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donutsweeper) wrote2008-04-11 10:51 am
donutsweeper) wrote2008-04-11 10:51 am
Black, White and Shades of Gray
Title: Black, White and Shades of Gray
Pairing/Rating/Warning: NCIS fandom, no pairings or warnings, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: Gibbs has his rules for a reason.
Author's Note: Written for thencisdrabble100challenge: White
Pairing/Rating/Warning: NCIS fandom, no pairings or warnings, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: Gibbs has his rules for a reason.
Author's Note: Written for the
ncisdrabble100challenge: WhiteGibbs tried to see things as black or white even though he knew he lived in a world that was shades of gray.
Some things were black, like his hatred for that double crossing bastard Ari, and that idiot who turned his favorite coffee shop into a bubble tea boutique. Did he look like the type of man who would willingly drink something called bubble tea? And then there was paperwork. Paperwork definitely qualified as black.
Some things were white, like when wood smoothed perfectly under his hand as his boat took shape, or having the time to enjoy a good bottle of Jack. And there was that satisfying feeling when a case came together and they stopped the bad guy before he could hurt anyone. Protecting people, protecting the United States, that was certainly white.
But there way so much gray. Thus the reason for the rules, his rules. They took the gray and turned it into black or white. Never mess with a Marine's coffee. Black. It's better to seek forgiveness than ask permission. White. And, perhaps most importantly, there was rule twelve. Never date a coworker. Black. He couldn’t do it. It wasn’t allowed. Simple as that.
Some things were black, like his hatred for that double crossing bastard Ari, and that idiot who turned his favorite coffee shop into a bubble tea boutique. Did he look like the type of man who would willingly drink something called bubble tea? And then there was paperwork. Paperwork definitely qualified as black.
Some things were white, like when wood smoothed perfectly under his hand as his boat took shape, or having the time to enjoy a good bottle of Jack. And there was that satisfying feeling when a case came together and they stopped the bad guy before he could hurt anyone. Protecting people, protecting the United States, that was certainly white.
But there way so much gray. Thus the reason for the rules, his rules. They took the gray and turned it into black or white. Never mess with a Marine's coffee. Black. It's better to seek forgiveness than ask permission. White. And, perhaps most importantly, there was rule twelve. Never date a coworker. Black. He couldn’t do it. It wasn’t allowed. Simple as that.
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