NCIS imagines

Game Night part 2

This might be long. Fair warning.

"Where are the girls again?" Jethro asked.

"Chill, babe, they're with Breena. She agreed to watch them tonight. Picked them up this afternoon to hang out with her girl," I soothed, wrapping my hand around his forearm.

I leaned towards him, glad to be still shielded by the car. We drove over from the Navy Yard, from finishing up some work on a case, so we had one of the sedans. Our lips met, and when he broke the kiss, I lingered, putting my head on his shoulder.

"I gotta grab the beer, baby," he whispered, enjoying the alone time. Between both of us being special agents, and having 2 young girls, we didn't have much time to ourselves.

I sighed. I enjoyed the quiet, standing next to the car outside Ducky's home, just being with my husband. Leaning back against the driver's side door, I ran my fingers through my pixie cut. Made life easier having short hair.

"What the hell is this stuff?" I heard Jethro ask, rustling through the bag of goodies I brought.

"What, the cups? Beer pong. But it's gonna be a shot of whiskey instead of beer."

"Who's gonna play that?"

I laughed. "I was thinking Tony, Ziva, McGee, Palmer, me..."

Jethro stared before shaking his head and chuckling. "You'll be stumbling by the end of the night, Mae."

"That's the point, J. We have the rest of the weekend off. I can afford to stay in bed with a hangover tomorrow. As long as you promise to take care of Nevaeh and Talia, cook, do the laundry..."

We did laundry usually on weekends, and since I couldn't get to it today, Jethro would be doing it tomorrow while I got over a potential hangover.

"Deal." Stopping at the door, I knocked. Ducky answered shortly after.

"Ah, Mae, Jethro! Glad you could finally make it," the medical examiner said warmly. He was in his usual button down, slacks, suspenders, and bowtie.

"Hey Duck, thanks again for having all of us," I said, stepping in when he stepped aside.

"The pleasure is mine, my dear. Mr. Palmer said Nevaeh and Talia are home with Breena."

"Correct," I nodded. We walked towards the noise, and when we walked in, I raised the bottle of whiskey and said, "I brought whiskey!"

"Ooh, I'll take that," DiNozzo mentioned, walking over with a hand outstretched.

Holding it away from his grasp, I said, "Tony. Grab Jethro and I a beer. Whiskey is for later."

He pouted but obliged. I laughed, sticking my Vera Bradley backpack next to the couch.

"You got some food, Ducky?" Jethro asked, "I'm starving."

I shook my head and stuck tongue out at the senior agent, and told him, "if you ate at the Navy Yard you wouldn't always eat half the fridge when we get home most nights."

"Ziva is finishing up in the kitchen," the medical examiner mentioned.

"No, Ziva is done in the kitchen," she called, "come get food!"

We all flocked to the kitchen, and Tony handed me a beer.

She had made a big pot of her amazing cholent, which must have been cooking for hours, 7 layer dip, pigs in a blanket, and some other stuff. Of course, everything was kosher. No complaints though, because Ziva always made delicious food.

"Thanks for cooking, lady," I told her, giving her a side hug as she took a sip of her beer.

"You're welcome. Dig in, guys. There's more than enough for more than one serving."

I watched as my husband filled a bowl with the cholent, went to put that on the coffee table in the living room, and came back for some of the rest of the stuff. I sighed.

After we all finished eating, and with plenty more food to go around for the rest of the night, the games started. McGee, DiNozzo, and Palmer were playing Mario Cart, and Ziva, Ducky, Jethro, and I were sitting around a coffee table with Scrabble.

To be continued...