handed it to Gunnery Sergeant Roberts.
Roberts took the letter, "Don't worry private I'll make sure it gets posted." He promised.
"Now Private, a murder case from New York has entered our jurisdiction newly wed Privates who are living on base with their wives are being targeted by a serial killer, All the Privates are in our sniper training program and are top of their class, just like you are." Roberts told him.
Gibbs stood at ease and watched his Gunny. "Permission to speak sir."
"My wife is still in Stillwater, she hasn't moved out here yet." Gibbs said.
"Which is why you are perfect for this assignment, A Detective McGee from New York is being assigned here and you will be going undercover as a newly married couple. It will be her job to capture the killer; you just have to be her back up."
"Sir?" Gibbs was confused. "Does she know how military families work if she's to go undercover, it may get blown if she says the wrong thing. Sir."
"Not to worry Private, she is the wife of a Naval Officer. She knows military protocol." Roberts headed to the door. "She should be arriving soon and then you will pick up your car and head to the bases married housing."
"Sir. Yes Sir." Gibbs said.
"And Gibbs, You're on your honeymoon, so act like it. You have a months leave." Roberts said and smiled as he herded the private out of the door.
Gibbs walked over to the truck parked near the barracks. A tall brown haired woman got out. "Detective." Gibbs said.
"Private Gibbs, I hope we can work well together, your platoon leader said your sniper skills would make you perfect for this job."
"Ma'am, Thank you Ma'am." Gibbs said.
"Please we have to be undercover for at least a month as husband and wife; I think you can call me Evie." The Detective said.
"Jethro." Gibbs said and smiled a bit at Evie's raised eyebrow.
They pulled up outside a modest two-bed house and Gibbs got out and opened Evie's door.
"Oh My! Jethro it's gorgeous." Evie gasped looking every inch the blushing bride.
Gibbs grabbed the bags and dropped them inside. Then scooping Evie up, he carried her over the threshold.
As soon as the door was shut, he put her down, "Too much?" He asked worried.
"Not at all Jethro," Evie smiled. "Just right I think I saw some curtains twitching.
"I'll take the bags upstairs; you want to pick a room?" He asked, "I'll take the other one." He offered.
"We should share. In case our neighbors slash serial killer goes snooping." Evie said and then added, "I'll behave myself Jethro." She smiled.
Gibbs glared but took the bags up to the master bedroom anyway.
This woman was already driving him mad.
A week later, he was ready to kill her!
He liked a certain order and she seemed hell bent on pushing every button he had. Shannon was not half as much trouble. He had found some woodworking tools and had disappeared a few nights to the shed, but she had followed him insisting they spend time together. He tried telling her that with his wife he usually did this so it would not look out of character for a husband to have time alone. She drank his bourbon, which really annoyed him, and worse than that, she drank coffee!
He since a young age had drunk tea. His mother had instilled the love of tea in him yet since coming here and leaving her the task of shopping she had refused to buy any saying, it was an awful drink.
Whenever he had to kiss her for appearances, she tasted of coffee and it nauseated him.
"Jet, maybe you should try drinking coffee too," She reasoned with him.
"But it's like tar!" He said, "Evie it's disgusting."
"I'm a Navy brat, my husband is Navy, my COFFEE is NAVY!" she insisted.
Therefore, he started drinking the coffee, and stopped sleeping so much.
They had met the neighbors and although there were a few he hoped were serial killers as yet no one had fit the bill.
"We have to throw a barbeque," Evie told him one morning.
"Why?" Gibbs grumbled pouring his first cup of coffee.
"Fourth of July weekend. I told the neighbors we'd host as the newest family in the neighborhood." She said. "It brings the entire suspect list here." She said.
"Fine, I'll do steaks you can do the rest," he said.
He was on edge as he missed Shannon and had planned to spend this weekend with her. He sat down and ran a hand down his face.
Evie brushed past him as she went upstairs and he tried to calm the attraction, annoyance… whatever it was he was feeling towards her. He knew whatever it was he did not want it. Nevertheless, she did smell good and God did he miss Shannon.
The party went ahead and he found he enjoyed it more than he had anticipated. Alcohol flowed freely and a few secrets were revealed, overall it was a good evening.
Evie was asleep on a lounge chair as Jethro let everyone out.
"Come on you, Bed." He scooped her up and carried her upstairs. Truth was he felt a little worse the wear as well, but he managed to get her to the bed without dropping her.
"Evie," He said quietly and went to lay her down.
As he did so her arms came up around his neck and she opened her eyes, "Jet." She said he looked down at her and before he knew what was happening he was kissing her.
"Evie, we shouldn't" Gibbs said stopping himself.
"Don't stop Jet, please, I need you." She breathed in his ear.
With that all thoughts of Shannon went out of the window and there was no one left on the planet but Evie and Jethro.
The next morning he woke up with his arms around her, he remembered what had happened that night and he felt sick.
He had just cheated on Shannon, He carefully pulled himself out from under Evie and walked into the bathroom shut the door and cried.
Evie felt just as bad when she woke up, "Jet." She said as he walked out of the bathroom, "I'm sorry."
He nodded, "Lets just not talk of it again." He said. She agreed with him, if this ever got out both their marriages would be over.
Later that week Evie got the break she needed and managed to apprehend the serial killer.
She and Jethro packed their stuff up and went their separate ways.
Jethro back to Shannon for a week before being sent back to camp. He fell into her arms and although she never found out what had happened over those few weeks she was surprised about the new changes in her husband. Such as a newfound taste for coffee like tar and the fact he was even fiercer in his love for her than he had been in the past.
Evie, back to New York, then to Washington to meet her husband. Shane McGee met his wife two months later and got a nasty shock. She was pregnant, It was obviously not his, but after a lot of talking and some reassurance from his mother penny that Evie needed to keep the child and this was, in some ways a blessing, he had reconciled with her and agreed to raise the child as his own.
Seven months later Timothy McGee was brought screaming into the world.