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tragic-shadows · 2 years

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Sorry Idk if your taking requests rn since you haven’t been posting and that’s fine but if you do start again can you do a Angst story with no happy ending please with Gibbs x reader with the prompts 15. “Why don’t you love me?” And 35. “I regret everything” And also 43. “Tell me you love me, or leave”

You don’t have to 💗

A/N: WHATTTT!! Did I randomly get the urge to start writing again?? Maybe.. Absolutely love every single one of you🤍🤍

Title: And I Might Be Okay (But I'm Not Fine At All)

Word Count: 1044

Warnings: None

Pairing(s): GibbsxReader, Slibbs

It happened gradually. You supposed that was how all things with love were. You fall into love slowly, and you fall out of love slowly. Although, maybe the argument could be made that it's all in one split second. You see them and they see you and BAM! Neither of you are ever the same again. Unless you never actually feel out of love, only deeper into resentment.

"Why?" You whisper, simply staring at him, the woman in his bed that was not you completely forgotten. You were downstairs now in the basement, holding up in front of him what you had found. Your own boyfriend in your own bed. You didn't know who's it was but you didn't care, it wasn't yours. "Why would you do this?"

"Y/N," He took a step towards you carefully, almost as if he was afraid you were a bomb about to go off with one wrong move. "It's not what ya' think. I- you were never supposed to-"

"To find out?" Your voice could barely be classified as a whisper.

"To fall in love with me. And I- I was never supposed to fall in love with you!"

"But I did, and you did and you promised.. You promised!" You wanted to yell but you couldn't. You took a step backwards, hitting your back against the wall. "Jethro you promised. Who was it?"

Jethro shook his head. "Please-"

"Who. Was. It?" You stop on every word, looking him deeper in the eyes with every syllable. "Bishop? Abby? Jack?" He shifted. "Of course," you laughed at how silly this all was. "You said you would wait till I was ready but you just couldn't so you banged my best friend. IN MY OWN BED!" This time you did yell. "Because all you wanted from me was physical love, because the emotional love I have just couldn't be enough."

"No I-"

"Don't lie to me Jethro. Did you or did you not sleep with Jacqueline Sloane?" His silence was all the conformation you needed, you knew. But you still wanted to hear it.

"Don't make me say it. Like ya' a lot Y/N. Really do."

"Stop. Did you. Or did you not. Sleep. With. Jack? In our bed?"

"I slept with Jack," Jethro admitted, looking away from you and at the picture of the three of you that was sitting on the top of his work bench.

You march over and take the picture, smashing the frame before throwing the photo into the shredder. "My best friend," you scoffed. "You slept with my best friend." The disbelief was gone and now you were angry. You were more disappointed with him, but definitely anger at Jack.

"I'm sorry." Was all he could manage.

"Rule 6."

"I regret everything, she was just so.." Jethro took another step but you shook your head.

"Don't-" you warned.

"Y/N/N." He stepped within arms reach and you did the first thing you could think of, you reached out and slapped him clear across the cheek.

"She was so what? Better than me?"

"No! Y/N we've never even-"

"So that is it, isn't it?"

"Just kinda ya know.." Jethro admitted

"I actually don't know," you hissed back. You glanced again at the pictures above Jethro's work station. A picture of you and Jethro the day you had your first kiss. Abby had captured it on a polaroid and it was absolutely your favorite thing in the house. Well, it was. The baseball bat in the corner seemed pretty great now. "Tell me you love me, or leave." It was as simple as that and yet…

"First of all, this is my house. Ya' get that right. And I do. Love ya' so much Y/N. Just- not as much."

"Not as much as Jack," you concluded.

"Will you stop that! Not about Sloane. Just don't love ya' like when we first met. Ya' changed, Y/N. So uptight."

You had tears spilling down your cheeks as you faced your boyfriend who was also your boss. "Why don't you love me anymore Jethro?"

"Cause you're not you anymore."

"What on earth is that even supposed to mean?"

"Don't know anymore," Jethro admitted. "I don't know who you are cause ya' sure ain't you. Don't think I'll ever be able to fully stop loving you."

"Well, a little less love is second to none." You pull your badge out of your waistband and slam it on the workbench. "Let me know if you ever find a better agent then me. And heck knows I'd have been a better lover than Sloane." You turn your nose up at her name. You glared at him as you made your way up the stairs, but your sly smile quickly faded into tears. You loved Leroy Jethro Gibbs and you always had. You guessed your mom was right, you would wake up cold for the rest of your life.

You grab your keys, wallet, and phone on the way out, not bothering with anything else, dialing your best friend. "Hey J!" You said. You had meant it to sound exciting but it sounded like you wanted to murder her. You kind of did. You cocked your gun and put it back in it's holster, covering it up with your sweatshirt.

"Hey girly! Was gonna call you soon just had a few things to finish up here at the office."

"Jack," you whisper.

"Yeah? Y/N/N are you ok? Do I need to come get you?"

"Jack why did you sleep with Gibbs?"

The line went quiet and all you could hear was her struggled breathing. "Y/N I'm so sorry you were never supposed to find out."

"And that makes it better?"

"No of course not!" She was obviously crying and you wanted to feel bad but you just couldn't.

"Bye Jack," you reply sadly, ending the call. You went in and blocked her number, setting your GPS to Abby's house. Maybe, just maybe she could help. But who were you kidding? Just because Jack was your best friend didn't mean you were hers. No, Abby was for sure. And she was Gibbs's star. No one would ever love you like you loved them.

TAGS: @aleck-cross @ah-blossom @ilovemark1951 @marennnx @originalsoulcollector @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

#ncis #ncis x reader #gibbs x reader #x reader #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #jack sloane #slibbs

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jenni3penny · 2 years

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'Enough For Now', Kibbs & mild Slibbs, 'Lawyer'

#this one is for you nonny #also for justagibbsgirl #who was just being funny #and also for tango #who did the timeline legwork #and also coolbyrne #who did the work work #jethro gibbs #kate todd #caitlin todd #jack sloane #kibbs #slibbs #gibbs x kate #gibbs x sloane #ncis summer bingo 2022

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thestarwarslesbian · 3 days

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Seriously - Gibbs and Jack kiss and then she leaves.

Also Secret Agent Jimmy Palmer!!

#ncis #alya watches ncis #jack sloane #leroy jethro gibbs #Sloane x gibbs

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withlove-amber · 3 months

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Peaches and Cowboy

gibbs x reader

This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15

Peaches. (Y/N) only had to thank one Leroy Jethro Gibbs for that nickname. He insists it’s because she’s so sweet and kind. But, she’s pretty sure it’s because of her perfume. He calls her that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation.

Her head was down on her desk, with paperwork covering every inch of her desk. Gibbs was growing concerned, because she was looking paler by the hour. Once Tony headed to interrogation, Ziva was checking out a lead, and Tim was getting an update from Abby, he made his way over to her desk. That’s when he smelled her perfume, peach with just a dash of vanilla. “Hey, peaches, you feelin’ okay?” Her head instantly rose from her desk, and she sleepily responded, “Yeah, just a headache the size of Texas. I’ll be alright. Just need to drink more water.” He was still concerned, but ultimately said, “Okay, let me know if you need anything.” “Will do, hun.”

The day went by and by the end of it, she was very excited to go home, make some soup, and crawl into a warm bed. Gibbs had the same idea, but because he was still concerned, he offered to drive her home. She was hesitant at first, saying she didn’t want to be a bother. But he insisted. And she damn near fell asleep during the ride home. She was so out of it, she didn’t even notice that it wasn’t her house. It was Gibbs’ house. Fair enough, they only live a street away from each other. She only noticed something was different when the front table was in a different spot than it was in her house. He led her to the couch, and told her to make herself comfortable. As she did, he disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared a few moments later with two bowls of soup, water for her, and a beer for him. She felt a little bad that her friend was taking care of her, but ultimately felt so grateful that he cared enough about her to do so.

They ate in comfortable silence, and after finishing her soup, she started feeling incredibly exhausted. To no shock, he noticed that she was starting to fade. He took the dishes back into the kitchen, and when he returned to the living room, found her half asleep, curled up on the sofa. He gently pushed her hair away from her face, and gently laid a blanket on top of her. He whispered, “Goodnight, peaches.” She responded with a half-hearted mumble that sounded similar to, “Goodnight Jethro.” And with that, she fell into a very blissful sleep, where she dreamt of a very familiar silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man.

Cowboy. Gibbs only had (Y/N) to thank for that nickname. She calls him that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation. It was a slow day, the team didn’t have a case, so they took the day to catch up on paperwork. Sometime in the afternoon, they all took a break (minus one silver-haired boss), and took turns guessing what their favorite movie genres were. Lastly, it was (Y/N)’s turn. She correctly guessed that Ziva hasn’t watched a lot of movies, Tim’s favorite is action-fantasy, and that Tony’s was classic films. But Gibbs, she had a hard time figuring his out. But ultimately, she correctly guessed he likes westerns. Specifically, black and white westerns. “Yeah I see it, cowboy. It fits.” And with that, that’s how he became “cowboy”. Just with an afternoon distraction from the mind-numbing paperwork they had all been busy with all day. The rest of the day went by in a blur. They all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways for the night. Sometime in the evening, (Y/N) found herself in Gibbs’ basement, drinking bourbon out of an old glass, talking with not her boss, but her friend.

“Why’d ya guess I like westerns?” “Because, you have this air of authority about you, your house is bare besides furniture, you have an old TV, and you build boats in your basement. Plus, at night, you smell like bourbon.” “Wow.” “Yeah… it’s one of my favorite things about you.” “What is?” “Everything. It’s just so you.” He leaned over and wrapped her in a hug. She swiftly accepted his hug, and held him tight. They spent the rest of the night laughing and talking about anything and everything. Not a lot of people know, but Gibbs can be very talkative with the right person. He also smiles his beautiful, soft smile quite a lot. But only when he’s with her. Only when he’s with his “peaches”. And when she’s with her “cowboy”, the sun will never be able to outshine her smile.

#ncis #gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tim mcgee #abby sciuto

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loganstonegibbskinney · 2 years

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NCIS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Jack Sloane - 15x05 for the very sweet admin of @gibbssloanencis

#userstream #Mark Harmon #NCIS #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #Jack Sloane #Slibbs #requests #gibbssloanencis x gibbsabbyncis #ncisedits #mygifs

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hopscotchandlemon · 3 years

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Fictober 2021 Masterlist

“I need you.” Orders (Gibbs x GN Reader)

“You have no proof.” Anaesthetic (Gibbs x Female Reader)

“I’ve waited for this.” Worth Waiting For (Gibbs x Female Reader)

“Fine, I give up.” Sweet Enough (Slibbs)

“I’m not saying I told you so…” On Ice (Gibbs x Reader x Jimmy Palmer)

“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Out of the Cold (Gibbs x Reader)

“That could have gone better.” Better Days (Gibbs x Reader)

“This is it, isn’t it?” The Envelope (Gibbs/Jack/Female OC)

“There’s no right side to this.” Right and Wrong (Gibbs x Reader)

“It’s so quiet.” A Little Peace (Slibbs)

“I swear, it’s not always like this.” It’s not always like this.. (Jimmy x Female OC)

“You keep me safe.” Safe in Your Arms (Gibbs x daughter)

“The things you make me do…” A Little Peace (Part 3) (Slibbs)

“Your information was wrong.” Something to Hide (Gibbs x child OC)

“I like that in you.” Spinning Plates (Gibbs x Female Reader)

“Not this again.” Not Going Out (Team oneshot)

“I’m with you, you know that.” In the Crosshairs (Gibbs x Female Reader/OC)

“This was not part of the plan.” A Little Peace (Part 4) (Slibbs)

“I feel strange.” Strange Feelings (Gibbs x Reader)

“That’s what I’m known for.” Reputation (Gibbs x Reader)

“What did I say?” Letting in the light (Slibbs)

“No promises.” Pancakes and Coffee (Gibbs x Daughter x Wife)

“This time, do what I say.” In the Kitchen (Slibbs)

“Is this supposed to impress me?” Details (Slibbs)

“Do you know what time it is?” A Little Peace (Part 2) (Slibbs)

“I’m sure this has never worked, ever.” Empty (Gibbs x Reader)

“You could have died!” A Little Peace (Part 5) (Slibbs)

“I don’t have to explain myself.” A Little Doubt (Gibbs x GN Reader)

“Why are we whispering?” Speak Too Soon (Gibbs x Female OC)

“Don’t ruin this.” Build ‘em up (Jimmy x Female Child OC)

“Take me with you.” A Little Peace (Part 6) (Slibbs)

#ncis fanfiction #ncis x reader #fictober21 #slibbs #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs x jack sloane #Jimmy Palmer #domestic slibbs

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oneshotnewbie · 3 years

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Survive or die (Navy CIS - Reader x Gibbs Team)

A/N: This idea came from a dream I had. I tried to write it down because I liked it. In this fanfic there will be the new team (Ellie, Jack and Kasie) except for Nick. Tony is a part of this story because I miss him. Also a small info... From now on I will write for NCIS! I will write for any woman x Reader and man x reader (platonic fluff, no romance or relationship). Angst, fluff, whatever you want.. Send it in, there are not a lot of NCIS oneshots on here!! :) ---- The next day was over for you at the NCIS office and you smiled slightly as you leaned back in your chair, put your arms behind your neck and watched Tony scribble lost and annoyed in the reports. The last days have been more than exhausting and you all felt the tiredness. But none of you even thought of sleep, the case you had at the moment was just too important and serious.

A serial killer was up to mischief in D.C, usually not a NCIS case. However, the victims were only women who were either a member of the NCIS itself or served in the Navy. He already kidnapped six woman, took them to different parts in different forests. He tortured them and beat them to death with stones or drowned them in the freezing rivers and ponds.

You did not have a reasonable lead yet, except for a fingerprint on a smooth stone, which was useless because no DNA was stored in the system and some fibers that turned out to be a jacket that had been sold over a hundred thousand times.

And so you tried to use the evidence and information, a phantom picture from a man that was not quiet sure what he saw and a few other things to find and arrest the murderer so that he could no longer hurt anyone. "So, I am done for today." Tony looked up perplexed from his files in front of him, his left eyebrow raised and mouth slightly open. "How? You had more reports on the table than I did!" "Yeah, but the difference between Y/N and you is, that she actually works, Tony." McGee intervened and caught a laugh from Ellie.

You got up and started packing up your things and tidying up your desk. Fully written papers that had not managed to get into the files and your empty tea cups found their way to the garbage while you laid the finished documents on Gibbs table. "Wait, why are you packing up? We have three more hours until the end of the day!" Tony whined as he looked on his watch, the fourth time in this hour already. "I asked Gibbs if I can go earlier today." you simply stated and put the jacket over your shoulders.

Now he was the one leaning in his chair. His eyes were formed into small slits and he looked deeply into your eyes. He smirked as he stood up, ready to pick up a little game with you. "Someone has a date, huh?" You rolled your eyes and walked over to your blonde partner to give her a goodbye hug as always. She was super nice to you from the start and you had a connection from the beginning, you became an inseparable team. She was your best friend at work and after. She did not even hesitate to decline that you were hers too. You both shared some kind of bond, that everyone could see and no one could destroy. "Who is the lucky guy?" Ellie smiled at you since she knew where you were going before looking to Tony, giving him a glare he was afraid of. She was protective when it came to you, like a big sister you never had. She waited, she knew that Tony and you loved acting up all the time. You quickly turned around and walked with slow steps to him. You faced each other, there was no longer any personal space between you. "You know, because you are so curious, it is actually a woman."

His eyes opened suddenly, they were now the size of two tennis balls when he looked at you in surprise and disbelief. His mouth was wide open and he could not utter a single sound.

You leaned slowly against his ear as you whispered something to him. "She is tall, brown-haired, beautiful green eyes." you started to grin against his ear when you felt Tony's lips move, almost trembling as he got inpatient for more informations. "She is smart and she is.."

You licked your lips as you turned away from his ear and looked at him intently. From the corner of your eyes you saw how McGee and Ellie started smiling almost unmanageable while they waited for Tonys smile to fade fast. Both knew where you had to go because they, on the contrary of Tony, really listened to you when you talked.

You could no longer torture them.

"Also my doctor!" you said loudly and he jumped up from his thoughts while you walked away saying Tim goodbye, laughing while you left him there in shock.

It was a routine check-up that you had at your neuro-doctors office every six months. Since your adolescence you have complained almost every day about headaches and blurred vision. Your parents never took this seriously, saw it as an excuse to skip school or paid courses in taekwon-do and piano. So you had to live with this stabbing pain until you were old enough to take care of your health on your own. After the CT scan, at that time without any findings, your doctor put you on medication that helped you cope with the pain and go on about your work. However, he needed a new CT every six months so that nothing would be overlooked if something had happened in your brain and side effects would arise. And now it was that time again, the computed tomography had to be done. But you never got to the doctors office.

#NCIS #Navy CIS #leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #timothy mcgee #timothy mcgee x reader #eleanor bishop #eleanor bishop x reader #ellie bishop #ellie bishop x reader #jack sloane x reader #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #imagines

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atrxides · 1 year

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You’re Losing Me by Taylor Swift

stop, you’re losing me I can’t find a pulse my heart won’t start anymore... for you

#this song from jack's pov in season 18 shattered my heart #gibbs fumbled the biggest bag of all time #blondie better pay for my therapy #DO SOMETHING BABE SAY SOMETHING #you're losing me #taylor swift #slibbs #jack x gibbs #jack sloane #leroy jethro gibbs #sloane x gibbs #jack sloan x jethro gibbs #18x07 #18x08 #ncis #jaqueline sloane #maria bello #mark harmon

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hoffnungswolke · 3 years

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Lucky for me Your kind of heaven's been to hell and back

#ncis #jethro gibbs #jack sloane #slibbs #gibbs x sloane #mine #woke up today and chose pain #no but seriously #HELL & BACK by Maren Morris has these two and especially that scene written all over it #I HAD TO #who would've thought I still knew how to use ps #I still don't know how to chose fonts and text placement #but oh well

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wckrshm · 3 years

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this was so dramatic and for what 💔

#slibbs #ncis #ncis cbs #18x07 #leroy jethro gibbs #jack sloane #gibbs x sloane

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tragic-shadows · 2 years

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Hi can get Plot Prompt #23 and Dialogue Prompt #20 with Gibbs

A/N: Wow this took wayyyy too long to write, so very sorry! also i have no idea wtf happened while I was away but editing is really really weird and it's almost impossible to add tags so if you should be tagged and aren't I have no idea how to fix it :(

Title: Forgive and Forget

Word Count: 3259

Warnings: Gunshot, bullet wound, hospitals

Pairings: GibbsxReader

“Y/N we cleared the building,” Gibbs cries, “Just go already I said I would search the house again! For Pete’s sake, you’re wearing a vest. Just do this. But do it my way. Don’t just storm in there.”

You shove him away from you, taking steps towards the house. “This—“ you snatch a fallen tree branch to break the door— “is my family.”

“Y/N,” Gibbs begged, taking another step towards you, “listen to me! I know it is, but remember rule 10!”

“What about rule 11? When the job’s done, walk away.” Swinging the branch over your shoulder you take it up to the door. “The job’s not done Gibbs. Not until I catch the SOB who murdered my sister, it won’t be over.”

The glass crashes to the ground as you lodge the branch in it, arching through to unlock the door. It clicks open and you kick it in, glancing back at Gibbs. “Y/L/N don’t disobey my orders! Said to go back to the shop and question the workers and I will research the house. Not you!” He rolls his eyes, knowing there was no danger. He got back in the car and pulled out his phone.

You ignore him, turning back into the house behind. You’re so busy searching the house that you don’t register the footsteps behind you until it’s too late.

“Hey kitten,” he whispers in your ear.

Turning rapidly, you knock into a table and fall to the floor. “David,” you gasp.

“Hey sweetheart,” he held his gun up, gently stroking your chin as you tried to turn away. “Gimme the gun, baby.”

You reach to your pocket trying to dial Gibbs, “No,” you say to David.

David tsk tskd your answer and pulled the hammer back on his weapon. “Give me. The gun.”

You wince when he slaps you. You slide it out and shove it in his hand. There was another click and you hide a smile, Gibbs had come up behind David, pistol pushed into his back.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.” He pushes it farther to the mans back.

“Sorry agent,” David says quietly, pulling one hand around back to meet the cuffs.

You barely register the finger to the trigger before your vision goes black.

“Y/N, need you to wake up,” Gibbs whispered, holding on to your hand. “Please.” He shook his head, squeezing your hand tighter. “I’m sorry, should have listened. Shoulda brought him in when you first brought it up.”

An EMT administers the anesthesia as she keeps Gibbs updated. “Two more minutes, we’re almost there, sir.”

“Well get there faster!” Gibbs yells. He dials his phone again, trying to get ahold of someone or anyone but he knew they were all on crunch time working this case. He tried Vance, Sloane, Ducky, Palmer, Bishop, and just about everyone else.

“More pressure,” the EMT demands, placing Gibbs hand over your bullet wound. She adjusts some dials on the IV. “We’re pulling into the hospital now,” she says after glancing up front. “We’ll get her into surgery right away.”

“Better be a damn good surgeon,” Gibbs responds, moving out of the way so they can wheel you out on the gurney.

He follows you at a running pace as the doctors fly through the corridors, finally a nurse stops him, saying he can’t go any further. “I’m a federal agent what do you mean I can’t get through?!”

“I mean you can’t get through, sir. She’s in good hands. I promise you that but I need you to sit down.”

“To heck with that, I’m not sitting down!” He throws his hand sup, continuing to pace back and forth outside the large doors.

“OR is already prepped, as soon as they have all the necessary info, which won’t be long, they’ll start the procedure.”

There’s a soft hand on Gibbs shoulder and he whips around to see Dr Confalone.

“Take a breath, Popeye. All this worrying isn’t gonna get you anywhere once Y/N gets outta there.”

“Gah who called you here?!” Gibbs exclaims, reluctantly following her out into the waiting room.

“Dr. Taft of course.”

“Taft?” Gibbs looks around but doesn’t see the familiar face. “Why?”

“You don’t already know? As soon as they got the call and you told them who you were he said he would do the surgery. Was already over here for some patient file reviews, so it seemed like the best option. He told me you’d probably be a wreck considering what you feel for her.” She offers Gibbs some Water out of the cooler and he takes it, downing it in one gulp and sitting back in one of the chairs.

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about that ever again?”

“Jethro it’s kind of important. Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

He sighs, knowing arguing won’t get him anywhere. “I’m not feeling much at all to be honest. Saw her shot, shot the bad guy, called emergency and here we are. Can’t really believe it’s Y/N in there. Shoulda been me.”

“It is part of the job,” Grace shakes her head, clearly battling with her own feelings and thoughts about the situation.

“What.” Gibbs snaps. “You think it’s my fault don’t you? For being belligerent and not going in with her.”

Grace doesn’t answer as she stares at the OR doors. “I’m just glad you’re both ok.”

“Not ok yet,” Gibbs sighs, laying back in the chair. “Wake me in half an hour.” He closes his eyes, but he doesn’t sleep. He listens to the sounds of the hospital but doesn’t read tot it all. He feels his other agents take a seat next to him but doesn’t look at them or even acknowledge that they’re there. Part of him is relieved that his doctor is the one operating on you, but of course he’s still worried sick.

He opens his eyes after an hour, not wanting to when he was supposed to, but still ignores the agents next to him, instead going across the room to stare out the window with Grace. “We talk more?” He asks.

“You? You and me?” Grace sounds like she’s going to laugh but if she is she doesn’t. “Yeah, what’s on your mind?”

“I want to tell her.”

Grace takes a step back in surprise. “You want to tell her? Who are you and what have you done with my favorite patient? Are you sure? That doesn’t seem like a good idea, considering all your rules! I mean I’m not saying not to but..” She cuts herself off, realizing she’s rambling. “Sorry, I just didn’t think you ever would.”

“Know she’s younger than me, but it’s something I don’t want to lose.”

“Agent Gibbs,” a familiar voice calls from across the room.

Gibbs turns quickly, rushing over to Dr. Taft. “What the hell didn’t you tell me you were in town?” Gibbs barks, then switches gears. “Where is she, how is she?”

“Alive, and that’s a miracle. You did a good thing calling as fast as you did, not handling it your way as you like. She’s out of surgery but she’s not ready to see anyone yet, barely awake.”

“Let me see her.”

“Can’t do that yet,” Taft shakes his head, “she’s still not a pretty sight. Had to stop the internal bleeding before we could take out the bullet. She’s stitched up but it’s going to be a long recovery.”

“I said take me to her room damn it!” Gibbs raises his voice. “I need to see for myself that she’s alright.”

“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in surrender.

“Boss can we go?” McGee pipes up from the sitting area.

“No. Go back to the office, tell everyone what’s going on. Get some rest.” He gives a half smile back before he follows Taft back to the post op.

You looked awful, no doubt about it. David had put the bullet in your shoulder right above the heart, so that you would quickly bleed out but not die right away. Gibbs almost fell, trying to make it to your bed, like his feet wouldn’t work. Dr. Taft brought over a chair and left him be.

Gibbs shook his head, trying to get a good look at your face through all the tubes and wires. “Gosh Y/N, why’d I have to let you go in there like that? Shoulda pulled you out this is all my fault. Shoulda known he’d be hiding out back.” He set his head in his hands but didn’t cry. Gibbs never cries. “I wish I woulda told you sooner. Though I don’t think we coulda worked. You’re too headstrong stubborn and I’m too old.” he finally says with a chuckle, “Think you’re pretty hot. There. Said it. Like you a lot, Y/N. Hope you get out of this dreadful bed soon so I can tell you that face to face. Tell you that I love you.” He awaited a response as if you were awake right in front of him.

“Need you to look at me,” he whispers. “Need to know you’re gonna be alright.” He was close to crying, not that he would ever admit it to anyone, certainly not Dr. Confalone next week during their session. “Please don’t go,” Gibbs holds onto your hand as gently as he possibly can. “Need you here Y/L/N.”

You struggle to move your mouth, realizing he was unaware that you were awake. Taft said barely not “not at all.” you form what you hope is a smile and not a pained grimace “Yeah?” You ask through your breathing tube. He jolts beside you.

“You heard all that?”

“Yeah,” you agree, quietly.

“Didn’t mean for you to.”

“Why’d you say it,” you take a deep breath “then?”

“Don’t know,” he admits. “True though.”

“Yeah,” you find yourself saying for the third time. There’s the click of the door as Taft comes back in.

“Oookayyyy how we doing?” He asks you.

You try and shrug, trying to point to the tube. “Out,” you grumble. You had never been someone to heavily rely on others so being on a ventilator was not your idea of a good time. (Was it anyones really?)

“Yeah I think it looks good. Breathe through this it’ll feel weird.” He pulls it out with a schluck and you cough on the clean air. “Drink.” Taft shoves a glass to your mouth and helps you get it down, just a few sips. “Nurse is on her way to do a few tests.”

You nod and Taft gets the hint to let you and Gibbs talk alone.

“Shoulda probably asked you when you still had the tube in cause all you could say was “yeah”. But when you’re outta this place—“

You cut him off. “Gibbs. Listen I- I’m flattered really I am. It’s just, I almost died. And there’s a lot to me that you don’t—”

“Said you weren’t supposed to hear it.” He stands up and the chair falls back with a thud, he spins and walks as fast as he possibly can, leaving you grasping for the rest of your sentence.

Gibbs didn’t visit you at all in the two weeks you were in the hospital. Kind of a sucky move you thought. Abby came over every day, telling you about what was going on in the office and bringing you little treats. Palmer and Ducky stopped by with some of your favorite soup, McGee brought you flowers every few days, Bishop was out of town on a family matter but she still called off and on. Torres brought you magazines (not that you read any because they were all either Sports Illustrated, Reader’s Digest or Cars Weekly, none of which you were very interested in. Agent Sloane who you had barely talked to since she got here even brought you a get well card, letting you know that it was gonna suck for a while and then still suck, just not as much.

And Gibbs? Gibbs did nothing. He didn’t call, didn’t text. Didn’t even send a message through someone else. Of course that meant you were not at all surprised when he didn’t show up when you were being discharged from the hospital.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask Abby after climbing into her car for her to take you home.

“Wrong? What do you mean?”

“Gibbs. He still hasn’t called or anything. I know we don’t have a case, what’s he been doing this whole time. I even called him and he didn’t answer. I emailed him and he didn’t answer.”

“Oh.. right, that.” She groans. “You know I’m a terrible liar.”

“That’s why I asked you.”

“He hasn’t told me anything, seriously. All I know is he came back from the hospital the day you were admitted and hasn’t been the same since. At first we all thought it was something to do with your condition but when we saw you were ok it couldn’t be that. Maybe it’s just because you’re not at the office.” She smiles slightly. “It’ll be okay. We will all be okay in the ends, and if we aren’t, then it isn’t the end.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“The only thing is..”

“What?” You demand.

“Oh look!” Abby exclaims, “We’re here. At the office! Which means you should go in and greet your team and not talk to me about Gibbs anymore.” She grins awkwardly and runs around to help you out of the car. “You ready?”

“I’m ready.” You weren’t ready. The bullet had dome some damage. Not irreversible with the right physical therapy but it would take time. It entered right above your hear and currently your left arm was in a sling, almost completely immobile. You didn’t want to be the weak one on the team, and quite honestly you were scared of what Gibbs would do. He would either catapult you back into work or not talk to you for another week. You were hoping it was neither.

McGee was the first to see you, embracing you in a side hug. “So glad you’re back, Y/N, boss hasn’t been the same since you’ve been out.”

“So I’ve heard.” You follow him into the bullpen, leaving Abby to go back down to her lab.

The only one there right now is Gibbs, of course. You bite your lip, nervous to talk him. “Hey Gibbs,” you say quietly.

“Hm?” He turns around quickly, not realizing how close he was to you. He takes a step back. “Hey.” He says, suddenly out of breath, like he had run up and down ten flights of stairs.

“I think we need to talk,” you avoid eye contact, instead staring at your own shoes.

“Why?”

“Why?” You counter his question with your own. “Maybe because you screamed at me to hold on and then for two weeks you didn’t come speak to me?”

“Nothin’ to talk about. Been busy.” And he left it at that, brushing past you to MTAC.

That night as Abby was driving you home you told her to take a detour. “I need to talk to Gibbs.” You heard her swallow hard but she turned onto his road, letting you off at his house.

“Good luck, Y/N,” she gives you thumbs up as you turn.

The door was open as always so you went inside, looking around before realizing he was probably in the basement. You were about to descend the rickety wooden stairs when you saw someone with her.

“Gibbs,” she says. “Talk to her please.”

“Jack you know I can’t do that,” he aggressively sands the boat.

“Why not? I saw the way you were with her today, it was awful. She looked heartbroken, and everyone’s noticed you havent been the same these two weeks. You didn’t get her shot, you know that. It’s just a risk of the job. I don’t blame you and I don’t think she does either. So pull up your big boy pants and call her!” She raises her voice, almost yelling. You hated seeing Gibbs like this you did. You couldn’t understand why he was being so distant.

Then you do.

You bolt through the basement door, into the living room. If either of them came up it would look like you had just gotten here. You replay that first hospital day in your head. He had said he needed you. He said he liked you. A lot. And your response made it sound like you didn’t feel the same. It wasnt that at all. And he wasn’t too old for you, he was absolutely everything. You were just afraid that you carried too much baggage for an already tired man. So you gathered yourself up and stormed back to the basement, not watching where you were going and slamming into Jack.

“Oh!” exclaims. “Oh Y/N I’m so sorry you came outta nowhere!”

“No it’s ok, I’m sorry I should have been watching where I was going,” you reach over with your good hand to your arm.

“I didn’t hurt it more did I?” Jack inspected your shoulder through the sling but you assured her it was fine. “Make him talk to you, okay? No one word answers.”

“Yeah, I got it, thanks Sloane.”

“Anytime girl, anytime.” She winks, leaving you to go down yourself. You watch him work for a minute before stepping down carefully, the squeaky steps giving you away.

“Hey,” you smile, coming to stand a little bit away from him.

“Hey yourself,” he smiles back. That’s a good sign.

“Listen, Jack told me to make you talk but I don’t want to hear it because what I have to say is more important. At the hospital I wasnt saying that I didn’t feel the same, I was just afraid because I’m very.. complicated.”

“Ya’ think I’m not?” He asks.

You look at his blue eyes, seeing something you’ve never seen before. Gibbs was scared.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt. “And I know I’m not supposed to say that but I am so sorry I went in there like that, I was angry. I knew nothing would bring my sister back but knowing that guy is dead,” you pause.

“Doesn’t make you feel any better?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle slightly.

“Here.” Gibbs hands you the sand paper. “With the grain,” he says, softer than his words before.

“No,” you whisper back, letting yourself be between him and the boat. “I didn’t come here to help you with your boat I came here because I wanted to tell you that I want to try. Us. You, me.” You search his face, and suddenly you cant because he’s on you, kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. You gasp, your hand coming up to meet his face as you were pushed into the side of the boat. His hands roam your body, up to your shirt and under. Oh yeah, this was a good decision. In a moment he lets you breathe.

“I’m hungry,” you say.

“Yeah?” He smirks. “For what?”

“Chinese,” you say with another smirk. “And as far as I know you’re American.”

“I could change for you.”

“Jethro, are you sure about all this?” You ask.

“As sure as I’ve ever been about anything, more sure than Diane.”

“Well that’s great to know.”

You both stare at each other for a few seconds before you pull him back in. “I love you Jethro.”

“I love you Y/N.” He says back.

“Then show me,” you whisper, letting him kiss you senseless once again.

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