Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald 'Ducky' Mallard
Author on LJ: leda_speaks
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
This is Leda's first Gibbs/Ducky story (and I do hope it won't be her last). It was written for me and Leda really went to a great amount of trouble to make it 'fit' and 'right' - and she succeeded. It's a first time story and its premise has Gibbs applying his gut, urged to do so by Abby, to other areas of his life besides work. Basically Abby plays 'matchmaker' to get Gibbs to see who is right for him - Ducky. And the story deals with how he finally works this out.
Leda writes all the characters extremely well, they are utterly believable, she gets an excellent mix of emotions into it - caring, affection, understanding, love, tenderness, humour, to name but a few, and even manages to make me not hate Hollis Mann, who makes a brief appearance. In many ways Gibbs working his way through his feelings and rationalising his life and his behaviour and what he's done is very much like the way he works his way through a case, and it works extremely well. Leda shows how the deep, lasting and intense friendship between Gibbs and Ducky shines through, even before their relationship moves on to another level.
It wasn't until a few weeks later that it dawned on him. It was just him and Ducky in autopsy, and, in their familiar back-and-forth conversation style, Gibbs was about to interrupt one of his friend's lengthy stories and ask for his findings, when it hit him like a head slap: he didn't want to interrupt. The case demanded it, and Gibbs always bowed to the needs of the case, but, right now, all he wanted to do was listen. He was *smiling* for god's sake. He was enjoying himself. He felt happy, cheerful even, light, as if a weight had been lifted off him. What the hell was wrong with him?
And, in that moment, he knew. Knew in his gut, the way he knew a suspect was guilty, knew in every bone, every last fibre of his body.
It was Ducky. Ducky made him feel this way. Ducky *always* made him feel this way, every last time, all his stresses and worries falling away like they were nothing.
He felt safe, he felt content. He felt, most importantly, like himself, like he was here, a whole person. And it felt… well, it felt kind of sexy.
"Jethro?" Ducky looked concerned. "Jethro?"
"What?" Gibbs shook his head.
"Are you all right, my dear?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he snapped guiltily, striding away toward the elevators.