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oneshotnewbie · 3 months

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(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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wildflowerswildhorses · 6 days

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I just would like to personally think the NCISverse and their love (obsession) for ball caps - that is all.

There is just something about those NCIS agents and their hats

#ncis #ncis new orleans #ncis los angeles #ncis hawaii #ncis sydney #caitlin todd #ziva david #kensi blye #meredith brody #sonja percy #tammy gregorio #hannah khoury #ellie bishop #jessica knight #jane tennant #lucy tara #michelle mackey

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laurellance · 2 months

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ellie bishop in 17.11

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milfsincrime · 1 year

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women: reblog if you agree

crimmy minds: penelope garcia, elle greenaway, jennifer jareau, emily prentiss, alex blake, tara lewis

ncis: kate todd, abby sciuto, ziva david, jenny shepard, abby borin, alex quinn, jack sloane, ellie bishop, jess knight

svu: olivia benson, abbie carmichael, alex cabot, casey novak, melinda warner, kathy stabler, liz donnelly, rita calhoun, amanda rollins, kat tamin

milfs: hot yes

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onlyhereforangst · 8 months

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i try to be tough i try to be mean but even after all this, you're still everything to me.

#ellickedit #ncisedit #ncis #ellick #torres x bishop #ellie bishop #nick torres #usergif #dailycolorfulgifs #gutsedit #the grudge olivia rodrigo

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 6 months

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The Sounds of Justice - Master List

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

A/N: This is my response to the mafia AU poll that I posted. It was a challenge to write it but it was worth it. Comments and reblogs are very much welcomed and I hope you enjoy the fic. Please take notice of the warnings; they are exactly the same as the warnings on this page and they will be at the top of each chapter.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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beeps-mess · 1 year

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Autistic Reader + NCIS Team

Little drabbles of a gender-neutral reader with autism interacting with the NCIS team. Probably part one. This one has Gibbs, Abby, Jimmy, Ziva, and Ellie.

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Part Two

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God, you felt gross. Your brain was buzzing and your skin was crawling. You had showered three times already, the second right after drying off from the first, the third following after sitting on your bed, partly dressed, crying due to being stuck in your skin. You had just exited the shower, sighing when you realized the gross feeling was still with you. Pulling on your shirt and a pair of shorts you ignored your phone vibrating, flapping out of frustration with everything. You started pacing, walking back and forth, back and forth. A knock on your front door interrupted your pacing. You peeked through the peek-hole, sighing in relief when you see Abby Sciuto in all her glory. You flung the door open, ignoring the clattering of the item in her hand, too busy focusing on the weight of her arms around you. After a while you pull away, allowing her to bend down, picking up the item you caused her to drop. It was your favorite film. You hugged her again, throwing the normal social structures out the window with her. Abby always knew how to calm you down when you were in a funk and it was something you loved so much. You two spent the next few hours watching your favorite film along with your comfort episodes from your favorite shows.

Your palms were sweaty. You could hear the tick of the clock every minute. The sun was in your eyes. You could hear the briefing of a team two cubicles away along with the whispers of people leaving the break room. Tim had been clicking his pen for the last three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. Ellie's fan was causing a paper to repetitively hit her desk. The lights were too bright, adding to the horrors of the orange walls. You could hear, feel, and see it all, and god it was a lot. You closed your eyes, focusing on just the clicking of the pen, taking the deepest breaths you could manage. And then, suddenly, all the noise stopped, replaced with a new pressure around your ears. You looked up just in time to see Gibbs smile softly in satisfaction before walking back to his desk to sit.

Jimmy was on lunch, specifically on a not-date with Jess, which was something you knew, yet, here you are, standing in the doorway of the autopsy. Flapping, you leave the lights off and move to his desk, opening the bottom drawer to find what you needed. Pulling out your headphones and a weighted stim toy you slide down the wall next to his desk. Once on the floor, you move your legs around to sit crisscross, putting on the headphones and taking off your cardigan. You start slowly rocking back and forth, moving the beads around, back and forth in the fidget. You rock and rock and rock and rock, all until the lights flick on suddenly, Jimmy taking two steps into the room before noticing you. He rushed back to the lights, flicking them back, before coming to sit on the floor with you. He holds up one finger, then another, starting the process that you two had developed when you have a meltdown. One finger means notepad and two means sign. You huff, thinking about it before holding up a single finger. He slowly opens his bottom desk drawer, pulling out the specific notebook he had bought for you after finding the right texture of the paper. He slides a pencil and pen to you, allowing you the choice. You pick the pen, clicking it multiple times before you write anything. The notebook was opened up to the checklist page, and you checked off the boxes that applied to the situation, hesitating when you got to the question about taking or putting on your headphones. Checking it yes, you hand the notebook back to him, allowing him to read through it all and put on the requested playlist before you took off your headphones. Sighing softly, you closed your eyes, opening them to see a Jimmy Palmer smiling softly at you. You poked him in the knee, causing him to pull out a bouncy ball from the still-open desk drawer, and roll it to you. The two of you spent a while rolling or bouncing the ball back and forth, allowing you to calm down before pushing through the last few hours of the office day.

Walking into the breakroom, you huff, realizing that they’re out of your comfort snack. Rubbing your pointing finger against your thumb three times to comfort yourself, you completely miss Ellie walking into the room. Noting the lack of your desired food, she turns to you, the question if you would like to go on a snack break out of her mouth before you can process that she was there. Jumping slightly, you nod your head, accepting the hand offered by your friend and coworker. Walking to the elevator, she sends a short text to Tim, saying they ran out of your comfort food and should be back within half an hour. You start stimming with her hand in yours, getting less embarrassed about it when she smiles softly at you after putting her phone away. She offers you the spare pair of earbuds she had on her and you offer her your coat. Ellie and your relationship had always been like this, her picking things up she thinks you might need when going out and you overdressing, always able to lend her a jacket when she needs one. Once at the ground level of the office, you two walk out, hand in hand, at max comfort. You two walk in silence, already knowing where you’re headed.

Gibbs and Tony were out, picking up information on the only lead you have. You had gone through the list of the normal things you did when bored at work, alone, but were still restless. Your eyes light up when Ziva walks into the room, tapping your feet on the ground a satisfying amount of times before getting up. She raises an eyebrow at you, getting no response as you just lightly pull on her wrist, leading the two of you over to the empty desk in the back of the team's cubical. Nodding, she sits down in one of the chairs, reaching onto the desk to start on the puzzle that you kept back here. It was currently a space one, something you had picked up at a museum when visiting with Gibbs. Flapping lightly, you sit down, happy to continue the shared puzzle, something that always kept you distracted when there was time to kill. She smiles at you, something you’re too focused to notice. The two of you sit there, getting the border and different stars done in the time it takes for Tony and Gibbs to get back

#ncis fanfiction #reader insert #no use of y/n #leroy jethro gibbs #ziva david #jimmy palmer #abby sciuto #gibbs x reader #ellie bishop #ellie x reader #abby x reader #ziva x reader #jimmy x reader #my writing #autistic reader #ncis x reader #nics team x reader #platonic

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thestarwarslesbian · 2 months

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Vance: Gibbs you need to rest. Gibbs: I can't. Vance: Why? Gibbs: *pointing at the office area. Tony is sitting on McGee's sholders as he tries to get a pen of the celing. Bishop is sat on her desk with her laptop balancing from the wire above her as she is looking at a case. Jimmy is lead down in the middle of all the desks with his head on Breena's lap as she strokes his hair to comfort him after a meltdown due to the case the team had just been on.* Gibbs: My children.

#inncorrect quotes #ncis #ncis incorrect quotes #leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs tired dad of 4 #jimmy palmer #jimmy x breena #breena palmer #tim mcgee #tony dinozzo #ellie bishop #leon vance #autistic jimmy palmer

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dorelia23 · 8 months

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This is sooo hilarious

At first I paused to see Gibbs' part, but then I saw that Abby's middle name is Beethoven and just what–😭

#ncis #leroy jethro gibbs #tony dinozzo #ellie bishop #abby sciuto #gibbs

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femininomen0n · 1 year

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this is so, like, inverse gibbs. he would absolutely say this exact quote but sarcastically. with a >:| (grudging acknowledgment) instead of a :’) (tearful observation), if you will

#i don’t know i’m just having ncis feelings and office feelings at the same time #it’s very confusing #michael scott #the office #meme #ncis #leroy jethro gibbs #ellie bishop #nick torres #ellick #ziva david #tony dinozzo #tiva #talia speaks #**

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fictionalcraze · 2 months

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Gibbs hugs are the best🥺Gosh I really miss the man so much ...

#ncis cbs #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis gibbs #nick torres #tony dinozzo #tim mcgee #jimmy palmer #ellie bishop #ziva david #abby

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kbade123 · 4 months

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I recently watched the first episode of NCIS (Yankee White) and all throughout the episode I couldn't help but wonder what all the other agents from later seasons were doing at that moment. And then I started thinking about the ages of those agents.

Yankee White premiered September 23, 2003

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Age: 52

Nick Torres

Age: 23

Tim McGee

Age: 26

Ellie Bishop

Age: 19

Tony DiNozzo

Age: 35

Jenny Shepard

Age: 40

Kasie Hines

Age: 11 what??

Jessica Knight

Age: 19

Jimmy Palmer

Age: 26

Abbie Sciuto

Age: 34

Ziva David

Age: 24

Leon Vance

Age: 40

Alden Parker

Age: 47

Kate Todd

Age: 30

Clayton Reeves

Age: 18

Jack Sloane

Age: 36

Alex Quinn

Age: 30

Donald Mallard

Age: 70

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im-too-gay-for-this · 4 months

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Quotes of NCIS 😻

Some poor Nurse: *looking over comatose Gibbs* Good morning, Agent Gibbs the rain as stopped. It’s going to be a beautiful day. :) *gasps*

Ducky: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Dr Mallard. I overheard you talking and I thought he might be awake.

Poor Nurse: I always talk to my patients.

Ducky: Me, too.

Poor Nurse: Are you a neurologist, Doctor?

Ducky: Medical Examiner.

Poor Nurse: Oh.

Ellie: Two hot chicks. They probably figured we’d get fast results.

Delilah: and I’m in a wheelchair, Double points.

Ellie: I guess we all need help sometimes.

Delilah: Maybe. You read that in a fortune cookie?

Ellie: yes.

Gibbs: Why are you pushing this, Kate?

Kate: Because it makes sense. He’s catholic.

Gibbs: Hmm… and so are you. You cannot let personal situations colour your judgment.

Kate: I don’t. But you hired me because of my knowledge and my experience. You’ve never seen how a suicide can tear up a Catholic family. They take it very seriously.

McGee: Wait a second did he say “Simon Williams”?

Kasie: I think so. I haven’t run the name through the system yet

McGee: You don’t have to. He’s on our wall. *points to NCIS most wanted wall.*

Kasie: I have stuff for you.

Ziva: all eardrums

Kasie: huh?

DiNozzo: let’s put a pin in that McMilitary and let’s talk about my problem. *pulls out $20,000 from his desk*

McGee: $20,000?

Bishop: and why is that a problem?

DiNozzo: because technically it might be stolen.

McGee: By who?

DiNozzo: By me.