HIS M.E
Jethro has a little crush on Ducky’s caffeine addicted assistant ME and he’s trying very hard not to let it show.
A/n: I JUST NEED THIS OUT OF MY BRAIN OKAY? All fluff and a little secret feelings! Everyone knows they like each other though, I’m sure they’ve got betting pools for when Jethro is finally going to ask you out; or you ask him.
Gibbs finds you adorable but fights it every time he comes into autopsy. You’re a caffeinated, energizer bunny of a person, but you’re an incredible medical examiner.
You’re the youngest on the team, and you’re cute. He’s not blind and he’s not ignorant to his feelings.
He is, however, not going to act on them.
You’re Ducky’s assistant and you’re whip smart, he likes that the most about you.
How quick you’re able to make connections, how you carry on Ducky’s thoughts and ask just the right question when the investigation gets a little stuck.
Jethro likes you, and he suspects you know it.
“What do you have for me Duck?” He asks as the doors to autopsy open, and finds only you, slurping a Caff-Pow that Abby got you hooked on.
“Oh, Ducky went out.” You say, slipping your hands back into gloves as you start moving over to the body on the table.
“What did you find?” If his voice softens just a fraction that’s no one’s business.
“The victim died from asphyxiation, there’s also gunshot wounds, but based on the way the skin tissue looks, it was all postmortem.” Jethro watches as you point and gesture to the body, voice steady even if you seem a little excited that you’ve got his full attention.
“The killer had to have been someone they knew, because there’s no sign of a struggle on the body. Maybe they were asleep? We’re still waiting for the brain sample results to come in.”
He’s about to walk out when you turn to him.
“I wasn’t finished, Jethro.” You and Ducky are the only ones who call him that now, and he won’t lie it makes his heart speed a little; he definitely ignores that because he’s too old.
Instead, he stops at the door, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.
“What else, Y/n?” He tries to sound exasperated, but his fondness for you colours his words completely.
You giggle at the realization, and sit on the stool as you continue.
“There’s also this case of enucleation. Ducky and I can’t be sure, but it looks like this was also done postmortem. The question is why. None of the other marines lost their eyes, just this one.”
He sighs, long and hard. It is a weird trait to have on only one of the bodies.
“Maybe this one was the important one. Did Abby get a hit on the identification of the body?”
Just then she calls and you rush over to answer her call.
“Anything Abs?” You ask, leaning into the screen and giving her your full attention.
Gibbs smiles, watching you listen with rapt attention to every side story Abby gives you.
“Abby, the name?” He calls from behind you and you straighten like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar before dinner.
“Oh hey Gibbs,” he gives her a little nod, coming to stand just beside you. “The victim’s name is Lieutenant Georgia Landon. She wasn’t married, but her friends said that she’d been going on dates with one guy, a Mr. White, no first name.”
You nod, already trying to come to connect dots for the team.
“But there’s got to be at least a few hundred ‘White’s in the country Abs.”
She nods at your words, smiling at how you’ve beaten Gibbs to the punch and he only folds his arms across his chest with the smallest smile ever.
“I know. I’m trying to see if I can get anything by looking into their date spots, but it’s gonna take me a minute.”
Gibbs nods, “Good work Abby.”
“What about me?” You mumble, eyes soft and a little tired behind your glasses. He can’t seem to help himself as he leans close and kisses your cheek.
“Good work.”
As he’s leaving he hears you whisper to her, “Do you think another Caff-Pow now would be too much?”
Gibbs shakes his head, “You need to eat lunch before you have another one, Y/n.”
