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lizzyk137 · 6 months

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What about Tony flirting with the new head of NCIS & not knowing they are married to Gibbs ?

Flirting With the Boss' Wife- An NCIS Short (Tony/Gibbs X Gibbs' Wife)

Warnings: None, just fluff! Thank you for asking for this!! I haven't written in a while, and it was nice to sit down, watch NCIS, and write something! Hope you like it!! :)

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"Have you seen the new director yet?" Tony asked McGee as they sat at their desks during a quick break between doing paperwork.

"No, I can't say I have." McGee answered back, not at all interested in another one of Tony's rambles about a girl. "I doubt she'll be paying any attention to us, though, since it's her first week here."

"Eh." Tony looked around the office, tiring of the conversion, and decided to set his sights on the gorgeous women that had just walked out of the elevator. "Damn..."

This woman dressed in a suit that clung to every curve she had and had black heels that helped elongate her body, making everything sit right where it needed to be. She put everyone women he's been with and all the women at N.C.I.S to shame. She was naturally gorgeous, not to the point where she looked faked, but just enough to catch your breath when you looked at her.

She made her way up to their bullpen and smiled at both men who had watched her walk up, jaws slightly hanging. "Hello, gentleman. Do you know where I might find Special Agent Gibbs?"

Tony stood and flashed his thousand watt smile. "Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo. Gibbs is out, but what can I do to help a beautiful woman like yourself?"

"Is this how you greet everyone women who come to the office, oh Very Special Agent DiNozzo?" The woman said with a playful tone.

"Not unless they're you." Which earned Tony a snort from McGee.

The woman walked over to Gibbs' desk and sat down, resting her chin on the back of her hands as she leaned against the desk with her elbows. "I doubt that much to be true, but I'm flattered nonetheless. I don't mind waiting for him, do you know when he'll be back?"

"I would say soon, but with Gibbs sometimes, you don't know." McGee answered before Tony could rely with another flirtatious remark. "Special Agent McGee, ma'am."

"It's nice to meet you, McGee, I've only heard good things about you so far." Both men stared at her questioningly, and she answered before they could ask. "I'm the new director. Call me Liza, for now."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." McGee said with a short nod.

Tony came up to Gibbs' desk and leaned against it, a smile still on his face. "And have you heard anything particular about me? I can assure you, I have many good qualities."

"Oh, yes, I've heard quite a few things about you, DiNozzo." A small smirk forming on her lips. "One of the top things is how obnoxious your flirting can be."

DiNozzo looked at her with a small amount of shock for a second before replacing with a smile and a small chuckle. "You can't always believe what people say. I guess we just gotta spend some more time together, say how about tomorrow night, 7 o'clock, I'll pick you up?"

Before Tony could hear a reply, a hard slap to the back of the head made him grunt and turn to see Gibbs walking up to the new director and giving her a kiss on the cheek before he turned to Tony to ask, "Are you hitting on my wife, DiNozzo?"

#ncis #ncis fandom #ncis gibbs #jethro gibbs #ncis imagine #tony dinozzo #ncis tony #ncis mcgee #tim mcgee #gibbs #gibbs wife #anthony dinozzo #dinozzo

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ncis-yp · 23 days

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Maybe… (Tony x reader) [FLUFF]

You stood up in the bathroom. Your hands were shaking, you were incredibly embarrassed. Your eyes were welling up with tears.

“Hey (y/n) wanna go t-“ he stopped and looked at you. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry Tony” you say shakily. He embraces, he looked and saw the blood on the sheets. He understood what you were so upset about.

“It’s okay (y/n). It’s gonna be okay” he rubs you back kicking the door closed. “What did you come to the bathroom to do? Change? Make up? What was it beautiful?”

“Shower to wash my hair” you sniffled into Tony’s shoulder as he rocked you back and forth.

“Okay then let’s do that” he let you go and kissed your lips softly. He turned on the water and helped you undress, not hesitating at your bloody pj pants. “I’ll let you do the rest okay?” You nodded.

“Thank you Tony” you say. He kissed your head and smiled.

“Of course” he picked up your pjs and told you to leave your underwear in the sink. He closed the door.

Tony’s POV~

There was a decent size stain on the bed. But nothing hydrogen peroxide, bleach, and hand wash, and a full wash couldn’t treat. Those poor white sheets, I thought.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed the hydrogen peroxide from underneath the sink and grabbed her underwear. I started on the underwear, letting the water run over it in the guest bathroom, while I treated the bed. I got most the stain out with peroxide, the bleach handwashing helped a lot. Her pj pants were waiting to be washed in the machine.

I grabbed her a dark towel and new sheets from the laundry room as I started the wash. I put the towel in the bathroom for her, a long with a fresh pad and a tampon from her bag… (yes I opened her backpack for a tampon and pad). Changed the sheets and opened the window for some fresh light.

When I tell you, she looked so cute when she came out of the bathroom, God was she precious. Hair wet and all clean. Smelling just like men’s soap.

Your POV~

You walked out and saw Tony sitting on the bed watching TV. You took that moment of fresh air and lighting to appreciate your boyfriend. You noticed the bed and sheets were made, pjs were gone, and there was a fresh pad and tampon in the bathroom for you.

“Hi gorgeous” he says acknowledging you. “You know, you always look so sexy when you come outta the shower, I don’t know what it is. But it makes it even better that you’re all mine today and I don’t have to share you with work” he pulled you into the bed.

“Tony I’m on my period” you giggle, pointing out the white comforter and sheets.

“Okay and???” He responds still pulling you close to him. “You can still cuddle with me (y/n). I wanna give you some love and affection” you allowed him to pull you deeper into his arms. “Besides… everything is washable” he contentedly sighed into your hair.

You smile at his words. Holding onto this moment of genuine love. Regardless of how white the sheets were compared to how red blood can be if you leak through. Tony didn’t care that you bled out on the bed last night, he cared more about you getting your shower than his bed.

“So… bottomless mimosas and waffles for breakfast?” Tony asks. “I’m hungry” he says bashfully.

“Ugh you know me so well” you jump outta bed. “I drive”

“Not my Mustang” he says following you.

“No, my challenger” you jingle your keys. “Or.. we can ra-“

“(Y/n) we are not racing” he picks you up. “I’m driving, you’re the princess” he smiles. And you follow suit

“Not my challenger”

“No, my Mustang” he winks

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coppertophomegurl · 9 months

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📢 WE DESERVED TO SEE THE EPISODE WHERE SOME IDIOT SMUGGLED A KOALA ON A SUBMARINE 📢😤

#ncis cbs #ncis #naval criminal investigative service #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs #leroy gibbs #gibbs #tony dinozzo #anthony dinozzo #dinozzo #tim mcgee #timothy mcgee #abby sciuto #ziva david #tony x ziva #tiva #7×1 Truth or Consequences

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storiesofsvu · 3 months

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Don’t get me wrong, I am fully in support of y’all sending anons/messages through the ask box to chat & share your thoughts/theories/stories/etc.

But sending 28 separate anons in the span of 24 hours without waiting for a single response is the fastest way to get blocked….

Yes. My requests are open. They are open for everything & everyone I write for. Yes. I still write for DiNozzo. Yes. He’s hot af & it’s a shame there’s so little content for him.

Feel free to send as many requests as you want, spam the inbox with them, fill it right up, and those don’t need replies as I save them up til i post most of the time.

If you wanna yell about your fave characters/ships/shows, go for it! But you can put it all into one message, i dont care how long it is.

#personal #dinozzo #stop doing this

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n-c-i-s-quotes · 2 months

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#69

“Tick, tick, boom McHurry, what is it with you and the clock?”

#dinozzo #mcgee #ncis #21x02

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theturnerfamily · 1 month

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@imighthavehorns

Name: Jason Dwight DiNozzo Alter: 19 Wesen: Dämon/Mensch Geburtsort: Palermo 🇮🇹

Sohn von:

Anthony DiNozzo jr. & Rorry Turner-DiNozzo

Bruder von:

'Chase' DiNozzo & Chiara Turner-DiNozzo

Enkel von:

Leon & Fiona Turner, Anthony DiNozzo Senior, Mrs. Paddington

Neffe von:

Cole & Caitlin Todd, Jade, Nicolo & Romeo DiNozzo

Cousin von:

Pandora Halliwell, Logen, Joel', Noel', Kingston, Cassandra, Aiden, Dean, Ares, Bacchius, Luciana & Lucrezia Turner, Silas DiNozzo

.

#dämon #mensch #Jason #DiNozzo #male

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zivainparis · 1 year

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I’m so tired. You better not be fucking with me, Michael.

#ncis #tiva #ziva david #ziva #tony dinozzo #DiNozzo #michael weatherly

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tobaccosmain · 2 months

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Watching NCIS and let me tell you season one episode "dead man talking" made me feel legitimately gross.

Goes to show how far we've managed to come in the trans community, i know transphobia is still rampant and awful, but wow....That episode was BAD bad... My god.

#ncis #leroy jethro gibbs #kate todd #tony dinozzo #dinozzo

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absterclaw · 1 year

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Black Widow 4

Word Count: 513

“What’s going on with you?” Ziva questions me overtop my desk in the bullpen. I give her a quizzical look in response. She throws her stubborn and knowing look back. I sigh.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” In truth, there wasn’t. Well, nothing that needed to be discussed at work, where the two morons could hear. Neither of which I could see from behind the Mossad officer.

Ziva narrows her eyes and slinks back to her desk. I’ve noticed that she’s been keeping a close eye on me the last few weeks. It’s something I would have done if I spotted something different with the other three as well. Not saying that there’s something different with me, but I’ve become more intensely aware of the guys lately. Especially since the explosion.

Tony chauffeurs me to my car daily and waits for me in the mornings in the parking lot. Gibbs, on the other hand, gets me coffee in the mornings. I’m not saying they’re annoying, coffee everyday is definitely a plus, but I’m starting the think there are other motives with these two. There’s always a possibility that Gibbs feels guilty for allowing a bomb to be set outside my apartment, but that leaves Tony unaccounted for. Well, he could just want to see up my skirt.

The elevator dings, a concerned Tony and impatient Gibbs walk out together. Both were holding two cups of coffee. Fantastic. Once I was spotted, they both scurried to the squad room. Tony arrived first, set down the steaming cup, and looked from Ziva to me. Gibbs sat at his desk, a disappointed look across his face.

“Why was your car here before mine, Y/N?” Tony scoffed and looked at Ziva. “Did you make her come early?” I rolled my eyes and shot an apologetic look to Ziva. She sparked back a mundane rejection and glanced back to her screen.

“Tony, I came in early because I got spooked last night. Thought someone was looking through my windows. Coming here seemed to be the best answer.” All four of my teammates glance at me.

“Y/N, why didn’t you call anyone? What if someone attacked you on your way here?” McGee piped in, worry etched on his face.

“Because I knew you all would worry.”

“Of course we would worry, Y/N! That’s what we’re supposed to do.” Ziva rounds her desk and slams her palms onto the wood around me. “This person hasn’t made contact in 15 days, but knows where you live. They could strike at any moment!”

“I don’t think Y/N should be on her own until we find the creep who’s pulling the strings.” Tony spits out. “I vote—”

“She’ll stay with me.” Gibbs smacks a stack of paper on his desk, leveling them with precision before slipping them into a yellow folder. “You’re right, DiNozzo, she shouldn’t be on her own. She’ll stay with me.” He looks up to meet Tony’s angry stare. It wasn’t long before he softened his gaze and retreated back to his desk.

“You’re right, Boss.”

#NCIS #Gibbs #DiNozzo #David #McGee #Jethro #Tony #Ziva #Tim #leroy jethro Gibbs #Tony DiNozzo #Ziva David #Tim McGee #Y/N #original story #story #original #writing

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geekinator · 2 years

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Rewatching Ziva’s last episode and the sadness just 😞 god I love her. I love them.

#ncis #ziva David #ziva #Anthony DiNozzo #DiNozzo #s11e12 #past present future #agent DiNozzo #very special agent anthony dinozzo #agent David #naval criminal investigative service

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chekhov-and-chill · 2 years

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Do you ever think about how Dead Air is an absolutely standard NCIS episode, probably below their average in quality (at least below the average quality up to season 11, can’t speak for anything after) and yet it spurned probably more episode tag fanfics than nearly any other “case of the week” episode? Simply bc the writers were so intent on making Tony the butt of the joke that they left a window open for the fandom to turn up the Tony whump (and, as we all know, Tony whump is the #1 driver of NCIS fanfic). Bc I think about that a lot.

#ffs this fixation won’t let me GO #it’s been nearly a DECADE since I watched a full episode of NCIS #and yet these things still stick with me #what even are brains #why do they work like this #NCIS #tony dinozzo #dinozzo #anthony dinozzo

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decieve-ineigle-obfuscate · 2 years

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Our Old Friend, Death: Chapter 6

Summary: Transferring to the main branch of NCIS is a big change from working on an island. While competent, Georgia Vanlow has always understood human psychology better than she’s been able to work with it. But psychology and coping mechanisms aren’t always enough to adjust to new situations. Especially when plans go awry, and profiling your teammates just won’t get you through hell.

Warnings: Language

Warnings: 1.3K Words

I followed Cate into the main office. "So, what's the plan?" I asked.

"We are going over every scrap of paper relating to this case. And see what we can get. Tony and Gibbs are checking out the last 3 crime scenes. I was informed the murders have been moving further and further on base."

"Make a geographical profile."

She hummed in reply. "Good job. It's gonna be tedious. I'll tell you that much."

I shrugged. "S'fine. I'll live."

Cate spoke to the Lance Corporal at the front desk, and we were led into a room lined wall to wall with shelves crammed with boxes.

"Have fun. Use the table. Don't remove any items from the room. Ask the private if you need help. Kay?" She said.

We nodded, and a private stepped in. "I'll be here to supervise and help if you need."

Cate pulled down the first box we needed.

The private reached out and grabbed the other end of the box.

Cate made a face.

I glanced over at her. "Didn't you say, "if we need"?" I asked.

He let go of the box and backed away. "Apologies."

I nodded slowly and began pulling files out onto the table. "This is the file from the first one. There's… there's only one page." I said, looking up at the private. "The fuck?"

"We didn't exactly have you guys. We thought it was a freak accident."

I pursed my lips. "You thought the scene from Fargo was an accident? Fucking how?" I snapped.

He sighed. "I… I'm honestly not sure, ma'am. I had raised concerns."

"Well, at least someone on this base has half a fucking brain," I muttered, looking through the files. "It took you guys finding the third one before we were called."

"He's escalating," Cate muttered.

"Yeah. One 6 months ago. One 2 months ago. Then one 2 days ago and today." I agreed.

"Why?" The private asked.

"We don't know. That's what we're trying to find out. Be easier if we had more than 2 days on the case." I muttered.

"Well, we have a lot of evidence. The three boxes on the top shelf are just pictures. The next three boxes below are evidence."

I glanced over my shoulder. "Great."

I slumped down onto the table. "We've been here for 11 hours, and I'm no closer to figuring this out than I was this morning."

"Gibbs talked to the guy who shot at you yesterday morning. He got nothing either." Cate said quietly.

"I need coffee. Want some?"

She nodded, putting the files back in the open box before following me out of the room.

We walked into the break room, and I checked the percolators.

"This one's almost empty," I said, pouring a cup from that one.

"And?" She asked.

"If you take coffee near military personnel, you replace it! Always go for the almost empty one, then brew a new pot. Or, in this case, percolator.

She nodded. "That a rule?"

I shook my head.

"Should be."

I looked over my shoulder to see Gibbs.

"Hey, boss," Cate said.

"Got anything?" He asked.

"Nope. The files are about 2-3 pages each. Then there are about 2 and a half boxes of pictures and then 3 of evidence. We went through everything, and we're no closer than we were when we walked into that room." Cate said.

He sighed. "I didn't get anything out of the shooter either. He was wired damn near half a million to shoot at us. No name, just money. He's got parents to provide for, so he took the money. That's all."

Cate sighed and nodded.

I downed the cup of coffee and poured myself another cup before setting up another brew.

"What about you, Vanlow?"

I shrugged. "Dunno. Doesn't make sense."

He nodded. "It's already 10 pm. Let's head back to the house and get some rest. We're obviously not going to get anything else tonight. I want to see if anything else happens overnight since the shooter's in custody now."

I nodded, grabbed my cup of coffee, and followed them out to the car.

Tony was already leaning on the hood of the car and yawning. "You girls get anything done?" He asked.

"What do you think?" Cate snapped.

"Same, honestly. we sat with the guy who shot at Gibbs and Georgia, but we got nothing."

"Not true." I interrupted.

"Huh?" Tony asked.

"We know someone wired him money to shoot at or kill us. Just because it's not what we wanted to hear doesn't mean it's nothing."

"How so?" Gibbs asked.

"If money was transferred, we can track it. Whoever paid him can be found. No one's invisible. Rule 14, no detail is insignificant." I replied.

Gibbs nodded. "We'll work on it in the morning."

"Work on what?"

I turned to see Arthur.

"Work," Gibbs said, climbing into the car.

"I'm driving! Tony shouted.

I climbed into the driver's seat and patted Tony's arm. "No, I'll drive. Hop in the back."

"Mind if I catch a ride?" Arthur asked. "I kinda rode were with you."

"Sure. Back seat middle hump." I offered.

He pursed his lips. "Maybe I'll walk?"

"Get in the car, Agent Potts," Gibbs ordered.

Arthur sighed and climbed into the car fore being followed by Cate. "Sucks to be you, Potts."

I reached back and smacked the shit out of Tony's leg before pulling out of the parking lot.

"Shit! Mom's arm hurts. My step-mom used to do that when I was little. Hurt like hell then too."

I chuckled and showed my badge to the guard at the gate. "You weren't here this morning," I stated.

"No one shot at one of our CO until this morning. Have a good night, ma'am."

"You too."

I pulled away from the gate and drove down the road to the house we were staying at on base.

"Dibs on the shower," Tony said.

"Tony, if you take a shower and don't leave me hot water, I will shoot you." Cate threatened.

"Uh… maybe Cate has dibs on the shower."

"I'll hogtie you both and shoot you if I can't wash my run and the rest of the day off. Clear?" I said.

"I think Georgia had dibs on the shower," Tony said.

"Mhmm." Cate agreed.

I smiled and pulled into the parking lot.

I put the car in park and turned it off.

Gibbs exited the car with me. While Tony and Cate grabbed their things, I locked the car doors and headed to the house

I heard them shouting from the car as I went inside and to the room, I shared with Cate.

"That was a cheap move, Vanlow," Gibbs said, leaning against the door jamb.

"I want the shower. I know they'll plough people down to get the shower. I'm not taking any chances." I replied, setting my bag down.

He nodded and left the room.

I kicked my door shut and stripped down before climbing into the shower.

Upon my exiting the shower, Cate w sat on the edge of the bed.

"You really stuck me in the care with Tony and your ex-boss? It's so dark out that Gibbs had to come and let us out of the car. We couldn't even find the manual locks."

I shrugged. "Sorry, just because Tony said he'd let me have the first shower doesn't mean I trust him to follow through."

She smirked. "Well, you could've let me out. We could've shared the shower."

"If I thought for one second you could've gotten around the car in the time, I would've left you out," I replied, kissing her gently.

"You don't think I'm faster than Tony?" She asked.

"I don't think you're as desperate or nefarious as Tony," I said.

"You think Tony's nefarious?"

I shrugged. "Back-stubby sounds kinda childish."

"Well, Tony's childish. Turnabout's fair play."

I pushed her back onto the bed. "Wanna do something not-childish?"

"Love that idea. I'm putting you on probation because you locked me in the car." She rolled off the bed and slipped into the bathroom. "Night, Georgia!"

"Night… Cate." I said quietly.