Gibbs is an interesting man. Maybe a bit stereotypical occasionally but still interesting to you. He's gentlemanly, gentle while also keeping his slightly gruff demeanor most of the time, and over the last few weeks of getting to know him you have really grown fond of him.

So now here you are, early in the morning of a usual warm Sunday, standing out on the side of a lake, on the small pier as he gets into the boat and you look at him with a slight look of uncertainty. Water is nice, swimming is nice, and dates with him are nice and interesting, but that slight fear of the water is always there even if it's very much unwarranted.

"Come on" He urges you on with a soft smile, reaching for your hand.