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rubyarrows · 6 months

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He Knows

YN sat at her desk, nervously fidgeting with a pen. She watched as Tony DiNozzo, her field partner and friend-with-benefit for some time now, strolled off the elevator with his trademark smirk plastered on his face as he walked over to his desk. She took a deep breath, deciding that it was better to get this off her chest before anything else was to happen today. YNN was beyond nervous, but she knew if anyone was going to be able to get through something like this it would be Tony.

"DiNozzo!" she called out, motioning for him to join her. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Tony raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Sure thing, YN. What's up?"

The YHC haired girl gestured toward the empty conference room nearby. "Let's step into the conference room. It's a bit more private."

Intrigued by her serious tone, Tony followed her, shutting the door behind them. "Alright, YNN, spill the beans. What's going on?" He questioned her and crossed his arms. “And why are you being so secretive?”

YN bit her lip, searching for the right words. "Tony, I'm pregnant. And it's yours."

Tony froze, his eyes widening in shock. "You're... you're pregnant? Are you completely sure?"

YN nodded, tears welling up in her eyes which at this point not even she could tell if they were happy or sad tears, and neither could DiNozzo. "I couldn’t be surer than I am at this moment. After the four different tests I took within the last twenty-four hours and the random fits of morning sickness I've had to fight off the past few weeks, I promise you, I'm sure."

Tony's initial surprise quickly melted into a mix of emotions. He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find his voice. "Wow. I... I don't know what to say."

YN wiped away a tear, her voice trembling. "You don't have to say anything if you don’t want to. I just thought you should know. It's your decision what to do next."

Tony took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch her arm. "YNN, you have no idea what this means. This... this changes everything. Not just on an aspect of me and you because God knows I will never let you go through this alone. Especially not when it's my child you’re carrying. But you can’t go out into the field, not pregnant anyway, there’s too many dangers in it. That’s a no from me and when Gibbs finds out it’ll be a hell no from him."

YN sniffled, mustering a weak smile. "I know. But we’ll get through it."

Tony nodded, his expression filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Of course, we will." He said and leaned forward and placed a sweet and gentle kiss upon her lips. As they exited the conference room, Tony couldn't help but wonder who else knew about their situation. "Speaking of Gibbs, does he know? Have you told anyone else?"

YN shook her head, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Not yet. I wanted to tell you first. I thought we should face this together before involving anyone else. But it wouldn’t surprise me if the Gibbs senses were already in of this information before either of us."

Tony placed a comforting hand on her back as they walked back to their desks. "That's probably for the best. We'll share the news when we're ready, when we've figured things out."

YN nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Yeah, whenever that maybe. Though I'm half expecting to be barred from any of the fun stuff for the time being."

As she sat down at her desk, McGee and Ziva looked at the two of them curiously. “There anything the two of you want to share?” Agent David asked, looking specifically at YNN with eyebrows raised.

McGee was quick to put in his input. “Yeah, you guys did disappear in quite a hurry.”

Agents YLN and DiNozzo looked over at each other and shook their heads. “No. Can’t say that there is.” Tony says and YNN gave a small nod in agreement. “Just had a quick little chat is all.”

Just like being saved by the bell, in walked Gibbs. “Gear up. Sailor found dead just outside of Norfolk.” Everyone rose from their seats and headed towards the elevator. Well, that was till Gibbs stopped two of them before they made it out of the bullpen. “YN. DiNozzo.”

Just by the tone in his voice when he said her name, YN knew that her boss knew. She looked at Tony with a I told you so look and then back at Agent Gibbs who was already staring her down despite the gentle expression on his face.

“Yes, boss.” Tony said as he turned to face the older man.

Gibbs looked from YN to Tony back to YN. “You know,” YN stated and looked back at Gibbs who nodded.

“Be keeping an eye on you the past few weeks. You good to go today?” he questioned.

YN nodded. “I’m good. I’ll let you know if that changes.”

“Do that. And DiNozzo,” he said and turning to Tony. “Keep an eye on her. Letting YN out of your site is not an option going forward.”

“Didn’t plan on it,” Tony said and looked over at the girl to his right with a small smile, knowing he would do absolutely anything to keep her and their little one safe. “To be honest if I had the authority to bench her right now, I would.” YNN turned to her partner and gave him a cold look. “Don’t look at me in that tone, it would give me peace of mind.”

“Good thing it’s not your call then.” she said and turned back to Gibbs. “I’ll promise to always stay within reach of somebody, if that’ll help Mr. Paranoid over here calm his nerves.”

Gibbs nodded. “Good. We got questions that need answers and a body waiting for us.”

As the three of them got into the elevator, Gibbs leaned over and whispered, “By the way, congratulations.”

YN smiled. “Thank you.”

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oneshotnewbie · 3 months

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(Tw, eating disorders)

hiyaa, could you do a fic with NCIS (the whole team or just a few characters) and reader who had been struggling with an ed?? i will leave the details to you xx

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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You sat alone in the darkened kitchen of your apartment. The plate in front of you was empty, the remains of a meager salad that you had tossed around several times. Your gaze was blank as you stared at the plate, as if searching for answers that might be hiding in the dried lettuce leaves.

The last few weeks have been a challenge for you. The relentless cases and high stress levels at NCIS had taken their toll on you. The originally secret battle against the numbers on the scales had long since become an open war that you were waging against yourself.

Your colleagues started to notice your changes. Special Agent Ellie Bishop, your best friend, was one of the first to notice a certain distance in your eyes while you were working on a case. Gibbs, who could read his team's moods like no other, had also picked up on the subtle clues- the tired eyes, the emaciated appearance, and the color that had drained from your face.

After a discussion about the latest case and your lack of sympathy, Ellie and he exchanged worried glances before silently agreeing that it was time to talk to you. Together they decided to bring in Jack Sloane, the team's experienced psychologist and agent.

Just a few hours later, after gathering informally, Gibbs, Ellie, and Jack found themselves in her office. The tension in the air was palpable as they patiently waited for you to walk in the door unsuspectingly. “Sit down, Y/n.” The older man spoke calmly, pointing to the couch opposite.

You hesitated with a questioning and slightly confused look before sitting down. The gazes of your colleagues literally pierced you and made you nervous.

"We're worried about you, sweetheart," Ellie began gently, her arms wrapped around her body as her lower back dug into the blonde's desk. "You seem so different lately and we want to understand what's going on."

Jack eventually continued, bringing out her expertise, enhancing the expression of her words by readjusting her glasses. "There's no reason to walk alone in the dark."

It was hard to miss the tension on your face as you tried to control her emotions. Gibbs looked at you seriously, a hint of concern and sensitivity shining in his eyes. "Y/n, we are your team. If you have problems, you don't have to fight it alone. Talk to us."

"It's nothing. I'm fine." You spoke after listening to your colleagues' words, literally feeling the pressure inside you as a lump formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before standing up and abruptly leaving the room without saying another word. The look on your face told the three of them a mix of anger and shame as they realized there was a deeper reason for your change.

The door closed behind you with a muffled bang and Gibbs sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the closed door. "Damn," he muttered. "She won't let anyone talk to her."

Ellie cast a worried glance in the direction you had just been sitting and furrowed her brow in frustration. "We can't just let her go through this alone. She needs help."

Jack Sloane nodded in agreement, her emotions contained as she considered what to do next with you. "I agree, but she also has to be willing to accept help. We can't force her."

In the next few days the atmosphere in the team remained tense. You tried to appear as normal as possible, but the tension between you, Ellie, and Gibbs was palpable. The usual jokes with Dinozzo, the shared breaks with Ellie and the feeling of togetherness with Gibbs seemed to have faded into the background.

Until the senior agent's team received an urgent mission that required your full attention and teamwork. A suspicious package with a bomb inside appeared in a public building. When you arrived on site, the situation quickly became aggravated by memories of 9/11. The building was evacuated and the team took control of the entire situation.

This effort that brought you back onto the field was actually intended to provide distraction and focus for you. However, the tensions in the team were obvious. You avoided all eye contact with your colleagues, the images of the failed conversation echoing in your head, and the pressure you were trying to hide weighed heavily on you.

While you were concentrating on your tasks, you suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Your heart was pounding fast, the world around you was spinning, and your legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. Your vision blurred. Instinctively you reached for the closest thing possible to hold on to, which at that exact moment was Ellie, but your knees gave way and you sank to the ground next to her. The colors blurred before your eyes and you lost consciousness.

Ellie noticed the suddenly tight grip on her forearm. Gibbs, who was standing right behind you, reacted quickly and caught you before your head hit the paving stone. “Y/n!” He called as he gently laid you on the ground and Ellie called emergency services while Dinozzo and McGee continued to focus on the case. You were pale and breathing shallowly, the older agent trying to wake you up while Ellie looked for signs of acute medical distress and checked your pulse, all while talking to the emergency dispatcher.

Gibbs watched worriedly as you slowly came to. When your eyes opened, they showed a mix of embarrassment and weakness. "What happened?" You mumbled, still dazed.

"We'll sort that out later," he replied calmly, brushing some stray strands of hair that had gotten lost in it out of your face. "Right now we need to make sure you get medical attention."

Even as the paramedics arrived and took care of you, the two exchanged a meaningful look. The events of the last few minutes had exposed a reality that they could no longer ignore and it became clear to everyone that this was not just about the case and the hot summer days that drove everyone into a corner - this was about the well-being of an agent who not only fought against external threats in everyday life, but also against her own demons.

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In the hospital room, surrounded by dim lights and the hum of medical equipment, you sat up straight in bed. Gibbs and Ellie had alerted Jack to come to the hospital, where all three of them gathered around you, each of them with a serious but caring look.

"Y/n, it's time we talk about this," Jack began in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand tentatively running over your still-shaky forearm, skillfully ignoring the intravenous access for medication. "We really care about you. This fainting is a symptom of something bigger. You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."

You looked down, fingers folding nervously in your lap. The walls you had so stubbornly built seemed to be crumbling. Gibbs took a step closer to you. His eyes met yours, intense and fatherly at the same time. "You're part of my team, y/n. If you're having trouble, I'm here for you."

Ellie also wanted to join in the conversation, adding something that completely grounded your walls. "We are not only colleagues, but also friends and family. You can trust us. We will help you." You took a deep breath and nodded, a lone, slow tear rolling down your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to talk about it. It feels like I'm losing control."

Gibbs placed a protective hand on your shoulder, letting you know that it was okay to let them in and accept their help. "Sometimes it's okay to let go of control. You are not alone and together we will help you get back on your feet."

"I fell into something that I didn't think I would ever fall into again. An eating disorder that I actually left behind a long time ago," you began to say, many more tears following. Ellie had immediately moved to your side, wrapping you in a big hug to help you tell them everything they needed to know.

The following weeks were characterized by intensive discussions with Jack, supported by professional help from another psychologist outside of working hours. The entire team was there to support you every step of the way, enveloping you in care as they ate with you and brought you small snacks.

Gibbs, who was otherwise known for his strictness, became a protective father figure who lost his strictness on you when it wasn't work related. He constantly reminded you that there was no shame in showing weakness and that you didn't have to fight alone if you suffered a setback for the day.

The team became a supportive unit that not only solved crimes but also looked after each other. Through your courage to defy and confront your own demons, the connection between you all became significantly stronger. Everyone in the family had learned that true strength often came from accepting help and going through the darkness together, rather than isolating yourself and taking the rocky road alone.

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thecrimefiles · 2 years

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Sweet Distraction

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: Gibbs takes matters into his own hands after you unintentionally distract the team.

Main Character(s): Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Anthony DiNozzo

DiNozzo was staring at you with an intense jealousy as he watched the hard candy slide into your mouth, tongue swirling around the crystallised sugar. “Oh yeah,” a quiet moan falling from his lips. “Yeah, just like that.” His voice was barely a whisper as his opalescent eyes began to melt into sinful lagoons of lust.

Completely unaware of the hypnotic power you held over him, your attention was focused on the case file as Gibbs comes striding into the bullpen, holding a cup of coffee. “We got a case?” Asks the marine, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. Your eyes meet his as the sound of his hand colliding with the back of DiNozzo’s head echoes around the room.

“Uh, yeah…” you glance between the two men, confused by their interaction. “Dead petty officer down in Norfolk.”

You begin reading the details of the investigation off the screen before noticing Gibbs’ intimate proximity behind you. Gently taking the remote from your hand, he leans in closer before mentioning, “that’s very distracting.”

A quiet chuckle tumbles from his lips as you turn towards him with a perplexed expression. Raising his eyebrows suggestively as you continue to suck on the lollipop, he pulls it out of your mouth with a soft pop as you lick the honeyed juices off your lips, not once looking away from those heavenly deep blue eyes.

“Grab your gear.” He says in a low voice as his gaze lingers a moment longer on your lips before grabbing the case file and heading towards MTAC.

#NCIS #NCIS Imagines #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #Gibbs Imagines #Gibbs x reader #Anthony DiNozzo #Tony DiNozzo Imagines #DiNozzo x reader

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sailorsolar12 · 2 years

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Federal Agent? - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x NCISAgentWifeOC - Chapter 1

Here is a little crossover I am making between NCIS and Top Gun Maverick. Don't hate me....gihihi.

Rating: M

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC

Warnings: violence, cursing, sexual tension, mentions of sex

Summary: Elaine and Jake Seresin met while she was working a case in Miramar, CA as she was stationed at the San Diego Field office, and he was in Top Gun Training. By the time that Jake graduated, they eloped and have been going strong ever since. Fast forward almost 10 years, Elaine is now in charge of her own team at the DC headquarters. With the discovery of a Dead pilot, Elaine and her team must team up with the San Diego field office to find the killer in Miramar while her husband is there training and before the killer decides to target her husband and his friends.

Elaine Seresin frowned as she looked at the screen in front of her. On the far right was the head shot of the dead naval officer she and her team were investigating. On the far left was the head shot of the same officer, but he was very much dead having a bullet wound in his head. In the middle was the GPS route of the naval officer the day before he arrived to D.C. He had flown in to meet with NCIS about something he had discovered, but her team had no idea what. The forensic scientist, Abby Sciuto, had discovered his last full day in Miramar, CA before he flew out of San Diego International and into Ronald Regan. A very familiar name popped up on the itinerary as her team surrounded her. He had stopped at The Hard Deck before going to the airport. Elaine closed her eyes for a second before she turned to her team. "Lauren, I want you and Grant to stay here in DC and work any and all possible leads. Work with Dr. Mallard and Abby to try and figure out what is going on. I have to go talk to the Director, but Sean and myself will be flying out to Miramar. I am not letting this man's death happen again," she said determined while walking away passing Gibbs on her way to the Director's office.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow recognizing the look on her face and nodded to her. "We don't have a case right now... Do you want McGee and Ziva to be ready if your agents need help?" he asked lightly.

Elaine gave a grateful smile. "You're a saint Gibbs," she called running up the stairs and smiled at Director Vance's assistant - who buzzed her in. The red headed agent smiled at the Director as she walked in. "Director," she greeted lightly.

"Ah! Elaine, what brings you to my office?" Leon asked as he finished signing some papers he was behind on. He looked up at her, seeing the dark look in her eyes. "Let me guess. You want to take an agent to wherever Miss Sciuto has found for the victim."

Elaine nodded. "Yes, sir. Abby recovered his GPS log from his phone the day before he was murdered up until he flew into Ronald Regan. He came from Miramar out in California, sir. I was stationed out there in the San Diego field office for some time. I am on good terms with Agent Wilson - who currently heads up that office. Sean and I could be on a flight within two hours to make sure not a lot of time is lost," she explained, feeling her phone and smart watch vibrating a few times with messages from her husband. She would look at them later.

Leon stared at her for a moment before nodding. "I will call Agent Wilson and let her know you and Sean will be coming. Rumor has it, your husband was chosen to learn about a confidential mission with some other Top Gun Graduates. I presume you would like some time off to spend with your husband while he is there?" A knowing smile crossed his lips as Elaine turned bright red. "Once you wrap up the case, you will have your time off." Leon nodded, picking up the phone to call the San Diego field office as Elaine walked out of his office.

Elaine hummed softly as she looked at her phone while slowly walking down the stairs.

1507: I arrived safely, Babe. I wish you were here with me.

1507: Phoenix just texted me asking about you. I think she is sad her girlfriend isn't here. 😜😘🥰

1507: The Hard Deck is still here after all these years. The others who were called back are all meeting up tonight.

1512: My My Lt Seresin, are you trying to make me fly out there and see you?

Elaine smirked as she locked her phone and headed to where her team was while grabbing her go bag. "Director Vance approved us going. Agents McGee and David are able to be used from Agent Gibbs' team if you two need back up," she told the two agents staying as she made a couple of calls to get her and Sean on the next flight to San Diego. She looked at her phone as they arrived at the airport with all their documentation and badges and permits for the guns and concealed weapons on their persons.

A few hours later

Elaine and Sean had arrived easily enough in San Diego and went to the field office where they set up, debriefed the San Diego team, and coming up with a game plan. It was already dark by the time Elaine and Sean got to The Hard Deck which was a very popular bar in Miramar for locals and Top Gun Naval pilots. Elaine was nervous because she hadn't mentioned to her husband she would be flying out even if it was mainly for work. The red headed agent smiled softly at the woman behind the bar. "Hi, Ma'am. I am Special Agent Seresin, and this is Special Agent Hendrickson. We are from NCIS and wanted to ask you a few questions about Ensign Graces," she said flashing her badge and ID and pulling up a photo of Ensign Gracess taken the night he flew out of San Diego.

Penny raised an eyebrow at the female agent's last name. There was no way it was the same as one of the pilots playing pool. She shook herself out of her thoughts before trying to think back. "I do remember him. He only ordered sparkling water and was here maybe 30 minutes...at least he was only inside for 30 or so minutes. Then, he left. I can download the security footage and send it over to you, if that will help?"

Elaine's phone rang. She nodded to Sean to take over the interview as she stepped away from the bar taking the call. "Seresin," she answered.

"Elaine, its Wilson, any luck at the bar?" Alice Wilson asked exasperatedly.

Elaine chuckled hearing the frustration in her friend. "Yeah, the lady behind the bar - whom I think owns the place - remembered him. She is sending the footage. I say call it a night and meet back up in the morning to go over the footage."

"You always have the best ideas, El. You and Sean head back to the hotel. Meet tomorrow morning at say 7?" Alice asked smiling.

"We will be there," Elaine answered as she hung up and went back to the bar as Sean finished the interview with Penny. "Head back to the hotel," she said to her agent while handing him the car keys. She was ecstatic to surprise her husband.

Sean took the keys and pretended to gag. "I swear you two are disgustingly sweet. You guys give me cavities," he said softly walking away leaving his supervisor chuckling in the bar.

Elaine smiled as she turned to the woman behind the bar again and motioned for a single beer her hazel eyes trailing over the stunning body of her husband - who was dressed in his Khaki's. She slid a twenty to the woman and winked before silently walking over to where the pilots were playing pool. She sipped her beer slowly and bit her lip. Elaine hadn't seen her husband in months and everything in her body was telling her to jump his bones right then and there.

Payback and Fanboy smirked as they watched Hangman easily play pool. Payback frowned as he noticed a very attractive red headed woman staring at Hangman like a hungry wolf on the hunt. "Hey Hangman," he called out before motioning to the woman leaning against the bar. "Looks like you got an admirer."

Hangman frowned slightly as he stood for a moment before taking his shot. He hadn't told many besides Phoenix and Rooster that he was married and constantly had to turn women down when they tried to make a move on him. Jake sighed again and turned around going wide eyed seeing the one woman in his life he would love for all eternity. He shoved the pool stick he was holding into Bob's hands and rushed over to the woman scooping her up into a large hug and swinging her around happily. "Elaine! What are you even doing here?!" he exclaimed happily. Elaine smiled happily returning the tight hug her husband gave to her.

"I am currently working on a case with the San Diego field office," she murmured softly. "Myself and Hendrickson are here while the others are still in D.C. working any leads they get there." She leaned up and gave him a deep kiss slowly losing herself in his scent. Elaine pulled away gazing up at him getting lost in his green eyes. "I missed you so much," she whispered softly.

Jake gave a soft groan and murmured, "Oh? How long are you in town for then, my dear?" His hands slowly wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to his body. "Because I can think of a few things that we can go do right now if you'd like."

Elaine giggled softly as she set her beer down and stroked his cheeks lightly. "Oh, I can think of quite a few things too, but Natasha looks about ready to murder you for keeping her girlfriend away," she teased motioning behind them. Natasha and Bradley looked happy to see she was there while the other 9 pilots looked confused. She kissed Jake deeply before winking and walking over to Nat and Brad holding her beer. "When the fuck did you get back to the states?" she asked Bradley while hugging Natasha.

Jake shook his head pouting slightly as he came over to where his wife was. He smiled proudly slipping an arm around Elaine's waist. "Guys, this is my beautiful wife of almost 10 years, Elaine Seresin. Elaine, this is Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Harvard, Yale, Omaha, Fritz, Halo, Bob, and you already know Phoenix and Rooster."

Payback and Fanboy went wide eyed in shock. Hangman was married?! They as well as the other pilots greeted her and were curious as to why she seemed to be dressed more nicely and not show the right side of her pants. Everyone looked at Bob as he asked what Elaine did.

"Oh, I am a Supervisory Special Agent over a team in DC at the NCIS headquarters," she answered simply subtly flashing her badge and gun.

"You're a fed?" Coyote asked wide eyed. "Damn, Hangman. You sure know how to pick them," he smirked at his fellow pilot who simply smiled at Elaine.

Elaine blushed slightly as Jake kissed her temple before pulling her away with a wink. "It was nice meeting you all," she called out as her husband dragged her away to...catch up after not seeing each other for months.

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ncis-imagines-blog · 1 year

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#ncis x reader #ncis imagines #ziva david #ncis ziva #ziva david x reader #ziva david imagine #ncis fandom

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themadhalewrites · 2 years

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My Angel's Baby

Fandom: NCIS

Character/s Included: Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 385

Having been trained by your father you had tried to find your husband after he went missing but after every lead, you had dried up you decided to call your father for help.

“Hey, dad I have a case file I need you to look over” I said before adding, “I’ll be by in an hour to drop it off to you”

I never liked having to ask him for help because it made me feel less of an agent even though I knew I was probably more qualified than people wanting to get the job at the bureau.

I found it easy to get through the gate for the NCIS building since I hadn’t changed my last name with my marriage.

“Ah, Miss Gibbs. Your father said you were coming.” The guard of the building said stepping aside to let me in.

It was in the elevator that I remembered that I hadn’t told my father that I was pregnant simply because over the last month I had been focusing on my part-time job on top of that the search for my husband who also didn’t know of the baby.

Walking into dad’s office I went straight to his desk and placed the file down on it before taking a seat in the office chair behind it.

It took my dad only a few minutes to come and take the case file off his desk. He gave me a kiss on the cheek before calling his team about the case.

It took a few sleep-deprived days for my dad and the team to find what I was missing as well as cell phone tracking but they had found it.

I was hoping for good news but I knew it was bad as soon as my dad walked over and gave me a big hug while mumbling “I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

At those words, I broke down mumbling my own set of words “I can raise a child on my own, he didn’t even know he was going to be a dad”

My dad pulled away and frowned before pulling me back into a hug “You can move in with me, we can make the spare rooms into yours and the baby’s rooms. You are not alone you have me and the team behind you.”

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roadtogracelandx45 · 1 year

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Someone tell me not to write a crossover between Top Gun Maverick and NCIS.

I started looking at naval bases to flush out Bianca and Maggie's backstories and saw the Naval Yard and it makes me want to write a crossover between the two.

#ash writes #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #top gun maverick crossover #ncis fan fiction #ncis imagines #its already forming in my head #i need help

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writings-of-a-demigod · 3 months

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“Honestly?”

“Yes!”

“You want my honest opinion?”

“That’s what I ask for.”

“Fine! Honestly, I think that’s a stupid plan.”

Tears in Y/n ‘s eyes “Why would you say that?” her voice breaking as she sat down crying.

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it like that” Tony tried to comfort her by rubbing her back “You said you wanted my honest opinion.”

Wiping her eyes “You know what I meant when I said that. You’re not supposed to say the truth.”

He took a deep breath “Ok, Y/n your plan is brilliant and it’s going to work.” He looked like he was in pain saying that.

“You really think so?” Y/n sniffed a little.

“Yes, and it’s going to work because your plans always work and you think of them so thoroughly.” Yeah, he was in real pain saying that because none of was real.

After wiping the tears from your face, you looked at him and smiled.

“Thanks Tony you really proved to me that ‘girl’s tears’ works in literally everything.”

You smirked at his horrid face and get up from her chair as soon as Gibbs walked in asking ‘what’s new’.

“I got a brilliant plan boss DiNozzo thinks so too.” You stood next to Gibbs.

If looks could kill, then you will stabbed to death by the way Tony was looking at you at that moment before Gibbs turned to face him. He changed his expression to a smile.

“You know her plans boss always good.” He was so not convinced.

#writings-of-a-demigod #NCIS #ncis imagines #tony dinozzo x reader #tony dinozzo #jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs

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rubyarrows · 8 months

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Unwavered

YN joined the NCIS team as a tech analyst, immediately catching Tony's attention with her intelligence and quick wit. Tony, always the charmer, struck up a friendship with her, and over time, their banter evolved into a deep camaraderie. With shared jokes and movie references, they found comfort in each other's company during the long hours at the office.

Late one night, after a particularly tough case, YN found herself confiding in Tony about her past. As she shared her struggles and fears, Tony listened attentively, offering his unwavering support. It was in that vulnerable moment that their bond solidified, and they both realized they had found someone who truly understood them.

When YN faced a difficult decision in her personal life, Tony was right there by her side, helping her weigh the options and offering his perspective. Despite their demanding jobs, they always made time for each other, whether it was grabbing coffee in the morning or sharing a meal after a tough day.

Their colleagues couldn't help but notice the special connection between Tony and YN. Gibbs, the team leader, even jokingly referred to them as the "dynamic duo." Abby, with her intuition, declared that they were like family, and that description seemed to fit perfectly.

When YN became a target during an investigation, Tony's protective instincts kicked into high gear. He worked tirelessly to ensure her safety, and their bond became a source of strength in the face of danger. YN's skills proved invaluable in solving the case, solidifying her place in the team.

Amidst the chaos of their work, Tony and YN found moments to share laughter and lightheartedness. Movie nights at Tony's apartment became a regular occurrence, complete with YN's sarcastic commentary and Tony's endless movie trivia. These moments of joy served as a reminder of the precious connection they had.

As the years went by, Tony and YN continued to support each other through thick and thin. They celebrated each other's successes and provided a shoulder to lean on during the tough times. Their bond remained unbreakable, a testament to the power of true friendship.

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Silver Fox

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: The team, including Parker, find out about your little crush on him.

Main character(s): Alden Parker, Timothy McGee, Nick Torres and Jimmy Palmer

Notes: This my first time writing for Alden Parker so, hopefully it’s okay and you guys like it!

The familiar ding! of the elevator echos throughout the bullpen as you familiarise yourself with the case, trying to find a correlation amidst all the evidence. Perplexed by the witness’s statement, you decide to seek clarification from the senior field agent but with your attention firmly fixed on the file in your hands, you end up walking directly into Alden Parker, the newest addition to the team.

“I-I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t be,” he says with a kind-hearted smile. “Flores de hojaldre? It’s a Spanish specialty, translates to ‘flowers of puff pastry’.” He explains, offering you the box filled with the international pastries.

“Thank you, sir.” You accept his generous offer with a sweet smile before remembering your former boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and his intense dislike of the use of the word ‘sir’. “I mean, Parker… uh, Agent Parker.”

“You can call me ‘sir’, doesn’t bother me. In fact... I kinda like it.”

His green-tinted eyes, infused with warm golden hues, linger on yours as the ghost of a smirk begins to frame his handsome features, almost hidden beneath the darkened moustache. The intense gaze, along with his playful confession, prompts a subtle shade of vibrant crimson to colour your cheeks before watching him make his way towards Director Vance’s office. As he disappears up the flight of stairs, McGee and Torres turn their attention towards you as they share a knowing glance.

“What,” you ask.

“You've got a crush on the new guy,” teases Torres.

“Just like you did with Gibbs,” adds McGee.

“I... oh my god, is it that obvious?” They both nod, attempting to suppress their laughter.

“Didn’t know you had a type,” McGee continues. “Who’s next, Fornell?” His mischievous smirk grows wider as you hide your face behind your hands, a muffled groan falling from your lips.

“So,” probes Torres. “Why Parker?”

“I don’t know... I mean, he’s smart, he’s got a good sense of humour, he’s sweet...” you gesture to the pastry still in your hand. “Not to mention-”

“He’s old,” interrupts Torres.

“He’s not-”

“Who’s old?”

The familiar voice echoes from behind you as you turn your attention towards the man in question, “Uh, n-no one.” Glaring at the pair of agents, you take a bite of the pastry as Parker watches you, aware of the sudden tension.

“Okay,” he drags the word out awkwardly. “Back to the case... McGee, where are we on our missing naval officer?”

“I’ve put out a BOLO on his car, still waiting to get a hit.”

“Torres?”

“Forensics are running the trace evidence as we speak.”

“Okay, keep me posted. You,” the former FBI agent turns to you before beckoning you to follow him with his index finger. “You’re coming with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To see Jimmy, hopefully he’s got some answers for us.”

Aware of the intimate proximity between Parker and yourself, you allow your attention to focus on the luminescent glow of the buttons as the soft hum of the elevator dominates the silence.

“So,” Parker turns to you with a soft smile. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

“Uh... no, sir?” After a moment, a quiet sigh falls from your lips. “How much of that conversation did you actually hear?”

“Not a whole lot but, uh...” the thought ruminating in his mind elicits a quiet chuckle. “This older gentleman, he must be a lucky man.” Something in his voice catches your attention as you slowly turn towards him, meeting his curious gaze.

“It’s you... Alden.” The sound of his name dripping from your lips like sweet honey catches him by surprise, more than the confession itself, as his charming smile grows wider.

“Didn’t know you were interested in older men... in me.” He says, taking a step towards you.

“Alden,” his gaze lingers on your lips for a brief moment as your tongue glides across the soft flesh before the doors of the elevator open, revealing a very excited Dr. Palmer.

“Agent Parker, Agent...” his voice trails off as he glances between the two of you. “I-I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

To be continued...

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lizzyk137 · 6 months

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Genuis Vs Genuis: A Spencer Reid Story (Spencer X Reader)

Summary: Spencer and you have known each other academically since they were kids and never got off on the right foot. When you transfer over to the F.BI. behavioral unit from N.C.I.S., Spencer starts to not play nice. Warning: Angst, swearing, mentions of death/murder.

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The day started off great. It was actually relaxing for Spencer. His files had been finished and no new cases had presented themselves in the last couple of days. So there he sat, coffee in hand as he watched the team fool around as he threw in a chuckle here and there. He was content.

It was all good till he heard the shrill of your voice calling his name out.

He turned away from the group to see you bounding over to him, enfulfing him into a hug before his brain could even register the what, why and how's of the situation.

The team snickered at the interaction, the newcomer's face bright and happy with the biggest grin while Spencer's was a face of horror.

He had no idea how you found him or why you were here but he wanted you gone.

"Spence! It's been so long! How have you been?" You asked, ignoring the physical cringe Spencer had given to you using his nickname.

He collected his thoughts and replied with a short but curt answer of fine, then went back to drinking his coffee like it was the only way it could get rid of you.

The smile you had on your face couldn't hide the hurt that you felt. You thought after years of not seeing each other and maturing into adults that Spencer would at least come around to being nice to you or at least be polite. But Spencer was still the Spencer you knew. Childish. Though you'd never say it outloud it was clearly present for all to see once they got to see the dynamic between you two.

You were academic rivals growing up. You never met each other until high school but growing up you saw your names in the paper or during award ceremonies. You were always fighting for the top spot even if it wasn't the intention. Both of you were the same, no matter how much Spencer fought it. Both having the same IQ (187, to which Spencer would claim that you can't accurately quantify intelligence), and you both had an eidetic memory along with being able to read 20,000 words per minutes. You were practically the female version of him.

He hated you though. During elementary school and middle school, he enjoyed the competition. It pushed him to be better, but when high school came, it just got annoying. He didn't fit in to begin with and with teachers and students comparing the both of you together, it was a blow to what little ego he had.

You both finally came face to face during an awards ceremony during your highschool years. He remembered it clearly. You coming up to him before the ceremony, introduced yourself and then acted like you both were best friends and stuck to him like glue throughout the whole thing. Both of your families cooing at the sight of the both of you, a giant grin on your face while he scowled.

Spencer and you had ended up going to the same college- Caltech. He never told you where he was going but somehow on the first day of school, you came running up to him so happy to see him. All throughout his college years he couldn't shake you. Always making the same friends, always inviting him places, showing up at the same places he was. It annoyed him to no ends. You even forced him to attend a house party where you both partook in too much alcohol causing a lapse of time where you both have no idea what happened. You could later recall waking up next to Spencer in bed, both of you had no clothes on while you struggled to wake him up and get changed as the cops busted up the place. To which Spencer still denies since he can't remember a thing.

Three years before joining the BAU, you disappeared out of his life, which he was beyond grateful for. At first it made him nervous cause you just disappeared without a word to him, but then he eventually put his thoughts elsewhere and the thought of you never arose in his mind until now.

"Everyone, this is Dr. Y/N Y/LN. She's from NCIS. She works as a forensic specialist there along with a field agent." Hotch spoke to the group before him as he watched them eye you. "She's been assigned to our team to get more of an understanding with profiling for their team back at NCIS. She'll be working on cases with us for the next couple of months."

You smiled and gave a little wave to the team, a few waving back and all of them but Spencer smiling up at you. Hotch gave a small squeeze on your shoulder then climbed the stairs to his office.

An older gentleman came up to you first, introducing himself as Rossi, then the rest of the team introduced themselves. Your profiling wasn't the greatest but you could tell they were curious to know what was going on between Spencer and yourself. Your lips were sealed for the time being though, you could tell Spencer still didn't care for you and for the sake of your learning and the work environment you decided it best not to bring up anything.

You knew Spencer didn't care for you. As much as you were alike academically, you were the opposite socially. Your parents brought you up letting you enjoy being a kid, having you socialize with kids your age even if you weren't in the same grade at school. They wanted normalcy in your life since school was the exact opposite. Growing up, you had always wanted to meet Spencer. You saw his pictures and had developed a little crush on him which only grew as you got older. You thought he would appreciate a friend who could understand him, so you put yourself out there, always trying to be friendly and be there for him. Have him experience things that people your age where doing or things that college kids would attend or do. Nothing pleased him though. You made friends only to find out that they were friends with him which only made him dislike you more. You tried to pull away from him because you could tell he wasn't fond of you, but the universe kept pushing you together.

The only thing that got you two apart was the Navy. You enlisted and past all their requirements and you were given the opportunity to help build communities back up in the Middle East with new housing and building's and eventually helping with creating medication for underdeveloped communities that were affordable along with equipment and weapons that could help serve the Navy. You were doing good, but your heart still yearned for Spencer, no matter who you tried to get to replace him. You came to love Spencer throughout your college years, while he came to resent you even more. You wanted to tell him you were leaving but he never came the night before your enlistment date. Leaving you stranded in the park at night with a broken heart.

You had started at NCIS five years ago, you were a forensic specialist working side by side with Abby. You were both Ying and Yang to each other, best friends but the polar opposite appearance wise which you loved. While she wore black, you wore white or pastels. She called you her angel which everyone adopted into becoming your nickname.

When Vance came to you with a chance to learn more about profiling from the BAU, you took it. You were good as a field agent and even better with a weapon. It hurt to leave your family, but Gibbs assured you that the team you were working with was great. Fornell vouched for them too, and you were excited to meet the team. As you entered the glass doors, you were surprised to see Spencer there sipping his coffee, his smile setting butterflies off in your stomach.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, you can call me Angel though! It's really nice to meet everyone."

"Angel?" Emily questioned, as she took a seat.

"Um, yeah, my team calls me it back home because I wear a lot of white." You gestured to your all while jumpsuit and blazer.

"And you're a forensic specialist and a field agent and you wear white?" Morgan asked as he eyed you, with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah, it's my colour. Plus, I know enough not to get too dirty." You laughed. You rummaged through your bag, pulling out a picture of the team back home and showed it to the new team standing before you. "This is my family back home. The girl in all black is the other forensic specialist I work with."

Rossi chuckled. "I think she would get along with our Penelope. She's got quite the wardrobe."

"I met with her the other day, she's sweet."

The rest of the morning was spent with getting to know everyone, Spencer alone at his desk annoyance written all over him as he watched his team, his family, surround your desk laughing and having a good time.

Weeks have gone by and the atmosphere surrounding Spencer and you was staring to become sour more each day. You tried your hardest to work well with everyone and bring as much as you could to each case in order to solve it, but Spencer hated that. It felt like with each case, you were getting better at figuring out the clues that he could. Each case seemed to get easier for you as you made your way through the evidence and what you were profiling. Your knowledge in forensics came in useful, he had to admit, but the team started relying on you more than they did him.

Hotch at first had paired the two of you up after the team found out that you and Spencer had a few things in common in the genius department after you went all out on your first case together. Now Hotch was pairing you with Emily or Morgan, even Hotch himself, once they saw you use a firearm and take down two grown man bare handed. It took him years to be comfortable with his firearm and here you were leaving him in the dust. You never boasted your intelligence or not fit in unlike Spencer. It wasn't so much you as a person he didn't like but how much of a blow it was to him to not be able to compete with you.

Spencer watched you as you looked at the deceased couple on the table before you. Hotch had sent the both of you together, hoping Spencer would finally come to his senses and maybe even try to like you. The sexual tension between you the two of you was clear as day to everyone but the both of you. Spencer kept his feelings in check by acting like he disliked you while you were always nice to him but tended to pour yourself into work whenever he was nearby. As intelligent as the both of you were, you weren't geniuses in the feelings department.

"I think we should let Hotch know, what we found out." Your voice bringing Spencer out of his thoughts. He nodded his head as you dialed Hotch's number.

"How do you know so much about autopsies?" Spencer questioned once you were off the phone.

You shrugged as you hopped into the car. "I watched Ducky and Palmer do enough of them throughout the years, so I know a thing or two about them. Plus, I took a few courses on it too while I was with the Navy."

Spencer didn't say anything, just nodded his head as he buckled in.

A few days into the case with no leads, everyone was going a bit stir crazy as the team got no sleep. You came in that morning with muffins and donuts along with a few jugs of freshly brewed coffee unlike the imposter that called itself coffee in the precinct.

"Oh, how I love you, my sweet angel!" Emily said as you set down the jug of coffee in front of her. You chuckled at her remarks and blew her a kiss before you turned around to see Spencer looking at you in disgust. You quickly looked away and turned to Rossi on the other side of the conference room.

"Coffee and a donut?"

"Yes, please!" He said with a smile.

You looked down at the pictures of the deceased that was in his hand. "Are those the crime scene photos of the last couple? I saw the bodies after their autopsy but haven't seen much of the crime scene. Can I take a look?"

He nodded and handed the stack to you. You studied each one carefully before you got to the last photo, your eyes growing wise and you stood up, running over to Hotch, the team looking at you questioningly.

"Was this crime scene gone over with forensics yet?" You asked hurriedly, bouncing on your toes with excitement.

"Partily but it was mostly blood, so they didn't get anything."

You shoved the photo at him and pointed to the small smudge on the wall. "Did they see this?"

"What is it supposed to be?" Hotch asked, squinting at the photo trying to see what you were seeing.

"It looks like a possible print. We need to go back there and collect it."

You heard a sigh behind you then Spencer's hand reached out from behind you and grabbed the picture. "It looks like nothing but a speck on a blown-up picture. The forensics team covered the entire scene, they would have noticed it if it was anything." He looked at you with pure anger in his eyes that it made you lean away, hands shaking. "I don't know what they do at N.C.I.S, but our forensic team does things correctly."

You felt your body stiffen and your eyes slightly water. All you were able to do was given a curt nod and nudge your way around him, as you made your way to the front bullpen. You didn't need anything, but you had to get away from the environment. Spencer was starting to get to you, no matter how much training you had to stay composed, he was just able to break down your walls and make you feel so small. And with this frustrating case and over a month worth of him belittling you, you were finally breaking.

Running a hand through your hair, you sat at a computer to check the forensic findings, no fingerprints were found but you couldn't be too careful. You headed out of the precinct and took one of the SUVs to the crime scene. You arrived at the crime scene quickly and walked inside to find what you were looking for. And there it was, right where it was on the picture. A perfect fingerprint.

"I can't believe they missed that." Jenn said, as the team was finishing up the last of their paperwork on the case back at their home office a few days after the team took down another killer.

"She was just lucky." You heard Spencer mutter from behind you.

You took a deep breath in and started to stack your paperwork. The room cleared out besides Spencer and yourself. Hotch came down and stopped by your desk. "The paperwork is being processed and they'll get you transportation back to Quantico. You'll have to do exit paperwork tomorrow but take the rest of the day and the day after for yourself."

You smiled up at him, not before noticing Spencer was looking over at the two of you. "Thank you for everything, I've learned so much."

"No, thank you for all your help with the past cases. I look forward to working with you again." He held out his hand to you and you shook it before standing up and giving him a large hug, Spencer's eyes growing big at the affection you gave to Hotch. "Oh, and remember, dinner tomorrow night at Rossi's."

"Wouldn't miss it." With that said, Hotch smiled and walked away.

You started packing up the rest of your desk items then grabbed your jacket to head out, ignoring Spencer's watching you with curiosity. You nearly made it to the elevator before you heard your name being called out. You turned around to find Spencer standing only a few feet behind you.

"Can I help you?" You knew how it sounded, snappy and short, but you didn't care, you were finally done with Dr. Spencer Reid.

"Um..." He started to take a step forward but thought better of it. "You're leaving? You still have a few more months left here, though. Why are you leaving early?"

The elevator dinged behind you as it opened, and you took a step back into it. You couldn't help the short laugh that escaped your lips as you shook your head. At this point, you didn't care what answer came out because you would never be seeing Spencer again. Your breath shook as you breathed in as the doors started to close, Spencer worriedly looking at you. "Because of you, Dr. Reid."

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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Breaking Free

[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader

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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.

“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”

The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.

Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”

“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.

Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.

The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”

“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”

Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”

He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.

You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.

Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.

“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”

A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”

Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”

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ncis-imagines-blog · 1 year

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#ncis x reader #ncis imagines #ncis jimmy palmer #jimmy palmer #jimmy palmer x reader #jimmy palmer imagine #ncis fandom

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themadhalewrites · 2 years

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Bring Him Home

Fandom: NCIS

Character/s Included: Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1004

-Your POV-

I had been relaxing on the couch alone because for the last few days I had been alone, My husband was away for work. I was reading a book aloud to the soft kicks in my tummy when my phone rang.

I saw DiNozzo’s name so I said “Look it’s uncle D” to my tummy before answering.

Before I could say anything to him DiNozzo spoke rapidly “Don’t panic, Biggs has been taken”

“I’m coming”

“No Y/N stay at home, Vance and the team will handle it”

“Anthony, I’m coming in to help and I would rather worry in the NCIS building then at home alone”

“Fine, will you at least let me pick you up?”

I grabbed my purse and car keys “DiNozzo I’m 6 months pregnant not crippled. I’ll see you in 30”

On the drive to the NCIS building I tried to push my worries about my husband down knowing it could harm the baby.

When I arrived at the gate DiNozzo was there waiting and made the guard open the gate for me.

“Tony I could have gotten in on my own” I said getting out of my car.

“You could have fallen or gone into labour” He said as we walked to the elevator.

“I’m careful, you know that and I have a few more months till the baby is due”

When the elevator came to a stop on the right floor I walked out and to Gibbs’ desk to sit.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Gibbs was meant to be meeting an informant at a bar. We don’t know if he went because he hasn’t checked in” McGee said.

“Have you checked the place he was staying and the bar where he was to meet this informant?” I asked.

“No” Bishop said.

“Well McGee and Bishop go check while DiNozzo and Vance explain the case”

-Gibbs’ POV-

I looked around the room I was being held in, it looked like it had been abandoned for years and only a few things were dusted off.

The suspect had tried to get information out of me but they failing in coming off as threatening.

When the suspect left unpleased with my responses to them I thought about everything i could be doing at home with Y/N. We still had to paint the room and set everything up for the baby’s arrival.

-Your POV-

When I heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open I asked “Find anything?”

I giggled slightly when i heard Bishop mumble “She’s so much like Gibbs”

McGee whispered back “They’ve been together a long time” before speaking aloud while Bishop and himself walked over ‘The place was undisturbed and the bartender said Gibbs didn’t go in”

“Surveillance cameras?” I asked.

“There weren’t any in the area of the place he was staying in or the bar” Bishop said.

I rubbed the top of my stomach feeling soft kicks “How about on the way to the bar?”

“Nope, we did contact the local police of the area though and they said there was a body of a man found in an alley near the bar, the was shot” Bishop said.

“Vance I’m going to need a map and an overlay of the area” I said watching him scurry away “DiNozzo help me up we are going to the conference room”

As we walked up to the conference room McGee and Bishop talked to each other.

“What’s she going to do with a map and overlay?” Bishop asked.

“Geo profile. She’s going to estimate how far the suspect went with Gibbs”

Vance had the Map and overlay set up with markers and a compass. I walked over to the map adjusting things to where i liked them.

“Now the place he was staying is here” I said placing a dot on where he was staying “And the bar is here” I put another dot down before drawing lines in different colours “And they are the routes he could have gone”

“We could have done that part” DiNozzo said pushing a chair to me “Sit, explain what to do”

“Tony I can do this and I’m the best which is why Leroy gets me to do this when one of you guys is taken” I said leaning over the table grabbing the compass drawing two circles one that’s a 5 mile radius and another at 10. I continued leaning against the my tummy against the edge which got me a very hard kick.

“DiNozzo grab a chair for me. Vance, Bishop and McGee start by searching in the 5 mile radius going from the center out since the suspect is very dumb”

“DiNozzo take her to my office, she makes the rules till I’m back” vance said as we walked out the conference room after I recovered.

-An Hour Later-

DiNozzo was sent out to retrieve me some food since my husband still hadn’t arrived back. I asked him to grab me some chinese food because I had been at the office most of the afternoon so I missed lunch by driving to the office to help but i did snack of things around the office building.

The office phone rang and when I picked the phone up the assistant said “Ma’am special agent Gibbs is here, would you like me to send him in?”

“Yes please” I replied hanging up.

I smiled as the door opened “Director Gibbs, nice you never work here officially and now your the director of NCIS” Gibbs said closing the door.

“Vance is scared of me”

“Is that why he went with Bishop and McGee?”

I smiled again “No I told him to”

I walked over to him examining for any injuries “I’m not hurt he was very..”

“Dumb and weak, I know I go the case run down” Gibbs smiled and hugged me “I’m happy you have clearance here” he said before pressing a soft kiss to my lips and rubbing my belly receiving little kicks “And hello little one,

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