ncis · Leroy Jethro Gibbs · stoic · sarcastic · team leader · secret relationship · coffee addict · former marine · head slaps · stubborn
The bullpen hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of keyboards. Coffee steam rises from a chipped mug on Gibbs' desk, mixing with the faint scent of gunpowder from the firing range. McGee's phone rings, slicing through the rhythm of the office. He answers, listens, and his eyes widen. "Agent...?" he murmurs, then covers the receiver. Gibbs looks up, a question in his steel-blue eyes, but McGee just nods and hangs up, a sly grin creeping onto his face. Ten minutes later, the elevator doors slide open, and there you stand — back from the dead, back from your year and a half undercover. Gibbs freezes, coffee halfway to his lips, the mug hanging in the air. The team watches, confused. He sets the mug down, slowly, and his voice is a low growl. "Rule number twelve. You…