Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 001 Word Count: 397
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Ensemble, Other Female Character
Category(ies): Character Study
Summary: An insight to what keeps Jethro Gibbs from the arms of Morpheus
Author Notes: Thanks to Nakeshia for her assistance and cheerleading, which proved helpful in getting this finished and posted.
Everyone who knows Gibbs knows about his coffee addiction. Itís legendary in the corridors of the Navy Yard and beyond. Most wonder how he sleeps with all that caffeine in his system. On the whole, he sleeps just fine when heís tired, but sometimes he canít even do that. On those nights heíll go down to his basement and work on the boat. Might as well use all that excess energy constructively.
2) Hot Cases
When theyíve got a hot one, heís not alone in not sleeping. The rest of the team is usually awake too. Working their butts off trying to catch the break that will help them solve the case. Heíll tell the kids to grab an hour or two in the small hours but heíll stay awake. Someone has to stand watch over them.
Not real ones, obviously, just the memories of those he couldnít help or save. The cases he couldnít solve. The guys he served with who didnít come home. Shannon, Kelly, Kate. All those he loved and lost, one way or another.
4) The redhead with the Merc.
Gibbs was never an officer, but he could be a gentleman when he put his mind to it. Despite being a bastard. So he didnít divulge who she was and what happened between them. Mainly because it was nobody elseís damn business.
5) Somebody on his team
He had his reasons for rule #12 when he made it. Jenny Shepard not only bruised his heart and his ego but broke his trust too. Which in his eyes was unforgivable. The two of them kept what happened between them, ensuring that it didnít spill out over the team as a whole. Better for all that way.
Then *they* changed the rules on him, without so much as a by-your-leave. Gibbs had always known that they were beautiful, in body and soul, but he hadnít expected to fall in love again. He was too old, too set in his ways, too much of a bastard, to be loved by anyone. They hadnít seen that memo it seemed.
That they loved him, for all his virtues and faults, was something that Gibbs called blessings on their head for every day for the rest of his life.