Tumgik
hopscotchandlemon · 4 months
Text
Left Waiting
NCIS
Dad!Gibbs x Female Child OC
You gave him so many chances, yet he screwed every last one of them.
Yet again you were left on your own at the mall food court, waiting for your dad to come spend some time with you. He was already an hour late and not answering his cell.
As a teenager it was hard for you to accept that you just didn’t mean much to him. You’d tried so hard to cultivate a dad/daughter relationship. Drinking the last dregs of your soda, you try his cell one last time. Straight to voicemail this time. You’re feeling angry. Now you need to get back home. If you called your mom, she’d want to talk about it and you were done with discussing it. Something inside of you had broken and all you wanted to do was go home and watch videos on your phone. You still needed to get home though so you called your Mom’s boyfriend, Gibbs. He was just leaving work and would be there in 15 minutes. He told you to stay in the food hall and he’ll  find you, not wanting you waiting outside in the dark in this weather, you agreed.
You were in a world of your own when Gibbs slipped into the seat opposite you.
“He didn’t show?” he asked.
Shaking your head, you get up. Gibbs asks no more questions as he also gets up, leading the way to the car park. You are allowed to remain silent on the drive home and when you run in to the house, you hear him intercept your Mom, telling her to give you a bit of time. She tries to see if you’re up to talking before she goes to bed but you’ve buried yourself under the duvet, pretending to be asleep. Once you’re sure she’s gone to sleep, you slip down the stairs and join Gibbs in the basement. He looks up from where he’s working and hands you some sanding paper, you offer a small smile as you get to work. The realisation hits you that your dad has made his choice, and you couldn’t do anything to change his mind, yet here was a man who would drop everything with a moment’s notice for you, make sure you’re safe and who, despite not being married to your Mom, always treated you like his own.
Gibbs spies you from the corner of his eye, smiling to yourself as you methodically sand the joist. He takes a small moment to smile too, before getting back to the complexities of boat building.
76 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 1 year
Link
Chapters: 16/? Fandom: NCIS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jethro Gibbs/Jacqueline "Jack" Sloane, Jethro Gibbs & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Jethro Gibbs, Jacqueline "Jack" Sloane, Ducky Mallard Additional Tags: bereavment, Grief, Slibbs, Mental Health Issues, Underage Drinking Summary:
Gibbs and Sloane's trip to Stillwater is interupted by a request for help.
8 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 1 year
Text
Domesticity
NCIS
Gibs x GN Reader
Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Jethro tried not to let his impatience get the better of him. You’d been at work since 6.30 this morning and here he was at 7.15pm, ready and waiting to take you home from the shift that ended fifteen minutes ago. He was used to you being late out – unavoidable in your line of work. But his day had also been long and trying and all he wanted to do was collapse on the couch with you, the fire warming his cold bones.
The best part about tonight was the fact that neither of you needed to be anywhere in the morning. He knew he’d still be awake early, but he was relishing watching you sleep, waking you gently with a hot coffee and some pastries from the bakery a couple of blocks away that you really loved.
While you both had chores you needed to get done, there were no other plans so you could just enjoy each other’s company. You liked to cook a wholesome evening meal when you were off, making enough serve as lunches throughout the week. He always looked forward to the mouth-watering aromas when returned from working in the basement, trying to guess what you’d made and how delicious it was going to be.
And then, when he’d washed and tidied up, he could join you on the couch and watch a film you’d picked for the evening. Once that had finished, he would lead you upstairs. If you looked sleepy, he’d pull you close and watch as you gently fell asleep. If you had that sparkle in your eyes, he knew his evening wasn’t quite over yet.
He felt the relief as he spied you finally leave work, smiling as you spotted his car in the lot. He started the engine, looking forward to being with you again.
121 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
As much as I'd love to do them all like last year, I'm not going to have the time.
I do intend to do a few though so keep your eyes peeled and if you've got any you would like specifically, then let me know. Got to be NCIS series 1 to 18 (I'm still not caught up 😂)
Fictober 2022
Tumblr media
The prompts for 2022
Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober22 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!
"I chose you."
"Nobody warned you about me?"
"That was not my intention."
"How would that even work?"
"No, anything but that."
"Adaptable, I like that."
"Check that again, are you sure?"
"Do you remember?"
"Sounds like a you problem."
"It's my name on the line."
"Think! For once!"
"You're making my head hurt."
"I don't want you to do that."
"Yes. No. I don't know."
"What are you doing?"
"You're looking, but you don't see."
"Are you serious?"
"I don't think this is your problem."
"Do we have a deal?"
"There's only us."
"I never said that."
"Who said this is a good idea?"
"Not on my watch!"
"Is this safe?"
"You know I'd do anything."
"I'm doing it, shut up."
"That's not why we're doing this."
"We all have our reasons."
"You love this, don't you?"
"I know what this looks like."
"I'm not alone and neither are you."
This event is open to fanfiction and original fiction. Start the first of October. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober22. Please state at the top if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries.
Go forth and write!
2K notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together - 14
Working in the basement had allowed him the chance to think about something else other than dead friends and wayward teenagers, but he was no longer able to keep himself awake enough to work with the sharpened implements and not cause himself an injury. Climbing the stairs, he switched off the light and gently closed the door behind him. The house was quiet, he expected to find the lounge empty, but he discovered Laura and Jack asleep on the couch. Jack had her arms around the girl, holding on with a strong, caring embrace. It was just another of Jack’s characteristics that Gibbs admired, and it raised a smile from the exhausted Marine as he stood and enjoyed the scene in front of him. He pondered what he should do. Waking them up seemed cruel, but so was leaving them in what would surely lead to them waking up a few hours later with jarred muscles from the unnatural positions. As he debated who he should wake up first, Jack started to rouse- thus making the decision for him. Tentatively, she opened her eyes, a smile appearing on her lips as she spied Jethro in front of her. With some gentle manoeuvring, she manged to free herself from Laura’s grip and stand herself up, leaving the youngster fast asleep on the couch once more.
“Should we leave her?” Gibbs asked as he put his arm around the still sleepy Jack.
“No, it will be much nicer for her to wake up in her bed, especially as she will probably have a hangover. Can you take her up?”
He nodded and leant over, gently picking up the sleeping girl. Once upstairs, he put her on the bed and let Jack get her sorted. He was already in bed by the time Jack came through. She got herself in to bed and Gibbs wrapped his arm around her. He loved how she’d been so present and there for both of them over the last few months. While there was still so much to sort out, he knew it was all possible with Jack by his side.
“Thanks, Jack,” he whispered into her ear.
“Hmmm?”
“S’ok. We’ll talk tomorrow.
.
After a fitful sleep, Gibbs woke up at his usually time. He carefully extracted himself from the bed, almost regretting his decision not to stay in bed with the woman next to him. Once showered and dressed, he got some coffee on the go, He had taken the day off work so he could sort through some of the logistic of having a teenager live with him full time. Jack had already mentioned internet and mobile phone contracts to him so they were on the top of his list. He also had routine household chores to be getting on with like washing and ironing and it was this he busied himself with once he’d consumed that all-important first coffee of the day.
It was two hours before he heard footfall over the creaky steps. It was Jack, and to Gibbs horror, she was carrying her suitcase. The thought of her going back home made him swallow hard. He immediately dropped what he was doing to make some fresh coffee. Without referring the case, he asked her about any plans for today.
“Think I’ll head home once Laura is awake. Think you’ve got things under control here. “
After a dumbstruck moment of silence, he moved his lips.
“Yeah sure,”
Jack nodded and looked towards the floor while he went to pour the coffee.
“I’ll just go see how your guest is getting on this morning,” she stated as she walked back towards the steps., leaving him confused as he help out her mug of coffee.
4 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Link
This story already has me hooked. Hoping that Jack gets the chance to find her Marine again. <3
A new story in process.  Since Mark Harmon left, I have not been as inspired, but this one focuses on Gibbs (of course), as well as Jack.  Still (and always) a Slibbs fan!  Hope you enjoy.
10 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together 13
NCIS
Slibbs
OC
“Where’s Laura?” Jack asked, scanning the room.
“She was with you, Jack,” the Marine replied.
“No, she said she was going to chat with some of the guests. I’ll check the restrooms, you go ask if anyone’s seen her.
They parted swiftly, desperately trying to locate the girl, but they both came back empty handed. The Special Agents suppressed the feeling of panic that was swirling around them.
“I’m going to go check the house. You stay here in case she’s just headed out for some air.”
With that, Jack took off out the building, making the short journey back to Gibbs’ house. Laura had clearly been finding the day difficult – but seeing her talk with the guests at the wake had reassured Jack that she was at least coping in public.
“Laura?” Jack called as she walked into the house. There was no obvious sign of her on the ground floor, so she went upstairs, trying her room first and then all the other rooms when that proved unsuccessful. Walking back downstairs, she noticed the basement door was ajar and the light on. Carefully, she made her way down the steps, sighing heavily when she discovered Laura passed out in the corner with an empty bottle of bourbon next to her. She took out her phone.
“She’s here. If Ducky or Jimmy are still there – you’d better bring one of them with you.”
.
“How much bourbon was in the bottle, Jethro?” Ducky asked as he palpated Laura’s radial pulse.
“ ‘Bout half,” he replied, inwardly cursing himself for leaving the bottle in plain sight.
The doctor checked the unresponsive girl’s pupils with his pen torch, something that raised a grumble from her as she swatted away Ducky’s hand.
“Keep her under observation, plenty of fluids when she’s awake enough. Painkillers on hand for hangover she’s probably going to wake up with.
Gibbs nodded, thanking Ducky for his help. Once he’d left, Jethro lifted the girl up, taking her to the couch upstairs where Jack had prepared the essentials. They retreated to the kitchen to get themselves some coffee and to talk out of earshot. Jack could see that he was bothered by what had happened and would be blaming himself. She had to admit, she was surprised he’d not noticed her absence, but he’d been trying to make sure everyone was ok. And while he’d never admit it, he had to be feeling the loss of his friend today, that any all the other people who had left him. Jack knew she should have been keeping a closer eye on her too, but time just seemed to slip away and she seemed to be talking to the guests whenever she had looked up.
The Marine prepared the coffee in silence, only breaking it on handing Jack her cup.
“Not sure I know what I’m doing.”
It was a rare moment of self-doubt. One that Jack wanted to dismiss but knew it needed further discussion. He needed to see that he was wrong.
“She was hurting and she wanted to make it stop. We’ve both done it Gibbs. Bourbon is our choice of anaesthetic when we need it too.”
He exhaled loudly. “Can’t have a fifteen-year-old copying our bad habits though.”
Jack smirked. “You telling me you’re not going to drink bourbon anymore?”
His lip twitched, amused at the proposition. “No, but maybe I need to hide the bottles.”
“I’ll stay with her, you get yourself in to something more comfortable and get some time in with your boat.”
Gibbs nodded, already loosening his black tie as her made his way up the stairs. Jack took her coffee and sat on the couch, watching the restless teenager sleep off the bourbon she had consumed. She wondered if she’d ever tasted alcohol before or if this was her first illicit foray in to drinking. She picked up the book she’d discarded the night before and made herself comfortable as she delved in to the pages. After an hour, Laura let out a groan and over the top of the pages, Jack observed the girl attempt to stand herself up.
“Careful, you’re going to be unsteady,” Jack warned as she got up and held on to the teenager as she swayed about.
“Bathroom,” she uttered at a barely audible volume.
Jack held on to her as they made their way to the downstairs convenience. Once at the door, it was obvious she was going to need help inside, lest she fall and crack her head of the porcelain so Jack assisted. Once she was done and they shakily made it back to the couch, Jack got her to drink some juice.
“How are you feeling?” the Psychologist enquired.
After a delay, Laura responded. “M’kay.”
She surmised that the girl was still drunk. “You wanna go back to sleep?”
“Nah, not tired.”
“Well,I guess it is a little early to go to bed.”
Laura took another sip of juice and looked around.
“Where’s Gibbs?”
“Working on his boat.”
“I might have drunk his bourbon.”
“I’d say you definitely did. Why did you drink it.”
With a childlike demenour, Laura shrugged.
“Wondered what it tasted like.”
“Well I hope you didn’t get too attached to the taste because there will be no more.”
Laura pulled a worried face.
“Is he mad?”
Jack smiled. “No he’s not mad. He knows it’s been a rough day. But bourbon is not the answer.”
There was an uneasy silence before a sob escaped her lips.
“I miss him, Jack.”
She looked into the girl’s tear-filled eyes. She’d been reserved about her emotions in front of her and Gibbs for the last 2 weeks but now then events of the day as well as the depressant effects of the alcohol were creating a perfect storm. Jack moved closer, reaching her arms around her as she started to cry, holding her near, stroking the back of her head.
4 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together - 12
The day weighed heavy on her. She gave up trying to sleep even before her Godfather had risen. Despite having no appetite, she went to the kitchen to do some baking, it was something to take her mind off the fact that this was the day her dad would be laid to rest. They’d had to wait a few weeks because Arlington is a busy place and lots of people wanted to be buried there.
Ever since she’d returned from the short trip back to Pennsylvania, she’d felt a sense of what she’d described to Jack as watching herself in a TV show. Seeing her friends again had been good but it only served to remind her of what was gone. In a week or so, she’d start a new school and a new chapter. While she had little choice, she just found that she didn’t want to. She’d love to sleep through it if indeed she could consistently get her nocturnal brain to cooperate. While Gibbs and Jack were both trying their hardest to give her what she needed, she found all she really craved was her old life. Her imperfect family, the school she complained about and her friends. It hurt knowing it was all gone. There was little respite from that feeling of longing and in a few hours, she was going to have today goodbye to the one constant her life.
The smoke alarm bought her back to the here and now as she desperately tried to simultaneously stop it waking everyone up and remove the offending burnt cakes from the oven.
“Ya ok down there?” Gibbs shouted down the stairs.
“Just forgot to set a timer. Sorry.” Laura replied, opening windows and waving a tea towel at the alarm to shut it up.
Her godfather stood in the kitchen doorway as she shoved the burnet offerings in the trash and threw the tray in the sink.
“Come on, let’s get breakfast at the diner.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Then have a drink. Grab your coat.”
Without waiting for an answer, Laura watched as Gibbs headed for the door. The last thing she wanted to do was leave the house but she knew he was unlikely to take no as an answer. She did as she was asked – but she felt aggrieved by it. Once at the diner – she barely drank any of the hot chocolate. She’d said she didn’t want anything, but he’d insisted. He finished his coffee and they returned back home. She immediately charged up the stairs – keen to avoid any other forced interactions. They were leaving for Arlington at 1pm and Laura was adamant she would not be leaving her room until that very moment. Her insides boiled at every little thought. When Jack knocked on the door an hour later, she pretended to be asleep.
When it came time to leave, Laura got herself dressed and slunk downstairs. When anyone asked her a question she just shrugged. When they arrived at Arlington, she was surprised to see so many people. As well as friends from back home, there were people from NCIS there. She recognised Ducky and Jimmy, but she was taken aback to see so many others. But her attention was predominantly on the casket that stood before her. Suddenly this was all real and t was a harsh reality she would never be ready for.
After the funeral, there was a buffet lunch arranged so everyone could get together before travelling back. Laura had a vague memory of agreeing to this but now the day was, here, she didn’t much fancy it. She did a circuit of the room, made sure she’d seen everyone and then quietly slipped away from the event and back to the house. It had all been too much and all she wanted to do was quieten the emotions that raged inside of her. She purposefully headed down to the basement and found the bottle of bourbon that she’d spotted on an earlier visit. Opening the bottle, she gave it a quick sniff before taking a large gulp. The alcohol burned her throat and made her cough and splutter, but she found solace in the way it warmed her chest. Making herself comfortable in a corner of the basement, she took another swig. It didn’t take too long for her to start feeling different – numb even. Whatever, this was better than what she’d been feeling before. It had taken the edge off the ache she felt inside. Despite that, she kept swigging at the amber liquor, hoping to keep her mind quiet and tame the anger she felt consumed by.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
4 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together - 11
The journey to Pennsylvania was quiet. While she could rely on her Marine to say very little, she also had Laura, who was sat in the back of the car with her headphones on, as if to make sure no one spoke to her. She knew the girl was tense about returning home for the first time since they’d arrived to collect her after her dad had died. As if that wasn’t enough to deal with, she was also going to have to go through the house and earmark what she wanted to keep. Fiona the Social Worker was also going to pop by with some paperwork they needed to go over. They’d planned to stay a few days, but Jack wasn’t sure how long it was going to take for it all to become too much for the young woman. She’d encouraged her to meet up with some friends and hang out – she didn’t want the entire trip to focus on a list of tasks that needed to be done.
Arriving at the house late morning, Laura got out straight away and let them all into the house. By the time Gibbs had retrieved his and Jack’s bags from the back of the truck, Laura was already inside. They shared a look, before they followed on inside the house where there was no sign of her on the ground floor.
“Give her some time. Must be hard being back,” Jack said.
Gibbs nodded and took to looking through the drawers to find the paperwork thy needed to start closing down accounts. Jack started the process of contacting insurance and utility companies. After an hour, Laura joined them downstairs.
“I’m going to meet my friends,”
“Ok, that’s good. I’ll give you lift.”
“Oh you don’t need to do that, I can walk.”
“I’m sure you can, but it will probably dark by the time you want to come back. It would help me to know where you need picking up.
The girl paused a moment, clearly considering an act of defiance but deciding it wasn’t worth.
Gibbs drove her to her friend’s house After a while, Jack went upstairs to have a look around. She was used to looking around other people’s houses, the job gave her that privilege. This felt a little more personal, but she was keen to learn a little bit more about Laura and her father. She found the teenager’s room was easily found with its door left wide open. On the bed there were photographs scattered and the Psychologist mused that Laura had been looking at them since she’d arrived. The walls were covered in photos of friends, but the family photos were framed. Jack had noticed a few of them in her room back in DC. Décor aside, the room was reasonably neat and tidy as was the rest of the house. Leaving the room just as she has found it, Jack headed to the room opposite, carefully opening the door. It was clear that this had been Laura’s Dad’s room. It was also well ordered, with photos- mostly of Laura and her mum but as Jack walked further in to the room, she could see some photos from his Marine days. A smile crossed her lips as she picked up a framed photo of a group of Marines. She ran her finger over the familiar face, a much younger Jethro. While he was undoubtably handsome now, she took a moment to appreciate just how attractive he was back then. They all looked so care-free. Laura’s dad was clearly the youngest recruit in the picture. She deduced this picture must have been taken just before deployment to Iraq.
Replacing the photo, Jack turned to leave the room, having heard Gibbs return from dropping Laura off. She made her way back downstairs.
“Everything ok?” she ventured.
“Yeah, Megan’s mom is going to drop her home later. She has a houseful of kids all there to see Laura.”
“Maybe what she needs. It’s been a strange week for her.”
“Yeah,” he replied, his voice sounded distracted.
“You’re doing your best, Gibbs”
He didn’t return her gaze, opting to divert his attention to the family photo that he’s picked from the sideboard.
“I took this one,” he rasped, volume barely above a whisper.
Jack moved to his side, allowing her arm to slip around his waist as she rested her head against him
“It’s a happy photo,” she supplied, observing the smiles beaming out from beyond the frame.
Jethro shook his head. Jack gently massaged his arm, encouraging him to expand.
“They were all struggling, one way or another. He’d just left the core to care for his wife who had been ill since Laura was born. Laura wanted her Mom, but was too small to understand she was ill.”
Replacing the photo back to its original position, Jack held on to her Marine as he tried to walk away, willing to do anything not to dwell on the emotions that the seemingly carefree family portrait had evoked. Rather than try and get him to talk, she held him, allowing her hands to gently smooth his taut muscles. Letting him ride out the feelings he’d spent most of his life trying to run away from. To her surprise, he didn’t fight her embrace and even reciprocated, spanning his arms around her and pulling her close.
While she’d often surmised that he liked her company, this was the first physical sign that maybe he needed it too.
Tags: @doctorwhofan24
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
2 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together 10
NCIS
Refers to death/bereavement. 
.
With no active case keeping him at the office, Gibbs decided he would take the day off. There was plenty to get on with and first on his list was the funeral. Laura’s dad had stated that he wanted to be buried at Arlington. While he more than qualified for that honour, it required proof and Gibbs had been able to acquire that proof from work and send it off. While that would be the ceremony taken care of, there were still other decisions to make. Unfortunately, Laura was not feeling in the mood to make them, and he found himself having to make them on her behalf.
While she had been largely quiet since coming to stay with him, Gibbs noted today she was making him seem like the chatty one. The occasional weeping seemed to have been replaced by a silent sadness. He knew it was normal, but it made him feel uneasy and he considered what he could do to make her feel marginally better, even if it was temporary. Stumbling on an idea, he went to get some stuff from the kitchen and the basement before landing back in the lounge.
“Grab your coat, we’re going for a drive,” he announced to the teenager, who was curled up on the couch with her phone for company.
Without a word of protest, she did as she was asked and dutifully followed her godfather to his truck. The journey was silent as they headed about of the suburbs and into the Virginia countryside. Once they had reached their destination, they got out. Laura followed Gibbs as he led her through a wooded area.
“Grab any sticks that look like they might burn,” he told her as they headed towards a lake area. Laura looked around her, gathering any sticks she saw.
“Is this where you bought me when I stayed with you the first-time mom went in to hospital?”
A knowing smirk reached Gibbs’ face. “Wondered if you’d recognise it.”
The girl look around as she remembered about that trip.
“We made a fire and toasted marshmallows and made hot chocolate,” she reminisced.
Gibbs held up a flask and a packet of marshmallows and for the first time that day, Laura smiled. They set a fire and sat on the chairs Gibbs had packed in the truck.
“It felt like such an adventure when I came to stay with you that time. I had no idea just how serious the situation with mom was,” Her gaze met the ground, and she nervously jigged her feet on the ground below.
“Your dad didn’t want you to know. He wanted to protect you from all that. It’s why he called me, he needed to know you were being looked after so he could look after your mom.”
Laura let out a long sigh as she refocused her gaze across the lake.
“He was pleased you were having a good time. D’ya remember calling him that night? You were so full of stories. When he talked to me afterwards, he was relieved that you were having a good time, helped him feel less guilty about not being able to look after you himself. You were helping you dad, and by extension, your mom by being here.”
“Just feels like I should have known more..”
“Nope,” Gibbs answered, shutting down the girl’s train of thought. “You were what, eight? Wasn’t your job to looking after the grown-ups. It was your job to be playing and learning. You’re over thinking it because of what has happened.”
While he knew it would take a while, he hoped that she would accept that she had very little control over what had happened back then and to a certain extent, now. They finished up their drinks and had a walk around the lake before heading back to DC. Once back at the house, Laura asked if it was ok if she went to her room. Jethro nodded his agreement and set about putting away the items he had taken on their day trip. When he returned from putting things back in the basement, Jack was home.
“Hey how did today go?” she asked. Her hope for a positive answer disappeared with the roll of Gibbs’ eyes.
“Oh. She replied. “So, what’s for dinner?” she continued, her eyes searching the kitchen.
He frowned. “Steak. What did you think it was going to be?”
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
@doctorwhofan24
7 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Finished watching series 2 of Criminal Mind. I can't stop thinking about 2.19 - Ashes and Dust and more specifically, the scene at the hospital where Hotch and Prentiss go to see the surviving arson victim.
My main takeaway is that it's the most unrealistic medical/ death scene I've seen in a while.
However...
I did find it touching when Hotch offered to wait with her, effectively staying with her until she died. There was something very tender about it. ❤️
7 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together - 9
“He looked peaceful, Jack. And I think that’s about the only comfort at the moment. Any pain was temporary. Jimmy said that he probably didn’t know what had happened.”
That was Laura’s takeaway from seeing her dad for the last time. There was no hint of pain or suffering. He just looked like he was having a sleep. Albeit a permanent one.
Ducky sat her down before the viewing and went through what to expect. He stood resolutely by her side during the viewing and even afterwards, he sat with her as Jimmy had explained the post-mortem results.
“How are you feeling now?” the psychologist asked.
“Tired. It helps knowing that he wouldn’t have suffered and that but…he’s still gone. If anything, it seems a bit more real now.”
Laura sat with Jack, talking about everything until she couldn’t speak anymore. She liked talking to her, she’d not really had any women to talk to back some, save for her teachers. And Jack was easy to talk to and joked that Laura was a lot more forthcoming with her feelings than NCIS agents. The truth was, she felt she needed to talk, like everything that was happening needed to be told to someone. She’d no idea if it was helping, but she felt that it was easier than not talking
Once the tiredness meant she was struggling to speak, Jack suggested Laura go to bed. Laura agreed, she could barely keep her eyes open. She usually managed a couple of hours before waking again and then fall back to sleep around 5am. It wasn’t ideal but it was all she could manage.
When Laura opened her eyes the next morning, she felt oddly refreshed. She couldn’t remember waking up in the night and she was shocked when she looked at her phone and realised it was 11am. Once she got herself up and dressed, she was surprised that she could still smell coffee as she walked down the stairs and even more so when she discovered Jack working at the table.
“Hey, there you are!” she smiled. “Have you been asleep all this time?” she asked.
“Umm, yeah. Sorry,” she muttered.
“Absolutely nothing to be sorry about, you must have needed that, huh?”
While there was still a bit of tiredness, she felt better and less emotional than she had yesterday.
“How come you’re not at work, Laura asked, confused as to why she was sat in Gibbs’ lounge practically in the middle of the day.
“Working from home, It’s a little perk of not being a field agent. You gotta be hungry, right?”
Laura nodded, for the first time in days, she actually felt like eating.
“Grab your coat, let’s go get some food.”
So that was how they ended up at the diner, eating sandwiches and apple pie while drinking coffee (in Jack’s case) and hot chocolate. Laura had felt uneasy about ordering at first, not wanting to cost anyone any money, but Jack talked her round. Once they’d finished, the Special Agent took the girl to the grocery store and made her buy the food she liked because if she had her appetite back, she needed food that she wanted to eat to be available.
When they got back to the house, they put away the food. Laura went to her room for a bit of a rest, one good night of sleep wasn’t going to make up for the endless lost hours over the last few days. She still found herself getting upset suddenly, bought on by the smallest of thoughts. With a full belly, she was able to grab another 2 hours of rest. She got herself up and went back downstairs where Jack was swearing at her laptop.
“Are you ok?” she asked tentatively.
“Oh, you know, just trying to run my laptop on my cell data because Gibbs lives in the stone age and has not heard of Wi-Fi,” she mused before looking up at the young woman. “Did you manage more sleep?”
“Yeah a bit. And I’ve burnt through a ton of data since I got here. I’m not used to not having wifi either. My dad got me a contract phone ages ago, I’m not sure how that’s all going to work out now.”
“Don’t worry about that. It will all get sorted. Gibbs is just gonna have to get with the times. He can’t expect a teenager to live here without more mod cons. We’ll not even start on about that antique TV set he has,” she chucked and hook her head, her attention snapped back to the laptop.
Laura sat down. It was so strange being in someone else house and she didn’t feel at home enough yet. She needed to do something. She hit upon and idea.
“Would it be ok if I cooked dinner for everyone?” she asked, looking up at Jack who was furiously tapping her laptop keys, trying to make something work.
“Oh sure, that would be great. We’ll eat anything as long as we don’t have to cook it ourselves.”
Once in the kitchen, Laura spent a bit of time familiarising herself with everything and got to work. She enjoyed cooking and with it being just her and her dad, she did it quite regularly. It was a good distraction and she barely noticed the time ticking by when her godfather appeared in the kitchen, having returned from work.
“That smells good. When do we get to eat it?” he smiled.
“Now, actually,” she replied as she served the dish on to the waiting three plates. Gibbs helped her take them through to the table and Jack joined them, having cleared away her laptop some time ago.
“This is amazing!” she raved, as she finished her first mouthful.
“Thanks, I wasn’t sure how it was going to turn out. Some of the spices had a sell-by date that was before I was born.”
Jack laughed loudly and Gibbs just shrugged. “Didn’t seem to be anything wrong with them.”
“Well, if you can create something this good with 15 year out of date spices, imagine what it will be like when you have fresher stuff.”
Laura blushed; she’d never cooked for anyone other than her dad before, so she was really taken aback that anyone thought her cooking was any good.
“Yeah, you can cook whenever you like. Not really my thing.” Gibbs admitted.
“And by that he means, I hope you like meat and potato if you don’t fancy cooking. Or takeout.”
The teenager shook her head and smiled as Gibbs and Jack bickered over his cooking skills. She was finding it hard to believe that they were just friends.
Tags: @doctorwhofan24
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
12 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Note
8. Just pretend to be my date
With Gibbs please 😘
Don’t have to lie
Your love life was a mess. It has been for years, pretty much ever since your ex boyfriend broke up with you to date your sister’s best friend - whom you considered your friend. The broke up was hard but to be honest, the hardest was the double betrayal.
After that, you didn’t want to give your heart and your trust again. Which was why you haven’t been in a serious relationship for years.
Well, that and the fact that you developed a huge crush on your boss a long time ago.
You tried to convince yourself that it was nothing. Just an attraction to a very handsome man. But deep down, you knew it was more and that you were just afraid. Also it had to be nothing because the man would never be interested in you.
Fair enough, you two were close, you spent basically 24/7 together and teasing you about him was your team’s favorite hobby. But you didn’t buy any of it. You couldn’t.
But, when your ex and former friend walked into the diner where you and Gibbs were having a coffee break late at night, your instant reaction was to cover your boss’s hand with yours. He looked from the file to you, puzzled by your gesture. When your eyes locked with your ex boyfriend, you closed the file with your free hand and look at Gibbs.
“Just pretend to be my date.” You told him in a low voice.
Gibbs barely had time to process what you just asked when he heard voices coming from behind him. He briefly looked at the couple approaching the table before focusing on you. You were uncomfortable and he knew it wasn’t because you were seeing with him. Whoever those people were, they made you uncomfortable and Gibbs didn’t like it.
So when you introduce him, without specifying who he was, he did it himself. “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, nice to meet you.” He said with his most charming smile and this time, it was his hand that covered yours, squeezing it gently.
You asked him to pretend to be your date and he was pretending to be your boyfriend.
“We didn’t know you were dating someone.” Your old friend said. “Your sister didn’t tell us.”
“She doesn’t know—we aren’t advertising it.”
Gibbs knew from how you emphasized on ‘advertising’ that there was something behind your choice of words. He squeezed your hand again, before intertwining his fingers with yours. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the man staring at this gesture of affection.
“Well, I guess we’ll see you around—Leroy.” She said.
You corrected her before Gibbs even could. “Gibbs. Nobody call him Leroy.”
“Well you do, when you’re upset with me.” He locked eyes with you and smirked. That wasn’t even playing along because that was accurate. You call him Leroy when you’re upset with him. It’s ‘Jethro’ when it’s just you and him, and then Gibbs the rest of the time.
“Sorry. Gibbs, then. I tell your sister to add a plus one for you.”
You briefly looked at your boss, panicking. He was going to get invited to your sister’s wedding. It was getting out of hands.
“If she doesn’t mind,” Gibbs answered before you could. Was he really doing this?
The waitress gave your ex and his girlfriend their order, they thanked her and waved their goodbyes to you and Gibbs. “See you in a couple of months!”
You politely nodded and waved back. They walked out of the diner and you sighed, but it wasn’t over. You watched as Gibbs stood on his feet, bending over the table. He cupped your cheek with one of his hands and kissed your forehead. “Don’t freak out.” He said and this time, his lips were on yours. He softly kissed you for a few seconds. It was sweet and tender, and you were dying for more but he pulled away. “He was staring, I thought we could give him a show.” He smirked, sitting back.
You stayed silent for a moment, unable to think properly. You could still feel Gibbs’s hand in yours and his lips on your lips, but all physical contact were broken and he was looking at the case file again.
“You don’t have to come to the wedding, I’ll tell my sister we broke up.”
“I haven’t been undercover in a while.” He smirked.
“Leroy—“ you sighed.
“See, I don’t even have to lie.”
“You look like you’re enjoying this.”
“Enjoying what? An opportunity to be the boyfriend of one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, even for one night? Of course I’m enjoying it.”
“Maybe it doesn’t have to be just for one night.”
“Two?”
You kicked him under the table and he chuckled before leaning over the table. “What do you think about taking this to be my basement, Y/N?” He asked.
“Close that goddamn file.”
506 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together - 8
A/N I changed Y/N to Laura as it didn’t feel right having her not having an actual name. I feel like I have a better handle on who she is now.
@doctorwhofan24
On getting back to his house, Gibbs ushered his guest over to the couch, wanting to put her mind at rest. She looked tired, and he hoped that she would be able to get some sleep that night.
“You’ll always have somewhere to stay. I would always make sure of that. I know DC isn’t Pennsylvania, but hopefully you can settle in here. Once you’re ready, we’ll get you a school.”
Laura nodded, still feeling a bit raw from the emotion of the day.
“Jack’s going to come stay with us for a few days. Figured it might be good for both of us to have someone else around.”
“Ok,” she replied, he didn’t miss the confused look that washed over her face.
He tilted his head. “Anything wrong?” he remarked, hoping that having Jack stay wasn’t going to cause any problems.
“Is Jack your girlfriend?” she asked innocently.
He found himself temporality speechless. She could see his awkwardness.
“S.S.Sorry, it’s none of my business really,” she stuttered. She’s really nice though. I like her.”
“It’s ok. No, we’re just friends. Good friends.
At that moment, Jack bustled in, her arms full of bags. Gibbs jumped up immediately to help her, it would mask the redness in his cheeks from his conversation with Laura.
“You’ve bought half the shop, Sloane,” he teased.
“Well if someone didn’t stock their kitchen like they were a student, I wouldn’t need to,” she jokingly retaliated.
After eating, Gibbs went to the basement, leaving Laura and Jack to talk upstairs. He knew Jack would want to make sure she was alright after today. Gibbs was happy to give them the space. He’d been to say goodbye to his buddy too. Promising him he’s look after Laura, telling him to rest easy. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d said goodbye to someone he cared about, and it never got easier. A measure of bourbon and the boat were sorely needed to take his mind of it,
An hour later, Jack made he way down the wooden steps.
“She’s gone to bed. Poor girl looks exhausted. I really hope she gets some sleep.”
“I wouldn’t hold out too much hope there, Jack. You know it doesn’t work like that.”
She took a seat on one of the antiquated stools that lived in the basement.
“Yeah, I know. How are you feeling?”
Gibbs smirked to himself. She was never off duty, and she always tried to get him to talk.
“I’m fine, Jack. It’s not me who just lost a parent.”
Shaking her head, she sighed loudly. “One day, you’ll actually give me an honest answer,” she chimed.
“Always do,” he quipped, his concentration on the piece of wood he was working on had not faltered.
“Hmm. I’m going to get some sleep myself. You coming?” she hinted.
“Nah, you go up. I’ll take the couch.”
“The couch? What’s wrong with the bed?”
“Not appropriate. We have a guest.”
She looked at him incredulously.
“She fifteen, not five Gibbs. She’s going to be ok with us emerging from the same room in the morning. Besides, it’s cold. I need you,” she pouted.
He smiled and keen not to get into the earlier conversation he had shared with his houseguest, he reluctantly agreed. “Not right now though, need to get this part [of the boat] finished.
She narrowed her eyes. “You are coming up, aren’t you? This isn’t some elaborate oh-I-fell-asleep-in-the-basement routine?”
He laughed out loud; his concentration broken. “Ok, ok, I’m coming.”
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
8 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together - 7
For someone who had spent much of their professional life with the dead, Jack couldn’t help but admire at how comforting a presence Ducky had with the living. He had a grandpa-like aura to him, able to calm and educate all at once. As he sat with Y/N, gently explaining about what would happen before he took her down to autopsy. Jimmy was patiently waiting, and Breena had just left, having made Y/N’s dads facial injuries look a little less alarming. It was good that she already had a little group of people around her who could comfort and support her through this terrible time. As Ducky let the girl down to autopsy, she went in search of Gibbs, really needing to speak to him about Y/N without her being in earshot. The young woman had become incredibly upset at what she felt was her uncertain future. While Jack was able to soothe her, tell her that she would always have a home with her Godfather, she really needed to hear that from the man himself. While he wasn’t one for long speeches, she knew his ability to speak honestly was something that would resonate with the young woman.
He wasn’t difficult to find, sat at his desk methodically completing the paperwork for the last case they had worked. She hinted that she needed to speak, and they found themselves sat in the conference room. Gibbs immediately agreed that he would reassure his goddaughter. She could see the guilt creep across his face that he had not already made this clear. Part of that guilt was that he felt he was entering the unknown. When he looked up at her, his eyes swimming with myriad thoughts that he’d normally never consider sharing, one popped out his mouth.
“Did you want to stay at mine for a few days, Jack? Might be better for Y/N to have both if us there.”
Her heart leapt at his words, but she did her best not to show how happy she was at this development, especially as the reason was that she could support a bereaved girl.
“Hey yeah. If that’s going to make it easier for both of you, I’d be glad to,” she replied, a gentle smile on her lips.
The Supervisory Agent smiled back and nodding his head got up to get back to his desk. As they walked down the stairs to the bull pen, Jack saw Jimmy loitering by Gibbs’ desk, he seemed pleased to have spotted them both.
“How did it go, Jimmy?” she asked.
“Ok. She was obviously upset but Dr Mallard stood with her the whole time and encouraged her to spend some time with her dad. He’s just taken her back to his office and he wanted to let you know he’ll bring her up when she’s ready.”
Both Special Agents nodded, relieved that Y/N had been able to cope with it all. By the time she returned to the bullpen with Ducky, it was time to leave for the evening anyway. Jack left first, stopping by her apartment to gather what she needed for the nest few days. On her way to Gibbs’ place, she stopped by the supermarket, keen to add some more food to the Marine’s practically bare cupboards and hopefully tempting Y/N in to eating something substsntial.
Tags: @doctorwhofan24
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
19 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
Bringing Us Together - 6
Waking up was the hardest part of the day.
Partly because you never managed to sleep much, so the ongoing tiredness made it difficult to function.
But mainly because you’d forget. For those few moments, everything would be ok until the horrible realisation came over you. You’d feel nauseous as the stress hormones flooded your body. There would inevitably be a hitch in your throat as you remembered what you’d lost. Reminding yourself of where you were, you took a few moments to sort yourself out before facing the day.
Your Godfather was usually awake before you were, not that you slept much, but you seemed to get some shut eye around 5am. He always had coffee brewing, its smell hitting your nostrils as you left the room. Not that you liked to drink it, but the smell gave you a bit of a wake up as you walked down the stairs.
“Hey,”
You look up and attempt a smile. He hands you a bowl of cereal and a spoon and you take a seat at the table. He poured himself another coffee and took a seat opposite, witnessing you pushing your breakfast around the bowl.
When Jack had told you about your dad’s body being transferred to NCIS, you hadn’t known what to say. She told you there was no pressure and that you didn’t need to see him, but at least he was available to you. You’d nodded and acknowledged her words. All night you’d been plagued by thoughts about what you should do. At 3am you’d been overcome with anxiety over the thought that your dad might not have wanted to be in DC at all. Now, you realised that train of thought was crazy.
The cereal was still being pushed around with your spoon when Jack arrived. Gibbs jumped up and got her a coffee while she sat next to you.
“Well that cereal has seen better days. Not hungry?” she surmised.
“Not really.”
“I spoke to Jimmy and your dad is at NCIS. He suggested that everything will be done by this afternoon if you wanted to see him.”
“I think I do.”
“Ok. We need to speak to Fiona this morning so you can check in with her and start organising what happens next,” Jack said softly.
Nodding your head, you knew what was going to mean talking about a future you hadn’t quite thought about.
“You’re not on your own,” Gibbs interrupted your thoughts, almost like he had read your mind. “Me and Jack are going to help you through.”
Jack smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly for some reason. While Gibbs went to work, you sat with her and called the Social Worker and filled her in on how things were going. The Psychologist did much of the talking and prompted you when you needed to answer something. The next step was arranging the funeral. Your dad had left that information handy, and Fiona had come across it while the pair of you were looking for people to contact. It felt like a relief that you were not going to have to make big decisions about it, wondering if it would have been what your dad wanted.
The call ended. Jack looked at you, her eyes searching you for any clues.
“You ok with all that, Y/N?”
Nodding, you look at the floor.
“Hey, what is it?” she asked, knowing straight away that something was bothering you.
After a deep breath, you look up at her.
“What happens after the funeral, Jack? Where do I go?”
Tags: @doctorwhofan24
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
7 notes · View notes
hopscotchandlemon · 2 years
Text
2021 - A Year in Writing
In the past, I’ve dutifully reblogged those fic writers asks. I’ve even asked questions of other writers. However, no one asks me them, or at least, the ones I really want to answer.
So this year, I’m going to pick 3 fics that I’ve written in the last 12 months. They’re ones I hold dear for various reasons, as I shall explain…
To See Her Face.
This was my first proper attempt at a Slibbs fics. I started it at the beginning of the year and didn’t get chance to look at it again until I spent some time at my parents’ house in March. Writing this was taking my mind of the fact my mum was dying and she died the day after I posted this. This is by far, the most popular fic I’ve ever written (I did not realise there was such a big Slibbs fanbase) and the comment notification came through steadily over the next few days. In a way, those notifications (many of which came through after she’d died) gave me some comfort at a really stressful and sad time. So if you commented on that one- Thank you!
My mum really liked NCIS. It wasn’t something I really got to talk to her about because her condition robbed her of the ability to communicate properly (although she smiled when I suggested she liked Gibbs 😉). One of the last things we did together in her last week was sit in her bed and watch episodes on TV. It took me a while to complete the second part as I had a complete writing wobble, but I’m glad it did as it adds the happy ending I think we all wanted for them. It was added just after what would have been my Mum’s birthday. It is dedicated to her.
Uneven Steps
I felt I really needed to write this. I do have a physical disability but nothing of the severity of the reader in this story. It’s important that we see disabled people in popular culture and not just to fill a diversity quota. I wanted to get across some of the battles disabled people have to fight just to be seen as an equal and I wanted them to be desired. I think Gibbs would be accepting of a disabled lover and adapt accordingly.
Hide and Seek (Collide Series)
I started the Collide series last year and it still remains my favourite fic. I couldn’t bear to say goodbye to these characters, so I started adding the occasional one shot. I’ve picked this one because I liked the idea of a child getting the better of Gibbs and being able to outfox him in a simple game of hide and seek – a game you’d like to think he’d be quite good at.
I plan on writing more for this series, but only when the idea has merit I don’t want to waste them on a half-baked  story – I really do love them that much.
If you’re a fic writer, tell me about what the fics you’ve written have meant to you. Don’t wait to be asked. Let’s hear about the art you created in this god-awful year.
6 notes · View notes