NCIS imagines

Patching Gibbs up after a fight (loosly based on S2 E20)

Jethro got home late, which didn't surprise me. He didn't get home until late most nights, anyways. But this wasn't the usual 'I got home late because I was working a case and don't normally sleep, and because of that I'm going to work on the boat in my basement' type night.

I heard the front door open from upstairs, reading while I was waiting for him to get home. "Mae, come here!" He called. He sounded pissed. Another little surprise.

Dropping my book, I practically fell out of bed and ran downstairs, expecting to see something much, much worse than the state he was in. I sighed in exasperation when I saw the bloodied fists, red, blotchy skin around his right eye.

"Who'd you beat up this time, Jethro?" I questioned, going to the kitchen for my first aid kit after sitting the federal officer down in the dining room.

"Gunnery sergeant. Turned out to be the suspect in the case we just wrapped up." His voice was tight, and he sounded tired.

Grabbing two beers from the fridge and popping them before walking back into the dining room, I put one in front of my boyfriend and took a sip of mine before opening the kit.

"Alright, let me see your face," I murmured, pushing the chair so he faced me and angling his cheek to check it out. "Holy hell, Jethro. This is going to bruise."

"Well, don't you have some of that health nut crap that would help?"

"Will you chill out? Drink the beer. I'll make dinner after I finish patching you up. That steak from the other day is still in the fridge."

Back in the kitchen, I grabbed the witch hazel. It would help with keeping the bruising at a minimum.

Jethro started complaining again, and I thought of only one way to shut him up. I wasn't sure if it would work, though.

Putting my hands on his broad shoulders, I straddled his lap, and pressed a kiss to his lips as I lowered myself down to sitting. It shut him up instantly as he left the bottle on the table, and trailed his hands over my hips and back, careful not to get the blood on his hands on me.

It also calmed him down and allowed me to work my magic. Staying in his lap, with his hands on my hips to make sure I didn't fall, I gently cleaned the painful looking patches around his eye, and applied the witch hazel. I worked slowly, trying not to cause him any pain.

After the agent's hands were cleaned up, and to my surprise with barely any cuts, I got up, much to his protest. "Dinner can wait, Mae," he complained.

"Nope, it can't. You're hungry. I know you are."

After dinner, we climbed under the covers on the couch with Netflix playing, and fell asleep in each other's arms.