Jack's foot slipped on the crumbly slope and he cursed under his breath. "Whose bloody brilliant idea was it to take this route?" he grumbled.
Gibbs, right below him, made shushing sounds. "Quiet, Cap'n," he whispered, "we're in earshot of the place. And t'idea were yourn."
Jack hauled himself up another foot. "Why didn't you stop me?" he whispered back.
A soft snort. "Stop you? How?"
Jack felt around for the next finger-hold. "I'm amenable to reason."
"Mother of God give me patience," Gibbs snapped. "Amenable as any mule."
"Well, I still don't like it," Jack said peevishly.
Gibbs sighed.
August 18 2007, 04:34:17 UTC 4 years ago
August 18 2007, 13:11:09 UTC 4 years ago
Thanks!