It is always raining when they meet—the flashing lights reflect in the rainbow of the puddles—the gray sky matching their tempers.
“Gibbs.”
“Willows.”
Each encounter a metaphorical explosion over evidence—jurisdiction of the case—who has the better geeks.
“Greg”
“Abby”
They always make up for it in the locker room—hard—in one of the showers—the echoing groans leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Jethro…”
“Cath…”
They always get caught—shock—disapproval—lecture.
“Gil!”
“Ducky!”
They never offer excuses—always leave in the middle of Ducky’s story—heading to places where no one exists…even in their minds.