Cookie Goodness

Gibbs opened the door, walked into his house, took a deep breath....and stifled a curse.

The house smelled of baking. Again.

"Willow?" he called out unnecessarily. He knew where his niece was.

"In the kitchen." she called out from the back of the house.

The same place she'd been for the last two weeks.

It still surprised Gibbs that it had only taken her a little over a week to get bored. He'd been expecting at least three weeks before she started growing desperate for something else to do. But, no. For the last two weeks, he'd come home every day to find her baking something in the kitchen.

While he was glad she'd finally expanded her repertoire of baked goods to more than three kinds of cookies, cupcakes, squares and brownies were not his desserts of choice.

Not anymore, anyways.

After the first few days, the overflow had been too much for his cupboards, fridges and freezers, and there was only so much the two of them could eat themselves, or pawn off on the neighbours it had taken him years to train into a 'nodding' acquaintanceship.

Now they kept returning empty tins, expecting small talk and coffee in exchange for free baked goods.

It was after the third time Mrs Granger from two houses down had 'accidentally' left some underwear behind, that Gibbs had allowed himself to be convinced to bring the overflow to work.

That had resulted in an even bigger mess.

His even more carefully cultivated reputation as a first class bastard was being systematically torn to shreds under the landslide of 'Oh, cookies!' and the frankly disturbing noises being emitted by hoards of ravenous NCIS agents and staff.

It had to stop.

Luckily, he'd heard of a student internship opening up in the IT section. A few well placed threats and bribes - the damn brownies were finally good for something - and he had a promise to hold off on advertising the position until the end of the week.

Now he just had to get Willow to agree to it.

With a sigh, he made his way into his previously pristine kitchen, and froze.

For the first time in his life, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was speechless.

Because dishes should not be washing themselves!

END

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