Set after Jetlag.
Gibbs wants an answer to his question.
A pre-slash story.
Written: January 2009. Word count: 300.
"So, were you?" Gibbs asked, wincing as he tried to get comfortable in Ducky's car.
Ducky glanced at him. "Was I what?"
"Asking me on a date? Well?" Gibbs demanded, as silence filled the car.
"Jethro, I . . ."
"You what, Duck? It's a simple question. Were you or were you not asking me on a date?"
"The question may be a simple one, Jethro. However, I'm not certain my answer is."
Gibbs blinked. "You want to run that one by me again, Duck?"
Ducky sighed. "Jethro, why don't I take you home and then we can . . ."
"What? Talk about it? There's nothing to talk about, Duck."
"Is there not?"
"Nah. Stop trying to complicate it. 'Yes' or 'no'. Were you asking me on a date?"
Ducky sighed again. "I am not trying to complicate it. It is just . . . The answer, strictly speaking, is 'no'."
Gibbs stared at Ducky. "Oh," he said, not even trying to keep the surprise out of his voice. Then he frowned and said, "What do you mean 'strictly speaking no'?"
"I mean, Jethro," Ducky said, somewhat more forcefully than he usual did, "when I said it had been some time since I had been to Paris or indeed to the theater, I was not asking you out on a date. However," he paused.
"Yeah?" Gibbs prompted.
Ducky took a deep breath. "The thing is, I very much would like to ask you out on a date. But I never -"
"Then ask me," Gibbs said quietly.
Ducky stared at Gibbs, his mouth was very slightly open. "Jethro? Are you sure your head wasn't damaged by the car?"
"Head's fine, Duck."
"Well, in that case, Jethro, would you like to come out on a date with me?"
"Sure, Duck. That'd be great. Told you it was simple, didn't I?"
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