Resisted Temptation

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Title: Resisted Temptation
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: NCIS
Category: Romance, humor
Pairing: Kate/Gibbs
Rating: Mature People
Summary: “We can’t fix it.”
Archive: My site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song isn’t mine either, that would be Garth Brooks, "Standing outside the fire."
Author’s notes: Written for [info]bowersbabe Fic 2 of 2.
Date: 30/09/06
Copyright to Venom, 2006


But you got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire


Kate and Tony sit on one of the benches in Abby’s lab, watching a tennis match conversation unfold before them. Both Abby and McGee stressed to the point that Kate notes the fire extinguisher on the wall in case of emergencies.

“Did you run the-“


“And the-“


“What about-“

“-First thing I tried.”

“We should run it again-“

“-to be sure because-“

“-you never know and third time-”

“-might be the charm.”

She has no real idea of what is going on – only that there is a building-wide computer glitch and Abby ran tests but in the end they called McGee in to help – but watching the two of them is certainly better than staring at the clock in the bullpen with nothing to do.

”What are you going as?” Tony asks.

He’s been bugging her incessantly all week to find out what her costume is for the Halloween party that NCIS are hosting.

Kate hasn’t really considered a costume necessary, but then yesterday a select few had received an e-mail from the Director – well, the Director’s secretary, at least – ordering full costumes.

And when Kate had seen “undisclosed recipients” in the ‘to’ field of the e-mail, she had known that the only people to get one were Gibbs’ team and the man himself. "I was thinking about dressing up as a redheaded carpenter and going as Gibbs' wet dream.”

Tony’s eyes light up and it is painfully obvious to know where his thoughts have taken him. ”Fifty bucks if you do.”

”I don’t want your money, DiNozzo. Nor do I want to get fired.”

”Do it and I will not repeat a word of my social life to you for a month.”

It’s tempting, oh is it tempting. Gibbs would die if he saw her dressed like that – and, she admits, her mind has already started running with the possibilities… she can’t do that to him. “No, DiNozzo.”

“Ha! I knew you loved the stories.” He pats her arm patronizingly. “If you wanted to hear more, Kate, you should have just said so.”

McGee interrupts them before she can respond. “We can’t fix it.”

“It took you an hour of almost conversation to figure that out?” Tony answers for them both.

Kate knows they’re talking, or bickering again, but her mind is lost in thoughts of what Gibbs would say if she really did turn up to the party as a redheaded carpenter.


“What happened to the computer network?” Ducky asks. “I’ve had to spend the morning cleaning my equipment and re-organizing all of my files.”

“We don’t know. The whole lot went down, Abby and McGee can’t figure out why and… what’s that?” Kate picks up the object from Ducky’s desk.

“What’s what? Oh, that.”

“Is that who I think it is?”

Ducky grimaces. “I’m afraid so.”

“And is he…?”


“But, with the…?”

“Yes. I know.” Ducky takes the picture from her hands. “You must never speak of this again Catlin. Gibbs swore me to secrecy and I can only imagine what he would do to me if he knew you’d seen this.”

She mock salutes him. “You have my word that I will never tell a living soul about it.” A giggle escapes her mouth before she can school her features. “Though, I have to say, this definitely tops the wet t-shirt photo of me that Tony accidentally e-mailed him.”

“Yes, I would say that it... Wet t-shirt picture?”


When Kate enters the party, she sees him first.

His military uniform still makes him look good – not that she’s ever seen anything really bad on him – and her step falters a little in the big shoes that she wears.

He meeter her eye, nods in greeting and holds up his glass.

Kate nods in response and heads to the bar, ordering a wine for herself and a scotch for him.

“Hello there pretty lady.”


“You know, I think this is a good look for you. But I must admit I was kinda rooting for the carpenter.”

“Gibbs would have killed me.” Kate returns sternly. Despite what she says, she suspects that it probably would have had the reverse effect and curses herself for not following through on her flippant comment. “And then he would have killed you. This is a much better choice."

“I don’t know,” Tony shakes his head. “That skirt is probably a lot shorter than the last time you wore it… I think Gibbs will like it, personally.”

She takes the drinks from the bartended – Luke Skywalker, if she knows her sci-fi correctly, but she probably doesn’t – before turning away from Tony and making her way to Gibbs.

Tony whistles at the back view of her costume.

“Shut up.”


“I like the outfit.” He tells her quietly as they sit, side by side, on a couch that the team located near the back of the room and claimed as their own at the beginning of the party.

“Thank you.” She replies shyly, dipping her head a little to hide the blush. Too much wine, obviously. She takes another sip. “Tony thought I should come as a redheaded carpenter.”


“Because it would be your wet dream.”

Gibbs touches the skirt of her High School uniform. “You obviously didn’t.”

“My hair would feel like sandpaper if I dyed it.”

“There’s always wigs, you know.”

She meets his eyes, knows exactly what he’s thinking and doesn’t mind a bit. “I’ll remember that for next year.”