capecodgirl wanted a drabble about the fallout from shooting Ari.


"What the hell were you thinking, Agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs stared down the wrath of the NCIS director. "Just making his act more believable, sir."

The other man snorted. "And avenging Mr. Jackson's injury--and Agent Todd's kidnapping?"

"Would I do that, sir?" If Gibbs had been more like Tony, he would have been exuding injured innocence at the moment.

Director Morrow sighed and sat behind his desk. His gaze told Gibbs that, yes, of course he would do it. However, he replied, "The CIA isn't happy."

"Are they ever?"

"With you?" Morrow almost smiled. "No. Have you made it your mission to single-handedly alienate every law-enforcement agency in the US?"

At this, Gibbs did smile.


ctorres wanted a drabble about what would happen if Ducky ever met President Bartlet.


"Ah, Dr. Mallard!" Jed Bartlet strode over to the older man. "I've heard a lot about you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Mr. President." Ducky smiled as he shook his hand.

"Please, have a seat." As the two men took seats in the center of the Oval Office, President Bartlet asked, "Is it true that you met President Kennedy?"

"Why, yes, it is." Ducky started shaking his index finger--a sign which boded ill for the President of the United States. "It was March of 1961..."

But for once, Ducky had a willing--living--audience.