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misfit0789 · 5 days

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Rule 12 | Abby Scuito

Y/n's POV

"Tony, how's my little niece?" I ask my brother over the phone. He and Tali had just left Washington to travel after Ziva died. He changed for the better once he found out about Tali.

"She's fine Y/n/n, she misses you," he says, I sigh.

"I miss her too, I'll try and visit you guys soon," I say walking back to my living room in my apartment. Tony asked if I wanted to stay in his old one but after finding out about the people dying there I wasn't for it.

"Sounds good, I got to go. I'll call you later sis," He says hanging up before I got the chance to reply. I pull the phone away from my ear and roll my eyes.

"Idiot," I shake my head and sit on the couch turning Netflix on. One thing is my brother and I are both big movie people, we would always watch them when we were younger and just enjoy ourselves. We were basically all each other had.

Just as I'm about to put on Spider-Man 3 someone starts banging on my door. "Y/n open up!" I groan and get up walking to the door. I open it and glare at whose standing there.

"Can I help you Ellie? It's 11 o'Clock at night," I groan leaning on the door frame. She gives me a sheepish smile before holding up a fast food bag. I sigh and step aside letting her in. She laughs and walks past me handing me the bag as she goes to sit on the couch.

"Is it so wrong for me to want to see my best friend?" She asks, I roll my eyes eating a fry out of the bag, "No, but when it's 11 o'clock at night and you know I spend my Friday nights watching movies and hate being interrupted," I pause and pretend to think," yes," I say sitting next to her and pressing play on the movie and grabbing my burger out of the bag, taking a bite.

"Oh stop it, you can survive one night not watching a movie, besides I need your help," she says going quiet. I swallow the piece of my burger and look at her confused. "El, what's going on? Is Jake still bugging you? Because I will happily beat his ass for you...again," I say mumbling the last part but she still heard me as she shoves me to the side. "What? I had to do something. The asshole thought it was okay to cheat and expected you to take him back. Bitch no! You cheated you pay the consequences." I say getting pissed as I think about that bastard.

"No, it's not Jake, but thank you for being so protective. It's actually case related..." She trails off. I haven't been to the office since Tony left. It just didn't feel right to me to be there with my brother not there. Ellie is the only one I've kept in contact with since he left 3 months ago. She's kept me updated on everyone. McGee is gonna propose to Delilah, there's this new guy named Torres, and Gibbs is well Gibbs.

"Bishop you know I don't feel comfortable being there since Tony left. I fell like everyone judges me," I say setting my burger down on the bag on my coffee table in front of us. "You'll be fine, besides, Abby needs you," She says the last part in a slow teasing manner causing me to snap my head up and glare at her. "El stop, I told you, that was a one time thing," I get off the couch and grab what's left of my food bringing it to the kitchen. She gets up and follows after me.

"Please Y/n/n? It's the firewall on the victims computer, none of us can crack it and you're our only other option, please?" she pouts, I groan walking away knowing I'll crack.

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Please"

"Ughh okay fine I'll help, now leave me alone so I can watch Toby McGuire in peace." I say falling back on my couch and lay across it giving Ellie no where to sit. "Thank you, I'm sure Abby will be pleased to see you," she smirks pushing my head up and sitting down causing my head to fall on her lap. I groan but don't respond continuing to watch the movie.

Time Skip

"Dude chill," Ellie says. We're in the elevator on the way to the squad room but I can't stop shaking my leg. "I'm sorry El, I don't even know why I'm so nervous. I guess it'll just be weird being here without Tony." I say, she rubs my arm in a comforting manner, "It'll be okay, I'll be with you the whole way," She says, I smile and give her a nod thanking her, she smiles and gives me a nod in return. The elevators ding and we walk off the elevator towards her desk.

Ellie sits at her desk while I stand behind her wall divider and lean on it, watching as Tim and some other guy talk to each other facing the monitor. "So where is this firewall THE Timothy McGee can't crack?" I ask making my presence known to them. They both turn around confused before Tim's face lights up, as he begins to walk towards me.

"Is that Y/n DiNozzo I see?" I laugh, pushing myself off the wall and meet him in the middle pulling him into a hug, "Hey Tim," I say, "How are you? How's Delilah?" I ask. He smiles, "We're both doing great, Thank you, She's actually in Dubai right now but she should be back soon. You'll have to come over for dinner soon." He says, I nod agreeing. We pull back when someone clears their throat. I look and see the guy Tim was talking too standing there with a big smile on his face.

"Hola, beautiful. I'm Special Agent Nick Torres," he says reaching for my hand, taking it in his and kissing the back of it. I look at him in disgust causing Bishop and McGee to laugh leaving Torres confused. "What?" he asks offended, letting my hand go.

"She's gay Torres," Bishop says in between laughter. He blushes in embarrassment and walks back to his desk. I join the other two in laughter. I immediately stop when I see Gibbs come in with a cup of coffee in his hand, while the others continue, I try to stop them but it doesn't work.

"Something funny McGee?" He asks, Tim immediately stops along with Bishop. "No Boss, just talking to Y/n," he says. Gibbs turns and looks at me, I smile and wave shyly. "Y/n," He smiles pulling me in for a hug, I slowly hug him back surprised at his actions. Gibbs and I never really talked when I'd visit Tony at the office so this is a big surprise.

"Uhh hey Gibbs, I just came by because Ellie mentioned some trouble with a firewall..." I trail off, he pulls back and nods. "Yea, Abby has been in the lab all night trying to crack it. Some new fresh eyes may be helpful. Do you still remember where the lab is?" He asks, I nod and give him a smile. "Yea, I should be able to make it there. I'll see you guys later." I wave to them, Bishop gives me an encouraging look. I nod and smile in thanks before turning and walking towards the elevator. I press the down button and wait for the doors to open. Looking down and noticing my shoes untied I kneel down and tie it.

As I'm tying them I hear the doors open followed by a gasp. I look up a bit and see shoes I know all to well. I slowly stand up and come face to face Abby Sciuto. "Oh uh hey," she says avoiding eye contact. "Hey," I say, "I was just on my way down, Bishop had mentioned something about a firewall." I say slowly standing up, almost eye level with her, as I'm a few inches taller even when she's wearing her boots.

"Oh, yeah, um I was just coming up to get Bishop but I guess you'll do," She says, turning back around and walking into the elevator. I stand there in a daze, "You coming or what?" She asks, I shake my head snapping out of it and follow her into the elevator. She presses the button for the floor of her lab and we are left in awkward silence.

The doors open and I let her go out first before following behind her into her lab. I stop at the door and look around smiling at the memories we shared in here when I would visit Tony.

"Y/n?" I snap out of it and look to see Abby looking at me confused, "You okay? You keep zoning out," She asks worried, I nod and give her a fake smile, which if she notices she doesn't mention. "Sorry, just got caught up in my head," I apologize, she nods and turns back to her computers.

"So, the petty officer was big into security software and ended up creating his own firewall for his computer and none of us can seem to figure out how to crack it. Bishop suggested you might be able to help." Abby explains, I nod and look at the code on the screen and smirk.

"None of you could crack this? I did this my freshman year in college. This is easy, may I?" I ask motioning to the keyboard, she nods and steps to the side letting me go ahead. I nod in thanks and step closer to her and start decoding the firewall. I get into decoding it I don't notice how close Abby and I are, nor that she is staring at me.

"Done," I say with a smile as the petty officers home screen appears. I turn to Abby and gasp at our closeness, I look down slightly and glance from her eyes to her lips as she does the same to me. Just as I'm about to lean in Gibbs comes in the room with two Caf-Pows and Bishop and McGee behind him, I jump away from Abby and clear my throat. Gibbs pays no mind while McGee and Bishop share a look and smirk at us causing me to glare slightly at them.

"Whatcha got Y/n/n and Abs?" Gibbs asks handing us both our Caf-Pows. "I was able to crack the firewall and get into his laptop but we haven't had a chance to-" Abby cuts me off before I can finish.

"Got something" I look at her surprised. "Turns out our dead petty officer had a thing for military blueprints," She pulls up the different blueprints that were on his computer.

"Never mind then," I mumble under my breath as Abby continues on talking to Gibbs. "You alright?" Bishop comes up to me and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. I nod and take a sip of my Caf-Pow. "I will be," I sigh, she gives me another comforting squeeze.

"Bishop, McGee lets go, Abby got a lead on where the petty officer was getting the blueprints from." Gibbs says, giving Abby a kiss on the cheek and walking out with Bishop and McGee not far behind leaving Abby and I in her lab...alone.

"So... about earlier before Gibbs interrupted us..." She trails off. "Oh yeah, um we can just forget that ever happened." I say rubbing the back of my neck nervously. "But what if I don't want to," she says stepping closer to me leaving little space between us. I gasp causing her to smirk. She steps even closer and wraps her arms around my neck.

"Nervous?" She asks leaning up, with a sudden burst of confidence I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her even closer to me so our bodies are pressed up against each other. This time she gasps. "No, are you?" I ask leaning down slightly, she slowly shakes her head. Tired of all this teasing I lean down fully and pull her into a kiss, she gasps but kisses back, tightening her grip on my neck.

We both get lost in the kiss, having missed the feeling of being close to each other. We pull back since breathing is still a thing. "Whoa," I whisper, after we pull away. "Yeah," she whispers back looking up into my eyes. I see something I've never seen in them before but before anything else can be said my phone goes off. I look at Abby apologetically but she waves me off and lets go making me, I sigh at the loss of contact but answer my phone anyways.

"DiNozzo" I sigh, watching Abby move around so effortlessly. "Hey sis, did I interrupt something?" Tony asks, "No, just working in the lab with Abby, the team needed my help on a case," I explain to my older brother. "Ohhh, just working?" He asks, I can hear the smirk. "Stop it, what do you want?" I ask annoyed now.

"Just checking up on you, you know how I can get when I don't hear from you." He explains, a smile appearing on my face. "I know Tony, thank you and sorry, I've been with the team all day."

"Don't sweat it, just making sure you're good. Besides Tali wanted to say hi," He says, I hear shuffling and soon I hear the little voice of my niece speaking through the phone. "Aunt Y/n/n!!" she yells. "My little Tali! How are you?" I say back just as enthusiastically a her.

"Good, when will I see you again? I miss playing tea party with you," She asks, most likely pouting. "Awww I'm sorry sweetie, hopefully soon. I miss my little princess Tali," I say, she cheers. I'm assuming she gave Tony back the phone since he's who I hear next.

"She really does miss you Y/n/n," He sighs, I sigh too, "I know and I'm sorry Tony but it's hard for me to just drop everything and leave. My supervisor has been an ass lately and takes credit for all my work resulting in our boss pushing me harder. I got lucky to even have today off." I say walking and sitting on the chair at Abby's desk.

"I'm sorry sis, look I got to go, I'll call you later. Love you," He says. "Love you too Tony," I hang up, placing my phone on the desk and putting my head down.

"Everything okay?" Abby asks, walking over to me. I sigh and shake my head, "Not really my supervisor is an ass and keeps taking credit for everything I'm doing which makes our boss push on me even harder while my supervisor just sits there and does nothing leaving me with twice the work. It's not fun," I say leaning back in the chair throwing my arms over my eyes.

"Hey, I'm sure it'll all turn out alright. You're one of the smartest people I know. I mean aside from Bishop, McGee, Ducky, Gibbs and-"

"I get it Abs, thank you," I say laughing a bit. We sit in silence for a few before I decide to break it. "So I think we should talk about before," She sighs and nods.

"Yeah... look I like you Y/n and I have ever since we...you know. It's just I don't know. I'm scared." She says looking down.

Hey, it's okay," I reach out for her hands and pull her closer to me so she's standing in between my legs, while I'm still sitting. "I'm scared too, but I like you and I can feel something between us. Besides we don't work together all the time so there's no going against Gibbs rules." I try and joke causing her to let out a small laugh, "But if you don't want to be anything I understand," I say slowly letting her hands go.

"Y/n... I like you too, and I do want us to be something" She says taking hold of my hands again. I look up at her with a smile on my face which she returns. "Really?"

"Of course you dork," She laughs moving to sit on my lap and wrap her arms around my neck pulling me into a kiss. I pause before wrapping my arms around her waist holding her close.

"So does this mean you're my girlfriend?" I whisper as we pull away, she nods and gives me a quick kiss. I smile and give her a quick kiss.

Time Skip

Abby and I have been sitting in her lab talking for the past few hours, when Gibbs comes in the lab. "Y/n I need to speak to you," he says, I gulp but nod and stand up, walking over to him.

"Yes?" I ask. "I know how things at your job now are and after your help today I think we could use you." He says with a smile.

"What are you trying to say?" I ask him confused. "Welcome to the team Y/n," he says with a smile before walking out. I turn and look at Abby shocked.

"So much for not breaking his rules," I sigh.

#abby scuito #anthony dinozzo #ncis #ncis x reader #abby scuito x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ellie bishop

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ncisfranchise-source · 4 months

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Heading into its 21st season, NCIS has a tough job: properly paying tribute to David McCallum, who died at the age of 90 in September, and his character, Dr. Donald “Ducky” Mallard, who was first introduced in the backdoor pilot episodes of JAG in 2003.

Season 21 Episode 2, airing on February 19, 2024, is the one tasked with doing just that, and it will be cowritten by the actor whose character we first met as Ducky’s assistant, Brian Dietzen. (Jimmy Palmer is now a doctor himself and the chief medical examiner.) Dietzen is once again collaborating with Scott Williams, with whom he wrote Season 19’s “The Helpers” and Season 20’s “Old Wounds.”

“In the episode, the team will learn of Ducky’s passing and reflect on their memories of him as they grieve,” co-showrunners/executive producers Steven D. Binder and David North told TVLine. “And true to Ducky’s meticulous and compassionate nature, even after he’s gone, he still manages to solve one last crime with the team.” They also promised “a very touching and special moment you won’t want to miss.”

But what moments need to be in what is sure to be one of the most powerful, touching episodes of the series? We suggest just those below.

An episode worthy of David McCallum and Ducky

Listen, this should go without saying and it’s more likely than not that we’ll get it, but it’s the only way to kick off this list. Whatever the tribute ends up being, it should be one that would make McCallum proud and properly reflects what both his and Ducky’s legacies mean for the show and franchise. That, of course, would include flashbacks to significant moments over the past 20 seasons.

Major returns — or at least mentions

While Dietzen and Sean Murray (who plays Tim McGee) have both been part of the show since Season 1, they were both introduced (and recurred) then. But Gibbs (Mark Harmon) has a long history with Ducky — the 400th episode detailed its origins — and Tony (Michael Weatherly), too, was part of the JAG episodes. We also saw what Ducky meant to characters who have since left like Ziva (Cote de Pablo) and Abby (Pauley Perrette) over the years. (Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, and Abby are also characters Dietzen told TV Insider in February he “would be ecstatic to write for.”) At least one major return would be great — especially from Harmon, given Ducky and Gibbs’ friendship — but if that doesn’t happen, these characters need to at least be mentioned in a significant way.

At least one flashback with Young Ducky

Adam Campbell has appeared in four episodes since Season 12, including the 400th, as young Ducky, and from his first, it was clear he was perfect casting. And if Mark Harmon isn’t in the episode, his son Sean Harmon could always return as young Gibbs for a flashback highlighting the early days of that friendship.

Palmer sharing an anecdote about Ducky...

… just like Ducky did all the time. He’s the perfect person to deliver it, and it would be especially fitting if that is what helps the team solve its case, given Binder and North’s tease in their statement.

Heartfelt emotion, grief, and joy

It’s going to be a heartbreaking hour. We already know that. But there needs to be (at least a little) joy as well as Ducky’s life is celebrated. Not only could that work, but it could also fit the bill of what Dietzen previously told us he wanted to tackle when it came to writing his next episode: “I would love to do a lighter show, for sure. … But that said, if I could dig into some darker stuff with any one of these characters, that would be a joy to do as well.” Ducky lived a long life. There are some stories still to be told. Those could certainly bring some laughs.

Acknowledgement of what Ducky meant to NCIS beyond the team (and their memories)

Sometimes it’s easy to forget about the rest of the agency, but Ducky didn’t just work with this one team. And he continued to mean quite a deal to NCIS as its historian after he left the chief ME position. There could be some sort of gathering — outside of a funeral, if that’s shown — or not, but what there definitely needs to be is something permanent in the building that serves as a reminder of the legacy Ducky has left behind.

It ends in the morgue

Empty, lights out.

#ncis

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butchosprey · 2 years

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Splatoon OC Lore

I’ll be putting this under the page break, but my Splatoon OC lore if you wanna read! This is before the timeskip in my lore, when most of the characters are 16 - 18.

ZIVA MOSES - THEY / THEM - 17

From the outside, Ziva seems relatively carefree. They’ll flirt with a girl they’ve just met, and it’s very apparent they have confidence in themselves. However, Ziva’s also a very caring friend and older sister – to a fault. They can often be overprotective, especially with their little sister, Paz. The two’s mother left them when they were young, but the issue manifests more so in Ziva than Paz.

The two are Colossal Squids – a rare kind of Inkling with massive 40-foot long Kraken forms. They are capable of turning into this form semi out of will, but these forms are banned from Ink Battles. When Ziva’s incredibly angry, there’s a chance they’ll turn into a Kraken – but this has only happened a handful of times.

Ziva’s father and grandmother are their main caregivers. They mainly live with their grandmother in Splatsville, and occasionally go out to their father’s ranch to help him out.

Ziva mains Octobrush.

PAZ MOSES - SHE / HER - 16

Despite her age, Paz has managed to accomplish a lot. She’s incredibly smart, and that talent earned her a scholarship to a prestigious private school. Similarly to Ziva, Paz is outgoing and sociable. Paz is very friendly, and she will go out of her way to make others feel included. She’s also very headstrong and stubborn, and this often leads to bickering between her and Ziva. Most of their headbutting is just the two messing with each other, thankfully.

Paz has similar abilities to Ziva – she also has a massive Kraken form. However, she seems more in control of it than Ziva. Paz also does a lot of art in her spare time, and even created their team logo.

Paz mains Dapple Dualies.

TEA REYEZ - SHE / HER - 16

When Tea was 10, she immigrated to Splatsville with her mother. Despite struggling at first to learn Inklish, she eventually gets a hold of it, and starts to excel at her education – enough so to land in the same private school as Paz. The two eventually meet and befriend, and this is how Tea is introduced to the Bulletbirds. Most of her experience with Ink Battles has been solo, but she proves to be an amazing sniper.

Tea didn’t really have friends before becoming a part of the squad, as she’s painfully shy. However, they help her feel at home, and her true personality slowly starts showing itself. Tea has a secret mischievous side, which slowly becomes enabled by Paz. She quickly becomes everyone’s favorite teammate, as she does a great job of protecting the others and preventing other teams from pushing.

Early on, Tea crushes on Ziva – but assumes it’s one-sided, due to how Ziva often flirts with every girl. Or… is it really one-sided…?

Tea mains Firefin Splatterscope.

BLAIR KERSEY - SHE / HER - 18

If you’re getting 2000 – 2010 Hot Topic goth, Invader Zim fan vibes from Blair, that’s exactly what I was aiming for. Shortly after she was born, Blair was adopted by her two dads, and has lived a relatively care free life. She met Ziva when they were much younger, and the two have been friends since. The two seem like relative opposites, with Ziva being very much so a jock and Blair being a textbook definition of a nerd.

However, Blair brings out Ziva’s secretly nerdy side, as the two have gone to renaissance fairs and ran Dungeons & Krakens campaigns together. The two had a long duo Ink Battle career together, and even got all the way to S+ rank before taking on Paz and eventually Tea. Blair can be very honest – too honest. She doesn’t fear holding back her opinions, as she’s very blunt.

Blair mains Zink Mini Splatling, but is pretty flexible with the Splatling class.

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chicagofanfictionfan · 2 years

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Sailing Part 28

‘Son of a bitch,’ muttered Gibbs, as he emerged from belowdecks of the boat as soon as the storm had passed. ‘That was something else.’

Ziva, Tim, Tony, Abby and [Y/N] were still wearing their life jackets, were right behind him, on his six. Their reactions echoed his as they gazed around. All in all, the Third Commandment never stood much of a chance. Tony in particular sounded like a broken record. ‘Jesus Fucking Christ,’ he kept repeating – for good reasons, too.

The deck looked like a war zone in the middle of Iraq. There was splintered wood at nearly every step, shattered nautical instruments along the helm, and a veritable obstacle course of strewn ropes and seat cushions everywhere else. And it only got worse when they all peered upwards. ‘I don’t fucking believe it!’

‘If you don’t believe, son – then stop calling on poor Jesus,’ Gibbs told his son; Tony, slapping him on the back of the head.

The jolt they had all felt while riding out the storm the night before was exactly what Gibbs had said it was – Lightning – the mainmast must have been hit dead on – which pretty much explained the second jolt, which immediately followed.

The top of the mast had been completely sheared off! Cut in two.

It had plummeted eighty feet, smashing into the deck – or rather – what was left of the deck.

The new developments were what had prompted Gibbs to activate the EPIRB. Even if they were lucky enough to survive the storm, he knew that without a workable mast, their sailing days on The Family Gibbs would be absolutely, positively – done – this vacation was over, and given the circumstances, none too soon.

Now, standing on the deck in broad daylight, he could see that his decision was the right one. ‘Dad, when will the rescue people get here?’ asked Gibbs’ second born son; Tim.

‘I imagine the Coast Guard has to wait a bit for the storm to pass the area,’ he answered. ‘As soon as they can come, though, they will.’

‘Are you sure?’ asked [Y/N], less than convinced and looking a little paler than usual. ‘Yes, [Y/N] – I’m sure they’ll be here. They know there’s a problem. They’re good at what they do.’

‘They fucking better be!’ said Tony, still staring at what remained of the mast. Scorched black where the top had broken off, it looked like a big burnt matchstick. Gibbs had reassured his children and their girlfriends a second time. He was concerned for Tony’s girlfriend; Ziva. They all had been holding on for dear life during the storm, but it was Ziva who appeared the most shaken up right now.

‘You okay, Ziver?’ Gibbs said to her. Ziva nodded. To almost anyone else that’s all it would’ve been – a simple nod. To Gibbs, though, it was more – he could read between the lines. Ziva had been dealing with more than just her fear – she was mossad an Israeli. This trip was his idea in the first place, it was his fault. That’s when it finally clicked for him.

Jethro’s eyes darted from Ziva to Tim, Tony, [Y/N] and Abby, each one looking paler than the next. I’m not doing my job, he suddenly realized.

He was Tim, Tony and [Y/N]’s father, responsible for their well-being, and as such he was setting the wrong example right now. After the eight-hour, white-knuckled ride of their lives, this was no time for doom and gloom. They should all be happy. No – on second thought, they should be celebrating. They were alive!

#ncis x reader #gibbs reader insert #leroy jethro gibbs x reader

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thatcaithness · 4 years

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Murray: This kind of looks like you. Tony: It is. Murray: How close were you two? Tony: Give me that.

#this quote kills me #it´s just after ziva left #poor tony

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heller-obama · 4 years

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Wow 17x14 really did that to us didn’t they

#THE ANGST #THE NICK AND ELLIE BEING ADORABLE #if those two dont kiss in the finale i will scream #or before the finale i accept that too #these types of shows have a history of creating HUGE chemistry between characters and then waiting y e a r s to act on iy #and sometimes they dont even show us!!!#example: tony and ziva #like cmon they had their chance when they brought ziva back #and before you come after me yeah yeah ik michael weatherly has bull hes busy with #but s t i l l #also gibbs really fuckin just killed a n o t h e r guy #like wtf man come on #hashtag gibbs stop killing people bc you cant arrest them challenge #but like??? at least ellie didnt murder him??#‘they are the only kids i have left!!’ they really did that to us didnt they #yes im talking about ncis #how many other shows do i watch have 17 seasons??#ncis 17x14 #tim mcgee #ellie bishop #nick torres #ncis #kasie hines #leon vance #jimmy palmer #leroy jethro gibbs #edit: ok i just learned that they cut the season short akdkskdjdkdjdjdn cmon corona

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an-angels-blessing · 3 years

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Sugar Baby

Song🐣🎵- N/A

Artist🤸‍♂️🎤- N/A

Warnings😳⛔- Fluff, Dinozzo being... well Dinozzo

Prompt🥺🔥- N/A

A 5" 2' black haired woman who appeared to be in her late 20's walked into the quiet office area wearing a guest pass on the strap of her black cross bag. When the elevator door closed, the team's eyes were on this beautiful ebony woman.

~~~~~~~ Reader P.o.v.~~~~~~~

As I walk into the room I don't see who I came here to see, but I can recognize a few members from Jethros description. As I walk over to the group of NCIS agents, who I believe is Dinozzo, walks over to me, taking my hand in his own and kissing it. This causes me to laugh slightly, "Hi, what's your name gorgeous?" I try not to bust out laughing knowing that if Jethro saw this he would flip. Y/N." I give him a quick answer before showing him a smile. I could see the people behind him tense at his attempt to flirt with me. "Well Y/N, I'm Anthony Dinozzo, but you can call me Tony. Where have you been my whole life?" He finally drops my hand as he finishes talking, a cocky smirk planted on his face, not a Jethro smirk but a fuck boy smirk. "London and Married." Those 3 words cause his mouth to hang open and the 2 people behind him to laugh, loudly. I push his chin up, closing his mouth and pat his shoulder as I walk away from him, towards the other 2 agents. "I'm Ziva David and this is Timothy Mcgee. How can we help you?" The female agent holds her hand out for me to shake and I quickly accept with a smile. I then shake Tim's hand and then take a quick look around the entire room. "Is agent Gibbs here at the moment?" The three agents tense at my mention of their stoic boss. "He is down in Autopsy, he should be back soon. Is there something you need him for?" Mcgee breaks the silence in the room, causing me to nod my head. "Well have a seat Y/N" Dinozzo suddenly snaps back into action, point in the direction of what I am guessing is his desk. I take one last look around the room and land on the 4 desks in my vicinity. I take in all the aspects and finally spot Jethro's desk, there is a cup of coffee on the desk, and even more in the trash. I take a seat in his chair and I can see the agents instantly tense and stress. "You might not want to-" Before Tony can finish his sentence I grab the cup off the desk and take a sip. The three agents almost faint, and if the situation was different I would have laughed. Before the agents could get me out of his seat, Jethro exits the elevator. "What the hell are the three of you looking at?" I'm guessing that he hasn't seen me by his words but when he does, I could see his struggle to not smile, which makes me smile. "Boss, she was looking for you and she didn't know it was your desk." Tony goes into a frenzy trying to get his boss to not kill me.

This recieves him a smack to the back of the head, before Jethro grabs the cup out of my hand and takes a sip, shocking the agents. "You should have seen it J, Tony tried to flirt with me." A giggle escapes before I can even finish my sentence, I can see that he wants to be mad but a low chuckle escapes as he takes another sip. If his team wasn't shocked before, they are now. I can see that he wants to sit down, so I get up and go to get another chair, but before I can, Jethro sits down and grabs my waist, pulling me down on his lap. "Does someone want to explain what is happening?" I know that all of them want answers but Tony is the only one with the confidence. It's obvious that Jethro isn't going to answer by the way he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him before picking up a file off his desk. I go to answer but the elevator dings and Abby walks out, almost instantly seeing me. "Mrs. Gibbs!" Tony's knees buckle at her outburst of my name, causing not only his coworkers to laugh but me as well. "Hello Abby, stop with the misses. I'm younger than you babe." She rushes over to me and hugs me, attempting to not anger Jethro by moving me off of his lap. "G-g-gibbs?!" I think Tony was still coming to grips with Abby's use of my last name. I try to stand up to introduce myself properly but he refuses to let me stand so I remain on his lap and lean into his touch. "Hi, I'm Y/N Gibbs. This man's wife " I rub his thigh, no one can see it, but the tightening of his grip on my waist let's me know that he had a reaction to it. "You're married to him?!" I could feel Jethro tense, I know he has

insecurities about the age gap between the two of us. This made me get extremely defensive, "What.... did you expect me to date you? Sorry, well... not really." Abby starts squealing, she already knew about us but she gets excited everytime. The sequel grabbed EVERYONE'S attention, causing her to quickly apologize. I could tell that Dinozzo wanted to say something else. "Speak Tony." He tensed at my tone and thought about canceling the thought before actually speaking. "So... Sugar Daddy?" This catches all of us of guard, but nonetheless it makes me laugh, I can't tell if he's serious or if he's joking, which only makes me laugh harder. "I have an IQ of 195, I don't need a sugar daddy" I can't help but laugh again. "I'm sorry, but-" Before Mcgee could finish his sentence, Jethro spoke and I mimicked him in a terrible American Accent. "Rule 6" He quickly silenced himself, "I'm joking, he's not. Continue Tim." I smile at the shy male, it can't be easy remembering Jethros rules. "With an IQ that high, shouldn't you be famous." I don't exactly know what to this statement, because I'm not famous in the way he'd think. "So what do you do?" I sigh, thinking of how to answer the boy, so I settled with part of the truth. "I'm a student at Marymount University." Someone else was about to speak up when my phone rang and I instantly know who it was, JJ, telling me that we had a new case. "L/N speaking." After speaking, I could hear Jethro whisper into my other ear, "Liar." The first words that came out of her mouth was exactly what I was expecting. "We got a new case, D.C. district. Call that husband of yours, last victim was a Naval officer. Meet at the table." I could hear Em and Spence in the back, talking about God knows what with how Spence's brain works. "I'm in D.C." I could hear slight giggles from my statement, they didn't know I drove an hour just to see Jethro. "Ok, I'll get Garcia to send you the file." After her sentence, she hangs up, supposedly to call the rest of the team. I knew Jethro heard the entire conversation by the way he released his grip on my waist. When I don't move, he looks at me confused. "I'll look at the file from your computer, plus... they'll be here anyway." He moves us towards his computer so I could use it, before rounding up his team. "We got a case, but we're consulting with the FBI. They'll be here in 30 minutes to an hour." I saw the confusion on his team's face, Jethro wasn't one to comply especially when it comes to the FBI, but it's me so.... whatever. "What are you standing around for. Go." His tone was less than friendly, causing his team to jump into action, it was nice being on the outside view, a few of them went to the elevators while the rest went on their computers. I think he noticed the smile on my face, because I could hear Jethro chuckle. "First time seeing it?" This made me giggle, "Yeah, normally I'm the one rushing to pack and stuff." He pulled me closer and leaned his chin on my shoulder looking at the screen. "You read it." He whispered into my ear. "Because you can't read or because you want to hear my accent." He chuckled at my comment. "Both, now read." This made me smile. "Murders husbands and wives. There seems to be quite a large age gap between the couples. The husband's are killed execution style, while the wives are raped and tortured." I begin to read the file loud enough for Jethro to hear. "Latest victims, Johnathan and Martha Waves. Jonathan was a Senior Chief Petty Officer, just got home after an 18 month expedition. No children or pets. Jonathan was 68 and Martha 24" His breath was hot on my neck, and it was honestly kind of distracting. Before I can say anything, Tony walks in with the keys to the van. "Ready boss." I could recognize that Jethro didn't want to leave me, it's rare that we see each other. "Go, I'll be fine here. I'll look into my case." He reluctantly nods his head and we both stand up, he kisses my forehead before walking away with Tony, McGee and Ziva following close behind. I sat there, scrolling through the file waiting for

either my team or Jethro to come back. Yet somehow, Abby got the message that I was starting to get bored, because when she walked out of the elevator, she walked directly to me. "I thought you had a case, why are you still here?" She sounds glad, but still slightly disappointed as she pulls a chair from one of the other desks and takes a seat. "My case is here, the latest victim was a naval officer." As soon as those words left my mouth, she got excited. "So I can see how you work?" We both giggle, we continue to talk until we hear the elevator door open. Out walks Spence, JJ, Em, Derrick, Rossi, Aaron, Jethro, McGee, Ziva, and Tony. As they reached the small area, they spot Abby and me. McGee, Ziva, and Tony all give me a confused look. "Let me introduce my team, I am Aaron Hotchner, this is Derick Morgan, Emily Prentice, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Dr. Spencer Reid, and you seem to already be familiar with Dr. Y/N L/N." Hotch points to each member as he introduces them, before pointing to me. "I thought you said you were a student?" Dinozzo's jaw almost hits the floor, "I am, 3rd PHD." I smile innocently and I can almost see the smirk start to form on Jethro's face. "Okay, let's get to work." As the groups split off, we all started looking at the evidence we learned from the crime scenes. There was just something I couldn't understand, I think Spence and Em could see the cog wheels turning in my head. "What's going through that beautiful head of yours?" Em was the first to acknowledge my struggle. "Age gap." My voice was low and I was mumbling. "What?" Spence asked me, "Why age gaps? There always is one." As that sentence came out of my mouth, something clicked, but I had to be sure. I took out my phone and called Garcia. "House of Supreme genius, how many I serve you today?" I giggle at her. "Hey sweetheart, could you look at all the wives checking accounts. How much is coming in, going out, and where? Call me back when you get it." I could hear rapid typing from her side of the phone. "The accent gets me every time, how could I say no. I got you babe, Garcia out!" I could feel the stares from not only Em and Spence, but the rest of the team now. "Would you like to share with the class?" Morgan can't help but be snarky, like Dinozzo but cuter. "Why go after age gaps? That's what I couldn't figure out." I try to talk slow, but the anticipation of Garcia's call is getting to me. "And something Dinozzo said earlier made me realize something." They were all waiting for me to continue when my phone rang. "Hello," I could hear Garcia's chair roll across her floor, assumingly to her other computer. "So, the wives seem to be getting $4000 to $8000 weekly into their checking accounts. And they seem to spend it as fast as it comes. The first Victim, Cindy Washington, was a shopaholic, she spent tens of thousands online a month." So I was right, "Thank you darling. I'll call you if I need anything." I hang up the phone and turn back to the group. "Dinozzo asked if I was a sugar baby, which I'm not. But all of these women, are."

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tragic-shadows · 2 years

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If The World Was Ending

Word Count: 2080

Warnings: Major Character Death(s)

Prompt: If the world was ending, write what a certain character would do and who they would do it with. I chose the whole Gibbs team!

A/N: Now taking requests for NCIS (first 15 seasons), Psych, Warehouse 13, and Miraculous Ladybug (only Gabenath). I don’t write mature content.

The earthquakes and fires roared throughout the city of DC. News trucks had been abandoned hours ago as reporters ran to take refuge. The NCIS team was down in autopsy, trying to stay as far away from the madness as possible. Most of the building had gone home as soon as the first fire hit, wanting to make sure their families were safe, but Team Gibbs was an exception. It was Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Jimmy, there were a few others like the janitor and such but not many. They had no way to see the outside world, the elevators had crashed not too long ago and there was no television. Palmer was frantic on the phone with Breena, McGee was trying to keep composure after having hung up with Delilah, Abby held on to Burt The Hippo with one arm and Ducky the other etc etc. All at once, there was a stab of electricity and the lights went out.

“Oh well isn’t that just the frosting on the cake,” Ziva groaned.

“Icing,” Tony corrected quietly. He sat next to her, shoulders barely touching. “It’s icing on the cake. Boss, when can we get out of here?”

“Don’t know,” Gibbs answered. Truth was, no one did. The solar flares had started as small tiny bursts, but all of the sudden fires broke out all over and tremors shook the ground. “When it quiets down.”

“It’s been roaring for hours, Gibbs.” McGee points out. “I’m starting to get hungry.”

“And I need to use the bathroom,” Abby said quietly over her stuffed animal.

“Well go, Abs. It’s right through there.” Gibbs pointed out in the hallway but Abby shook her head. “Why not? We’re safe down here,” Gibbs assured her.

“But- but what if I go.. and I’m okay. I’m not worried about me. But what if I go and I come back and you’re all gone? What if the earthquakes kill you guys when I’m not here? We all go out together or not at all, but not one by one and not one left behind.”

“Would it help if someone went with you?” Ducky asked. “That way you wouldn’t be alone.”

Abby nodded. “Yeah that would be good.”

“How about we all go,” McGee wiped his eyes. “I need to go as well.”

“Maybe we can force something out of the vending machine,” Palmer offered.

“Vending machine?” Gibbs asked.

“Didn’t you guys know? Dr. Mallard had one installed a few weeks ago after a string of days where I forgot my lunch. Just a bunch of snacks but it’s better than starving to death, right?”

“It is indeed,” Ducky agreed. “How’s Breena?”

“Scared, really scared. Aren’t we all? I told her to take Victoria to the basement.”

“Guys can we go?” Abby asked gently. Ducky nodded and she helped him up, Palmer, and McGee following them both out.

“Not coming boss?” McGee asked.

“Nope. Stayin' here with them.”

“So I guess it’s just us three,” Ziva said, leaning her head on Tony’s shoulder. Tony gently rubbed his thumb over her hand

“Guess so,” Gibbs answered.

“How are you so calm over all this Gibbs?” Tony asked suddenly. “It’s literally the end of the world and you’re fine.”

Gibbs shrugged, “Nothin’ we can do bout’ it.”

“We should play a game or something.” Tony suggested.

“At a time like this?” Ziva exclaimed.

“Why not? Half the world has been destroyed by now, surely. We don’t know how bad it is out there, we can’t hear or see anything, the elevators broken, and last time we tried to use the stairs the exit door was blocked by something. Why don’t we all tell a secret we never would otherwise?”

“Sounds dangerous, DiNozzo,” Gibbs let the corners of his mouth turn up. He situated himself so he was sitting up straighter next to Tony. “Kay, you go first.”

“You are really going to give into this?” Ziva said, flabbergasted.

“Sure. Let him have a little fun fore’ we all blow up.”

The doors slid open and the rest of the people came in. Palmer held some waters while everyone else had as much food as they could carry in their arms. They set it down in the middle of the floor and they all reached for what they wanted.

“We should all thank Mr. Palmer’s forgetfulness for this, otherwise we would be a lot less comfortable.”

“Thanks Jimmy!” Abby exclaimed, taking her spot next to Gibbs again. “So what are we gonna do to pass some time? I saw the clock out there, 6:30. We’ve been down here since 4. And I’m tired of paperwork.” she gestured to the stack of files they had been sorting through.

“Tony said we should play a game,” Ziva mused.

“What kind of a game?” Ducky asked.

“Reveal a secret,” Gibbs said. “Cause’ why not?”

“Sounds.. intriguing,” Ducky smiled, opening his Famous Amos cookies. “Mr. Palmer, could you grab the flashlight from my desk drawer? That way we may actually be able to see who’s talking.”

“Of course, Doctor.” He stopped midway. “Umm, we don’t have any bodies in here right now, right?”

Ducky chuckled. “No, there will be no smelling bodies in here.”

Jimmy relaxed and sat down.

“I can go first if you’d like me too.” Dr. Mallard said. “Well it’s not very exciting but.. I used to actually be terrified of dead bodies. My first day at NCIS? I fainted before even turning off the van at a crime scene!”

“He did,” Gibbs confirmed. “Thought I was gonna have ta’ fire im’.” The group laughed and Palmer raised his hand.

“I can go next,” Everyone nodded. “Remember the time when I was dating the one girl from MTAC who turned out to be a security leak? Yeah well whenever Dr. Mallard left or was doing something else, she would sneak in here to be with me. That closet right there is where we always used to make out.” Everyone looked at him with varied expressions.

“You could have told me!” Dr. Mallard scolded.

“That’s when Gibbs made rule 12,” Jimmy explained

“Mhm,” Gibbs agreed.

“Well, that’s mine, someone else go.”

Silence until Abby spoke up. “McGee and I had sex in my coffin.”

Tony choked on his water and spit it out, coughing. “McGeek!!” He exclaimed. “Wow. And in a coffin? Hey wait, you said you were a virgin!”

“No, you said I was and I never corrected you,” McGee smirked. “And you know what I’ve done with Delilah!”

“So you and Abs..” Tony laughed. “Well, we learn something new every day, don’t we? Wait- was that your first time…”

“But I just have to say, of course I told the boss man.” Abby said, grinning, leaving Tony’s question unanswered.

“Mhm,” Gibbs agreed.

“You knew??” McGee gasped.

“Mhm. That a problem?” Gibbs asked, a glint in his eyes.

“Oh, no boss, I just-“ McGee stopped. “Never mind. That would have been mine so I guess I’ll say my other one.” He groaned in frustration. “Tony, whenever you bend over I can’t help but stare at your butt. There!” He exclaimed. “I said it! You have a nice freaking butt.” McGee crossed his arms. “And yes,” he mumbled. “Abby was my first time.”

There was a chorus of gasps and a smirk from the lab tech. “Oh Tim!” She giggled. “Hopefully it was a good first impression.”

McGee flushed an even deeper shade of red, but before anyone could say anything else, there was a rumble that shook the room. Everyone grabbed on to the person next to them, it was getting worse.

“Tony,” Ziva whispered, holding on tighter.

“Alright I’m gonna go,” Tony decided.

“Wait,” Gibbs interrupted. “Lemme go first.”

“But I have two,” Tony pouted. Gibbs rolled his eyes.

“Fine.”

Tony looked at Gibbs and squeezed Ziva’s hand tighter. “Gibbs there’s something I have to tell you.”

“You’re in love with Zivar.” Gibbs smirked.

“Uh— that wasn’t—“ he turned to the woman on his left at her awestruck face. “I mean— rule 12, boss.”

“Yep.”

“Tony,” Ziva warned, “For once in your life I am going to need you to be quiet, got that?”

Tony put his head to the side in shame and bit his lip at the rejection, but it didn’t last long, a gentle hand turned his chin and before he realized, even softer lips were on his. He gasped before reciprocating in an equally as feverous manor. Ziva sighed as Tony’s hand ruffled through her hair. He was just about to deepen the kiss, but they had forgotten they weren’t alone.

“Eh hem..” McGee cleared his throat. “Guys really?” Gibbs reached over and head slapped him. “Ow, come on boss!”

“Well I suppose I do not have to say anything more,” Ziva breathed, resting on Tony’s chest.

“How about you still say what you were gonna say,” he urged.

“Hm. Well, what I was going to say, is I have been in love with DiNozzo here for quite some time. McGee might like his rear-end, but I like all of him,” she smiled gently. “I am truly sorry Gibbs for breaking rule 12, but we never acted upon it until now, I swear.”

“I know,” Gibbs nodded kindly. “Mk, I’m goin’ now.”

“No, wait,” Tony interrupted again.

“What! DiNozzo?” Gibbs snapped.

“Saying I was in love with Ziva was going to be my second thing. Which I guess means I have to apologize to her and promise—“ a tremor shook the ground once more. “I never, ever, was going to do anything about it. I love you, Ziva, I really really do, but.. before you.. there was someone else.”

“It wasn’t Kaitlyn was it?” Ducky asked, breaking his seemingly vow of silence.

“Oh Kate? No no,” DiNozzo assured everyone. “It was um..” He rolled his head back and sighed.

“Tony, say somethin’,” Gibbs said. “You go or I will.”

“Alright, you go, I need a minute.” He stood up and kissed Ziva on the head before going out to the hall, out of sight.

“Bathroom,” Gibbs said. “Everyone stay here, tremors are gettin’ worse. Gotta check on Tony, too.”

“DiNozzo.” Gibbs put a hand on his second in command’s shoulder. “Hey, you ok?” Tony turned, tears in his eyes. “Hey hey,” Gibbs tried to give him a hug but Tony pulled away. “We’re gonna be alright, ya’ know that, right? I’m not mad at you and Ziva. I suspected for awhile.”

“We’re going to die down here,” Tony whispered. “You can say all the good things and proverbs that you want but we are going to die down here. But I guess that’s a good thing, then I won’t have to face my stupid stupid mistakes.”

“Then say we do all rot here. What did you want to say out there? I know you don’t want them to hear, so just tell me.”

“I— okay. Boss, Gibbs, Jethro,” he tried. “The someone else was you. And it still is somedays. I look at you, and I wonder what it would have been like if I had never taken this job, if I had met you out there somewhere. If you.. if you felt the same. And if we do make it out of here, I’ll quit and you’ll never have to see me again, I’ll get out of the country. I broke rule 12.”

“No Tony, rule 12 is never date a coworker. I never said anything about falling in love with one. If I fired people for falling in love with coworkers I’d have to fire myself.” He chuckled a little. “How about I say my secret now? You’re the only one who needs to hear it.” He turned towards Tony more and looked right in his eyes. “Tony DiNozzo, I guess you were right, everyone eventually falls for ya’. I was tryna say it but then ya’ told Ziva how you felt and I couldn’t do that to ya’. You’re such a different man now then when I first met ya’, and I suppose thats what I like so much about’ ya.”

Before the blue eyed man could say anything else, there was a earth breaking crash as the ceiling fell. Anyone in autopsy could hear the screams of Ziva calling for Tony, and the same from everyone else for Gibbs. Gibbs had fallen on top of Tony, but both their lights had gone out.

Team Gibbs of NCIS was no more.

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imagines4thefandoms · 3 years

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F*K idk what to name this (Leroy Jethro Gibbs x reader

Word count:4k+ um by bad

summery: Y/n come back from vaca looking different. will it change Y/n and Gibb’s relationship?

requested: no

"So how was your vacation," Ziva asked.

"Great, i saw my family and i only wanted to shoot myself once," you replied.

The elevator doors opened and y’all walked to y’all’s desk. Tony and McGee looked up from their desk and welcomed you back. You walked to your desk behind McGee and put your stuff down. You grabbed your bag of souvenirs and walked over to Tony.

"Welcome back (Y/n)," Tony said. "What did you get me.”

"Tony my nephew is more mature than you and he is five," you said throwing a tie and a baseball to him.

You walked over to Ziva and gave her a purple scarf and match hat. McGee caught the new computer game you got him.

"How this game isn't out yet," ha asked.

"My brother in law works for the company and he owed me a favor.”

"Thanks (y/n)," Tim replied.

You walked over to your desk, grabbed the coffee cup you got Gibbs and filled it at his coffee shop for him and placed it on his desk.

"Welcome back (l/n)," Gibbs said walking into the bullpen and sitting at his desk.

He threw away his empty coffee cup and looked at the one on his desk. It suddenly got a little too hot so you took of your NCIS hat letting your hair fall from under the hat. You looked around the bullpen and noticed everyone was staring at you.

"What is something on my face," you asked.

"Your hair," Tony stated.

"Oh right. My baby sister is in cosmetology school,” you explained running your hands through your now red hair. “She needed to practice for her test and I drew the short straw. It was supposed to wash out by now but she mixed up her temporary and permanent hair dyes,”

Everyone kept staring at you even Gibbs which was weird but they stopped when Gibbs’s phone rang. Tony and Ziva were looking at Gibbs while Tim and you were grabbing y’all’s bags but when you turned around Gibbs was still looking at you. He grabbed his gun and shook his head as he hung up the phone.

“Lets go. We have a dead marine in a park,” Gibbs said leaving the bull pen.

We all followed Gibbs to the elevator. There was this tension in the air once the elevator doors closed. Gibbs usually was so comfortable around you. The two of you were the closest out of the team; but now he was avoiding you. When the elevator doors opened he couldn’t wait to get out; of course he could just want to hurry up and solve the murder of the marine. Tony and Tim raced to the car to get shotgun but when they opened the door Ziva sat in the seat.

“To slow boys,” she said buckling her seat belt.

Gibbs as always drove while you were sandwiched between DiNozzo and McGee. The drive consisted of Tony playing with your hair, Tim messing with some gadget, Ziva was asking you questions about your vacation. Gibbs was silent the entire drive but he kept looking at you in the rear view mirror; but every time you locked eyes he quickly looked back on the road. Once you got to the crime scene everyone got out and you put your hair up in a pony tail.

The park contained a large grassy plain, a decent sized play ground for kids, and two acres of trees. The marine was one the bench in his civilian clothes. The marine was Sargent James Brian McMatthews. Aside from the fact that he was dead, he looked heathy. Sargent McMatthew didn’t have any obvious wounds explaining how he died. Ducky pointed out the same thing.

“Jethro I can’t tell you how this poor man died til I get him on my table. You know that,” Ducky said.

“Thanks Duck,” Gibbs said.

Before Gibbs even had to tell you, you decided to look around the area for clues. As you were looking you noticed Ducky call for you. Ducky gave you a hug once you got to him. Jimmy was bringing McMatthews into the back of the Medical Examiners van when he stopped and looked at you.

“Your hair (y/n),” Jimmy pointed out.

“My little sister did this,” you replied twirling your hair around your finger.

“It suits you my dear. I’m curious has Jethro seen your new hair do,” Ducky asked.

“Yes but he has been acting a bit weird this morning,” you informed Duck.

“Well it’s nice to have you back my dear, but I must go I have an appointment with Sargent McMatthews,” Ducky said giving you another hug.

You went back to looking around the crime scene to look for evidence. While looking around the trees your saw a foot print. You measured the show print and took pictures but before you could look around more Gibbs called you.

“Did you find anything,” he asked.

“Just a foot print about 2 klicks west of where the Sargent was found,” you informed your boss.

He gave you nod and walked away. After about twenty minutes you and everyone else collected all the evidence you could and headed back to the office. This time on the car ride you got shotgun while the three musketeers sat in the back. Tony as usual was speculating on how Sargent McMatthews was killed, while Ziva slapped him because he was insensitive.

“Hopefully since we collected a bunch of clues at the crime scene we can solve this crime fast,” you said to no one in particular.

“Clues,” Gibbs asked looking at you sideways.

“Sorry evidence. I have spent a whole week watching nothing but Scooby Doo,” you said holding your head in your hands.

“Zoinks,”Tony said laughing.

Ziva slapping Tony while Tim was hiding his laugh hoping that Ziva didn’t slap him too. Gibbs looked over at you and gave you a small smile. You could just tell that you were not going to live this Scooby Doo thing down. At the office, Ziva and I brought the evidence down to Abby while Gibbs when to see Ducky and Tony and Tim were gathering information on the victim.

“(y/n) you're back,” Abby yelled as she ran over to you. “And your hair. It’s hot.”

“I missed you too abs,” you replied hugging her.

“So besides the hair. What’s new Scooby Doo,” abby asked laughing.

“Seriously. Was it Tony or McGee.”

“I can’t reveal my source.”

“My guess is Tony,” Ziva said placing the evidence on the table in the lab.

“Just let us know when you have something Abby,” you asked as you left the lab.

“I always do,” she called.

Once the elevator doors closed Ziva asked you what Scooby Doo was. After explaining that it is a kids show about solving mysteries she let out a small laugh. You laughed along with her. Ziva and Abby have become like your sisters and no mater what happens you can’t stay mad at them.

The two of you joined DiNozzo and McGee in the bull pen. They found out that the sergeant worked at the Pentagon.

“Looks like it’s gonna be a difficult case, RUH ROH” Tony said mockingly.

Gibbs walked into the bull pen with his cup of coffee and slapped the back of Tony’s head. Gibbs told him to stop messing around. Tony then shared all the information that him and Tim found out. James B McMatthews was married with three kids and was a part of something very top secret with the Pentagon. McMatthews has no record, no affair, not even a speeding ticket.

Gibbs’ phone rang and it was ducky telling him that he had some information for him. Gibbs looked at you and motioned for you to follow him to Ducky. As y’all got into the elevator, Gibbs yell ‘Someone tell me what the hell he did for the Pentagon.’ The tension in the air formed again when the elevator doors closed. You glanced at Gibbs from the corner of your eye. You always noticed how attracted you were to your boss but when you joined his team you swore to push that thought out of your head. It helped that he had those Gibbs rules. Rule 12: Never date a co-worker. As the doors opened on the floor the morgue is on you instantly hear Ducky call Gibbs name.

“Hello again miss (y/n). How was your vacation,” Ducky asked now that the two of you were not at an active crime scene.

“Duck, the body,” Gibbs said before you could answer.

“Right. Well this young man had no visible injuries. No cuts or bruises or even a broken bone,” Ducky said walking over to the body.

“So how did he die,” Gibbs asked monotoned.

“At first glance I couldn’t find any reason for this poor man to end up dead at a park. Upon my second look over the body I noticed this little puncture along his hairline. It seems to be from a needle. Besides that, there is nothing wrong with this man. It’s like his heart just stopped.’ Ducky said covering McMatthews back up.

Before Gibbs could ask ducky if he knew what was in the needle, I got a text from abby saying, ‘I know what was in the needle 😱🎉.’ I showed the text to Gibbs. He thanked Ducky and we headed up to Abby’s lab. When the doors opened on abby’s floor, she was standing right there and grabbed both of our hands and pulled us into the lab.

“First, Gibbs don’t you think that (y/n)’s new hair makes her look hot,” abby asked.

“Abs,” was all Gibbs replied with.

“Fine, later. Well this footprint found at the scene did not belong to our poor sergeant. It’s from a side 13 shoe.”

“The indent looks weird. The pressure of the foot print is lighter at the tip of the shoe then the rest of the print. Who ever was here was wearing shoes that were way to big for them,” you pointed.

“Correct, you get a Scooby snack,” Abby said handing you a cookie.

“You bet I do,” you said taking the cookie and taking bite of it.

“Can you tell us the actual shoe size of the person who was standing in those bushes,” Gibbs asked.

“how dare you doubt me. No Scooby snack for you. It’s a size 9. Oh and after Ducky found that puncture wound and swabbed the area. The swab didn’t give me anything but I got to thinking of what could have been in that needle so I ran his blood again.”

“And you found a match.”

“Yes I did Gibbs. Batrachotoxin. From this cute little guy,” abby said making a picture of a cute yellow frog pop up on her computer screen.

Gibbs kissed Abby’s cheek thanking her and he stole a cookie before we walked out of the lab. After another slightly awkward elevator ride, we walked into the bull pen and Tony had just hung up his phone.

“Boss, I call about his file but they said they have to personally read us in.”

“Okay. Ziva you look up where a person could get their hands on Batrachotoxin while DiNozzo and I will go to the Pentagon while McGee and (l/n) will to talk to the wife,” Gibbs ordered as he grabbed his gun and jacket.

“I guess the gang is splitting up,” McGee joked.

Before Tony could make another Scooby Doo joke, Gibbs was already in the elevator and Tony had to hurry up because Gibbs wasn’t going to hold the doors for him. McGee and you left after y’all got McMatthew’s home address. When we got in the elevator, you looked at McGee and took a coin out of your pocket.

“Head you drive, Tails I drive,” You said before flipping the coin in the air.

You caught the coin and flipped it on the back of your hand. After looking at the coin it showed that Tim was gonna drive to the Vics house. Of course since Tim was driving it also meant he had control of the radio; which wasn’t awful but after having to only listen to Disney for a week you needed to hear your own music.

It took a while to get to the McMatthews’ house. There were three kids playing in a gated front yard with the front door open. Once Tim pulled up to the house the kids stopped playing and ran inside. One minute later a woman came out trying to find out why her kids ran in scared.

“Can I help you,” she asked walked towards us.

McGee and I held up our badges announcing that we were NCIS. She opened the gate and lead y'all inside her house. The kids stayed inside so Mrs. McMatthews closed her front door. She lead y’all to the liver room and when into the kitchen and brought back two cups of coffee. Before we started talking, one of McMatthews’ daughters came up to you.

“Are you Ariel,” she asked me.

I looked over at McGee and gave him look to let him know that I was gonna keep the kids occupied while he talked with Mrs. McMatthews.

“Yes I am,” I replied to the little girl.

She grabbed my hand a pulled me away. We walked out of the living room and up the stairs to a door with the name Sarah on the door. She pulled me into her room and went to her closet to grab something.

“You’re my favorite princess,” she said holding out a little mermaid costume.

“Why thank you, Sarah.”

“Where is Eric?”

“Oh um he is back at the castle working.”

She nodded her head like she totally understood and then asked you to play with her for a bit. After about fifteen minutes, McGee came into Sarah’s room looking for you. You turned to Sarah and told her that you had to leave. She walked with the two of you downstairs and before you walked out of the door she called out “tell flounder I said hi.”

McGee told you about his conversation with Mrs. McMatthews and how James and some guy named Andrew Ferguson had gotten into a fight two days ago about something at work. On the ride back to the office you and McGee were messing around and speculating what the vic could have been doing for the pentagon. McGee thought it had to do with some secret weapon while you suggested something more plausible (aliens).

“Aliens really, you spend too much time with Tony,” McGee laughed.

Back at the office, you and McGee decide to split up the work. While he looks into Ferguson’s military life, looked at his personal life and tried to figure out what they were arguing about. Gibbs and Tony returned from the pentagon as you were combing through Ferguson’s financial records.

“What did the wife say (l/n)?” Gibbs asked standing in front of the tv.

“She told McGee about a fight the vic got in with a guy names Andrew Ferguson,” you responded pulling up a picture of A. Ferguson.

“We pulled his military records but there is nothing on his record,” McGee added pulling up his military files.

“He doesn’t even have a parking ticket. But I was going though his financials when you got back,” you informed Gibbs.

You were combing though his financials when Tony and Gibbs pulled up the files they got from the pentagon. Apparently Sargent James was on a classified team of people teaming up with the NSA and CSA to monitor a major rebel group in the middle east that has ties to ISIS. Ziva came into the office and let Gibbs and the rest of the team know what she found on the toxin. The name Jonathan Whitlock was mentioned.

You were half paying attention when a weird charge appeared on his account. There were multiple weird changes from a offshore bank accounts. You sent the charges to the tv and walked over to where Gibbs was standing and took the remote from his hands.

“There are some weird charges in Ferguson’s bank account. They started about 18 months ago and if my math is correct it adds up to 150,000 dollars,” you reported clicking though the evidence.

Gibbs grabbed his coat and pointed to Ziva and they left, you guessed, to pick up Ferguson. While Gibbs was out, you went down to see Abby. As soon as you got off the elevator, abby pulled you into her lab and she sat you down in a chair.

“So, how was your vacation and why is your hair red,” abby asked sitting in a chair in front go you.

“It was fun. It was nice spending time with my family. And my little sister in in beauty school and she needed practice,” you explained to abby.

The two of you caught up, and abby told you about what happened while you were away. Which wasn’t much just normal stuff like Tony being stupid and teasing McGee and flirting with Ziva, and Gibbs started another boat. The two of you just sat in the lab eating “Scooby snacks” til you got a text from Gibbs telling you to meet him in interrogation.

You left abby and went to go meet Gibbs. Once you got to the observation room you saw that Gibbs was in there with Ferguson but they weren’t talking. Gibbs looked at the glass and you just knew that he was telling you to go in there with him. You exited the observation room and went next door. After walking into the interrogation room, you took a seat next to Gibbs.

“So why were you and Sargent McMatthews fighting two nights before he was murdered,” Gibbs asked.

“We weren’t fighting. It was just a heated argument. Coworkers do it all the time,” Ferguson defended.

“(Y/n) do you get in heated arguments at work,” Gibbs asked looking at you.

“No I mean unless my coworker does something incredibly stupid,” you replied ignoring Ferguson. “So what incredibly stupid thing did you do,” you asked looking at Ferguson

“I didn’t. I didn’t, ” he responded dragging if hand across his mouth.

Gibbs looked over at you then opened the file in front of him and pushed the file in front of Ferguson. He looked at the papers then looked up a Gibbs. He closed the file and pushed it back.

“I don’t know what that is,” he said tapping away at the table.

“You should. Its your banking records. It shows that there are multiple charges added to your account adding up to 150,000 dollars over the past 18 months,” you said opening the file back up and pointing out the charges.

“My guess is that those are payments from you selling military locations and secrets to enemies in the middle east,” Gibbs said leaning back in his chair.

“And your pal Sargent McMatthews found out. That’s why you two had a ‘heated argument’ two days ago. He found out that your were selling out fellow soldiers and threatened to report you,” you interrogated as your leaned closer to Ferguson.

Ferguson started sweating. Gibbs noticed it too.

“But you couldn’t have that happen so you went to your cousin Johnathan who so happen own a golden poison frog. You extracted the toxins from the frog then injected Sargent McMatthews so he wouldn’t tell your CO,” Gibbs informed.

“Because of you fellow marines died,” Gibbs spoke angrily almost yelled.

“No one was supposed to die. The information I gave was just supposed to help them transport drugs nothing more,” Ferguson exclaimed. “They promised that no one was going to die. James was gonna tell and if anyone found out I would be labeled a traitor. I didn’t want to kill James he is my friend…was my friend. Everything just got out of hand.”

Gibbs looked over at you and then slid a legal pad across the table. Ferguson started writing his confession. You and Gibbs got up and walked out of the room. The two of you walked back to the bullpen and Gibbs sat at his desk to work on the paperwork and you did the same.

“(Y/n) its nice to have you back,” Gibbs said not even looking up from his computer.

By the time you were done with the paperwork, Tony, Ziva, and Tim has left. You looked out the skylight and noticed that it was already dark. Gibbs got up from his desk and walked over to yours.

“It’s late (y/n) go home,” he instructed putting on his coat.

“I love my family and all but there were moments where I wanted to be here working. Plus I have paperwork I still need to finish,” you responded to him.

“It can wait til tomorrow,” he replied grabbing your coat and holding it out for you.

“I really should finish.”

“Ill buy dinner.”

“Sold,” you claimed grabbing the coat from Gibbs.

A smile grew on his face and he shook his head at your antics. He waited for you to grab your things and then the two of you went to the elevator. When the elevators closed that awkward tension filled the enclosed room again.

“Gibbs are you ok. You have been acting strange all day.”

“Your hair,” he whispered.

“Right I going to make an appointment to fix it.”

“No, I like it. It suits you,” he said standing directly in front of you.

The tension increased ten folds and the desire to kiss him was strong. You cleared your throat and took a step back from Gibbs. He walked you to your car but as you were starting it something happened and the car just stopped working. You turned off the car and just slapped the steering wheel.

“Ill drive,” Gibbs said opening your door.

You got out of your car and the two of you walked over to Gibbs’ truck. The ride to Gibbs’ house was quiet a bit awkward like the elevator but it was the nice kind of awkward quiet. Once you got to Gibbs house he got on his phone and ordered takeout from (favorite restaurant) and ordered you some (favorite meal).

“Abby said your building another mysterious boat,” you inquired as you took off your coat and placed it on the couch.

“Mysterious,” he questioned.

“Come on Gibbs you constantly build giant boats in your basement and you magically get them out. Ergo Mysterious.”

He opened the fridge and handed out a beer and headed down to his basement. You followed him down the familiar stairs. In his basement stood another damn boat. Gibbs placed his beer on his work bench and proceeded to sand down the boat.

“Ok Gibbs how many does this make 27,” you asked him jokingly.

“I think its actually 28,” he jokingly responds.

“Funny man.”

You walk over to him and just watch him sand the boat. He looks over at you and holds out the sandpaper in his hands. Switching between looking at him, the boat, and the sandpaper in his hand you shake your head.

“Oh no. I don’t want to mess up the boat.”

He grabs the beer from your hands and place it next to his. Gibbs grabs your elbow and pulls you to where he was standing. Standing behind you, he places the sandpaper in you hand and guides it along the boat.

“With the grain,” he whispers in your ear.

You were stick between a rock and a hard place or in this case wood and your boss. Being this close to him made your face turn as red as your hair. His lips stayed within centimeters of your ear as he kept whispering “with the grain”. You couldn’t help it, so you turned your head towards his and you could feel his hot breath on your face.

His lips, in this moment, just looked so kissable but you knew it couldn’t happen. Not with Rule #12. His blue eyes starred into your (e/c) eye. You unconsciously liked your lip then held your lower lip between your teeth. Seeing you biting your lip drove Gibbs crazy. In that moment he couldn’t stop himself. He closed the little space there was between the to of you and pressing his lips roughly against yours.

You could taste the beer off his lips and his scent of sawdust and bourbon filled your nose. He pressed your up against the boat to deepen the kiss while your hands found their way to his hair. This was better than your ever dreamed and you dreamed of this moment a lot. Your hands wondered from his hair down his back then to the button of his polo. He took his shirt of once he felt your cold hands on his lower stomach. After his shirt was off his lips attacked your neck sucking and biting it.

A moan escaped your lips which brought a smile to Gibbs’ face. His hands moved from the boat to the buttons on your shirt. The paste at which he was unbuttoning your shirt was agonizingly slow. But once it was done you quickly took it off. You hands went back to his hair this time you pulled him so close to you, it was like his entire weight was one you; that didn’t matter you liked feeling this close to Leroy Jethro Gibbs. His hands went down your sides to your hips and stopped on your ass. He gave it a light squeeze then grabbed your left leg and wrapped it around his hips. On instinct you did the same with your other leg, leaving the only thing from making you fall on the floor to be the force of Gibbs’s body pressing you against his unfinished boat.

Once again your hands roamed this gorgeous man’s body til it reached his belt. Your took it off and started to unbutton his pants but had to stop when his doorbell rang. He let you down and just stared at you.

“Thats the food,” he said grabbing his shirt and putting it back on.

“Im not hungry anymore,” you replied fixing your messy hair.

“You should eat anyway. Your gonna need your strength,” he said as he went up stairs leaving you gasping at the thought of what’s for dessert.

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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British. Handsome. Charming. - Harry Styles x Reader Retail!AU

Sorta requested.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive situations, I say titties like once

Words: 2108

Summary: When your coworker calls out and leaves you alone for a graveyard shift, you unintentionally enlist the help of a certain British, handsome, and charming retail employee from next door.

A/N: Hello this is my piece for @meetmeinfleetwood ‘s “to lovers” fic challenge! I put my ‘to lovers’ trope as Coworkers Harry and Y/n but I’m kind of riffing off of that trope because I wanted to do employees at different stores in the same section of the mall.

“So, Ziva just called out...” I hear my manager Kelly break the news from behind me. A groan threatens to escape my lungs but I fight the urge as best as possible to save face in front of customers. This is the third time Ziva’s called out of her graveyard shift in the past two weeks. Tonight, we were supposed to unpack the new shipment of holiday tees, gag gifts, and decorations. On a normal night, I can handle floor set by myself, but the added challenge of holiday items and displays is a different story.

“If I take another lunch right now, I can stay and help with the floor set.”

“No,” I wave her off, already dreading the exhaustion that is bound to set in, “Go home. You’ve already done your full eight, I can fly solo for tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Go before I regret letting you!” Kelly smiles with the tip of her tongue peaking through her teeth. She thanks me for freeing her and I finish straightening the last of the yellow champion hoodies on the rack in front of me.

“The boxes are on the left side in the backroom.” Backroom… got it.

Working at Tilly’s was supposed to be my high school job. At the end of Junior year, I opted for a minimum wage position to earn some extra spending money. If I’d known I would be attending the most local university in this godforsaken town, I would’ve picked a better gig; one that pays more. Or at least one that doesn’t schedule me from 7:30PM to 3AM.

The store closes at ten but the other four ish hours are for rearranging the entire floor layout. I have to redistribute the table full of graphic tees strategically around the store to make room for the holiday items we just received. With someone else’s help I could expect to be finished by 12:30. Maybe 1. Ziva calling out wasn’t part of the plan however, so I don’t expect to be finished early at all. If anything, I might have to rush to finish before my shift ends.

Not to mention I have a prose analysis final draft due tomorrow by midnight. Ziva better have some damn good excuses when she gets back.

Readjusting the waistband of my favorite jeans against my body, I head to the dressing rooms to double check for any stragglers. Upon finding myself alone, I go lock the front doors and flick off the glowing “open” sign in the front window. Hopefully time will fly faster than it has since I got here. I should’ve asked Kelly to grab me a coffee or a coke to get me through the rest of the shift. Maybe I should do some coke to get me through the rest of the shift.

Okay. What did Kelly say?

Backroom... Was that all? I hesitantly prop the storeroom’s door with the small, tan, rubber wedge before trying to take in the overwhelming mess of the backroom. The room has painfully bright overhead LED lights illuminating my path; the brightness is mirrored off the polished concrete floors under my feet. Considering there’s no holiday bullshit directly in front of me, Kelly must have given me more directions than just ‘backroom’. Graphic tees, sunglasses, jewelry. Nothing.

In my most goddamn genius idea yet, I search the top of the self of the storeroom to see the holiday boxes sealed and intact. Lovely. I can graze the surface of the top shelf with my fingertips just enough to get them dusty, but not enough to pull down any boxes.

Fuck.

This is what we have a ladder for, but we lent it out to the Zara next door. I don’t know what time they close but intuition tells me it's soon. Figuring I have nothing to lose, I dash out of the back room and unlock the front door to round the corner into Zara. Right as I exit the store, I run into someone hard enough to lose my balance, but not hard enough to take the other person down, thank god.

“Woahhh, you alright there?” British.

I look up to the face of the person I collided with. Handsome.

“I’m so sorry, I need to get to Zara.”

“I’m afraid you’re too late for that.” The handsome stranger’s statement catches me off guard and the fog of my rushed mindset disappears. Charming.

“What?”

“Jus’ locked up, I’m afraid.” I look at the completely dark storefront, and then back at the stranger. His gleaming green eyes catch mine and, cliché-ly, I’m rendered breathless by the exquisite nature of his face. Employee.

“You work at Zara,” I state dumbly.

“That, I do. And you work…?” Dropping my eyes to my worn work shoes, I’m suddenly overwhelmingly shy about working at Tilly’s.

“Tilly’s, next door. We lent you guys our step ladder and I need it back.”

“Shit,” the man smiles softly, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I have the key to the store, but I don’t have the key to the supply closet where we kept it.”

“Dammit.” When I pull out my phone to check the time, I groan at the loss of another ten minutes. “By any chance do you guys conveniently have a step ladder that isn’t in an inaccessible closet?” The beautiful man laughs at my question and shakes his head no.

“We don’t, but I am pretty tall, maybe I could help?”

“You’re not that tall.”

“Taller than you.” My teasing is cut short by the man’s quip and I lead him into the store with conviction.

“Basically, I’m supposed to reconfigure the entire floor layout around the table for all the holiday merch, and the shipment came in but someone brilliantly placed them on the top shelf of the back room.”

“Which is why you need the step ladder from the closet that I can’t open. Gotcha.”

“If you could just get those three boxes from the top shelf right there that’d be wonderful.” After clocking the boxes in question, he nods wordlessly, and slips off his nice coat, no doubt a piece from the store next door. Underneath, he’s wearing a grey button up of which he begins rolling up the sleeves to. The action made me stop breathing for a second. His forearms are littered with tattoos of various drawings, one in particular catching my eye.

It’s a two dimensional mermaid figure with no seashell-bra, her skin transitioning into scales only after exposing her pubic bone. In the fluorescent lighting of the store, it’s clear as day that this is quite possibly the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. What’s he doing working at an outlet mall?

Zoning back in, I see he’s already hard at work. With a box no doubt full of gag gifts on his shoulder, he speaks again.

“I’m Harry by the way.”

I return the gesture and he smiles when he hears my name.

“Pretty.”

Returning his attention to the second box, he reaches up to slide the box closer to the edge of the shelf. When he does so, the hem of his grey shirt rides up to reveal a tiny strip of his toned abdomen, where two mirrored stems of fern leaves are tattooed in strikingly black ink.

I blink quickly a few times to redirect my focus, and divert my attention to the floor where he’s set the first box. This leads me to notice the brown suede chelsea boots he’s wearing. Black coat, grey shirt, brown shoes. Interesting.

“Oh shit!” I hear him mutter in a hushed voice. Looking up to the top of the shelf, I see that the last box has already been opened. Harry is balancing it between both limbs, his shoulder, and his head, but any movement would cause the contents of the box to fall out.

I rush forward to help. Moving the flaps of the box back over the top, I reach across Harry’s body to move them. Then, to keep them shut I place one palm on top of the seam, and use the other hand to support the bottom of the box. It isn’t until I stop moving that I notice the position I’ve put us in. I’m reaching up as far as I can to secure the top of the box which has placed the entire front side of my body to the back of his. I’m painfully aware of how my hips are pressed against his ass, and he must be painfully aware of the way my titties are pressed against his upper back.

“I’m gonna move backwards so it’s off the shelf. Just hold the top in place until I have it right side up again, yea?” I nod dumbly in response before realizing he can’t see me.

“Yeah, got it.” And with that he begins to back up little by little, moving at a pace slow enough for me to consistently adjust. The box is almost intact, but I’ve run out of space from standing behind Harry, and I have to maneuver myself around him whilst keeping the box shut. I cringe before doing what I have to do, and shuffling around the side of Harry’s body, my frontside pressed against him the entire time.

Finally, it’s over and we can set the box down on top of the other two. Harry stands up straight again and dusts off his hands. He adjusts his jeans, pulling them back up his hips, and I have to keep myself from staring once more.

“Anythin’ else I can do for you?”

“I don’t think so? That’s pretty much all the heavy lifting I have to do tonight.” He nods understandingly and… dare I say disappointed? I’m probably just projecting.

“Are you alone tonight?”

“Yeah, my coworker called out, but it’s fine. My boss Kelly got most of the work done earlier when she unpacked a lot of the boxes and folded the shirts into piles, so…”

“I could help.”

“You don’t need to do that. You’re already off and I’m sure you’re exhausted and-”

“I want to.” I guess I wasn’t projecting.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. That way you can go home earlier.” His smile is soft and lopsided until we connect eyes, in which case it brightens to reveal his pearly teeth. I fall shy under his gaze and avert my eyes to the concrete floor below us. My cheeks are radiating at about 1000° and I hope he doesn’t notice.

“Thank you,” I say, more flustered than I would have liked. Why am I getting so nervous? He’s just a retail employee at Zara.

A gorgeous employee at Zara.

“I don’t mind staying back... Spending more time with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Since I already know what you do for a living, what are your hobbies?” He ignores my question.

“I don’t have much time for hobbies. I’m only part-time while I’m in uni.”

“No way, what are you studying?”

I proceed to tell Harry all about my major and my career aspirations post-graduation and post-retail. I enjoy telling people about my dreams and yet, Harry’s the first person I’ve met in a long time that’s shown any interest in me and my dreams. The way he nods attentively despite having to fold misconstrued t-shirts and holiday sweaters, ignites a fire in my stomach that warms my heart. They way he asks hyper specific, prompting questions to learn more about my plans contrasts the fire inside me by sending chills down my spine.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are your dreams?” Harry stops folding for a moment and exhales a conflicted sigh.

“I’m not too sure at the moment. I’m content at Zara for the moment, and I haven’t decided what’s next. I do write music though.”

“You do?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“What kind of music?” He stops to think again, a bit less conflicted than before.

“It’s like, indie-folk-pop-rock ish.”

“Indie-folk-pop-rock ish?” I can’t contain the laughter spilling from my lips over the mountain of folded t-shirts.

“Yeah. A good bit of variety, really.”

“Well, it’s nice you have something to be passionate about.”

“Judging by how you talked about your dreams for an hour, I wouldn’t say I’m as passionate as you are about your studies.”

“Passion isn’t a competition. It’s what moves you forward as an individual.” It’s Harry’s turn to laugh at me.

“Okay, Gandhi.”

“Hush! I’m allowed to be philosophical.” His laugh draws into a closed-mouth smile, from humor to an adoration of sorts.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” I unintentionally mirror his affectionate smile.

“Promise?”

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A/N: This was absolutely one of those fics that, the longer I stared at it, the more I hated it and cut it down so here’s what’s remaining before I destroyed the whole thing. It’s def a puff piece and not an in depth fic but nuance is not my friend right now so, sorry about it :(

Taglist: @curlybrownhairedboys @meetmeinfleetwood

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pro-bee · 3 years

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I wish you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you

[not me using a song lyric on an ELLICK fic when I don’t even know them lmao]

quick fic that was stuck in my head after the drama from last night... which I didn’t even watch.

This is for my boos @indestinatus @delicatefalice @wanna-be-bold and everyone else who are hurting from last night. (Also @coffeedepablo because I know she doesn’t watch for Ellick either but she likes new things to read lmao)

Disclaimer: as I mentioned, I have not watched this show in forever, so I hope I did your Nick justice, guys. Also, I haven’t proofread this.

Spoilers: Season 18 finale

Characters: Nick Torres, Ziva David. Mentions of a certain agent who has gone rogue.

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“You were wrong, you know.”

“Excuse me?”

To say you could cut the tension with a knife would be a gross understatement. A chainsaw, maybe. But the broody agent has said nary a word all day, the torment plastered all over his face speaking for him.

“About me and Ellie. When you said— You don’t even know how wrong you were.”

“Agent Torres, I—“ She tries to find the words to convey decades of heartbreak and lessons learned in response, but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. No offense, Ziva, but I shouldn’t have listened to you.”

She aches at the sight of his obvious pain, one she knows all too well herself. (From both the inflicting and receiving ends.)

“You know, I thought you were full of crap at first. No— Part of me knew you were right, okay, but the bigger part knew there was a reason not to go there. That it was better to just let it run its course. But then your irritating voice was niggling at me in the back of my head to tell her. To stop being a wuss. And I resisted it, I really did, because I knew what would happen. I knew it. But, I caved. I put it out there. And I couldn’t take it back. And you know what happened?

“She said it back. And it— it gave me hope, you know. It’s so fucking stupid I could— But it did. And do you know how that felt?”

“How?” She can see the rage firing behind the despair in his voice, and already knows this story doesn’t have a happy ending.

“Fucking fantastic, that’s what. Honest to God fantastic. And before I knew it, it was gone. No, not gone— it ripped my heart out of my chest and crushed it into a million pieces. She just— Ziva, she just left.” Because they always leave. That’s the moral of the story. It doesn’t matter how much you love them or they love you, one way or another, they walk out of your life and leave you to pick up the pieces. This is a cycle that will never end. “It’s like none of it mattered. Like I didn’t matter. I guess I didn’t.”

“You know that’s not true.” She wishes they were really friends, that she could do and say the things that would bring comfort in moments like these. But they aren’t, so she settles for being his emotional punching bag while he works this out.

“Do I? We had this talk, you know. The Talk. She claimed she felt the same way about me, but obviously not enough to tell me what was going on or give me the damn courtesy to let me know she was leaving. Do you know that? She was going to leave without saying a word, even after everything we— She just left.” The words hang in the air, and she tries not to think about how she too was once the one who just left. Too many years of solitude (and now, therapy) have told her not to revisit this well of misery. Yet seeing the aftermath in front of her opens old wounds she’d never fully believed would ever heal.

“Torres, I am so sorry. If I had known, I would have—“

He scoffs, and rolls his eyes. “What? Stopped her? You and I both know that wouldn’t happen.”

“I won’t pretend to know how you feel, and I can’t even say I know why she left, because I don’t, but if I can offer some insight from the other side… Sometimes that feeling that drives you to do these things is stronger than even your feelings the people you love. Certainly more than your own well-being. I don’t know what she’s doing, or where she is, but all I can say is… Sometimes you feel like you’re cornered, and the only thing you know how to do is to push everyone else away to keep them safe from you. It is not rational, nor is it healthy, but— sometimes, this thing inside overtakes everything else. I can promise you it really has nothing to do with how she feels for you.”

“I should be enough.” He softens; all he wants is to be enough someday.

“Yes, you should. But right now, she isn’t even enough for herself. She does not want you involved because that would make her face that.”

The fatigue washes over him, as though the conversation will draw his last breath.

“I’m just… I’m mad. I’m so mad. At her. At myself. At Odette. At you. At… everyone.”

“I know.”

“I miss her.”

“I know.”

“This sucks.”

“I know.”

They stand there together in the silence for a moment, coming to a place of understanding at their unfortunate reason for kinship at the moment.

“You really don’t know where she is?”

“No. Odette has not involved me in anything since I’ve been home. She wants to keep my family safe.”

Oh, the irony.

He snorts, unleashing the rising bitterness again: “But she has no problem putting Ellie’s in danger?”

“I wish I knew. All I can tell you is if Odette pulled Agent Bishop into this, then there must have been a good reason. But if it got to this point— there must not have been any other choice.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Sorry. I never was known for my tact.”

He relents a little, knowing this doesn’t really have anything to do with her. “I think you do okay.”

She offers him a gentle smile in appreciation. “I really wish things had worked out differently.”

“Me too.”

“But Agent Torres? I promise you it was worth it.” He understands the it she’s talking about. “She knows. And you know.”

He stares at the floor, lost in his thoughts, and she wonders what she should do to help at the moment. For all her experience at heartbreak, watching it from the sidelines is a decidedly different experience.

“Can I buy you a beer?”

“Nah. I’ll take a rain check on that, though. For when I’m a little less mad at you.” She laughs softly, and the corners of his mouth turn up in what may be the first hint of a smile he’s had in months.

“Deal.”

“And Ziva?”

“Hmm?”

“I can still take you down.” Fake it till you make it, right?

“I will believe that when I see it.” She takes this as her cue to leave. “Night Agent Torres.”

“Night,” he answers over his shoulder as she heads to the elevator. He stands in the darkened bullpen, lost in his thoughts and his turmoil, but somehow, he feels a little better. (And a little bitter.)

Because she knows.

#my fanfiction #i don't even know what this is #this quick fic jumped into my head #because everything comes back to ziva lmao #and also the parallels are easy because they keep recycling plots lmao #anyway sorry you guys are hurting so much #i hope i accurately reflect your misery right now #writing fic based on tumblr posts lol #a new niche #2020-onwards ziva who loves love is sorely disappointed right now

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hopscotchandlemon · 3 years

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Find The Answer - Part Three

Gibbs/Reader

Rating: Teen

TW Mentions of death and bereavement

Gibbs left you with Abby who needed fingerprint and DNA samples to eliminate you from potential evidence she’s found on the letters and package. You’re still feeling fragile, but Abby was super sensitive.

‘Don’t worry (y/n), Gibbs will work this out. He always does,’ Abby says cheerfully as she swabs the inside of your cheek.

‘Poor guy is probably wishing he’d never given me his card.’ You joke as Abby puts the swab back in to the vial.

‘Oh no, Gibbs never says anything he doesn’t meant. If he gave you that card he would totally want you to call him. Those notes were super creepy, right?’

‘Yeah. I don’t even know what was in the package yet.

‘Evidence, (y/n). That what was inside the package!’ Abby beams.

Abby told you the package contained another note. Seemed a bit of a grand gesture for delivering another note but they obviously wanted to make sure you were listening.

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Abby walks back into her lab and starts to process the samples she took from (y/n). In another part of the lab, another machine beeps to alert her to a result being available.

‘What ya got Abs?’ Gibbs asks as he enters the lab.

At the moment the ink used to write the address on the package matches the ink used on the letters. It looks like it’s written with a fountain pen and I can tell you the ink used is created in small batches with only a few stockists in DC,’ Abby confirms while handing Gibbs the list of stockists. ‘I also got a partial finger-print of the sticky tape used on the package so I’m running that through the database.

‘Good stuff Abs, let me know if you get a match on the finger print.

Gibbs walks through to autopsy to find Ducky.

‘Ah Jethro, just in time, I’ve finished my profiling of our attempted blackmailer. I’d say this was definitely a man and I’d say this is someone who knows (y/n) reasonably well so maybe an ex-partner, friend or family member. Although they’re not demanding money, they definitely feel they should have some reward of some kind. The handwriting seems to indicate someone who wants to feel important.

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You’d been at NCIS all day and you were bored. You’d drunk so much coffee you doubted you’d sleep tonight. Not that you were likely to sleep tonight thinking about who was leaving packages on your porch.

Gibbs walked in the room and gave a half smile.

‘Wanna go home?’ he asked.

‘That would be great,’ you reply.

‘The one catch is you have me for company tonight,’

You shrug. You’d never admit it but weirdness aside, it had been nice having Tony and Ziva to talk to last night. You knew Gibbs was a man of few words but having someone in the house would ease to loneliness.

You picked up takeaway on the way home and sat eating it at your kitchen table. Gibbs turned out be chattier than you thought he would and told you stories about your dad. After a couple of hours, you asked if any of the evidence had given them any idea who was sending the notes

‘There are a few leads that are being chased up. Our ME thinks this is someone you know quite well.’

‘Really? Wow.

I’m not sure who would do this.’

‘Any family members you haven’t seen eye to with?

‘Mom’s family haven’t really been in touch much since she died, I guess. My dad didn’t get on with one of uncles. But I don’t thing he and Mom were that close anyway.’

‘It’s worth checking out. Give me a name and I’ll get the team on to it tomorrow.’

‘Jerry Mather. Last I knew he still lived in DC.’

Gibbs took a note of the name to look up tomorrow. It was getting late. Gibbs insisted on taking the couch despite the offer of the spare room. You got him some blankets and said good night.

When you got downstairs the next morning, Gibbs was bust fixing the kitchen cupboards that had needed a bit of attention. Truth was they were broken when your dad was sick, but he didn’t have the energy and you certainly did not have the skill to fix them.

‘That’s really sweet, thank you!’ you exclaimed.

‘No problem. I woke up early so it put the time in.’

You picked up coffee on the way in to NCIS. You bought your laptop with you so you could at least do some work while you were there. Gibbs left you in the meeting room while he went to brief the team.

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Gibbs sent the team of the chase up the leads that had immerged. (y/n)’s uncle had a record so his details were easy to find. Before they could go check him out, (y/n) came running in to the office.

‘My neighbour called; my house is on fire!’

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Gibbs drove you straight to your house. It was engulfed. The Fire Department were already on the scene, but you knew the house was gone. As the rest of the NCIS team arrived you lost it. That house was the only thing you had left and now it was gone. You wept hysterically. Gibbs held you as you sobbed into his chest. He took you back to NCIS and left you with Abby who hugged you as you poured your heart out about everything.

Gibbs returned after a few hours. He confirmed it was arson.

‘We will catch him (y/n).

‘Doesn’t seem to matter any more,’ you replied. Today had wiped you out, left you feeling hopeless.

Gibbs walked up to you and gently brushed your cheek with the back of his finger before wrapping his arms around you.

‘You’ve still got your memories, he hasn’t taken them,’ he said softly. ‘Things will get better.’

As much as you wanted to believe him, you couldn’t imagine anything being better.

#ncis #ncis fanfiction #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #gibbs x reader #Abby Sciuto #Tim McGee #Ziva David #Tony DiNozzo #angst

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ncisfranchise-source · 7 months

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The original NCIS team almost looked quite different.

In a very fun THR.com oral history that marks the well-watched JAG offshoot’s 20th anniversary, assorted NCIS vets let loose about who else had been eyeballed back in the day for the roles of Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Caitlin Todd and Ducky.

“Harrison Ford was a name that everybody thought about for Gibbs because he was so perfect,” says Charles Floyd Johnson, who was an EP on JAG at the time that the double-episode NCIS backdoor pilot was being cast. “But I don’t think it ever got further than, it was [just] a name thrown out.”

Scott Glenn, who was working steadily in film at the time NCIS took shape, “was considered very strongly” for the role of Gibbs, says Johnson, and Andrew McCarthy was “at one point was in the mix” and met with NCIS co-creator Don Bellisario to discuss the role. But for casting director Susan Bluestein, “Mark [Harmon] had been on my NCIS list from Day 1. I always felt like Mark really had the gravitas for this character.”

One great meeting with Bellisario later, NCIS had its Gibbs.

Other fun casting facts from THR.com’s NCIS oral history, which really must be read on full at your leisure:

◆ The studio initially balked at David McCallum, an “old character actor,” playing Ducky, but “Don [Bellisario] said, ‘If you don’t, we’re not doing the show.'” (Fun fact-within-a-fact: the aforementioned Scott Glenn was also eyed to play Ducky.)

◆ Cote de Pablo “was a home run” when brought in to read for the Season 3 role of Ziva David. Says former CBS casting chief Peter Golden, “I remember she walked in the room and we all were like, ‘Oh, my God, who is this woman?’ Which doesn’t happen now that much at network tests.” As such, “When Cote left, literally there was a ripple in the universe,” remarks former CBS entertainment chief Nina Tassler. “But again, the show found its way forward.”

◆ Regarding Pauley Perrette’s exit from the role of Abby after 15 seasons, Johnson confirms that “an incident” with a dog Mark Harmon that would bring to set, and which allegedly bit someone(s), was the catalyst. After lodging complaints, “By the end of that year, [Pauley] just felt like it wasn’t working for her anymore, and it was time to move on.”

#ncis #interview

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catlynhoss05 · 3 years

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How Far We’ve Come Ch. 2

Tony DiNozzo x sister!reader Jethro x reader

Summary: (Y/n) gets home from deployment and surprises her older brother, Tony DiNozzo. What she didn’t expect was to fall head over heels in love with Leroy Jethro Gibbs. (You guys remember in season 14 where Alex Quinn and Nick Torres’s desks were facing each other? That’s how (Y/N) and McGee’s desks are.)

(Y/N) sighed, running her hand through her short platinum blonde hair as she leaned back in her chair. She was set up at a temporary desk while things got figured out. She was now doing all the required paperwork that needed to be done for her to become an agent. ‘Man, this is taking forever.’ She thought to herself as she continues working on her paperwork. (Y/N) didn’t expect the paperwork to take this long and required so much reading. “Hey, sis. How’s the paperwork going?” Tony asked as he leaned up against his desk. “It’s taking forever, Tony. I honestly did not expect this much paperwork. I just want to be done with it.” (Y/N) groaned, resting her head in her hands. “At least you have two more papers to do. It’ll be worth it, I promise.” Tony said, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Thanks, Tony.” (Y/N) gives him a half smile.

When (Y/N) had finished her paperwork and gave it to HR, it was about 2 o’clock in the afternoon. As (Y/N) walked back into the bullpen, she wasn’t so sure on what she was supposed to do now. So, she had decided to go sit down at her desk that was next to Tim’s. “Hey, (Y/N).” Ziva called out from her desk. “Yeah, what’s up?” (Y/N) asked. “Has Tony always been so...?” “Tony? Yes, he has. Oh, the stories I could tell you about our childhood.” (Y/N) chuckles. “Those’ll have to wait, (Y/N). Got a dead Lieutenant. Grab your gear.” Gibbs says as he walks into the bullpen and to his desk. “Me too, Gibbs?” (Y/N) asked, standing up from her desk. “Yes, you too. And, here’s your badge and gun...... Probie.” Gibbs gives his signature smile as he hands her her stuff. He turns on his heel, making his way to the elevator where the other three agents are waiting. (Y/N) smiles and grabs her new NCIS jacket off the back of her chair and hurries to the elevator with the rest of the team.

Once the team arrived to the crime scene, (Y/N) notices that the crime scene was in an alley way next to a country line dance type of bar. “Man, I love me a good line dance.” She said as she walked up to Gibbs. “You like line dancing?” Gibbs asked, smiling. “Yes, sir. I have soft spot for everything country. Especially line dancing and old western movies. So, what-” (Y/N) was interrupted by an excited McGee. “Boss, you’ve got to hear (Y/N) sing. She is amazing.” McGee said excitedly. “Look, I was in the back of the van and the song ‘My Maria’ by Brooks and Dunn had come on and I just couldn’t resist to NOT sing along. Can we please get to work now?” (Y/N) blushes. “I like that idea. (Y/N), do crime scene photos. Ziva, bag and tag. DiNozzo and McGee, get witness statements.” Gibbs barks out.

“Hey, (Y/n). You should tell Gibbs about those home movies that we’ve made.” Tony chuckled. “Just get to work, Anthony. I’m a Sniper and I will end you.” (Y/n) said, starting to take the crime scene photos. “What do we have, Duck?” Gibbs asked as he crouched beside Ducky. “Well Jethro, looks like he was beaten with a hollow object. I do believe that either this blow to the head or this needle mark on his neck had killed our Lieutenant. I’ll know more when I get him back to autopsy.” Ducky explains. Gibbs stands up from where he was crouched down at when he sees Tony and McGee were walking back over to the scene.

“What did you guys find out from the witnesses?” Gibbs asked. “They all pretty much said the same thing. They all saw Lieutenant Andrews having some drinks with some buddies for a few hours, but didn’t see the Lieutenant leave. That was all that they remembered.” McGee explained. “There was one guy though, Alan Michaels. He said he saw a man about 5′8″, red hair, medium build, follow Lieutenant Andrews out of the bar last night.” Tony said. "Did you get his number just in case we may need him, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked. "Yes, boss."

Once (Y/n) was done taking the crime scene photos, she was making her way over to Gibbs, McGee and Tony when a truck's exhaust backfires. The sound of the exhaust backfiring triggers a bit of (Y/n)'s PTSD that she didn't know that she had. The noise makes her drop to her knees and covers her ears with her hands while she still had the camera strap hanging from her neck. Tony and McGee take notice of (Y/n)'s actions when she goes down to her knees and run over to her. "Hey, hey, hey. (Y/n), it's okay. You're okay. Just breathe." Tony says to her as he's on his knees in front of her.

Gibbs ran over to the commotion to see if he could be of any help. "N-No..... Make it stop. M-Make it stop, please." (Y/n) begged. "(Y/n), it's okay. It's over; it's all over. It was just a truck exhaust that backfired." Tony soothed as he pulled (Y/n) into a hug. After a few minutes of hugging, she spoke up. "I think I'm good now, Tony. Thank you." Tony pulled away and helped his sister up off of the ground. "No problem. But, are you sure that you're okay?" He asked. "Yes, Tony. I'm okay and I'm sorry if I had scared you guys. I never had that happen before." She said as she looked at McGee and Gibbs. "It's okay, (y/n). We're just glad that you're okay." McGee reassured her. She gave him a shy smile in return. "I've been home now for two weeks and not returning back to home base anymore is something I still haven't gotten use to. But the hard part of being home was having to bury two of my Marine brothers." (Y/n) explained to the agents. Gibbs knew all to well how that was like when he had gone through the same thing and then some. "Anyway....." (Y/n) sighed. "I was actually just coming over to tell you, Gibbs, that I'm done with the crime scene photos. Oh, and that Ducky and Palmer are done as well and are actually loaded up and ready to go." (Y/n) explained. "Alright. (Y/n), you ride with me this time and the you two and Ziva take the van." "Yes, sir." (Y/n) gave McGee the camera and started to follow Gibbs back to the squad car.

The car ride back to the office had started out pretty quiet between Gibbs and (y/n). "So, does Vance know about your fallen brothers?" Gibbs asked as he glanced over at her. "Yes, he does. That's why I didn't come back into the office to start filling out the rest of my paperwork right away. I, uh...... Had to bury one of my brothers the other week and then my other brother last week with some time in between to cope with the losses." (Y/n) rubbed her face and sighed. "Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" She asked. "It doesn't work." Gibbs chuckled, earning a smirk from (y/n). Gibbs had started developing feelings for the young agent since the moment they met. He had a suspicious feeling that she had the same feelings for him by the lingering looks and the way she occasionally looked away when they made eye contact.

“So, what are these home movies that Tony was talking about?” Gibbs asked with a chuckle. (Y/n) groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “When I decided that I was going to enlist in the Core, it was like two weeks before I graduated high school. Tony and I had made this promise with each other....” She trailed off. “We made this promise that before I left for boot camp and for whenever I came home on leave, we would make as many home movies as we could before I had to leave again.” (Y/n) explained with a smile as she recalled the memories. “What were the movies about?” Gibbs asked curiously.

“We played the piano and sang random songs together for some of them. Then there were some where either Tony or myself played the piano while singing as the other would make up some random dance behind the other. And then the rest were just of us in the kitchen acting like we were professional chefs and making complete fools of ourselves.” She laughed as she described the home movies. Gibbs smiled and laughed along with her as he pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. Gibbs and (y/n) made their way back into the NCIS building. They were in the elevator back up to the bullpen when (y/n) spoke up. “I’m sorry if I had scared you at the crime scene today. That’s never happened before and I’m pretty sure it’s from what I experienced in the Core.” (Y/n) apologized.

“It’s alright. I’m just glad that you’re okay.” Gibbs said, giving her a reassuring smile. “Oh, I almost forgot. Do you have any plans this weekend? Because, I need some help with the moving truck and getting everything into my apartment. I’ll even order us some take out. What do you say, Gibbs?” (Y/n) asked. “Of course I’ll help. I can bring the beverages. Beer or Bourbon?” He asked. “Uh, duh. Bourbon!” “Deal.” Gibbs chuckled. He loved the way she smiled at him and the way she looked at him with a sparkle in those big brown eyes of hers. “Thanks, Gibbs. I’m just glad that I made a deal with my landlord. And that I have a pretty awesome boss too.” (Y/n) chuckled, lightly bumping shoulders with Gibbs.

When everyone on team Gibbs had gotten back to the office, it had been a couple of hours or so and every lead that had came through was a dead end. Until (y/n) came across Lieutenant Skylar Andrews’ phone records. “Found something.” She spoke up as she did some more digging on the phone records. “What did you find, (y/n)?” Gibbs asked, coming over to her desk. “I think that the Lieutenant was gay.” She said, looking up at Gibbs. “You think?” He quirked an eyebrow at her. She raised her eyebrows at him and leaned back in her chair. “May I continue or do you wanna do this instead?” She challenged. Gibbs chuckled and shook his head. “Go on.”

(Y/n) smirked and sat back up. “Well, the Lieutenant had made a lot of calls and had messaged the same number for the last two years. I’ve gone through and read some of the very detailed messages to where I came to know that he, in fact, was gay. He was calling and messaging his boyfriend of two years.” (Y/n) explained. “And how do you know for sure that he was gay and contacting his boyfriend?” Tony asked. “The messages were very detailed and by very detailed, I mean there were VERY graphic photos too.” She explained again. “If that’s the case, then how do we catch our guy?” Tim asked. “You can send two of us into the bar acting as a gay military couple to lure the man out. Then we can catch him there.” (Y/n) said to Gibbs and waited as he thought about it for a minute.

“Ziver. You and (y/n) go into the bar tonight as a couple But, what’s our game plan here?” Gibbs asked. “Do you know how to line dance, Ziva?” (Y/n) asked. “Yes, but I haven’t been line dancing in a few years.” Ziva answered. “Okay. C’mon, David. We gotta practice line dancing before tonight. Oh, and Gibbs. What uniform should I wear?” (Y/n) asked. “Wear your fatigues.” “Got it, boss. And, Tony. I got a hotter girlfriend than you do.” (Y/n) joked.

#jethro gibbs #tony dinozzo #ncis fandom #jethro gibbs x reader

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chicagofanfictionfan · 2 years

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Sailing Part 8

Jethro’s visual check was largely unnecessary as he stands at the tip of the bow and watches her glide across the water, but his father; Jackson had taught his son; Jethro too well to take anything for granted. As The Family Gibbs’s skipper during their family outing, Gibbs was in charge. With both the welfare of his family and his family’s boat at stake, Jethro was especially careful. Even so, his father; Jackson had helped to keep everything in such ship-shape that it only took a few moments. Her grace and gentleness much like that of her namesake captivating her strength to every man’s eye that fell upon her – just exactly like Kate minus Leo in Titanic, taking a deep breath, sucking in all that fresh ocean air that his lungs will allow. With his lips pressed together, he lets go of it gently, as if he’s blowing out a candle in slow motion, getting thoroughly drenched, but that feels pretty damn good. To him the sound of the tide lapping at her sides was a distant echo of their hearts beating as one.

In fact, Jethro thought, so far – amazingly – that this entire boat trip feels pretty good. Who would’ve thought it? Shannon’s right maybe I’m not so crazy after all. Or maybe I’m simply getting too much oxygen – an Ocean High as the boating crowd calls it.

Although we’ve been at sea for only a little while, but with the land slowly fading away at our windblown backs, I’m filled for the first time with a very strange feeling about this trip. Jethro’s sense of humour has really taken the edge off his children as well, at least off Tony and Tim. [Y/N] continues to look beyond miserable, Abby just flutters about between Gibbs and her boyfriend; Tim. Whatever the reason, he does seem more focused.

Of course, our father does have the responsibility of being our skipper, something he definitely made clear the moment we left the marina. He had given his children and his guest, Abby; some time to settle in, unpack their gear, and get their sea legs.

‘Then we’ll go over the rules,’ he told them. Rules?

This – coming from a guy who had left Stillwater, to join the marines and met his future wife; Shannon at a train station – who’s never much as followed anything except how to build a boat; owning a home. He owns only two things in this world now: a duffel bag full of clothes and a mustard yellow dodge challenger 1971.

‘Hey, Abby’ he calls out. It’s possible that he’s psychic – it wouldn’t actually surprise me one bit.

Holding my black laced parasol, I walk back towards Gibbs, who’s at the wheel of the boat, his absolute favourite place on earth to stand. He told me that once, and only once, since Gibbs doesn’t repeat himself.

‘Can you please gather up, Tim, Tony and [Y/N]?’ he asks Abby. ‘I want to go over those rules I mentioned. I know you don’t want to hear them, but too bad.’

‘Sure thing, Gibbs.’ Abby replies and then mutters. ‘Rules. This should be interesting.’

Abby ducks below the decks, where she immediately spots [Y/N] and her boyfriend Tim in the galley. There’s noises coming out of Tim’s iPod and he’s snacking on nutterbutters – no surprise. [Y/N]’s looking at her brother as if he’s a big fat pig; he’s taking no notice to the people around him as he plays Plants vs. Zombies.

‘Come on, more sunshine, more sunshine! Yeah baby! Dang, these zombies are fast. , Hypno-shroom, Pea shooter, Wall-nut. More sun, more sun. YES! CHERRY BOMB! More sun, snow pea, sunflower. POTATO MINE! Spudoo!Yeah! We kicked that zombie's-’

‘Gibbs wants to have that talk now,’ Abby announces. ‘Where are Tony and Ziva?’

[Y/N] and Tim both point toward the sleeping quarters – scrunching up their noses. I head in that direction while the two of them climb up on deck slowly, as if they’re about to be drawn and quartered by their father. ‘This had better be important! The Zombie just ate my brains.’ Tim announced [Y/N] was confused. ‘What are you talking about?’ she asked. ‘I swear, [Y/N] that I’m going to be the world champion of Plants vs. Zombies.’ Tim said; half-serious. ‘Whatever.’

‘So what is so important that my character lost to a bunch of brain-eating zombies?’

‘Tony,’ I call out. ‘Ziva,’ they both doesn’t answer, which is usually Tony’s response. So I decided to check each cabin and he’s nowhere to be found. ‘Tony?’ I call again.

And finally he answers. ‘I’m busy here, Abby. I’m in the head,’ he says.

Just as Abby is about to tell them both to come up and join s when they are done, Abby hears it, the sound of a loud, decidedly masculine moan. Ziva yanks Tony’s shirt free from his jeans. She was grinning at her boyfriend’s topless form. He even looked fantastic in just black jeans, especially seeing as he was straining at the zipper. Tony rolled his eyes at the lustful look on his girlfriend; Ziva’s face and undid the button, pulling the zipper down. She raised her eyebrows as his erection sprang free – he rarely went commando.

He dropped his jeans to the bathroom floor, stepping out of them and approached the shower. Ziva moved backwards to allow him to stand in front of her, didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed when the swell of her breasts became hard in her movements. The way he was rubbing against her vagina, was any indication. She smirked and shifted and found herself pressed against the shower wall – quickly soaped up his erection –he entered her in one fluid thrust. He smirked and then crushed his lips against hers, fondling her breasts, before sliding his hands down her back to cup her ass.

‘What happened to no hot donkey sex?’ Ziva asked him.

‘It’s monkey,’ Tony said correcting her mistake. ‘Anyway I changed – my mind. I – need – you – bad,’ he panted, punctuating each word with a thrust. Ziva just grinned at him and squeezed her internal walls. ‘ZIVA!’ he shouted. ‘God, don’t do that unless you want me to come?’

Abby hearing them still, goes completely crazy. ‘Open up this instant!’ Abby yells. ‘Tony, open the door now! I’m not fucking kidding, Tony! Tim needs a leak!’

#ncis x reader #gibbs reader insert #leroy jethro gibbs x reader

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