Twelve ways to say I love you

TITLE: Twelve Ways To Say I Love You
AUTHOR: Ren aka feenixandashes
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald “Ducky” Mallard
GENRE: Slash
SUMMARY: Twelve gifts, a secret Santa and a perplexed Gibbs.
WORDS: 11,529
DISCLAIMER: They are not mine, I wish they were.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Written for ncis_tinsel. But with one person in mind.

Happy New Year nakeisha

Beta-ed by toomuchfandom who has being continuously encouraging me, while I have been frantically running round like a headless chicken. And for her much needed view on Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

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Jethro Leroy Gibbs had a presence about him that either made people in awe of him or live in fear of him.
It was not only down to his marine training or his position in NCIS that gave him this manner, it was also something that he had
been innately born with and nurtured throughout childhood.

However during the next week or so that presence would be severely tested.

Friday December 13^th

On the first day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me... a partridge in a pear tree…

The minute that Jethro Gibbs walked out of the elevator onto his floor of NCIS, he instinctively knew that despite not being in
the least superstitious, this day was not going to end well. The fact that all his team were crowded round his desk,
with Tony sitting on the edge, did not help him relax either.

Resting his body against the railings of the upper level, he leaned over to grab their attention. “What the hell!” Gibbs shouted,
“Isn’t anyone doing any work today?” His team looked up to him, puzzled.

“DiNozzo!”

“Eh, yes boss?”

“Get your fat butt off my desk!”

Tony jumped up quickly wincing at the tone of Gibbs' voice.

Gibbs noticed that DiNozzo kept giving furtive glances towards the desk. “Are you all deaf?” He paused for effect,
waiting for the resonance of his voice to penetrate the team’s ears, as he eventually approached his desk.
“Abby have you finished checking out that Harley Davidson that was brought in last week?”

Abby Sciuto twirled round, unfazed by Gibbs’ tone. “Hey Gibbs, look what Santa’s bought you. Have you been a good boy?”
She gave Gibbs one of her bright smiles and pushed him further towards his desk, whereby McGee moved quickly out of his way.

The move had brought the desk into view and revealed a small beautifully decorated box, sitting on the desktop.
The box, wrapped up in silver paper with a blue bow was roughly the size of A4 paper and four inches thick. There was a tag with
the initials LJG, no signature, just the three letters.

McGee ventured to speak “Boss, you gonna open it?”

“Yeah Gibbs,” interrupted Abby “Open it, or is it a secret? Hey it could be from a secret admirer.” She swooned.

Gibbs gave her a penetrating stare. Abby merely returned it with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

“Yeh, it could be from the Director” DiNozzo pushed in. Gibbs was just in range to whack Tony on the head a bit more forcefully
then normal. Tony didn’t say any more, there was a persistent ringing in his ears.

“Go on Gibbs, open it please” Abby pleaded.

Gibbs smirked as he picked up the gift, rattling it without thought.

“Good that it’s not a bomb Sir.”

Gibbs gave McGee a merciless stare, which gave obvious testament that the remark was less than appreciated.
Tim sidled back to his own desk, cowering visibly.

Gibbs inspected the gift once more, much like he did when faced with a mystery to solve.

Abby stood there grinning, looking as though her fingers were itching to tear open the gift herself. Gibbs quickly pulled the
wrapping from the box. Peering inside, his eyebrows raised at the contents.

“Well!” Abby persisted almost bouncing with anticipation.

Gibbs brought out the gift, “A CD?” Abby queried, Gibbs passed it to her. “Well it certainly is different,” she mused
“I didn’t realize you were a David Cassidy fan Gibbs, you kept that quiet.

“David who?” Tony chimed in.

“David Cassidy” Tim chimed in. “Big in the1970’s, hits such as “How Can I be Sure.” He was in The Partridge Family
again a big hit in that decade. Had quite a bit of a young female following.”

“Jealous DiNozzo?” Abby smirked in Tony’s direction, as she returned the CD to its owner.

“Ha Ha” as he childishly pulled tongues at her.

“I think I love you” Gibbs roughly spoke.

“Huh Sir?” McGee replied in a confused tone

“The CD McGee” Gibbs replied irritatingly.

“Yes Probie. You idiot” Tony declared. Reacting almost in childlike glee at Tim’s mistake.

“Hey Boys, relax.” Abby’s calm voice prevented further comments.

Abby then snatched the cd out of Gibbs’ fingers and promptly inserted it into the player that was on Tony’s desk.

As she turned the sound up, Abby picked up a pencil and began to mime to the vocals.

And whilst David’s voice was belting out around the office, numerous staff turned and gaped at the activities going on near
Special Agents Gibbs desk.

I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream
Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread
I think I love you

This morning I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it
And did not go and shout it when you walked into the room
I think I love you

As Abby was keeping the troops entertained, she hijacked Tim from his chair passing him a pencil. Tim quickly glanced at
Gibbs and with a nod from his now amused but slightly puzzled boss, joined in the duet with Abby. Both were clearly
enjoying themselves.

I think I love you so what am I so afraid of
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for
I think I love you isn't that what life is made of
Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way

I don't know what I'm up against
I don't know what it's all about
I got so much to think about

Hey, I think I love you so what am I so afraid of
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for
I think I love you isn't that what life is made of
Though it worries me to say I never felt this way

Believe me you really don't have to worry
I only wanna make you happy and if you say "hey go away" I will
But I think better still I'd better stay around and love you
Do you think I have a case let me ask you to your face

Do you think you love me?

I think I love you
I think I love you

As the song finished Gibbs gave the box the CD has been in a final look and noticed a small piece of ivory colored card,
sitting at the bottom. He pulled it out, ignoring the laughter of Abby, McGee, and DiNozzo, and read the unfamiliar script.

“On the First Day Of Christmas My True Love Sent To Me…. Not exactly a pear tree,
but undoubtedly a variety of partridge.

Love?

Gibbs face became puzzled, wondering who would give him such a gift. It was unlikely to be his long time lover Ducky.
There would be no need to sign the gift with a question mark. Besides Ducky knew he wasn’t a fan of this type of music,
and certainly Ducky wouldn’t do something as ridiculous as this. So he immediately crossed out his lover from the imaginary list of
possible prank players.

Would it be something DiNozzo would play, but again DiNozzo would know his life span would be cut short, as a result,
so again another name was crossed out.

That left Abby and McGee, but again reasoning got the better of him. Any way he had better things to do, such as work,
and curtailing the fun, currently pervading through his team. So he swiftly got his team back on focusing on their trials of their day
ahead. However in the midst of business the cogs were turning in his mind as to who did leave that gift.
And if the anonymous gift giver was staying true to that old song, well he could be facing 11 more days of odd tokens of affection.

Saturday December 14^th

On the second day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… two turtle doves...

Gibbs was dreaming. A completely erotic and sensual dream involving him and a wanton Ducky.
There he was, lips journeying over the soft warm flesh of his lover, whilst said lover was murmuring sounds of absolute pleasure.
Gibbs, pressed sweet butterfly kisses on every reachable section of the creamy flesh, whilst at the same time, delightfully tugging
and pulling at Ducky’s penis, so wonderfully velvet to the touch and completely erect. With each tug Ducky made soft mewls.
Hips that Ducky claimed where increasingly getting creakier and less mobile where moving in complete and utter rhythm,
as Gibbs moved his thumb over the small slit at the top of Ducky’s crown. Then as a moment of stillness pervaded,
Gibbs smiled awaiting the familiar cry of Ducky as he came. As Ducky’s creamy essence spurted out,
Gibbs covered the proud erection with the semen gently kissing Ducky’s chest and then nibbling on a nearby pink nipple,
whilst awaiting Ducky’s return from the heavens above. As Gibbs was slowly making his way up to the delicate collar bone,
a persistent ringing noise invaded their solitude, becoming increasingly louder as the rings continued….

Bringg Bringg... …. It took Gibbs less than a minute to realize where he was.
The room was witness to the flow of swear words directed to the anonymous caller who had interrupted his wet dream.
Even before he had the phone to his ear he barked. “Gibbs, What the hell.” Before he could grace the caller with more of his
flowery language most of it learnt in the Marines, a familiar voice broke into his rant.

“Jethro, My dear did I wake you? “

The voice was one of genuine concern and smoothed over the fire of his rant.

“No Duck, I was awake” Gibb didn’t want to reveal that Ducky had interrupted his dream, even though they were lovers
now for many years, Gibbs still felt unable to tell Ducky completely everything, even admitting to a wet dream.

“Jethro, mother is going to one of her many bridge meetings this afternoon, with her many illustrious friends.
I was wondering we haven’t really spent time together in the past week; perhaps I can encourage you to serve me with your
company, where we could partake in drinking of that marvelous vintage Elijah Craig. Have I tempted your senses?”

“Duck you know you always tempt my senses” Gibbs returned in a low sensual voice. “I’ll be there at one, not a minute later.”

He sensed Ducky’s smirk “I shall endeavor to have everything to your liking Jethro.“

“Do you mean everything Duck?” Gibbs heard the rumble of Ducky’s laughter.

“Yes my dear everything will indeed be to your liking.”

“Well I wouldn’t ask for anything less, catch you later Ducks”

“You most certainly will Jethro”. Ducky’s laughter still carried as Gibbs returned the phone to its resting place. 
Yawning and stretching his long limbed frame, he smiled to himself taking delight in the inevitable fact that at least today his dream 
would become reality.

After a refreshing shower and partaking of a little self relaxation due to the premature ending of that delicious dream, 
Gibbs went down to his basement to work on the boat that took the best part of his free time.

Much as he would like to spend most of his free time in Ducky’s company, it was near impossible, 
although Ducky would be very welcome to stay with Gibbs overnight. Ducky often refused. 
His concern for his elderly mother who suffered from Alzheimer’s prevented Ducky from having a completely full relationship with Gibbs, 
so often their moments together where spent working or managing a few hours here and there. 
So whenever Mrs. Mallard was otherwise engaged, both took the chance to resume their bond.

The hours flew by quickly once Gibbs became concentrated on the boat, it was times like these after all the hurried and stressful 
hours spent at NCIS, that Gibbs enjoyed, having to work at a speed that was so completely opposite to that of his working week.

It was this stress free quality time that made it bearable to work with DiNozzo, Ziva and Jen Shepard, 
without the need for bodily harm.

Finally Gibbs became aware of how close it was getting to the appointed hour. Stretching aching fingers and hands, 
he purposefully caressed one of the wooden planks he had planed. Satisfied that it was as smooth as Ducky’s skin, 
he climbed the stairs, turned out the light, and closed the door behind him.

Despite having a shower that morning Gibbs felt unclean and after a quick wash under the hot spray,
he dressed in a fresh tee shirt and faded jeans, and gathering his cell phone, more out of habit than necessity,
closed the front door of his lonely abode and walked to his car.

Gibbs immediately noticed the very small package sitting on the roof of his auto.
Recognizing it as the second of his twelve gifts by its color alone,
he picked it up, instantly scanning the vicinity. However, whoever had left the gift was long gone, and it disturbed him.
Picking it up, he noticed the same tag as before, the three initials of his name.
Momentarily forgetting his immediate plans he cautiously opened the small package enough to fit in the palm of his hand,
and revealed a smaller blue hinged jeweler’s box.

Putting both wrapping paper and keys on the roof of his blue Dodge Charger, he slowly opened this container.
It revealed two beautiful cufflinks each decorated with a small and beautifully painted turtle dove.
Underneath them was a small piece of folded paper. Opening that, Gibbs read.

One the second day of Christmas My True Love sent to me…. May these two doves, represent peace in your life.
Love?

Frowning deeply not only as a result of the gift but also that the secret Santa had known where he lived.
Gibbs retrieved the keys from the roof of his car, wedged the paper in his pocket, opened the car door and settled himself.
Again looking at the cufflinks, he congratulated this Santa on their good taste, and he briefly wondered if it was Jenn Shepard.
However despite her ever increasing attempts to bed Gibbs, he had become immune to her charms especially in light of the fact
that in order to achieve her own aims, she would step on others to attain her position. Dismissing her from his mind he opened the
glove compartment and hiding the cufflinks away, not wanting to risk Ducky seeing them, started the ignition and
proceeded on his way to spend time with a bottle of Elijah Craig, a warm agreeable body, and a very comfortable bed.

Sunday December 15^th

On the third day of Christmas My True Love sent to me… three French hens…

Gibbs was assured that here in his lover’s bedroom he was enjoying a little piece of heaven. What more would a man like him need,
at this very moment? Possibly a warm, attractive and very willing companion. Well he got that.
As a small smile appeared on his face, the recipient of his thoughts was slowly stirring.
Gibbs felt warm hands caressing his side, fingers gently making smooth and rhythmic strokes. Gibbs murmured in appreciation.
A soft voice whispered in his ear, and he gently laughed, gathering the familiar body into his.
Yes truly he was in heaven as he proceeded to show Ducky the very depth of his affection.

After a shared and rather long shower, somewhat interrupted at times, Ducky was certainly making up for lost time.
Both men began to get dressed, Gibbs watched as Ducky’s delicious body was covered in layers of clothing.
Leading a provocative reversal of a striptease, Ducky winked at Gibbs. Gibbs smiled in return “Not now Duck, he uttered shaking
a finger in the direction of his lover. Ducky laughed in reply.

Gibbs enjoyed touching that wonderful body, he didn’t see loose flesh or wrinkles or the slight limp that was more noticeable
when Ducky was tired.To Gibbs, Ducky was the most beautiful human being he had ever had the privilege to encounter.
Ducky’s true beauty lay not only in those fathomless blue eyes, or the years of experience, but also in the total belief that they
were truly at peace with each other. So attuned to each other. It didn’t matter that they didn’t spend as much time in each others
company as they would have clearly liked, but that made the times they did come together that much sweeter.

After eating a delicious lunch, courtesy of Ducky’s marvelous kitchen skills, and waving goodbye to Mrs. Mallard
who insisted on calling Gibbs by his given name, Gibbs drove home intent on resuming work on his boat.
Ducky had put him in an extremely good mood and therefore nothing could change this optimistic atmosphere.

However on opening his front door, he had glimpsed down on the hardwood floor and spotted an envelope.
Gibbs good mood cracked. Another secret Santa gift, obviously, judging by the familiar colors of silver and blue.
Ripping open the envelope, a colored piece of paper flew out fluttering to the floor, picking it up Gibbs read the printed words.

What would be the best gift you could receive as a wine lover? A bottle of wine? A case of wine?
No. A vineyard of course.

The Le Plantes au Baron is one of France ’s leading and most awarded estate vineyards. It’s now one of Burgundy’s
main attractions and its beautiful surroundings make it an amazing day out. You have adopted a vine.
Included in your adoption, is a certificate and your chosen wine of choice from La Plantes au Baron.

Looking further inside the envelope Gibbs noticed the certificate and a list of different varieties of their particular wine.
Also a piece of plain paper on which was scribbled

On the third day of Christmas My True Love sent to me… French hens don’t tickle the palate,
but perhaps French wine will.
Love?

Gibbs checked the writing again, trying to figure out who was sending these peculiar gifts, obviously some one with a sense of humor.
He didn’t really want to put the equipment at NCIS to use to find out. Abby would tease him well into the next year,
and that was something he wouldn’t particularly like to go through. Everyone knew that he had been receiving these quirky gifts
and yet he was determined not to be too affected by them, as he would never live it down.
Nevertheless they certainly were some nice thoughtful gifts. And as Ducky suggested the previous evening,
he was determined to enjoy these gifts, and with that thought in mind, he carried on through the house to work on his precious boat.

Monday December 16^th

On the fourth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… four calling birds…

As with other organizations around the world, Monday morning at NCIS was manic. Gibbs was looking at DiNozzo’s empty desk, then at his watch and again at the desk. Finally the man himself arrived, out of breath, and rumpled. “Late night then Tony ?” Ziva couldn’t keep the smirk out of her voice.
” Jealous, Ziva?” Tony retorted.
“You wish” she returned
”Hey you two.” Gibbs interrupted “Take it out of the office, and you,” he pointed at Tony, “Why are you late?”
”Flat tire boss.” Tony meekly replied, narrowly missing an empty Starbucks cup heading in his direction.
”Right. McGee?”
”Boss?” Tim sat up straight.
Gibbs motioned to him. “Let’s get out of here.” He said on his way out. He pointed his tanned finger at Tony and Ziva. “And you two, when you have finished kindergarten, tag along.”
Ziva nodded sullenly, as she and Tony followed their boss.

On their arrival back from where their latest case had been, Gibbs got a call from Ducky asking him to go down to autopsy. Walking through the glass doors of Ducky’s domain, he was met by Jimmy Palmer. Gibbs was always amused by Jimmy’s caught-in-the-headlights stare every time they chanced to meet. Jimmy was always tongue-tied when ever he came across Gibbs, often all Gibbs saw was a flash of blue escaping through doors.
”Siiirr,” stuttered Jimmy “Dr Mallard he’s er.” Gibbs raised an enquiring eyebrow.
”Mr. Palmer.” Ducky’s commanding voice carried from the other end of autopsy. “Go and get some sustenance, before you drape uncouthly over one of our late visitors.”
” Yes Dr eh Mallard”
”NOW Mr. Palmer” Ducky gave Jimmy a very penetrating stare, which was marvelous in its achievement as Ducky was quite a distance from his young assistant.

Once both men where left alone Ducky led the way into his office. Once there both men sat opposite each other, Ducky seated behind his desk.
Both men had long ago decided to keep home and work life separate. And despite Gibbs’ longing to pull Ducky over to him and kiss that wonderful face, he didn’t, thanking in turn his wonderful self control.
”Jethro, I believe this may belong to you,” Gibbs watched Ducky open the top drawer of his desk and gently put an instantly recognizable package in front of him.

“From your secret admirer I presume Jethro.” Amusement glinted in Ducky’s eyes. “Are you going to open it now or wait until you are safely away from prying eyes?”
”Duck”, Gibbs warned. “Worried that my affections are being trained somewhere else?”
”Ahh Jethro, as you know, some may come and go, but I will always be here, by your side.”
”I know that Ducky, I genuinely do and I am so sorry that I made you go through all that waiting, and for me not to realize that what I was looking for in my life was standing in plain sight.”
Behind his glasses Ducky’s brilliant blue eyes blazed in passion.
Finding each others hand they smiled at each other. “Well Ducks” Gibbs picked up the package. “It’s heavier than the last ones”, Noticing Ducky’s smile Gibbs ripped open the wrapping and the accompanying box. Inside several colored tissue paper protected whatever was inside, and once Gibbs located the gift, he gently brought it out and placed it next to its container.
Both peered at the heavy object. “It’s Waterford Crystal Jethro.” Ducky informed him.
”And if I am not mistaken shaped into the theme of four calling birds, I presume it is from a collection. Your anonymous admirer has rather impeccable taste Jethro.”
”Yes apparently Duck.” replied Gibbs unconvincingly as he plucked out a small note from the mass of tissues.

On the Fourth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me……. Sadly these birds will never call, but are equally enjoyable to look at.
Love?

Gibbs was too intent in reading the short lines of verse that he didn’t see the mischievous glint appearing in Ducky’s eyes. And even when Gibbs’ gaze returned to his lover, Ducky merely gave him one of his astonishingly bright smiles.
Holding out the small card to Ducky, who read it quickly, Gibbs waited for a reaction.
”Sounds harmless to me Jethro, possibly some one who is showing their appreciation of you, or perhaps…”
”A joke then?”
”I sincerely doubt it my dear, these gifts have had a great deal of thought paid to them, All I can say my dear, is to see what the next gifts bring, they are harmless as I suggested before, and sounds a great deal of fun too. I know you are a wee bit worried to fully enjoy their intention, but someone is obviously full of Christmas cheer, so take it as it comes. And Jethro?”
”Yes Duck?”
”Enjoy the attention, My Dear.”

Tuesday December 17^th

On the fifth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me... Five gold rings…

Gibbs gave the recipient of his intense stare one last look before pushing back his chair, normally the most hardened of men would crack under this stare, and Gibbs could usually keep it up for a long period of time. Unfortunately the receiver of said piercing stare was either harder than he thought or he was losing his touch.

Pacing up and down, mumbling to himself, casting evil glances at the interrogation table he didn’t notice that Abby had entered the interrogation area, didn’t notice the odd look she was giving him, which then turned into a very wide smile. “Hey Gibbs, job getting too much for you?”
Gibbs whirled round, “Geez Abby, what the hell are you doing prowling round?”

”Brought you coffee thought you’d need it, and obviously I wasn’t wrong” Gibbs followed her amused glance at the silver envelope sitting on the table.

”It’s bothering you isn’t it, Gibbs, something you really can’t figure out, and I know that you just let us all think it isn’t fazing you.” She continued “That steel trap mind hasn’t figured it out yet has it? And I bet your fingers are itching to get us all in here and interrogate us. Instead you are sitting there muttering, and might I add, very strangely too, at a damn envelope.”

Gibbs grinned at her, realizing his actions did indeed appear strange.

”If that were me, and if McGee even thought to do something like that for me, I wouldn’t be sitting here, and talking like Ducky does to his cadavers.”

”What would you do exactly then Abs?” Gibbs asked her, as he stood there with his arms folded.

”Enjoy it Gibbs, that’s what I would do. For a little bit of happiness in my life, I would enjoy it.” She returned his stance. “Now go open it, I’m dying to see what extravagant thing your fan has gotten you this time.”

”Abby?” Gibbs asked.

”Yes Gibbs?” She replied.

”You didn’t send them did you?”

“Gee Gibbs if I did, I wouldn’t have sent you David Cassidy.” Gibbs visibly relaxed.“I’d have sent you Android Lust.” Abby grinned wickedly and pushed Gibbs towards the envelope. Once there she started squealing,

“Abby if I open this will you stop sounding like a pig with an adenoid problem?”

”Sure Gibbs.” She smiled “Now open”

Gibbs picked up the envelope and without looking at the writing, tore it open. Then two pieces of paper floated out, Abby picked them both up. ”Wowee Gibbs look at this! Oh my God, whoever your devotee is, they really got the hots for you. Look!” She passed both pieces of paper to him. “One week’s stay in the Golden Palace Hotel in Turin . And two tickets to the Olympic Winter Games in February.” Abby whistled. “I’m impressed.” Leaning over his shoulder she read with him the rest of the letter.

“Any idea whose writing it is Abs?”

Abby shook her head. “Not from here anyway Gibbs”

Gibbs nodded in answer.

On the Fifth day of Christmas My true Love sent to me… Five rings but not all the same color. As rings bind souls together let’s hope that in the city of Turin , we may be blessed with the joy of good companionship.
Love?

“Well Gibbs my man, you certainly caught the eye of someone. Now the problem is whether it’s female or male.”
Gibbs gave Abby a wide eyed glance. Abby shrugged her shoulders. ”Hey what can I say, I am very observant.”
Gibbs opened his mouth to speak, but Abby put her finger on his lips to silence him. ”Hey who cares about gender. If you see someone and its love, then that’s what’s important. Age, gender, and creed. Love doesn’t see a difference, and neither should we.” She stroked his arm in affection. ”Hey look at me and McGee, you can’t get any different than us. The thing is, even though we are complete opposites, there is something about him that I wouldn’t want in any other person. And that suits me just right.” Abby lifted her head and kissed Gibbs on his cheek. As she left the room he heard her say “Your secret love unquestionably thinks you are worth a hell of a lot to pursue like this.” She left him alone with his thoughts and the envelope.

Wednesday December 18^th

On the sixth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… six geese are laying…

The mail room of the NCIS building was total chaos as usual. Security was prominent in this establishment, and consequently mail was given high priority. It was in this midst of this absolute bedlam that Nita O’Neill, normally mail runner of the Personnel Department, was given the unenviable task of delivering a parcel to Agent Gibbs. Why this parcel had been missed on the previous round was any ones guess. So Nita was unluckily volunteered by her superior to walk straight into the firing line.
She had never met Agent Gibbs or any of his team, but his reputation alone served to attract fear and fright even into the most brave of souls.
So it was with great trepidation that Nita entered the domain of the Great Chief, to hand him his parcel.

Nita asked a passing employee where Gibbs’ desk was located; hoping against hope that the attractive Italian looking gentleman was the receiver of this particular parcel, but unfortunately it wasn’t to be. For accordingly the young lady whom she had stopped to ask for directions pointed to another desk which housed a man of middle years, who appeared to be scowling at any one who chanced to glance his way. Swallowing a large lump in her throat and wishing that she had stayed in her little mail room prison. Nita ventured into the lions den.

Gibbs experienced eyes followed the stranger from the elevator to his floor, absently perusing her. She was medium in height about five feet six inches, with chin length red hair and wearing unconventional clothing. She was carrying what appeared to be a silver box in her arms, and she was looking very nervous. Gibbs knew exactly where she was heading, and watched her walk up to his desk. He heard her take a deep breath and then mumble something, which even to his excellent hearing was undistinguishable.

“Hmmm?” he replied in an equally unrecognizable tone.

”Eh hmm. Agent Gibbs.” She paused “Parcel for you Sir, it got left behind in the mail room, I got told to bring it up Sir.” Gibbs held his hands out for the gift, which Nita passed gladly. Before Gibbs could grumpily thank her, she turned and fled, seemingly thankful to be let out alive.

Gibbs returned his attention to the gift before him. Six down six to go. Gibbs would never admit it but he was starting to enjoy receiving these odd tokens now, after finally deciding that they were, as Ducky suggested harmless. This brought back again the identity of the culprit of these acts. Now Gibbs was very good at his work, one of the best. And working with such a great team, helped him to get great performance results enough to please the hierarchy.
Nevertheless, even with his great capacity to worm out suspects, it all seemed to go astray at identifying the culprit of these 12 day presents.

No one had any idea that he and Ducky were in any relationship except that of good friends. Even those close to him like Abby did not really have any suspicion of how his and Ducky’s feelings for each other had flowed over into one of long term lovers. Abby did come extremely close to it by alluding to Gibbs’ sexual preferences. But no further than that. Jen Shepard was another person who had no concept that he wasn’t interested in her any more. Despite her continual flaunting and sexual suggestive remarks, he had long ago come to the solution that she was one badly scorned woman. He gave her top marks for her continual effort to get him into her bed, but he had managed to avoid that. Anyway she may be a beautiful woman physically, but inside resided an ill tempered juvenile brat. Nothing could compare to the delicious scent and body of Ducky. He closed his eyes in delight imagining their next get together.

“Hey Boss?” DiNozzo broke in. “See you got another parcel from your freaky stalker.” He laughed at his own joke, but dwindled of as he received the infamous Gibbs glare.

Gibbs now brutally pulled out of his daydreaming, looked again at the silver parcel in his hand and taking a deep breath, opened it. The box revealed another package in the shape of an egg box “What the hell” he said to himself, and studied said egg box. Reading the instructions, he surmised that this egg box contained no ordinary eggs but bean plants. Apparently once the plant has sprouted, through some silly genetic engineering effect, in about five days or so a personal message would appear on each bean. Gibbs thought that this was one of the weirdest gifts he had ever received but as curiosity got the better of him he continued reading.

On the sixth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me…Not quite Goose eggs but given enough attention these eggs will call out my dearest devotion to you.
Love?

Gibbs laughed at all this, giving Tony who was furiously working a bit of a shock. Rather than question his boss’s mad moment, he simply sat and watched as Gibbs picked up an empty Starbucks coffee cup, fill it with water and promptly drop what appeared to be an egg into it. Shaking his head Tony returned to his work.

Thursday December 19^th

On the Seventh day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… seven swans are swimming…

There was nothing more beautiful than being with the one you love. An old and cliché phrase no doubt, but at this moment Gibbs couldn’t care less if he started sprouting Shakespeare. Waking up with a gorgeous warm body after a night of complete and utter abandonment had to be one step to heaven.
Still groggy from the previous night’s passion, Gibbs smiled lovingly at the sleeping figure next to him. He was glad he had managed to persuade Ducky to stay the night. Mrs. Mallard was safely tucked away with friends for the coming few days, giving Gibbs the opportunity to grab a few nights alone with his lover.

Now said lover was sleeping after being highly entertained and thoroughly loved. Gibbs gently stroked the soft creamy flesh of Ducky’s back, tracing over the spinal column, and kissing each indentation. He lovingly touched the sides, ignoring the fleshy folds of age.
No matter how fit Ducky tried to be, age had caught up with him, but each extra bit of weight, in Gibbs‘ opinion gave him more to touch and love

It wasn’t a matter of sex all the time. It was about simply being there for each other, of knowing that there was someone for you,
some one whom you could depend on. Ducky was totally committed to Gibbs and vice versa. So perhaps they didn’t make love all the time,
perhaps they never climaxed all the time. It didn’t matter as far as Gibbs was concerned. Even the merest touch, hug or quick peck on the cheek could be considered more of a loving touch than reaching the highest peak of ecstasy.

But making love to Ducky was a bonus. Gibbs loved to watch Ducky in passion; he loved watching those beautiful eyes open wide in wonder and devotion. He loved to be able to prevent Ducky from uttering coherent words, to make him so well loved that all he could mutter were murmurs and yelps. And the odd “Jethro” and “Dearest”.

He felt powerful in being able to give Ducky constant reminders of their bond and love. And at the same time in being so confident in himself that Gibbs permitted Ducky to set the pace and take him on occasion. Gibbs never ever contemplated life without Ducky. Here was his soul mate, it certainly didn’t matter what sex or form it took. Ducky’s soul was very definitely in tune with his own.

For the time however they were happy and contented, laying together waiting until the alarm went off to set them up for another work day. Gibbs kissing every spare bit of flesh he could find, whilst Ducky now awakening emphatically enjoying all this attention that Gibbs was paying him, moaning and arching his body, as Gibbs gave a mixture of feather light and deep kisses to his back.
Wanting more to kiss and worship, Gibbs turned Ducky over. He watched Ducky arch his neck in surrender, this was a gift he could hardly ignore. So tenderly nibbling at the fleshy neck, Gibbs worked his way up to Ducky’s square jaw and then made a path to the still reddened lips. Gibbs covered Ducky’s body with his own, careful not to completely suffocate his beloved,
but at the same time ensuring that Ducky felt every part of his younger lover’s warm strong flesh. Ducky in return instantly lifted up his legs to hold Gibbs to his body, silently pleading for wholeness.

And Gibbs understood as he always did, by gently pacing himself at Ducky’s still warm and open channel, and joining them together. Smiling and gasping in delight Ducky pushed Gibbs further into his body. Gibbs stilled for the moment whispering words of devotion and deep respect. Then moving slowly and deeply, as though they had all the time in the world.

It seemed far too soon as reality slowly crept into their own universe. Alarm duly switched of, the temptation to share a shower was too good to miss, and finally with mixtures of kisses and touches they at last got ready for the day ahead. Ready to leave Jethro and Duck at the bedroom door and to take on the persona of Agent Gibbs and Dr Mallard.

The door bell rang; as Gibbs was on his cell phone to his office. Ducky, who was nearest the front door, took it upon himself to answer it. Upon finishing his call, Gibbs turned round to see Ducky stagger into the living area with a large and heavy parcel. Gibbs rushed to take it off him. Taking it over to the coffee table, Gibbs dropped it quietly on the hard wood surface.

“Another one Jethro?” Ducky mused.

“Looks like it Duck.” Gibbs replied, as he started to open this particular gift.

“It’s very heavy Dear, I wonder what it could possibly be?”

“Well we are about to find out Ducks,” Gibbs replied as masses of paper went flying over the table. “Jeez, My God” Gibbs went white.

Ducky was concerned, due to his lover’s change of pallor, and quickly went over to touch him. “What’s wrong dearest?”

“Look Duck, just look at this.” As he said these words Jethro lifted out a hamper. “My God this must have cost a fortune, look Ducks” Gibbs pointed out the contents of several bottles of bourbon.

“Oh Lord Jethro, there must be several brands in here.”

Gibbs reverently touched each bottle. Bottles of Jim Bean Black, Jim Bean, and Johnny Drum.

“Hey Duck look, 18 year old Elijah Craig, single barrel. Oh! A 1995 vintage Evan Williams.” Gibbs reeled of each in child like delight. Ducky grinned, eyes flashing in joy.

“I believe there is seven bottles here Jethro, what with these two bottles of Kentucky Gentleman.” Ducky reached out to pick up the small accompanying slip of card. Clearing his throat he began

On the seventh day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… No sign of swans, but like these majestic birds, seven majestic brands of your favorite beverage.
love?

"Much as I would love to dwell with you on the delights of this seventh gift my dear, I do believe that we must return to the nasty but important reality that calls us to work.” Ducky laughingly informed Gibbs.

“OK my love, but believe me, you and I will be having a very special evening with Elijah, Evan and Johnny.”

“Won’t the bed be a little cramped dearest?”

Friday December 20^th

One the eighth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… eight maids a milking…

Surely sitting in bed with the company of Ducky along with vintage Elijah and Evan, did make for a very enjoyable evening for Gibbs. What more could he want, again the soft warm and delightful body of one very satisfied lover, and in addition the finest bottles of vintage bourbon. Everything just right for a very very entertaining and progressive evening.

And once more it felt just right to wake up with the same warm and glorious body, kissing that familiar form, enveloping it in all the ways of love and affection he could muster. Never could he get enough of that wonderful body; Ducky was so giving, and so accepting.

Throughout their relationship they never had any cause for concern except the inability to be able to shout their relationship from high. Even though society was tolerant now, they still believed that bringing their relationship to light would cause considerable damage. More so now in light of their new director Jen Shepard. If any one could inflame the situation more, it was undoubtedly Ms Shepard, especially in light of her misguided belief that Gibbs held her in high esteem. So they kept quiet, giving no one the impression that they were little more than long time friends, and were extremely good at keeping up this charade.

So after another morning of mischievous foreplay, shared lovemaking in the shower cubicle. They finally dressed and once Gibbs started nibbling on a piece of throat as yet unhindered by one of Ducky’s infamous bow ties, they performed a humorous striptease. Once again showering, and dressing each other. Until Ducky took charge, informing Gibbs that suspicion would arise should they both be late arriving at their workplace.

At the front door Gibbs waved off Ducky and his Morgan, vowing to repeat their two days of passion again in the very near future.

His mood still light hearted, Gibbs whistled as he got out of the elevator and practically danced to his desk. Thankfully Tony and Ziva were absent, so they were not witness to Gibbs break in character.

Only McGee was there busy working as usual, but he gave no indication of noticing his boss’s arrival.

Even before Gibbs could settle at his desk the phone rang, quickly picking it up he barked into it “Gibbs.” He listened to the caller at the end of the line. At which point he grabbed McGee’s attention by throwing a pencil at him. McGee instantly recognised this as a signal that his presence was required and stood up from his desk. Once Gibbs finished his call, he went to pull on his NCIS cap, and stopped. Gibbs took of his cap and peered inside. Aha! he had found gift number eight.

McGee paused in his step looking oddly at his boss. “Anything wrong chief?”

Gibbs ignored this question and jamming his finger in a small hole of the envelope, ripped it open. He pulled out two sheets of paper and what looked like a pack of seeds. Putting the cap back on his greying hair, he read to himself the contents of this latest offering.

Before McGee could ask again, Gibbs got up from his desk and gesturing McGee to stay behind, walked to the nearest men’s room.

Locking a cubical for privacy he read over the contents of the letter again.

"A rose by any other word would smell as sweet." So how sweet would it be to name a rose after someone special? The Name a Rose gift set contains a packet of unique unnamed rose seeds, which you can grow with the help of the included handy guide to growing roses and a packet of fertilizer. Then you can officially name it by filling and returning the enclosed registration card. Sweet? Absolutely.

On the eighth day of Christmas, My true Love sent to me…No milking maids, but definitely maids in the form of roses. I took the liberty of naming these particular seeds after a very beautiful rose bud who unfortunately did not live to full bloom. Please take care of Kelly’s Delight, may she bloom eternally.

This gift hit Gibbs right in the heart. Very few knew about Kelly. His daughter who died tragically with her mother Shannon, Gibbs’ first wife. Kelly a small child who never really got to enjoy life to the fullest, a life cut short, as a result of some maniac.

This gift shook Gibbs deeply and in the privacy of the small insignificant cubical let tears run down his face. He knew that the person who was sending these gifts was some one close to him. Someone who wanted to gift with an eternal reminder of a loved one. Someone who knew he loved roses. Someone he knew who recalled seeing Gibbs with an inscribed flask bearing both his wife’s and child’s name. That could be a few people Jen Shepard included. However he again wrote her off, that woman was far too selfish to consider gifting him with such offerings.

Slipping the envelope in his chest pocket of his coat, he opened the door and walked to the sink, where he washed his face wiping away the evidence of tears.

Satisfied that he looked like his normal self he left the men’s room and went to find McGee, who on seeing his boss didn’t enquire as to why Gibbs’ eyes looked red.

Saturday December 21^st

On the ninth day of Christmas, My true Love sent to me… nine ladies dancing…

It didn’t matter whether Christmas was close as far as NCIS were concerned. It didn’t matter that it was Saturday. Both days were just like any other time of the year, the pieces of the puzzles still needed to be found and connected. This consequently meant that the teams still needed to work as hard.

But amongst the never ending reams of paperwork, identifying of criminals and unearthing of numerous bodies, people were still getting into the spirit of the festive season.

For instance Abby, whose basement office was covered in all sorts of decorations, at odds with the state of the arts equipment. There was McGee who had a twinkling tree perched on his desk. And Tony who went a little too far, with a Santa who dropped his trousers at any given time. All getting into the spirit of the occasion. Even Ducky got into the pull of the season by wearing a rather festive bow tie, whilst dissecting an unfortunate victim of a parachute jump.

The only two who didn’t seem to catch this tinsel disease was Gibbs and Ziva.

Ziva undoubtedly in view of her religious beliefs took great delight in tearing at Tony’s attempts to justify his rather crude Santa, and his version of the true meaning of Christmas. Gibbs just didn’t like Christmas, period. Unless it was spent in the company of Ducky which it really hadn’t been, as every Christmas was spent apart. Gibbs knew that Ducky felt compelled to spent Christmas and New Year with his mother. Past Christmas for Gibbs had been spent either with wives or alone, and it was looking as though he was going to be spending this Christmas absent of any company.

Well this wasn’t entirely true. Jen Shepard had invited him to spend Christmas and the following days with her. However he had declined, much to her horror, making up some valid excuse that it would not appear such a good idea in view of their work relationship, to be seen as some sort of couple. It may be ok for the likes of Abby and McGee to enjoy a relationship both physical and work based. It would not be so for them. So he had hoped that the lame excuse he had given would satisfy her. He also privately thought that he would rather spend Christmas with Tobias, than the human Venus fly trap.

Gibbs was sitting at his desk watching the altercation between Ziva and Tony, making no effort to stop them, in fact rather enjoying it. Perhaps they may kill each other, he thought to himself. Then retracted that thought, he certainly didn’t want Ducky to be working extra hours over the holidays.

He wished he could have Ducky in bed, completely at his disposal all over the holidays. Neither would get out of bed, Gibbs would make sure that all Ducky’s needs would be taken care of. As this thought flowed over him he failed to notice what was occurring at Tony’s desk.

“Hey Boss?”

“Agent Gibbs?” both Tony and Ziva shouted.
Gibbs shook himself out of his musings to look over where both agents were.

“Hey Boss, I think this belongs to you.” Tony held up an instantly recognisable envelope much like the one Gibbs had received the day before. “It was in my desk, looks like someone mistook my desk for yours.” He grinned.
“Hardly.” mocked Ziva, giving Tony’s Santa a dour look.

“DiNozzo stop acting like a kid, just pass it over.” Gibbs demanded.

Tony went to throw the envelope over to his boss, but Ziva grabbed it and passed over to Gibbs. Whereby Gibbs snatched it of her, and ripped it open. He turned away from them to read the contents in privacy.

Again like the last gift, inside were a number of papers. One in particular took his attention.

Send that someone special into orbit by naming a star after them. You’ll get a framed personalized certificate, giving their star database reference number. This pack also includes a sky chart and star plotter to help you find the area of your own star.

Your star name will be recorded within the Intergalactic Star database and allocated with a unique star number from this database.

One the ninth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me... There may not be nine ladies dancing, however in the night sky there are certainly many thousand twinkling stars. I have taken the liberty therefore to name and dedicate one of these bright shining and glorious flame to a charming young lady whom has long gone. Shannon will be twinkling for many centuries to come and will outshine us all.
Love?

This time Gibbs managed to train his emotions, again the person who had sent these gifts had hit a spot. He no longer was surprised at the thoughtfulness behind this gift. As each day came and went each gift received gave him a clue and he progressed further and further into finding out the identity of the giver. He knew now who his Santa was; it was evident in the small written verse. Only one other person besides himself knew who Shannon was. And he mentally kicked himself for being slow on the realization part. The secret Santa had never really intended to be secret; there were enough clues to identify the giver as Ducky. And knowing Ducky, if Gibbs had not worked it out, Ducky never planned to put Gibbs out of his misery.

“Aw Ducks.” Gibbs remarked to himself, “You sure let my mind run wild.”

Having turned round to face the team who were on edge with anticipation, Gibbs raised a thick eyebrow, which resulted in his team scurrying back to work.

“McGee?” He turned towards Gibbs, who looked horrified at being picked out. “Get me a coffee” And shocking Tim even more. “Get one for yourself too”.

“Eh. Yes Boss.” Tim stuttered, as he ran to get Gibbs‘ daily intake.

Sunday December 22^nd

On the tenth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… ten lords are leaping…

Tony DiNozzo was in ecstasy, the hot spray of the shower, battered down on his aching back like a Russian female masseur. That morning had not gone well for him. Not only has his attempts to humiliate Probie backfired. On one of their many outings he had also misjudged the height of a hill, and had tumbled down it at great speed. And much to the joy of his fellow agents landed in a swamp, narrowly missing Ducky who was in the midst of examining another poor recently deceased being.

Now he was left alone to lick his wounds, and to enjoy the peace and quiet of a decent very long refreshing shower. However this was not to last.

Back in the office Tim McGee was still giggling, admittedly to himself, after witnessing the fall of his tormentor. He thought to himself that there was a God after all, and his constant praying for retribution had not gone unanswered.

So it was with much glee and happy spirits that Tim returned to his desk to write up the report on this morning events.

Tim always liked to write up his reports on his own familiar lap top. McGee although an expert in computers didn’t trust the NCIS software. So after getting himself a coffee, black no sugar. He settled himself down, and picked up his lap top case that was leaning on the side of his desk.

He unzipped the case, expecting to see his familiar Dell laptop; instead he came face to face with what could be judged a laptop sized box, and although the same silver color as his machine, this particular item would not be able to sufficiently work as good.

He gathered from its color that it was another of those gifts for his boss. Gibbs was busy on his phone to Tobias, probably going over the trials of today’s events. Picking up the parcel he went over to Gibbs desk, and after acknowledgement from Gibbs, waited until the call had finished.

Gibbs, whilst talking to Tobias, had seen what McGee was holding, and as he spoke, thoughts of what Ducky could possibly have sent him now flew through his mind. He quickly brought the conversation to an end, by agreeing to meet up with Tobias for a drink near New Year. As he put the phone on his desk, he eyed McGee, and at the same time held out his hand for the package.

McGee handed it over and then promptly returned to his own desk to look for his missing laptop; Gibbs wondered briefly what his junior agent was up to before putting all his attention on the gift before him.

Ignoring the recognizable lettering on the accompanying tag, Gibbs ripped the parcel to reveal the contents. Every one in the office knew that Gibbs was techno-phobic. A simple cell phone would cause frustration, and the inevitable journey into the nearest trash can. So what greeted Gibbs this time totally puzzled him, even reading the accompanying text made him none the wiser.

The RC blimp is the most impressive of all indoor RC toys. Unlike the common car, airplane and bath boat, the RC blimp can be navigated through all rooms, up and down the stairs and even utilized in chasing animals/children/the elderly on low flying missions.

This mini blimp is a great introduction to the joys of RC flying toys. It has 3 high-speed motors; multi directional controls and is powered off batteries. The blimp does need helium to fill its balloon, but this is readily available from your local florist.

Gibbs read Ducky’s additional card.

On the tenth day of Christmas, My true Love sent to me… It may not be 10 leaping lords, but I hope to have you leaping into laughter at what this mini zeppelin can do for your stress levels
Love ?

With a near perfect aim at McGee’s head with a coffee cup, Gibbs managed to attract Tim’s attention. “McGee, you know about all these electrical and techno things, what the hell is this?”
Tim quickly walked to Gibbs’ desk and studied the contents of the parcel. After reading and explaining the gizmo to his boss, he set it up and proceeded to show Gibbs how it worked. An evil thought entered Gibbs head. “Where’s DiNozzo?”
”In the shower.” McGee replied. He gave his boss a puzzled look as Gibbs took the blimp and headed off into the direction of the showers.

Gibbs was in luck; Tony was still in the shower. He knew it was Tony, having once before being the unlucky recipient of the very off key singing of the half Italian. Tony may have the looks of a typical Italian stallion, but he still had the singing voice of an asthmatic hyena.

Tony was too far gone in enjoying his shower and singing; he didn’t hear the loud buzzing sound that was getting nearer and nearer to him until it was too late.
Suddenly! All hell broke loose as a high pitched squeal came from Tony’s shower cubical. All Gibbs saw was the shower curtain being slowly twisted with a wet body, as arms flew up desperately trying to escape from the intruder.
Gibbs was doubled up in laughter, but managed to hide himself when a red faced Tony who had now managed to free himself from the shower curtain, was now on his way on a murdering rampage. Gibbs laughter renewed itself when Tony realized he was still naked and had to quickly dress before continuing to find the culprit who dared to disrupt his shower.
When he had sufficiently recovered, Gibbs retrieved his Blimp, albeit slightly wet, but still in working order, and sat down on a bench There he relived the scene again in his mind, which led to another fit of hysterics?
”Oh Duck.” He managed to say “leaping indeed” and continued to laugh until tears came into his eyes.
It was a much more relaxed Gibbs who returned to the office that afternoon.

Monday December 23^rd

On the eleventh day of Christmas, My true Love sent to me…eleven pipers piping…

Life was indeed looking bright for one Agent Gibbs. After the entertainment of yesterday, he was still in a fantastically good frame of mind, so good that even David and DiNozzo wouldn’t be able to upset him.
The mail man called as Gibbs was on his way out of the house. Gibbs carried gift number eleven to his car, settling it on the seat next to him. As he drove into the town, he thought about all the gifts he had received over the past eleven days. From the down right odd ones like the David Cassidy CD and the Blimp machine, to the most significant ones like the rose and the star, named for both daughter and first wife respectively.

Once he got to the office, not forgetting his parcel, he made his way into the elevator pressing the button for his particular floor, smiling briefly at the other occupants.
Once on his floor, he strolled past David and DiNozzo, giving them a smile, which he knew would unnerve them. This was exactly what he intended.

Gibbs noticed that Tony was still in a foul mood after his shock exit from the showers the day before, and it still clawed at Tony that he hadn’t found the culprit, with the mini zeppelin, although evil glances were being continually sent to Ziva. Gibbs was thankful for that at least he didn’t have to deal with an over sexed agent, rattling sexual innuendoes in all directions. At most Tony attention would be focused on something other than Ziva’s body. Well unless it involved Tony’s hands round Ziva’s throat. Gibbs gave a little amused grunt. God he loved keeping his agents on their toes.

After consuming a cupful and a half of unspoilt caffeine, Gibbs focused his mind on the parcel that he had put down on his desk moments before. Instead of ripping open the parcel as he normally did, he gently peeled back the tape from the paper, and uncovered the gift inside. It was a material of some sort. Tartan, Gibbs guessed it to be. He shook the fabric out revealing what would be only identified as a kilt and sporran The kilt was made of four or five colors, Red, yellow and green and a combination of these three colors to make the well-known tartan design. He draped it over his desk, much to the amusement of McGee. Gibbs then thoroughly examined it, as Tony gave a whistle. “You gonna wear it boss?”
“When hell freezes over DiNozzo.” Gibbs replied, as he picked up tag that was stitched to the kilt. The label indicated that the kilt was from the House of Gibbs/Gibson. Not that Gibbs knew of any Scottish blood in his family, well none that he knew about. The kilt had clearly been made in Scotland and sent over at some cost.

Obviously Ducky thought he was worth spending on, but if Ducky wanted him to wear this kilt, then there would be some major discussion first. And Ducky would have to come up with some good bargaining skills to get Gibbs in that particular item of clothing. And those skills would possibly involve something of a sexual nature. Unearthing the usual wording that went with the present, and downing the last few gulps of coffee. Gibbs read to himself the added text.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, My true Love sent to me… Well like the splendid pipers of Bonnie Scotland I send you the traditional kilt of the Gibbs clan. May you join me in perhaps in celebrating the customary Scottish New Years Eve?
Love ?

Later that evening, Gibbs stared at the kilt now laid out in all its glory, with the added sporran. It seemed to plead for it to be worn and after a few hours of indecisiveness Gibbs took his trousers of, leaving his white shirt, and tried for several attempts to get the kilt to fit correctly. Once this had been successfully achieved. Gibbs ventured to his full length dress mirror and took note of his appearance. “Not bad, Gibbs my boy, Good pair of legs,” He swung his hips from side to side. A gentle breeze flowed up his legs. “Got to make sure I keep my jocks on.” He said to his mirror image. “Well Ducky, if you play your cards right, you may get a taster of this.” He grinned in the mirror for some time.

Tuesday December 24^th Christmas Eve.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… twelve drummers drumming…

It had been a very uneventful day, and now it was nearing the end. Gibbs sat at his desk, feeling despondent. All day he had waited for the final gift, but to no avail. He had even visited Ducky down in autopsy; however Ducky wasn’t giving anything away. So Gibbs returned upstairs extremely disappointed, and in a less than good mood.
He stared into space, not noticing that Ziva had left. Tony had tried to attract his attention, but simply gave up and sent Christmas greetings on his way out. Tim and Abby sat with him for a while, trying to cheer him up.
”Gibbs, it may be waiting for you at home.” Abby brought up. She gently stroked Gibbs arm in comfort. “It’s the last surprise, so it’s bound to be something special.”
”Abby’s right Boss.” Tim joined in the conversation. “Still time to get the last mail service.”
”Want us to stay with you?” Abby said softly.
”Nope you two go ahead, enjoy the time away, I know its not often you guys get Christmas off.” Gibbs waved them away. “Now go. Enjoy.”
Abby kissed him on the cheek and grabbing Tim’s hand she left Gibbs to his thoughts.

Hours seemed to pass by as Gibbs sat reflecting on the past days events all the gifts that Ducky had sent. Eventually Gibbs reckoned he needed to go home, God only knew why, there was certainly no one to spend the day with. Ducky has rejected Gibbs‘ invitation to lunch, insisting Gibbs join him at the Mallards house, which Gibbs turned down. Ducky didn’t like to leave his mother alone, and he certainly didn’t think it was advisable for them both to spend the time at Gibbs house. So it looked like Gibbs would spend Christmas day in solitude.

It was with a sad heart that Gibbs left the NCIS building, it was dark and coldness was settling in. Pulling his coat round him, he walked to where his car was parked. On getting in he checked the interior, perhaps the gift was left in here. Yet nothing was found, and with a great sigh, he started the engine and began to drive home.
The darkness of the house reminded him of how grim he felt at this particular moment, and flicking his eyes over the exterior of his home he noticed a faint light shining from his bedroom. Frowning to himself, he certainly didn’t recall leaving a light on that morning. He let his mind reflect back to the conversation he had with Abby and McGee earlier. Maybe Abby was right all along and the last gift was waiting for him. He certainly didn’t know what to expect. Obviously Ducky had slipped over here to leave the gift before driving to his own home many miles away, and therefore even if he didn’t have the pleasure of Ducky’s company over the coming day, he still had the gift.
Lighter in heart, he unlocked the door and the warm air hit him. After closing the door behind him, he shook of his coat and hung it on the coat peg near the entrance. He walked into the kitchen intending to get himself a glass of bourbon, one of Ducky’s seven brands, and upon switching on the light noticed another parcel on the kitchen table. Forgetting the bourbon, Gibbs stalked to the table and without thought, grabbed the parcel ripping the wrapping, very nearly dropping the parcel in his attempt to release what was inside.

He stopped himself and slowly inhaling; he lifted the lid of the container which revealed a piece of scarlet ribbon. Attached to one end of the ribbon was a little note which said.

On the Twelfth day of Christmas, My True Love sent to me… Well there is no room on your bed my dear for twelve drummers. And the only drumming you will hear is the beating of my heart, which is so full of love for you. All that I am is what I now present to you, as I offer myself as the final gift. Come to me, my dearest, don’t keep me waiting.
Love D.

Having no intention of keeping his lover waiting any longer Gibbs fled the kitchen and ran upstairs two steps at a time to his room. Before he joined his lover he breathed deeply, and upon entering the dimly lit room he gazed at the sight before him.
There was Ducky lying naked on the bed except for a bright red bow tie.
“Merry Christmas Jethro.” Ducky smiled. "Didn't you sprain some muscles while running up those stairs?" Gibbs smiled back and despite being fully clothed, gave a flying leap and landed on the bed next to his surprised lover. “So Duck, Can I unwrap my gift now?”
”Of course my dearest.” Ducky whispered back, any more words were muffled as Gibbs placed his lips over those of Ducky’s, and gathering the wonderful warm body to him, kissed all over his beloved face. Ducky managed to gasp out. “Aren’t we a little over dressed Jethro?” “I agree Duck; I think we can dispense with the bow tie.” And as Gibbs unraveled the scarlet ribbon, Ducky sighed in wonder.

The rest of the evening and night was spent reminding each other of their love, their commitment to each other, and the reason for their existence. Gibbs took great delight in actually preventing Ducky from making coherent sentences, by bringing him to heights of sheer ecstasy. And despite being that much older Ducky proved to be a very sprightly pensioner, and managed to get Gibbs flat on his back. Ducky looked down at Gibbs, the blue of his eyes a mere thin ring round magnified pupils. Long bangs covering his forehead and licking still bruised lips. Ducky gently impaled himself on to Gibbs hard length, and with a sigh joined their two bodies as one.
Time fled for these two lovers as Gibbs gently thrust up, loving the feel of Ducky’s warm channel. He hit Ducky’s prostate, and in return Ducky arched his back revealing his neck and sighed in perfect completeness. In the distance a clock chimed twelve. “Merry Christmas my dear” Ducky managed to whisper.
”Merry Christmas Duck.” As the world exploded for them both.

THE END.

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