#ncis imagines

[writings-of-a-demigod]

Leaving the BAU was a tough decision for you to make but it was the one you’re sticking with. Sure, you miss everyone there but it was time to turn that page and start a new one. A one where you start working with Gibbs in NCIS. 

You worked with the NCIS team before on a case, after that you were still on contact with McGee texting back and forth. After a rough case you called him up and ask him if he could meet you for coffee. And that became a thing for you two, meeting for coffee or video call if you had time. After a while he asked you.

“Would you consider coming to work for NCIS?” 

You looked up at him, little surprised “What?”

“I said would you consider coming to work for NCIS?” He talked slowly. 

You hit his arm “Ow! What was that for?” 

“Don’t make fun of me.” You gave him a little smile and he smiled back.

“But seriously would you?” 

Stopping for a minute to think about this “Maybe?”

“You said that like you’re unsure.” He commented.

Huffing “Well damn Tim I never thought about this like ever.” 

“Maybe you should and if you made up your mind I’m sure Gibbs would like to have you on the team.” 

Since then you thought about the NCIS all the time and weighting your pros and cons in leaving the BAU. These people were your family but that doesn’t mean you will cut all ties with them, it will be a little difficult to see each other all the time sure but you will. 

You heard the elevator ding, you reached your floor. Walking into the bullpen “Good morning guys” you smiled giving everyone the coffee you made.

“Well looks like someone’s in a good mood today.” Tony commented with his sly smile. 

“Good morning Y/n” McGee replied “Oh and thank you” he raised his coffee to you in cheers motion. 

Before you got to ask about Gibbs whereabouts he came in with a serious expression on his face “We got a case.” 

While everyone grabbed their gear you saw Gibbs grabbing the coffee on his desk and drinking it. 

“This tastes good. Where did you get it from?” He looked for a logo. 

“Well thank you, it came from my home.” You smiled at him. 

And he smiled back while both of you walking to the elevator.

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[rubyarrows]

He Knows

YN sat at her desk, nervously fidgeting with a pen. She watched as Tony DiNozzo, her field partner and friend-with-benefit for some time now, strolled off the elevator with his trademark smirk plastered on his face as he walked over to his desk. She took a deep breath, deciding that it was better to get this off her chest before anything else was to happen today. YNN was beyond nervous, but she knew if anyone was going to be able to get through something like this it would be Tony. 

"DiNozzo!" she called out, motioning for him to join her. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" 

Tony raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Sure thing, YN. What's up?" 

The YHC haired girl gestured toward the empty conference room nearby. "Let's step into the conference room. It's a bit more private." 

Intrigued by her serious tone, Tony followed her, shutting the door behind them. "Alright, YNN, spill the beans. What's going on?" He questioned her and crossed his arms. “And why are you being so secretive?” 

YN bit her lip, searching for the right words. "Tony, I'm pregnant. And it's yours." 

Tony froze, his eyes widening in shock. "You're... you're pregnant? Are you completely sure?" 

YN nodded, tears welling up in her eyes which at this point not even she could tell if they were happy or sad tears, and neither could DiNozzo. "I couldn’t be surer than I am at this moment. After the four different tests I took within the last twenty-four hours and the random fits of morning sickness I've had to fight off the past few weeks, I promise you, I'm sure." 

Tony's initial surprise quickly melted into a mix of emotions. He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find his voice. "Wow. I... I don't know what to say." 

YN wiped away a tear, her voice trembling. "You don't have to say anything if you don’t want to. I just thought you should know. It's your decision what to do next." 

Tony took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch her arm. "YNN, you have no idea what this means. This... this changes everything. Not just on an aspect of me and you because God knows I will never let you go through this alone. Especially not when it's my child you’re carrying. But you can’t go out into the field, not pregnant anyway, there’s too many dangers in it. That’s a no from me and when Gibbs finds out it’ll be a hell no from him." 

YN sniffled, mustering a weak smile. "I know. But we’ll get through it." 

Tony nodded, his expression filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Of course, we will." He said and leaned forward and placed a sweet and gentle kiss upon her lips. As they exited the conference room, Tony couldn't help but wonder who else knew about their situation. "Speaking of Gibbs, does he know? Have you told anyone else?" 

YN shook her head, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Not yet. I wanted to tell you first. I thought we should face this together before involving anyone else. But it wouldn’t surprise me if the Gibbs senses were already in of this information before either of us." 

Tony placed a comforting hand on her back as they walked back to their desks. "That's probably for the best. We'll share the news when we're ready, when we've figured things out." 

YN nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Yeah, whenever that maybe. Though I'm half expecting to be barred from any of the fun stuff for the time being." 

As she sat down at her desk, McGee and Ziva looked at the two of them curiously. “There anything the two of you want to share?” Agent David asked, looking specifically at YNN with eyebrows raised. 

McGee was quick to put in his input. “Yeah, you guys did disappear in quite a hurry.” 

Agents YLN and DiNozzo looked over at each other and shook their heads. “No. Can’t say that there is.” Tony says and YNN gave a small nod in agreement. “Just had a quick little chat is all.” 

Just like being saved by the bell, in walked Gibbs. “Gear up. Sailor found dead just outside of Norfolk.” Everyone rose from their seats and headed towards the elevator. Well, that was till Gibbs stopped two of them before they made it out of the bullpen. “YN. DiNozzo.” 

Just by the tone in his voice when he said her name, YN knew that her boss knew. She looked at Tony with a I told you so look and then back at Agent Gibbs who was already staring her down despite the gentle expression on his face. 

“Yes, boss.” Tony said as he turned to face the older man. 

Gibbs looked from YN to Tony back to YN. “You know,” YN stated and looked back at Gibbs who nodded. 

“Be keeping an eye on you the past few weeks. You good to go today?” he questioned.  

YN nodded. “I’m good. I’ll let you know if that changes.” 

“Do that. And DiNozzo,” he said and turning to Tony. “Keep an eye on her. Letting YN out of your site is not an option going forward.” 

“Didn’t plan on it,” Tony said and looked over at the girl to his right with a small smile, knowing he would do absolutely anything to keep her and their little one safe. “To be honest if I had the authority to bench her right now, I would.” YNN turned to her partner and gave him a cold look. “Don’t look at me in that tone, it would give me peace of mind.” 

“Good thing it’s not your call then.” she said and turned back to Gibbs. “I’ll promise to always stay within reach of somebody, if that’ll help Mr. Paranoid over here calm his nerves.” 

Gibbs nodded. “Good. We got questions that need answers and a body waiting for us.” 

As the three of them got into the elevator, Gibbs leaned over and whispered, “By the way, congratulations.” 

YN smiled. “Thank you.” 

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[oneshotnewbie]

(Tw, eating disorders)

hiyaa, could you do a fic with NCIS (the whole team or just a few characters) and reader who had been struggling with an ed?? i will leave the details to you xx

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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You sat alone in the darkened kitchen of your apartment. The plate in front of you was empty, the remains of a meager salad that you had tossed around several times. Your gaze was blank as you stared at the plate, as if searching for answers that might be hiding in the dried lettuce leaves.

The last few weeks have been a challenge for you. The relentless cases and high stress levels at NCIS had taken their toll on you. The originally secret battle against the numbers on the scales had long since become an open war that you were waging against yourself.

Your colleagues started to notice your changes. Special Agent Ellie Bishop, your best friend, was one of the first to notice a certain distance in your eyes while you were working on a case. Gibbs, who could read his team's moods like no other, had also picked up on the subtle clues- the tired eyes, the emaciated appearance, and the color that had drained from your face.

After a discussion about the latest case and your lack of sympathy, Ellie and he exchanged worried glances before silently agreeing that it was time to talk to you. Together they decided to bring in Jack Sloane, the team's experienced psychologist and agent.

Just a few hours later, after gathering informally, Gibbs, Ellie, and Jack found themselves in her office. The tension in the air was palpable as they patiently waited for you to walk in the door unsuspectingly. “Sit down, Y/n.” The older man spoke calmly, pointing to the couch opposite.

You hesitated with a questioning and slightly confused look before sitting down. The gazes of your colleagues literally pierced you and made you nervous.

"We're worried about you, sweetheart," Ellie began gently, her arms wrapped around her body as her lower back dug into the blonde's desk. "You seem so different lately and we want to understand what's going on."

Jack eventually continued, bringing out her expertise, enhancing the expression of her words by readjusting her glasses. "There's no reason to walk alone in the dark."

It was hard to miss the tension on your face as you tried to control her emotions. Gibbs looked at you seriously, a hint of concern and sensitivity shining in his eyes. "Y/n, we are your team. If you have problems, you don't have to fight it alone. Talk to us."

"It's nothing. I'm fine." You spoke after listening to your colleagues' words, literally feeling the pressure inside you as a lump formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before standing up and abruptly leaving the room without saying another word. The look on your face told the three of them a mix of anger and shame as they realized there was a deeper reason for your change.

The door closed behind you with a muffled bang and Gibbs sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the closed door. "Damn," he muttered. "She won't let anyone talk to her."

Ellie cast a worried glance in the direction you had just been sitting and furrowed her brow in frustration. "We can't just let her go through this alone. She needs help."

Jack Sloane nodded in agreement, her emotions contained as she considered what to do next with you. "I agree, but she also has to be willing to accept help. We can't force her."

In the next few days the atmosphere in the team remained tense. You tried to appear as normal as possible, but the tension between you, Ellie, and Gibbs was palpable. The usual jokes with Dinozzo, the shared breaks with Ellie and the feeling of togetherness with Gibbs seemed to have faded into the background.

Until the senior agent's team received an urgent mission that required your full attention and teamwork. A suspicious package with a bomb inside appeared in a public building. When you arrived on site, the situation quickly became aggravated by memories of 9/11. The building was evacuated and the team took control of the entire situation.

This effort that brought you back onto the field was actually intended to provide distraction and focus for you. However, the tensions in the team were obvious. You avoided all eye contact with your colleagues, the images of the failed conversation echoing in your head, and the pressure you were trying to hide weighed heavily on you.

While you were concentrating on your tasks, you suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Your heart was pounding fast, the world around you was spinning, and your legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. Your vision blurred. Instinctively you reached for the closest thing possible to hold on to, which at that exact moment was Ellie, but your knees gave way and you sank to the ground next to her. The colors blurred before your eyes and you lost consciousness.

Ellie noticed the suddenly tight grip on her forearm. Gibbs, who was standing right behind you, reacted quickly and caught you before your head hit the paving stone. “Y/n!” He called as he gently laid you on the ground and Ellie called emergency services while Dinozzo and McGee continued to focus on the case. You were pale and breathing shallowly, the older agent trying to wake you up while Ellie looked for signs of acute medical distress and checked your pulse, all while talking to the emergency dispatcher.

Gibbs watched worriedly as you slowly came to. When your eyes opened, they showed a mix of embarrassment and weakness. "What happened?" You mumbled, still dazed.

"We'll sort that out later," he replied calmly, brushing some stray strands of hair that had gotten lost in it out of your face. "Right now we need to make sure you get medical attention."

Even as the paramedics arrived and took care of you, the two exchanged a meaningful look. The events of the last few minutes had exposed a reality that they could no longer ignore and it became clear to everyone that this was not just about the case and the hot summer days that drove everyone into a corner - this was about the well-being of an agent who not only fought against external threats in everyday life, but also against her own demons.

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In the hospital room, surrounded by dim lights and the hum of medical equipment, you sat up straight in bed. Gibbs and Ellie had alerted Jack to come to the hospital, where all three of them gathered around you, each of them with a serious but caring look.

"Y/n, it's time we talk about this," Jack began in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand tentatively running over your still-shaky forearm, skillfully ignoring the intravenous access for medication. "We really care about you. This fainting is a symptom of something bigger. You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."

You looked down, fingers folding nervously in your lap. The walls you had so stubbornly built seemed to be crumbling. Gibbs took a step closer to you. His eyes met yours, intense and fatherly at the same time. "You're part of my team, y/n. If you're having trouble, I'm here for you."

Ellie also wanted to join in the conversation, adding something that completely grounded your walls. "We are not only colleagues, but also friends and family. You can trust us. We will help you." You took a deep breath and nodded, a lone, slow tear rolling down your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to talk about it. It feels like I'm losing control."

Gibbs placed a protective hand on your shoulder, letting you know that it was okay to let them in and accept their help. "Sometimes it's okay to let go of control. You are not alone and together we will help you get back on your feet."

"I fell into something that I didn't think I would ever fall into again. An eating disorder that I actually left behind a long time ago," you began to say, many more tears following. Ellie had immediately moved to your side, wrapping you in a big hug to help you tell them everything they needed to know.

The following weeks were characterized by intensive discussions with Jack, supported by professional help from another psychologist outside of working hours. The entire team was there to support you every step of the way, enveloping you in care as they ate with you and brought you small snacks.

Gibbs, who was otherwise known for his strictness, became a protective father figure who lost his strictness on you when it wasn't work related. He constantly reminded you that there was no shame in showing weakness and that you didn't have to fight alone if you suffered a setback for the day.

The team became a supportive unit that not only solved crimes but also looked after each other. Through your courage to defy and confront your own demons, the connection between you all became significantly stronger. Everyone in the family had learned that true strength often came from accepting help and going through the darkness together, rather than isolating yourself and taking the rocky road alone.

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[thecrimefiles]

Sweet Distraction

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: Gibbs takes matters into his own hands after you unintentionally distract the team.

Main Character(s): Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Anthony DiNozzo

DiNozzo was staring at you with an intense jealousy as he watched the hard candy slide into your mouth, tongue swirling around the crystallised sugar. “Oh yeah,” a quiet moan falling from his lips. “Yeah, just like that.” His voice was barely a whisper as his opalescent eyes began to melt into sinful lagoons of lust.

Completely unaware of the hypnotic power you held over him, your attention was focused on the case file as Gibbs comes striding into the bullpen, holding a cup of coffee. “We got a case?” Asks the marine, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. Your eyes meet his as the sound of his hand colliding with the back of DiNozzo’s head echoes around the room.

“Uh, yeah…” you glance between the two men, confused by their interaction. “Dead petty officer down in Norfolk.”

You begin reading the details of the investigation off the screen before noticing Gibbs’ intimate proximity behind you. Gently taking the remote from your hand, he leans in closer before mentioning, “that’s very distracting.”

A quiet chuckle tumbles from his lips as you turn towards him with a perplexed expression. Raising his eyebrows suggestively as you continue to suck on the lollipop, he pulls it out of your mouth with a soft pop as you lick the honeyed juices off your lips, not once looking away from those heavenly deep blue eyes.

“Grab your gear.” He says in a low voice as his gaze lingers a moment longer on your lips before grabbing the case file and heading towards MTAC.

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[sailorsolar12]

Federal Agent? - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x NCISAgentWifeOC - Chapter 1

Here is a little crossover I am making between NCIS and Top Gun Maverick. Don't hate me....gihihi.

Rating: M

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC

Warnings: violence, cursing, sexual tension, mentions of sex

Summary: Elaine and Jake Seresin met while she was working a case in Miramar, CA as she was stationed at the San Diego Field office, and he was in Top Gun Training. By the time that Jake graduated, they eloped and have been going strong ever since. Fast forward almost 10 years, Elaine is now in charge of her own team at the DC headquarters. With the discovery of a Dead pilot, Elaine and her team must team up with the San Diego field office to find the killer in Miramar while her husband is there training and before the killer decides to target her husband and his friends.

Elaine Seresin frowned as she looked at the screen in front of her. On the far right was the head shot of the dead naval officer she and her team were investigating. On the far left was the head shot of the same officer, but he was very much dead having a bullet wound in his head. In the middle was the GPS route of the naval officer the day before he arrived to D.C. He had flown in to meet with NCIS about something he had discovered, but her team had no idea what. The forensic scientist, Abby Sciuto, had discovered his last full day in Miramar, CA before he flew out of San Diego International and into Ronald Regan. A very familiar name popped up on the itinerary as her team surrounded her. He had stopped at The Hard Deck before going to the airport. Elaine closed her eyes for a second before she turned to her team. "Lauren, I want you and Grant to stay here in DC and work any and all possible leads. Work with Dr. Mallard and Abby to try and figure out what is going on. I have to go talk to the Director, but Sean and myself will be flying out to Miramar. I am not letting this man's death happen again," she said determined while walking away passing Gibbs on her way to the Director's office.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow recognizing the look on her face and nodded to her. "We don't have a case right now... Do you want McGee and Ziva to be ready if your agents need help?" he asked lightly.

Elaine gave a grateful smile. "You're a saint Gibbs," she called running up the stairs and smiled at Director Vance's assistant - who buzzed her in. The red headed agent smiled at the Director as she walked in. "Director," she greeted lightly.

"Ah! Elaine, what brings you to my office?" Leon asked as he finished signing some papers he was behind on. He looked up at her, seeing the dark look in her eyes. "Let me guess. You want to take an agent to wherever Miss Sciuto has found for the victim."

Elaine nodded. "Yes, sir. Abby recovered his GPS log from his phone the day before he was murdered up until he flew into Ronald Regan. He came from Miramar out in California, sir. I was stationed out there in the San Diego field office for some time. I am on good terms with Agent Wilson - who currently heads up that office. Sean and I could be on a flight within two hours to make sure not a lot of time is lost," she explained, feeling her phone and smart watch vibrating a few times with messages from her husband. She would look at them later.

Leon stared at her for a moment before nodding. "I will call Agent Wilson and let her know you and Sean will be coming. Rumor has it, your husband was chosen to learn about a confidential mission with some other Top Gun Graduates. I presume you would like some time off to spend with your husband while he is there?" A knowing smile crossed his lips as Elaine turned bright red. "Once you wrap up the case, you will have your time off." Leon nodded, picking up the phone to call the San Diego field office as Elaine walked out of his office.

Elaine hummed softly as she looked at her phone while slowly walking down the stairs.

1507: I arrived safely, Babe. I wish you were here with me.

1507: Phoenix just texted me asking about you. I think she is sad her girlfriend isn't here. 😜😘🥰

1507: The Hard Deck is still here after all these years. The others who were called back are all meeting up tonight.

1512: My My Lt Seresin, are you trying to make me fly out there and see you?

Elaine smirked as she locked her phone and headed to where her team was while grabbing her go bag. "Director Vance approved us going. Agents McGee and David are able to be used from Agent Gibbs' team if you two need back up," she told the two agents staying as she made a couple of calls to get her and Sean on the next flight to San Diego. She looked at her phone as they arrived at the airport with all their documentation and badges and permits for the guns and concealed weapons on their persons.

A few hours later

Elaine and Sean had arrived easily enough in San Diego and went to the field office where they set up, debriefed the San Diego team, and coming up with a game plan. It was already dark by the time Elaine and Sean got to The Hard Deck which was a very popular bar in Miramar for locals and Top Gun Naval pilots. Elaine was nervous because she hadn't mentioned to her husband she would be flying out even if it was mainly for work. The red headed agent smiled softly at the woman behind the bar. "Hi, Ma'am. I am Special Agent Seresin, and this is Special Agent Hendrickson. We are from NCIS and wanted to ask you a few questions about Ensign Graces," she said flashing her badge and ID and pulling up a photo of Ensign Gracess taken the night he flew out of San Diego.

Penny raised an eyebrow at the female agent's last name. There was no way it was the same as one of the pilots playing pool. She shook herself out of her thoughts before trying to think back. "I do remember him. He only ordered sparkling water and was here maybe 30 minutes...at least he was only inside for 30 or so minutes. Then, he left. I can download the security footage and send it over to you, if that will help?"

Elaine's phone rang. She nodded to Sean to take over the interview as she stepped away from the bar taking the call. "Seresin," she answered.

"Elaine, its Wilson, any luck at the bar?" Alice Wilson asked exasperatedly.

Elaine chuckled hearing the frustration in her friend. "Yeah, the lady behind the bar - whom I think owns the place - remembered him. She is sending the footage. I say call it a night and meet back up in the morning to go over the footage."

"You always have the best ideas, El. You and Sean head back to the hotel. Meet tomorrow morning at say 7?" Alice asked smiling.

"We will be there," Elaine answered as she hung up and went back to the bar as Sean finished the interview with Penny. "Head back to the hotel," she said to her agent while handing him the car keys. She was ecstatic to surprise her husband.

Sean took the keys and pretended to gag. "I swear you two are disgustingly sweet. You guys give me cavities," he said softly walking away leaving his supervisor chuckling in the bar.

Elaine smiled as she turned to the woman behind the bar again and motioned for a single beer her hazel eyes trailing over the stunning body of her husband - who was dressed in his Khaki's. She slid a twenty to the woman and winked before silently walking over to where the pilots were playing pool. She sipped her beer slowly and bit her lip. Elaine hadn't seen her husband in months and everything in her body was telling her to jump his bones right then and there.

Payback and Fanboy smirked as they watched Hangman easily play pool. Payback frowned as he noticed a very attractive red headed woman staring at Hangman like a hungry wolf on the hunt. "Hey Hangman," he called out before motioning to the woman leaning against the bar. "Looks like you got an admirer."

Hangman frowned slightly as he stood for a moment before taking his shot. He hadn't told many besides Phoenix and Rooster that he was married and constantly had to turn women down when they tried to make a move on him. Jake sighed again and turned around going wide eyed seeing the one woman in his life he would love for all eternity. He shoved the pool stick he was holding into Bob's hands and rushed over to the woman scooping her up into a large hug and swinging her around happily. "Elaine! What are you even doing here?!" he exclaimed happily. Elaine smiled happily returning the tight hug her husband gave to her.

"I am currently working on a case with the San Diego field office," she murmured softly. "Myself and Hendrickson are here while the others are still in D.C. working any leads they get there." She leaned up and gave him a deep kiss slowly losing herself in his scent. Elaine pulled away gazing up at him getting lost in his green eyes. "I missed you so much," she whispered softly.

Jake gave a soft groan and murmured, "Oh? How long are you in town for then, my dear?" His hands slowly wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to his body. "Because I can think of a few things that we can go do right now if you'd like."

Elaine giggled softly as she set her beer down and stroked his cheeks lightly. "Oh, I can think of quite a few things too, but Natasha looks about ready to murder you for keeping her girlfriend away," she teased motioning behind them. Natasha and Bradley looked happy to see she was there while the other 9 pilots looked confused. She kissed Jake deeply before winking and walking over to Nat and Brad holding her beer. "When the fuck did you get back to the states?" she asked Bradley while hugging Natasha.

Jake shook his head pouting slightly as he came over to where his wife was. He smiled proudly slipping an arm around Elaine's waist. "Guys, this is my beautiful wife of almost 10 years, Elaine Seresin. Elaine, this is Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Harvard, Yale, Omaha, Fritz, Halo, Bob, and you already know Phoenix and Rooster."

Payback and Fanboy went wide eyed in shock. Hangman was married?! They as well as the other pilots greeted her and were curious as to why she seemed to be dressed more nicely and not show the right side of her pants. Everyone looked at Bob as he asked what Elaine did.

"Oh, I am a Supervisory Special Agent over a team in DC at the NCIS headquarters," she answered simply subtly flashing her badge and gun.

"You're a fed?" Coyote asked wide eyed. "Damn, Hangman. You sure know how to pick them," he smirked at his fellow pilot who simply smiled at Elaine.

Elaine blushed slightly as Jake kissed her temple before pulling her away with a wink. "It was nice meeting you all," she called out as her husband dragged her away to...catch up after not seeing each other for months.

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[themadhalewrites]

My Angel's Baby

Fandom: NCIS

Character/s Included: Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 385

Having been trained by your father you had tried to find your husband after he went missing but after every lead, you had dried up you decided to call your father for help.

“Hey, dad I have a case file I need you to look over” I said before adding, “I’ll be by in an hour to drop it off to you”

I never liked having to ask him for help because it made me feel less of an agent even though I knew I was probably more qualified than people wanting to get the job at the bureau.

I found it easy to get through the gate for the NCIS building since I hadn’t changed my last name with my marriage.

“Ah, Miss Gibbs. Your father said you were coming.” The guard of the building said stepping aside to let me in.

It was in the elevator that I remembered that I hadn’t told my father that I was pregnant simply because over the last month I had been focusing on my part-time job on top of that the search for my husband who also didn’t know of the baby.

Walking into dad’s office I went straight to his desk and placed the file down on it before taking a seat in the office chair behind it.

It took my dad only a few minutes to come and take the case file off his desk. He gave me a kiss on the cheek before calling his team about the case.

It took a few sleep-deprived days for my dad and the team to find what I was missing as well as cell phone tracking but they had found it.

I was hoping for good news but I knew it was bad as soon as my dad walked over and gave me a big hug while mumbling “I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

At those words, I broke down mumbling my own set of words “I can raise a child on my own, he didn’t even know he was going to be a dad”

My dad pulled away and frowned before pulling me back into a hug “You can move in with me, we can make the spare rooms into yours and the baby’s rooms. You are not alone you have me and the team behind you.”

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[roadtogracelandx45]

Someone tell me not to write a crossover between Top Gun Maverick and NCIS.

I started looking at naval bases to flush out Bianca and Maggie's backstories and saw the Naval Yard and it makes me want to write a crossover between the two.

#ash writes #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #top gun maverick crossover #ncis fan fiction #ncis imagines #its already forming in my head #i need help

[writings-of-a-demigod]

“Honestly?”

“Yes!”

“You want my honest opinion?”

“That’s what I ask for.”

“Fine! Honestly, I think that’s a stupid plan.”

Tears in Y/n ‘s eyes “Why would you say that?” her voice breaking as she sat down crying.

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it like that” Tony tried to comfort her by rubbing her back “You said you wanted my honest opinion.”

Wiping her eyes “You know what I meant when I said that. You’re not supposed to say the truth.”

He took a deep breath “Ok, Y/n your plan is brilliant and it’s going to work.” He looked like he was in pain saying that.

“You really think so?” Y/n sniffed a little.

“Yes, and it’s going to work because your plans always work and you think of them so thoroughly.” Yeah, he was in real pain saying that because none of was real.

After wiping the tears from your face, you looked at him and smiled.

“Thanks Tony you really proved to me that ‘girl’s tears’ works in literally everything.”

You smirked at his horrid face and get up from her chair as soon as Gibbs walked in asking ‘what’s new’.

“I got a brilliant plan boss DiNozzo thinks so too.” You stood next to Gibbs.

If looks could kill, then you will stabbed to death by the way Tony was looking at you at that moment before Gibbs turned to face him. He changed his expression to a smile.

“You know her plans boss always good.” He was so not convinced.

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[rubyarrows]

Unwavered

YN joined the NCIS team as a tech analyst, immediately catching Tony's attention with her intelligence and quick wit. Tony, always the charmer, struck up a friendship with her, and over time, their banter evolved into a deep camaraderie. With shared jokes and movie references, they found comfort in each other's company during the long hours at the office.

Late one night, after a particularly tough case, YN found herself confiding in Tony about her past. As she shared her struggles and fears, Tony listened attentively, offering his unwavering support. It was in that vulnerable moment that their bond solidified, and they both realized they had found someone who truly understood them.

When YN faced a difficult decision in her personal life, Tony was right there by her side, helping her weigh the options and offering his perspective. Despite their demanding jobs, they always made time for each other, whether it was grabbing coffee in the morning or sharing a meal after a tough day.

Their colleagues couldn't help but notice the special connection between Tony and YN. Gibbs, the team leader, even jokingly referred to them as the "dynamic duo." Abby, with her intuition, declared that they were like family, and that description seemed to fit perfectly.

When YN became a target during an investigation, Tony's protective instincts kicked into high gear. He worked tirelessly to ensure her safety, and their bond became a source of strength in the face of danger. YN's skills proved invaluable in solving the case, solidifying her place in the team.

Amidst the chaos of their work, Tony and YN found moments to share laughter and lightheartedness. Movie nights at Tony's apartment became a regular occurrence, complete with YN's sarcastic commentary and Tony's endless movie trivia. These moments of joy served as a reminder of the precious connection they had.

As the years went by, Tony and YN continued to support each other through thick and thin. They celebrated each other's successes and provided a shoulder to lean on during the tough times. Their bond remained unbreakable, a testament to the power of true friendship.

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[thecrimefiles]

“He’s not you...”

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: You accompany Parker to Berlin as a protective detail for Director Vance and things take an unexpected turn.

Main Character(s): Alden Parker, Leon Vance

Notes: This story is inspired by season 20, episode 5: Guardian and the second half is based off a dream I had a few weeks ago… also, it’s pretty late here so I’ll edit it in the morning but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy it!

You place a soft knock on the door before the sounds of harsh voices, coming from within, fade into a hushed silence. “Director?” The question goes unanswered as you notice a pair of indignant looking agents sitting by the door.

Confused, you slowly push your way through the door before repeating your question, “Director Vance?” As you close the door behind you, you’re met with the sight of Leon Vance and your boss, Alden Parker, having what appears to be a heated argument.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“Ah, agent-”

“Perfect timing,” Parker interrupts.

“I... what,” you ask. The director turns towards the senior agent with an exhausted glare before you notice the luggage sitting by his desk, “are you going somewhere, Director?”

As he opens his mouth to respond, Parker jumps in, “the director has decided to forgo the postponement of his trip to Berlin, despite my concerns regarding his safety...”

“I’m sorry, what?” You turn your attention towards the director. “You’re still going to the Interpol conference? With all due respect, sir, but given the current set of circumstances-”

“As I have said to Agent Parker,” comments the director in a voice laced with authority, “I appreciate the concern... but I am not going to let a threat stop me from doing my job. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Parker’s attention is focused on the floor as you turn towards him, waiting for him to acknowledge the director's orders. “You want to go to Berlin, fine...” he says with a sigh. “But I’m going with you. I’ll be your protection detail, not those two agents.” He explains, pointing towards the door.

“You,” asks Director Vance as you detect a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I’m qualified. We both are.”

“We,” you ask.

“Yeah, you’re comin’ too... so,” he says, turning towards the director. “What do you say?”

“Plane leaves in an hour. Your bags aren't even packed.”

“I always keep a go-bag in my car,” he says with a smirk. “I’ll go get it... I always wanted to see Berlin.”

You watch him head towards the door before turning your attention towards the director, “it’ll be an honour to protect you, sir.”

“You’re a damn fine agent, I trust you.” He reassures you with a smile before you follow Parker out the door.

-

“That was a long night...” you sigh, locking the door behind you. You and Parker had agreed on sharing the adjoining room next to Vance’s - as it would be safer - so it was no surprise to find him perched on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” he comments, not taking his eyes off the file in his hands.

“What are you talking about?”

Taking a seat on the opposite end of the bed and thinking back on the events of the night, you gently massage the back of your neck before a soft moan falls from your lips, the stiffness melting from your body.

Parker had been so focused on keeping an eye on the director, despite his objections, that he hadn’t noticed the handsome man who had walked over to you and started up a conversation. The unmistakable sound of your laughter echoing throughout the lobby had caught his attention and when he’d turned towards you, he saw your hand resting on his arm... he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of resentfulness towards the man.

“Wait,” you say after a moment of realisation. “Oh, Parker...” His name, barely a whisper, falls from your lips as your gaze softens upon noticing the sadness etched across his face. “He just wanted to know where the conference room was, he wasn’t flirting with me...” you explain, slowly making your way towards his side of the bed.

All of a sudden, you feel a warmth spread throughout your body at the thought of what you were about to do to your boss, of all people, as a subtle shade of vibrant crimson colours your cheeks. Taking the file from his hands, you slowly crawl onto his lap, straddling him, before placing a finger underneath his chin. “I’m not interested in him...” you say, guiding his gaze up towards you.

There was an evident intensity swirling in his golden virescent eyes as they linger on yours, a soft smile gracing your lips. “Alden...” you whisper, softly allowing your fingers to glide over his ageing, yet handsome features.

“He’s not you,” you confess quietly, prompting a charming smile from the older gentleman. Running your hands through his silver hair, you let them rest on the back of his neck before placing a soft, tentative kiss on his lips.

Immediately, he reciprocates the gesture, deepening the kiss. His hands glide up along your thighs before resting on your waist, as he pulls you closer, eliciting a chorus of melodious moans from both of you. At that moment, a knock on the door catches your attention as you both pull away, breathless, his gaze lingering on the soft, swollen flesh of your lips.

“I think that’s Director Vance,” you mention before turning your attention towards the door.

To be continued…

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[lizzyk137]

Genuis Vs Genuis: A Spencer Reid Story (Spencer X Reader)

Summary: Spencer and you have known each other academically since they were kids and never got off on the right foot. When you transfer over to the F.BI. behavioral unit from N.C.I.S., Spencer starts to not play nice. Warning: Angst, swearing, mentions of death/murder.

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The day started off great. It was actually relaxing for Spencer. His files had been finished and no new cases had presented themselves in the last couple of days. So there he sat, coffee in hand as he watched the team fool around as he threw in a chuckle here and there. He was content.

It was all good till he heard the shrill of your voice calling his name out.

He turned away from the group to see you bounding over to him, enfulfing him into a hug before his brain could even register the what, why and how's of the situation.

The team snickered at the interaction, the newcomer's face bright and happy with the biggest grin while Spencer's was a face of horror.

He had no idea how you found him or why you were here but he wanted you gone.

"Spence! It's been so long! How have you been?" You asked, ignoring the physical cringe Spencer had given to you using his nickname.

He collected his thoughts and replied with a short but curt answer of fine, then went back to drinking his coffee like it was the only way it could get rid of you.

The smile you had on your face couldn't hide the hurt that you felt. You thought after years of not seeing each other and maturing into adults that Spencer would at least come around to being nice to you or at least be polite. But Spencer was still the Spencer you knew. Childish. Though you'd never say it outloud it was clearly present for all to see once they got to see the dynamic between you two.

You were academic rivals growing up. You never met each other until high school but growing up you saw your names in the paper or during award ceremonies. You were always fighting for the top spot even if it wasn't the intention. Both of you were the same, no matter how much Spencer fought it. Both having the same IQ (187, to which Spencer would claim that you can't accurately quantify intelligence), and you both had an eidetic memory along with being able to read 20,000 words per minutes. You were practically the female version of him.

He hated you though. During elementary school and middle school, he enjoyed the competition. It pushed him to be better, but when high school came, it just got annoying. He didn't fit in to begin with and with teachers and students comparing the both of you together, it was a blow to what little ego he had.

You both finally came face to face during an awards ceremony during your highschool years. He remembered it clearly. You coming up to him before the ceremony, introduced yourself and then acted like you both were best friends and stuck to him like glue throughout the whole thing. Both of your families cooing at the sight of the both of you, a giant grin on your face while he scowled.

Spencer and you had ended up going to the same college- Caltech. He never told you where he was going but somehow on the first day of school, you came running up to him so happy to see him. All throughout his college years he couldn't shake you. Always making the same friends, always inviting him places, showing up at the same places he was. It annoyed him to no ends. You even forced him to attend a house party where you both partook in too much alcohol causing a lapse of time where you both have no idea what happened. You could later recall waking up next to Spencer in bed, both of you had no clothes on while you struggled to wake him up and get changed as the cops busted up the place. To which Spencer still denies since he can't remember a thing.

Three years before joining the BAU, you disappeared out of his life, which he was beyond grateful for. At first it made him nervous cause you just disappeared without a word to him, but then he eventually put his thoughts elsewhere and the thought of you never arose in his mind until now.

"Everyone, this is Dr. Y/N Y/LN. She's from NCIS. She works as a forensic specialist there along with a field agent." Hotch spoke to the group before him as he watched them eye you. "She's been assigned to our team to get more of an understanding with profiling for their team back at NCIS. She'll be working on cases with us for the next couple of months."

You smiled and gave a little wave to the team, a few waving back and all of them but Spencer smiling up at you. Hotch gave a small squeeze on your shoulder then climbed the stairs to his office.

An older gentleman came up to you first, introducing himself as Rossi, then the rest of the team introduced themselves. Your profiling wasn't the greatest but you could tell they were curious to know what was going on between Spencer and yourself. Your lips were sealed for the time being though, you could tell Spencer still didn't care for you and for the sake of your learning and the work environment you decided it best not to bring up anything.

You knew Spencer didn't care for you. As much as you were alike academically, you were the opposite socially. Your parents brought you up letting you enjoy being a kid, having you socialize with kids your age even if you weren't in the same grade at school. They wanted normalcy in your life since school was the exact opposite. Growing up, you had always wanted to meet Spencer. You saw his pictures and had developed a little crush on him which only grew as you got older. You thought he would appreciate a friend who could understand him, so you put yourself out there, always trying to be friendly and be there for him. Have him experience things that people your age where doing or things that college kids would attend or do. Nothing pleased him though. You made friends only to find out that they were friends with him which only made him dislike you more. You tried to pull away from him because you could tell he wasn't fond of you, but the universe kept pushing you together.

The only thing that got you two apart was the Navy. You enlisted and past all their requirements and you were given the opportunity to help build communities back up in the Middle East with new housing and building's and eventually helping with creating medication for underdeveloped communities that were affordable along with equipment and weapons that could help serve the Navy. You were doing good, but your heart still yearned for Spencer, no matter who you tried to get to replace him. You came to love Spencer throughout your college years, while he came to resent you even more. You wanted to tell him you were leaving but he never came the night before your enlistment date. Leaving you stranded in the park at night with a broken heart.

You had started at NCIS five years ago, you were a forensic specialist working side by side with Abby. You were both Ying and Yang to each other, best friends but the polar opposite appearance wise which you loved. While she wore black, you wore white or pastels. She called you her angel which everyone adopted into becoming your nickname.

When Vance came to you with a chance to learn more about profiling from the BAU, you took it. You were good as a field agent and even better with a weapon. It hurt to leave your family, but Gibbs assured you that the team you were working with was great. Fornell vouched for them too, and you were excited to meet the team. As you entered the glass doors, you were surprised to see Spencer there sipping his coffee, his smile setting butterflies off in your stomach.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, you can call me Angel though! It's really nice to meet everyone."

"Angel?" Emily questioned, as she took a seat.

"Um, yeah, my team calls me it back home because I wear a lot of white." You gestured to your all while jumpsuit and blazer.

"And you're a forensic specialist and a field agent and you wear white?" Morgan asked as he eyed you, with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah, it's my colour. Plus, I know enough not to get too dirty." You laughed. You rummaged through your bag, pulling out a picture of the team back home and showed it to the new team standing before you. "This is my family back home. The girl in all black is the other forensic specialist I work with."

Rossi chuckled. "I think she would get along with our Penelope. She's got quite the wardrobe."

"I met with her the other day, she's sweet."

The rest of the morning was spent with getting to know everyone, Spencer alone at his desk annoyance written all over him as he watched his team, his family, surround your desk laughing and having a good time.

Weeks have gone by and the atmosphere surrounding Spencer and you was staring to become sour more each day. You tried your hardest to work well with everyone and bring as much as you could to each case in order to solve it, but Spencer hated that. It felt like with each case, you were getting better at figuring out the clues that he could. Each case seemed to get easier for you as you made your way through the evidence and what you were profiling. Your knowledge in forensics came in useful, he had to admit, but the team started relying on you more than they did him.

Hotch at first had paired the two of you up after the team found out that you and Spencer had a few things in common in the genius department after you went all out on your first case together. Now Hotch was pairing you with Emily or Morgan, even Hotch himself, once they saw you use a firearm and take down two grown man bare handed. It took him years to be comfortable with his firearm and here you were leaving him in the dust. You never boasted your intelligence or not fit in unlike Spencer. It wasn't so much you as a person he didn't like but how much of a blow it was to him to not be able to compete with you.

Spencer watched you as you looked at the deceased couple on the table before you. Hotch had sent the both of you together, hoping Spencer would finally come to his senses and maybe even try to like you. The sexual tension between you the two of you was clear as day to everyone but the both of you. Spencer kept his feelings in check by acting like he disliked you while you were always nice to him but tended to pour yourself into work whenever he was nearby. As intelligent as the both of you were, you weren't geniuses in the feelings department.

"I think we should let Hotch know, what we found out." Your voice bringing Spencer out of his thoughts. He nodded his head as you dialed Hotch's number.

"How do you know so much about autopsies?" Spencer questioned once you were off the phone.

You shrugged as you hopped into the car. "I watched Ducky and Palmer do enough of them throughout the years, so I know a thing or two about them. Plus, I took a few courses on it too while I was with the Navy."

Spencer didn't say anything, just nodded his head as he buckled in.

A few days into the case with no leads, everyone was going a bit stir crazy as the team got no sleep. You came in that morning with muffins and donuts along with a few jugs of freshly brewed coffee unlike the imposter that called itself coffee in the precinct.

"Oh, how I love you, my sweet angel!" Emily said as you set down the jug of coffee in front of her. You chuckled at her remarks and blew her a kiss before you turned around to see Spencer looking at you in disgust. You quickly looked away and turned to Rossi on the other side of the conference room.

"Coffee and a donut?"

"Yes, please!" He said with a smile.

You looked down at the pictures of the deceased that was in his hand. "Are those the crime scene photos of the last couple? I saw the bodies after their autopsy but haven't seen much of the crime scene. Can I take a look?"

He nodded and handed the stack to you. You studied each one carefully before you got to the last photo, your eyes growing wise and you stood up, running over to Hotch, the team looking at you questioningly.

"Was this crime scene gone over with forensics yet?" You asked hurriedly, bouncing on your toes with excitement.

"Partily but it was mostly blood, so they didn't get anything."

You shoved the photo at him and pointed to the small smudge on the wall. "Did they see this?"

"What is it supposed to be?" Hotch asked, squinting at the photo trying to see what you were seeing.

"It looks like a possible print. We need to go back there and collect it."

You heard a sigh behind you then Spencer's hand reached out from behind you and grabbed the picture. "It looks like nothing but a speck on a blown-up picture. The forensics team covered the entire scene, they would have noticed it if it was anything." He looked at you with pure anger in his eyes that it made you lean away, hands shaking. "I don't know what they do at N.C.I.S, but our forensic team does things correctly."

You felt your body stiffen and your eyes slightly water. All you were able to do was given a curt nod and nudge your way around him, as you made your way to the front bullpen. You didn't need anything, but you had to get away from the environment. Spencer was starting to get to you, no matter how much training you had to stay composed, he was just able to break down your walls and make you feel so small. And with this frustrating case and over a month worth of him belittling you, you were finally breaking.

Running a hand through your hair, you sat at a computer to check the forensic findings, no fingerprints were found but you couldn't be too careful. You headed out of the precinct and took one of the SUVs to the crime scene. You arrived at the crime scene quickly and walked inside to find what you were looking for. And there it was, right where it was on the picture. A perfect fingerprint.

"I can't believe they missed that." Jenn said, as the team was finishing up the last of their paperwork on the case back at their home office a few days after the team took down another killer.

"She was just lucky." You heard Spencer mutter from behind you.

You took a deep breath in and started to stack your paperwork. The room cleared out besides Spencer and yourself. Hotch came down and stopped by your desk. "The paperwork is being processed and they'll get you transportation back to Quantico. You'll have to do exit paperwork tomorrow but take the rest of the day and the day after for yourself."

You smiled up at him, not before noticing Spencer was looking over at the two of you. "Thank you for everything, I've learned so much."

"No, thank you for all your help with the past cases. I look forward to working with you again." He held out his hand to you and you shook it before standing up and giving him a large hug, Spencer's eyes growing big at the affection you gave to Hotch. "Oh, and remember, dinner tomorrow night at Rossi's."

"Wouldn't miss it." With that said, Hotch smiled and walked away.

You started packing up the rest of your desk items then grabbed your jacket to head out, ignoring Spencer's watching you with curiosity. You nearly made it to the elevator before you heard your name being called out. You turned around to find Spencer standing only a few feet behind you.

"Can I help you?" You knew how it sounded, snappy and short, but you didn't care, you were finally done with Dr. Spencer Reid.

"Um..." He started to take a step forward but thought better of it. "You're leaving? You still have a few more months left here, though. Why are you leaving early?"

The elevator dinged behind you as it opened, and you took a step back into it. You couldn't help the short laugh that escaped your lips as you shook your head. At this point, you didn't care what answer came out because you would never be seeing Spencer again. Your breath shook as you breathed in as the doors started to close, Spencer worriedly looking at you. "Because of you, Dr. Reid."

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

Breaking Free

[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader

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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.

“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”

The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.

Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”

“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.

Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.

The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”

“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”

Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”

He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.

You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.

Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.

“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”

A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”

Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”

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[themadhalewrites]

Bring Him Home

Fandom: NCIS

Character/s Included: Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1004

-Your POV-

I had been relaxing on the couch alone because for the last few days I had been alone, My husband was away for work. I was reading a book aloud to the soft kicks in my tummy when my phone rang.

I saw DiNozzo’s name so I said “Look it’s uncle D” to my tummy before answering.

Before I could say anything to him DiNozzo spoke rapidly “Don’t panic, Biggs has been taken”

“I’m coming”

“No Y/N stay at home, Vance and the team will handle it”

“Anthony, I’m coming in to help and I would rather worry in the NCIS building then at home alone”

“Fine, will you at least let me pick you up?”

I grabbed my purse and car keys “DiNozzo I’m 6 months pregnant not crippled. I’ll see you in 30”

On the drive to the NCIS building I tried to push my worries about my husband down knowing it could harm the baby.

When I arrived at the gate DiNozzo was there waiting and made the guard open the gate for me.

“Tony I could have gotten in on my own” I said getting out of my car.

“You could have fallen or gone into labour” He said as we walked to the elevator.

“I’m careful, you know that and I have a few more months till the baby is due”

When the elevator came to a stop on the right floor I walked out and to Gibbs’ desk to sit.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Gibbs was meant to be meeting an informant at a bar. We don’t know if he went because he hasn’t checked in” McGee said.

“Have you checked the place he was staying and the bar where he was to meet this informant?” I asked.

“No” Bishop said.

“Well McGee and Bishop go check while DiNozzo and Vance explain the case”

-Gibbs’ POV-

I looked around the room I was being held in, it looked like it had been abandoned for years and only a few things were dusted off.

The suspect had tried to get information out of me but they failing in coming off as threatening.

When the suspect left unpleased with my responses to them I thought about everything i could be doing at home with Y/N. We still had to paint the room and set everything up for the baby’s arrival.

-Your POV-

When I heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open I asked “Find anything?”

I giggled slightly when i heard Bishop mumble “She’s so much like Gibbs”

McGee whispered back “They’ve been together a long time” before speaking aloud while Bishop and himself walked over ‘The place was undisturbed and the bartender said Gibbs didn’t go in”

“Surveillance cameras?” I asked.

“There weren’t any in the area of the place he was staying in or the bar” Bishop said.

I rubbed the top of my stomach feeling soft kicks “How about on the way to the bar?”

“Nope, we did contact the local police of the area though and they said there was a body of a man found in an alley near the bar, the was shot” Bishop said.

“Vance I’m going to need a map and an overlay of the area” I said watching him scurry away “DiNozzo help me up we are going to the conference room”

As we walked up to the conference room McGee and Bishop talked to each other.

“What’s she going to do with a map and overlay?” Bishop asked.

“Geo profile. She’s going to estimate how far the suspect went with Gibbs”

Vance had the Map and overlay set up with markers and a compass. I walked over to the map adjusting things to where i liked them.

“Now the place he was staying is here” I said placing a dot on where he was staying “And the bar is here” I put another dot down before drawing lines in different colours “And they are the routes he could have gone”

“We could have done that part” DiNozzo said pushing a chair to me “Sit, explain what to do”

“Tony I can do this and I’m the best which is why Leroy gets me to do this when one of you guys is taken” I said leaning over the table grabbing the compass drawing two circles one that’s a 5 mile radius and another at 10. I continued leaning against the my tummy against the edge which got me a very hard kick.

“DiNozzo grab a chair for me. Vance, Bishop and McGee start by searching in the 5 mile radius going from the center out since the suspect is very dumb”

“DiNozzo take her to my office, she makes the rules till I’m back” vance said as we walked out the conference room after I recovered.

-An Hour Later-

DiNozzo was sent out to retrieve me some food since my husband still hadn’t arrived back. I asked him to grab me some chinese food because I had been at the office most of the afternoon so I missed lunch by driving to the office to help but i did snack of things around the office building.

The office phone rang and when I picked the phone up the assistant said “Ma’am special agent Gibbs is here, would you like me to send him in?”

“Yes please” I replied hanging up.

I smiled as the door opened “Director Gibbs, nice you never work here officially and now your the director of NCIS” Gibbs said closing the door.

“Vance is scared of me”

“Is that why he went with Bishop and McGee?”

I smiled again “No I told him to”

I walked over to him examining for any injuries “I’m not hurt he was very..”

“Dumb and weak, I know I go the case run down” Gibbs smiled and hugged me “I’m happy you have clearance here” he said before pressing a soft kiss to my lips and rubbing my belly receiving little kicks “And hello little one,

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favoritism

pairing: tony dinozzo x reader

summary: mcgee notices that tony is nicer to you than he is to anyone else on the team, so he calls him out on it. then, tony has to swoop in to protect you from your aggressive boyfriend.

word count: 2.2k

You, Tony, and McGee had just made it back to the office after visiting a crime scene. McGee was mad at Tony because he let you sit in the front seat.

“McGee don’t look so sad. You’ll get frown lines.” Tony said, looking over at McGee pouting. He just glared at Tony. “McGee, I would’ve given you the seat if I knew you cared this much.” You told him, honestly.

“Thank you, but I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at Tony.” He said, giving you a smile and then glaring at Tony.

You giggled to yourself at their childish nature. Tony and McGee were always feuding over something. “You are the probie. Y/N has seniority, therefore, she gets shotgun.” Tony explained.

McGee just rolled his eyes. You walked over to McGee’s desk and hugged him from behind. He rested his hand on your arm. “I’m sorry, Tim,” you said, kissing the top of his head.

“Tony, you are so full of it. It’s not a seniority issue. It’s because you think she’s pretty, which you are, of course.” McGee explained his point. Tony was shocked. Of course, Tony was absolutely attracted to you, but for McGee to reveal that.

“Do you give me special treatment because you think I’m pretty, Dinozzo?” You asked him, cocking your head to the side. Ducky, who was walking by at the time, replied “of course he does.”

“I think you’re jealous, McGee” Tony suggested, desperate to change the subject. You leaned your head to rest on McGee’s shoulder. “Don’t listen to him, Timmy.” You whispered before heading down to Abby’s lab to discuss something with her.

When you came back up, Tony was eating a sandwich at his desk. “Oh that smells really good. Is that from Bert’s deli down the street?” You asked, sitting down at your desk. Tony nodded his head and gestured for you to come over.

“Take a bite,” he encouraged, as he handed you the sandwich. He stared intently as you took a bite, watching your reaction. “Mmm, that’s good. Thank you,” you said, kissing him on his cheek.

Tony had a cheeky grin on his face. You turned around and saw McGee was frowning again. “What’s wrong, McProbie,” Tony teased.

“I missed lunch and asked if I could have some of your sandwich. You told me no.” McGee said, with his jaw clenched. Tony slid his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Not to damper your confidence, McGee, but you’re not as pretty as Y/N is,” Tony said, smiling up at you.

Gibbs walks in the room, causing you to run back to your desk. Gibbs didn’t even say a word. He just pointed at McGee. “The system is still running. We haven’t got any hits yet.” McGee said, bracing for the wrath of Gibbs.

You noticed the disappointed expression on Gibbs’s face. “I got it, boss,” Tony said, throwing a balled-up piece of paper at McGee.

Gibbs turned to you next. “I’m still trying to get the files from the police department. They are being slow to respond though.” you explained. Gibbs nodded, and no piece of paper came flying at you.

McGee looked around, not believing what he was seeing. “Nothing for her? Really?” McGee asked, looking over at Tony.

“She’s his favorite. That’s how it goes,” Gibbs said, shrugging.

You stopped him. “Wait, what do you mean favorite?” You asked, curiously. Gibbs assumed this was common knowledge.

“Everyone’s got a favorite. Mine is Abby. Abby’s is McGee. You are Tony’s,” Gibbs explained. You considered what he was saying, and it made sense.

“I’m honored, Tony.” You said, smiling at him. He held up his hand in a salute. “No problem,” He said, giving you a cheeky wink.

“I want more answers when I get back.” Gibbs said, storming out of the room.

You stared at your silent phone, praying for the police department to call you back. You continued sending them emails and waiting for the phone to ring.

“Tony, I’m bored,” you whined, looking over at him. He could have melted from the sweet expression on your face. “C’mere,” he waved you over his desk.

You quickly walked over to his desk and sat on the side of it. “Entertain me,” you begged him. He rolled his chair closer to you. After placing his hand on your knee, he leaned in close to you. “I could find us an empty conference room. I could keep you entertained for at least an hour.” He jokingly flirted.

You giggled to yourself, moving his hand back down to your knee from where it had been inching up your leg. “I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that very much.” You admitted.

Tony frowned. He hated whenever you brought up your boyfriend. From what Tony heard from you, he wasn’t the best guy. Also, the few times they had spoken, your boyfriend was an asshole to Tony. Tony hated that you stayed with him.

“I don’t know what you mean. Your boyfriend is right here, and he doesn’t mind at all.” He said, gesturing towards himself. Joke flirting was one of the main ways you and Tony communicated, but some times it felt less and less like a joke.

“You’ll have to settle for work-boyfriend. Only if you play your cards right though,” you teased him.

You grabbed his hands in yours, pulling him to stand up. You spread your legs, so he could stand right in front of you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him. He slid his arms around your back, holding you tightly.

“I hate Baltimore PD. They’re dodging all my calls.” You complained into Tony’s chest. He used one hand to stroke your hair. “I could make some calls for you and see if I could pull some strings.” He offered, making you smile.

You squeezed him tighter. “Thank you thank you thank you,” you said, enthusiastically.

“Of course, I mean you’re the prettiest one here. You could probably ask me to do all work, and I would just say yes.” Tony said, shooting glares over at McGee for his earlier statement.

“Why the hell are you hitting on my girlfriend?” You heard someone yell behind you. You turned quickly and saw Kevin, your boyfriend. Tony instantly felt the mood change. He saw how aggressive Kevin looked.

You stepped in front of Kevin, keeping him from getting any closer to Tony. “Honey, Tony was just kidding,” you told him, trying to keep Tony uninvolved.

“Come on, McGoober,” Tony said, walking away with McGee to give you both some privacy. Kevin wasn’t done yet. “I’m keeping my eye on you,” he called after Tony.

Tony looked over his shoulder to make sure you were safe. You gave him a small nod. Tony and McGee sat down in the break room. “Why don’t you tell her how you feel?” McGee asked Tony.

Tony glared over at McGee. “And how do I feel about her?” He asked, playing dumb. Tony wasn’t exactly loving McGee trying to play relationship counselor.

“C’mon, you like her, Tony. You’re always smiling when she’s around. You get all excited when you see her. There’s nothing wrong with that.” McGee told him. Tony knew he was right. He knew he had feelings for you, but he shouldn’t.

“Yeah, except for that one thing. What was it? Oh yeah, that she has a boyfriend!” Tony said. His tone was dripping with sarcasm. McGee felt for his friend. “She has a shitty boyfriend that’s an asshole to her and her friends. You really think she’d pick that over her friend who cares about her more than anything?” McGee tried to reason with Tony.

Tony sighed to himself. He hated how complicated love was. He had found the perfect girl, but she was with someone else.

Someone else walked into the break room. As the door was briefly open, Tony heard you yelling at Kevin.

He jumped up from his seat, heading slowly back towards you and Kevin. He wanted to give you space to handle it, but also wanted to be close if Kevin crossed a line.

“Kevin, I said leave.” You snapped. Kevin grabbed your wrist forcefully.

Tony ran over immediately. He yanked Kevin’s hand off of you and stood in between the two of you.

“Hey, buddy. Pretty sure she asked you to leave,” Tony snapped. His fists were clenched at his side, and he was fuming. “Why don’t you just stay out of this? I’m trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend, not her coworker who’s hot for her.” Kevin countered, trying to push Tony to the side.

Tony flipped him around and slammed him against the wall. “Unless you want to get charged with assaulting two federal agents, you’re going to leave now and leave her alone.” Tony growled in his ear, shoving him towards the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Tony raced over to you. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He asked, examining your wrist for any bruises.

“I’m okay, Tony,” you said, a few tears slipping out of your eyes. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a tight hug.

“I don’t want to cry on your shirt.” You said, trying to pull away from him. He tightened his grip. “I don’t mind, I promise.” He said, softly.

“Oh, why do you stay with him?” Tony muttered, thinking out loud. He continued to rub your back, trying to comfort you. “Who else am I supposed to date? You?” You asked him, and you felt him freeze. You didn’t even realize you said it until the words were out of your mouth.

“Let’s go get some fresh air.” Tony said, pulling you out to the balcony and sitting next to you on a bench.

You leaned your head over on his shoulder. “I’m sorry that Kevin tried to drag you into our fight. He told me that he slept with another woman this weekend. When I got mad and started yelling at him, he tried to justify it by saying that you and I must have hooked up at least a few times.” You explained the situation to him.

“Inside, you scoffed at the idea of dating me. Am I really that terrible?” He asked you, referring to your previous conversation. You quickly shook your head. “No, I just meant you wouldn’t reciprocate the way I feel about you. I didn’t think you would be a bad boyfriend at all.” You told him.

Tony tilted his head to the side, replaying what you said in his head. “And how do you feel about me?” Tony asked you, curiously. After years of waiting, he was almost there.

“That doesn’t matter. I knew you’d never feel the same way,” you deflected, worrying about Tony looking at you differently.

“I have been flirting with you for years trying to get you to see that I feel exactly the same way.” He whispered, leaning over towards your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine. Did Tony really feel the same way?

“I thought you just had a flirty personality. I didn’t think anything of it.” You confessed. You knew it sounded stupid now. Tony chuckled to himself. “Nope, just with you,” he replied, nudging you with his leg.

You looked up at him. You could almost see a twinkle in his eye. “I know I shouldn’t, but I really wanna kiss you right now.” He said, almost like he was under your trance.

“Why shouldn’t you?” You asked him, scooting closer to him. “Well your very angry boyfriend probably wouldn’t appreciate it the most.” He said, glancing down at your lips.

You shook your head. “Ex-boyfriend. I was kicking him out cause I dumped him,” you corrected him.

As soon as Tony heard the words come out of your mouth, his lips were on yours. He didn’t want to waste a second.

His hands traced down your sides, landing on your hips. His thumbs drew little circles against your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair causing him to smile into the kiss.

He tightened his grip on your waist, picking you up so you were sitting in his lap facing him. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered, in response to your shocked expression.

You wrapped your legs behind his back, and he moved his grip to the back of your legs. You held on tightly to him as he stood up, carrying you.

His lips didn’t leave yours for a second. He was in love with the taste of your strawberry lipgloss. He was sure it was all over his face, but he didn’t care.

He walked over to the wall, pushing you up against it. “You look so beautiful.” He mumbled against your lips. You smirked, seeing the effect that you had on him.

You both heard the door to the balcony slam open. “Taking the favoritism too far, Dinozzo. Back to work, both of you.” Gibbs snapped at you both.

You both rushed back to your desks. McGee noticed the shiny lipgloss covering Tony’s lips and the slight pink on his cheeks. McGee knew he was right about both of you.

Tony grinned at you over the top of his computer. He knew you’d both be finishing that later.

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