Is two years old today!
When I first formed the Comm there were five members plus myself. This time last year we had forty-six members. Today our numbers have risen to sixty-nine, and that isn't counting those people who watch the Comm and/or pop over on a regular/semi-regular basis. Personally, I think this is pretty darn good for a community that focusses on the non-main pairing. I'm delighted that numbers have continued to grow and that people are still so enthusiastic about the relationship between Gibbs and Ducky.
During the two years, we have lost a couple of writers and artists, which is always sad. On the reverse though, we have gained several additional writers and artists. In total twenty-eight different people have, over the two years, written stories (c.450), essays, episode reviews, created graphics and artwork of various types, and made songvids. However, it is not just the people who have created things who contribute to the Comm and keep it going, it's also those who comment on the various offerings.
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And now a little present from me to you all.
TITLE: Do You Think?
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
PAIRING: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald 'Ducky' Mallard
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship. Fluff. Humour
SUMMARY: DiNozzo wonders about Gibbs and Ducky's love life.
WORD COUNT: 500
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
Tony glanced around him to make doubly certain his boss was still out of the office.
When he was certain Gibbs wasn't around, he leaned forward. "Hey," he called, and waited until McGee and Ziva's looked at him. "Do you think Gibbs and Ducky kiss?"
"What?" Ziva asked, looking askance at Tony.
He glanced around him again. "Gibbs and Ducky, do you think they kiss?"
"Why would they not?" Ziva sounded as though she couldn't believe Tony was asking the question.
Tony frowned at her. "Well, you know."
"No, Tony. I do not 'know'. Do you, Tim?" She glanced at McGee.
He shook his head and looked at Tony. "No, I don't. Do tell us, Tony."
Damn, the Probie, he was learning. "Well kissing, it's, you know, intimate."
"Yes?" Ziva continued to look at him unblinkingly.
"And well, it's just that . . . Come on, Probie, help me out here," Tony wheedled.
But McGee just looked at him. "I don't know what you mean, Tony."
Ziva frowned. "They are in a relationship, Tony," she said. "Of course they kiss."
"How do you know? Have you seen them?"
"No, of course not. But –"
"Well, then. We don't know. They just might . . ." He trailed off, waggled his eyebrows, and looked at Ziva and McGee in what he hoped was a knowing way.
Ziva shook her head. "I wonder about you sometimes, Tony." She returned her attention to her computer.
"Only sometimes," McGee muttered under his breath. He too returned to his work.
"Hey, Duck," Gibbs called, as he and his field team went into Autopsy. "What've you got for me?"
Ducky turned around; he looked surprised to see them. "What are you expecting me to have for you, Jethro?" he asked.
"How about this?" In two strides Gibbs had crossed to where Ducky was standing, tugged him into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed him.
For a second or two he felt Ducky freeze in his embrace, felt his surprise, but then Ducky relaxed against him, put his own arms around him and met the kiss.
Gibbs kept it reasonably brief; well if he didn’t, the kids would get to witness a heck of a lot more than just a kiss. Thus, far sooner than he wanted to, he gently took his mouth away from Ducky's and released him from the embrace.
Ducky looked stunned, as well as extremely contented, as he gazed up at Gibbs; the steady, puzzled blue gaze asked many questions.
Gibbs silently answered one of them. Later, he promised.
Then he smiled, brushed his hand over Ducky's forehead, pushing back the errant fringe that had fallen over the top of Ducky's glasses, straightened one of Ducky's lapels, turned on his heel and moved back across the room.
As he passed DiNozzo, he paused for a second. "That answer your question, DiNozzo?"
Leaving the most senior member of his team standing, mouth open, he continued on his way, flanked by a smiling McGee and Ziva, out of the room.