stef94 requested a fluffy Christmas Gibbs/Kate drabble--with mistletoe.
"I don't think so."
The words were spoken in unison, but neither person moved.
"You have to kiss. It's tradition."
"Dinozzo, I have a suggestion for you." Kate glared at the grinning man.
"Yeah? What's that?"
"Hide," Gibbs growled.
"Because you're a dead man." Unison again.
Tony paled, and they both smirked. When he recovered, he said, "I notice you still haven't moved away from the doorway."
"Get out of the way--"
"--and maybe we can."
"Oh, right." He stumbled over his feet, reminiscent of McGee, who was still trying to wrestle something out of the car.
Kate shook her head and looked up at Gibbs. She placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Gibbs." Her voice was wry, but her eyes sparkled with humor.
Gibbs resisted the uncharacteristic urge to smile and replied, "Merry Christmas, Kate."
Neither noticed the flash go off from outside.