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florientius · 1 year
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*Gibbs slaps Tony's head*
Tony: Sorry, Boss. Thank you, Boss.
*SecNav coming out of the Directors Office catching this whole thing, and re-evaluating the rules of NCIS in his head*
SecNav holding a seminar the very next day: ...I know NCIS allows inter-agency relationships, but those of you who are in these relationships have to know what is appropriate, and what is not. What is happening in the bedroom and in private has nothing to do with the agency, and as such you should make sure that nothing bleeds through from your private life into your professional one.
The MCRT surprisingly attended this one, but of course none of them caught that this was intended for them.
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I like to play with the cast of NCIS (Original show) and the Batfamily.
A short and sweet scene.
Team Gibbs, Jason, Steph and Tim or making plans to infiltrate a gala. Jason knows the target, the target will talk to him.
Steph: Are sure you’ll be able to pull this off? You remember Alfred’s etiquette training?
Jason: I am insulted that you think I’d forget!
(Steph strike an “elegant pose as she bends her hand, palm down in Jason’s direction)
Steph in an elegant voice: Well then in that case, do be a gentleman and escort a lady to the vending machines, I require sustenance.
Jason grimaces at her hand like he’d rather bite it or break it. A glint sparks in his eye, he fixes his collar, straightens his posture and walks over to…
Jason: Agent Bishop.
His speech is smooth, his posture relaxed, features softened.
Jason: I recall that you said the vending machines took your money and neglected to produce your favorite chips. This afternoon, I saw that the problem was amended. If you would permit me (pulls a few bills from his wallet) to spot you so you can acquire the chips of your choice.
Bishop: well that’s very thoughtful of you. However, I recall that the young lady asked for that same favor.
Jason: So she did, however I prefer to be asked for monetary loans, not demanded that they be given. Also a proper lady would not pilfer a man’s money for her own needs.
Bishop: I see. Well, seeing as my craving has not left, I will take you up on your offer.
Jason turns and offers Bishop his arm.
Jason: Will you allow me escort you?
Bishop looks impressed and amused.
Bishop: I will.
She places her hand in the crook of Jason’s elbow as they walk out of the room.
Team Gibbs, Steph and Tim watch impressed and a little disturbed(?).
Steph: Huh, I guess the Pit Madness didn’t erase everything.
Jason gives Steph the finger behind him or from the side of his leg.
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daydreamingdragon · 2 years
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(I'm reading that rp and every time I see Sonic not figure out what's going on, I'm facepalming myself. However, I should probably stop doing that. My forehead is starting to get a bruise from how much facepalming I'm doing! DX )
Sonic is oblivious to some things, partly from his nature I’ve seen in shows/comics/games, and partly due to this little shit keeping his autistic headcanon no matter the verse he’s in.
Maybe you should just smack him outside the head Anon, it might click them.
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ncis-best · 1 month
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Gibbs: Y/n did you slap Tony?
Y/n: no….
Tony: Yes you did!!!!!
Y/n: nooo I didn’t
Tony: YES YOU DID.!!!!
Y/n: NO I DIDNT!!!!
Tony: YES YOU DID!!!
Y/n: YES I DID!!!
Tony:NO YOU DIDNT!!
Y/n: see Gibbs I didn’t.
Tony: wha-
Gibbs: good girl.
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kdogreads · 10 months
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Ain’t Woman Enough
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Gibbs x f!reader
Warnings: jealous!reader, slight angst but mostly fluff and flirting, allusions to smut but no actual smut
A/N: This song popped up on shuffle and this fic just came to me. Enjoy!
Thank you @daphne-bourne for reigniting my Gibbs love and finally getting this out of my drafts! 💕
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You walked with a certain pep in your step as you made your way to the front lobby of the NCIS building where you knew your man would be waiting for you. It was nice working in the same building, him in the investigative unit and you in legal, since you could meet up for coffee breaks or after the workday. It had been such a long, frustrating day today and you couldn’t wait to fall into his embrace.
To your surprise, he wasn’t sitting at his usual spot with a coffee in his hand and another on the table for you. No, he was standing near the small café with a wide smile on his face, hands in his pockets, and a tall, lean, red-headed woman in front of him.
You slowly made your way down the long staircase to the main floor of the lobby, your gaze never leaving your boyfriend and his new friend. She was laughing and putting her hand on Jethro’s bicep as you approached. He must have said something that was just so funny. A hot blush swells over your chest.
“Jethro,” you practically spat, clearing your throat and taking a step closer. His eyes met yours and his features immediately softened into a real smile, much different than the fake one he was sporting just a moment ago.
“Hi sweetheart,” The words flow off his lips in that deep baritone honey you love so much. You raise your brow, glancing over to the mystery woman quickly, trying your hardest not to give in to his knee-weakening gaze.
“Oh Jethro, is this one of your fellow special agents?” The woman questions. It takes everything in you to not slap her right across her primped face. Patience is a virtue you remind yourself in your head
Rather than letting him answer the question, you step closer to him and place a hand firmly on his shoulder, balancing yourself to reach up and kiss him sweetly and deeply. Usually you wouldn’t show such affection in public, but you had a point to make. You can hear an audible gasp coming from the red-headed hussy behind you.
Your lips lock with his over and over, tongue poking onto his lower lip. Jethro grabs at your arm with a harsh grip, practically asking you “What the hell has gotten into you?” With only his fingertips. A soft hum escapes your lips as you finally pull away and you meet Jethro’s wide-eyed expression with your smug one.
“Very special,” You purr, reaching over to swipe a smudge of lipstick off of his lip. Out of the corner of your eye you see Jethro trying desperately to hide a cheeky smirk from spreading across his face.
“Oh, Jethro was just telling me how close your team is, but I, uh, didn’t realize you were, so um—“ The woman stammered and straightened up, fidgeting with her blouse, suddenly unsure what to do with her hands.
Jethro’s hand slides down to land on your lower back and he presses a short peck to your temple. You can barely feel the small gust of air expelling from his nose as he stifles a laugh.
“Some more than others,” He finally breaks the uncomfortable (for the mystery women) silence.
“Well it was lovely to meet you,” You begin facetiously, “Better be on our way, hm Jet?” You slide your hand into his and turn to head towards the door.
She just stands there speechless, probably for the first time in her life, and watches the two of you walk away, hand-in-hand.
You make it out the door and into the warm summer evening air before Jethro lets out a laugh. Your eyes meet his as your hands raise to your hips, one popping out to the side, just waiting for him to speak first.
“Green is a new color on you, sweetheart,” He laughs and pulls you into a sweet hug, still chuckling snd shaking his head.
“I’m sorry,” You sigh into his warm, broad chest, “I didn’t mean to make a scene. I just, I didn’t like the way she was talking to you — flipping her hair, grabbing your arm,” You mock her movements in a most exaggerated fashion, pulling another honey-glazed laugh from your man.
“Just an old friend, killer,” He reassures you, pulling your hand up to meet his lips while you just stand there, defeated.
“Mhm, you have a lot of old friends around here, player,” You raise an eyebrow at him again, jabbing your finger jokingly into his chest, “Especially red-headed ones.”
He lowers his chin to meet your gaze head-on, the hint of a smile yanking on one side of his closed lips. He grumbles something akin to “c‘mere” and pulls you into him again, one hand meeting the small of your back and the other resting at the base of your neck. His long, thick fingers snaked over your loose hair and pulled it over your shoulder so one ear was exposed. He placed a sweet peck on your lips before trailing them to the shell of your ear.
“None of them compare to you,” He growls, barely loud enough for you to hear, but you feel the change in his tone immediately. A silly grin spreads across your face as you feel a rush of excitement creep into your chest.
Jethro does something next that sends that heat straight down to your lower half. He slides the hand that was planted on your back down and plants a swat on your butt that sends a shiver up your spine. He rarely shows you that kind of affection out in public.
It was when you lifted your eyes to meet his in surprise that you spotted Tony and McGee walking up to you, likely just wanting to say and instead getting a free show. Tony had wider eyes than you’d ever seen before and Tim was turning every shade of red.
“Uh, hey you,” Tony greets timidly, “Boss.” He can’t seem to meet either of your eyes. McGee just smiles and adjusts the collar on his shirt nervously.
“Hi boys!” You let out a laugh and tuck yourself into Jethro’s shoulder, pretending to hide your face, while he wraps a strong arm around your waist. He’s suddenly got the same stern look he always seems to have around his team.
“Have a good weekend, agents,” Jethro says with a certain lilt in his voice that only you seem to catch. Tony and McGee let a stream of “thanks boss,” “you too boss,” “bye guys,” “take care,” fall from their still-shocked mouths as you wave and start heading for the car per Jethro’s strong hand on your back guiding you that way.
You look up at him and his stern expression finally breaks, the corners of his mouth turning up into a knowing smile. He leans slightly and presses a kiss to your temple as you hurriedly make your way home so you can continue what he started.
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Gibbs Has A Wife?
Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader
Word Count: 971
Warnings: Mild language, fluff, pregnancy…
Prompt: Gibbs has been knee deep in a case all week and hasn’t been home to you or your son, so you head to NCIS to talk to him yourself…
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Y/N's POV
Angry wasn't even a way to begin how I felt. Livid, we are getting closer. Royally pissed off, that is how I'm feeling.
I swaddle the baby, a hand on my growing bump as I storm off the elevator. I saw his silver hair from where I was coming and his team looked at me confused. I stand at the front of the bullpen when he looks up.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I'm this close to being your fifth ex-wife." I grit out.
"Gibbs has a wife?" Tony asks.
I knew who they all were. Gibbs was fond of each one yet, he wanted to wait awhile before introducing me. He had a blast on teasing them. Jethro stands slowly,  paling once he realized how screwed he was.
"I'm nine months pregnant, we have an eleven month old and I have a job. Yet, I've taken care of every dirty diaper this week, every time he’s got fussy, I got him calmed. I've fed him, I've cleaned the house and made dinner every single night. Yet, you can't show up to have a meal with your goddamn wife? The mother of you two babies. One I spent over twenty hours in labor with and I'm dreading this next one." I snap.
"Y/N/N, honey...calm down. I'm sorry. I've been caught up in a case. I should've called." He says softly and I narrow my eyes.
"If you knew how much I wanted to put my foot up your ass, you'd stay the hell away from me." I snap.
"I know your mad and I'm sorry." He says softly, resting his hands on my hips.
I glare at him, reaching a hand up and slapping him in the back of the head. He smiles nonetheless, rubbing my belly as he stops our little girl from kicking.
"I'm more than mad, Jethro." I snap.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I'll make it up. Ziva, come here. Meet your god-son, Leroy Jackson Gibbs. Let Tony and Tim meet him too, but keep an eye on those two. Mostly Tony." Jethro says, taking our son away from my arms.
He places a kiss on his head, smiling softly down at him before handing him to Ziva who smiles and softly coos at him. Tony and Tim stand, going to stand around Ziva as they smile down at Leroy.
Jethro grabs my hand and guides me towards the elevator. He presses the emergency stop button and we were left in the dark. He cups my cheek, but that doesn't stop me from glaring up at him.
"I love you and I'm sorry, honey. It won't happen again." He murmurs.
"I know it won't because if it does, I'm leaving your ass." I snap and he chuckles.
"I love you." He murmurs, caressing my cheek as he leans down.
I huff, looping my arms around his neck. He knew what buttons to push and when to push them. That made me mad, and this time I blamed that on my hormones.
"I love you too, bastard." I grumble.
He chuckles, slanting his lips over mine. It was soft and slow, the two of us wrapped in each others embrace. God. I've missed him. We pull away and I slap him in the back of the head once more.
"What was that for?" He grumbles.
"Your daughter is kicking my ribcage and bladder." I grumble.
"Turn around." He murmurs.
I do as told, his chest against my back. His hands rub my belly before he lifts my stomach. I moan softly, my legs nearly giving out from how good this felt. I lean back against him, closing my eyes. He kisses the side of my head.
I could stay like that forever. We stayed like that for several minutes before he slowly let my belly down. I turn around, pulling him into a hug.
"I missed you." I murmur.
"I missed you too, honey. I'm sorry. I promise I'll do better or at least call.” He says.
We pull apart, but he grabs my hand and we head back to the bullpen to see Tony holding Leroy.
“I’m your Uncle Tony. I will teach you all the best movies to watch. There are some really good old ones that I’m sure you’ll enjoy. Ziva here will tell you all the good books and McGeek…he’ll probably teach you to game.” He rambles.
I smile, looking up at Jethro who looks down at me with a soft smile. I look back at them, putting my other hand on my stomach. Jethro moves behind me, lifting my stomach again as he rests his head on top of mine.
“Mrs. Gibbs, he’s got your hair…but he has Gibbs’ eyes.” Ziva says.
“I know. He’s going to be breaking all kinds of hearts with those eyes. And please, call me Y/N.” I say.
“Be glad he only got bosses eyes, it’s a good thing he got your looks.” Tony teases and I giggle.
“Stop flirting with my wife, DiNozzo.” Gibbs warns.
“He wasn’t. Calm down, Jethro.” I say.
“You’ve got another one in the oven it seems. Do you know the gender and name yet?” Tim asks.
“Oh yes. It’s a girl this time. We are going to name her Caitlyn Shannon Gibbs.” I murmur.
“A-After Kate…” Tony trails off.
“Yes. In honor of Kate…she was a good woman. And Jethro’s first wife, Shannon.” I murmur.
“Little one has woken up again it seems.” Jethro says as our little girl kicks away.
I grimace, rubbing my stomach as Jethro continues to hold it up. I suck in a breath, slowly exhaling.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Ziva asks.
“This one is definitely going to kick asses, that’s for sure.” I chuckle breathlessly.
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slutforsilverfoxes · 4 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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LJG tags 🖤 @ilovemark1951 @doctorwhofan24
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lizzyk137 · 11 months
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Y/n and Gibbs are best friend's with benefits which nobody knows about. Y/n isn't the type to keep a relationship at least as long as they have known her, she would say she's married to the job. Tony asks why he can't get a woman to stay y/n tells him remembering there names the next morning is a good start to which he asks when the last time she saw any action. Gibbs who over hears this knows the answer but also realizes you won't ask him to get involved just kind of smacks Tony's head. Tony spends the entire week making jabs about y/n non exist love life causing her to be irritated in turn distant from Gibbs. Gibbs Warnes him to back off as she is gonna snap By the end of the week Gibbs can tell she is gonna lose it he is intent on making sure she does so with only him around so he can defuse the it without and broken bones. as the team waits for the elevator Tony says one last thing she hits her limit, makes to punch him causing Gibbs to grab her by the waist and push her into the elevator telling the rest to take the stairs as the doors close.
Annoyance- Agent Gibbs (Gibbs X Reader)
Warnings: teasing/slight bullying, a head slap, burst of anger, and some nice fluff
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"Tomorrow night?" Gibbs asks, just before the elevator doors open.
"Yep." You answer and walk out towards the bullpen while Gibbs passes you and heads up to the Director's office.
"I just don't know if none of them want to be in a committed relationship." Tony was spinning in his chair, chatting with McGee.
"Tony, I don't think I'm one to be getting advice on this." McGee shook his head.
"Ahhh, yes, lonely McGee." Tony swiveled his chair till his eyes landed on you. "But you. You can help."
You rolled your eyes as you sat your bag down. Not because Tony annoyed you, but rather, his questions annoyed you. "And what can I help you with, Tony?"
"Why don't women want to stay?"
"Stay where?"
"Stay more than just the night. I've met some wonderful women recently, and none of them want to stay more than the night. Women just don't want to stay in a committed relationship anymore!"
You chuckled at his question and answered back teasingly. "Well, remembering their names could be a start."
McGee laughed as Tony stood up and leaned against your desk. "And when was the last time you got any?"
"I don't think I need to disclose that information." You said, thinking about what had happened this morning with Gibbs.
You both had been friends-with-benefits ever since a near death experience in which Gibbs took you to his place, and then one thing led to another, and now, a year later, you've been having fun no strings attached. Well, at least for Gibbs. You both were married to your job. Anyone could see that, but the feelings you had for each other were protective and caring.
"I think you don't want to disclose it cause you haven't been getting it." Tony laughed.
You rolled your eyes as Tony whipped his body around teasingly, singing how you didn't get any action, stopping when he turned to face Gibbs, who had been standing right behind him. "Uh... Boss, hey, I was just talking with- ow!" Tony rubbed the back of his head after Gibbs gave him a big slap on the back of his head. The sound of the slap causes you to smirk at the satisfying sound.
"We got a dead body in Glenns. Gear up."
You sent a thankful look to Gibbs as you collected your stuff. Gibbs knew you wouldn't say anything about your relationship with him. Even though he gave you the okay, he knew you still wouldn't. You both had never talked about keeping it a secret. You both just did with respect to each other. Plus, the number of questions the team would have and the constant teasing from DiNozzo would be the death of you.
The rest of the week would consist of two cases and constant teasing from Tony. "Got another date with Taylor this afternoon. What are you doing later night, Y/N?"
"Tony, don't push me. I'm not in the mood." You got up from your desk and walked out of the bullpen.
"DiNozzo." Gibbs called out, reading glass on as he looked down at a document, his pointer finger motioning him closer.
"Yeah, Boss?"
"Leave her alone. She's got enough to handle on this case."
"Boss, I'm just teasing her." Tony chuckled.
"Yeah? I'm telling you to stop it."
Tony sighed and walked away, Gibbs watching him annoyed. In the past week, you had pulled away from him, not wanting to get together after work and barely saying anything at work. He knew you were upset with Tony. You loved your job and were committed to it, but he knew you gave up any chance at a relationship because of it.
You just hit your thirties, and while everyone around you was starting families or getting married, all you had was work and some amazing nights with your boss that you couldn't talk about. He knew you secretly wanted a relationship even if you never said anything. He also knew you'd bottle up your emotions and annoyance until it became too heavy to carry, and you'd snap.
He wanted to defuse anything privately and quickly before you went after DiNozzo for saying something stupid. He was hoping that today he would get the chance before you snapped.
"Y/N." Gibbs called out as he caught a glimpse of you heading down towards the interrogation rooms. He jogged down the hall to you and entered the viewing room right behind you.
"What did you need, Gibbs?" You asked sighing as you collected some loose papers on the sound station.
"Just checking on you. Making sure you're okay." He said, your straight face not changing. "Ya looked stressed."
"I'm not. Just annoyed and tired. These two cases back to back have been kicking my ass." You sat on the edge of the table and looked at Gibbs. He could see the exhaustion in your face. He came over and wrapped his arms around you, but you pushed him away. "I gotta go bring these to booking."
He nodded and stepped away as you walked out of the room.
"So I was telling her, Taylor, we got to try this new restaurant this weekend, and she said, well, what she said was not something I can mention at work. But the bottom line is that we got a romantic getaway in a snowy cottage that we won't be leaving this weekend." Tony rambled as you waited for the elevator.
You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for a teasing comment. Gibbs next to you watching your reaction, hoping he'd still have part of his senior field agent if you snapped.
"So, Y/N," Tony drawled out your name. "What are you up to this weekend? Another lonely night reading with a bottle of rosé?"
Gibbs saw your eye twitch then your whole body turned to face DiNozzo, a growl coming out of your mouth, as he grabbed your body in his arms pulling you into the now opened elevator as you tried to get away to yell at Tony.
"Take the stairs!" Gibbs yelled to a stunned Tony and McGee while pushing the close door button on the elevator as he tried to detain you.
Once the doors closed, he pulled the emergency switch and let you go. He watched as you breathed deeply, then rested your head against the side of the elevator, letting out an annoyed grunt.
"I know, I know. I shouldn't have snapped and tried to go after him."
"I didn't say anything."
"Ugh, you don't have to. I can feel your gaze on the back of my head." You turned around, leaning up against the wall looking at Gibbs. "I guess it was just weighing on me."
"What? Tony or you annoyance with not having a relationship."
You rolled your eyes. "Gibbs, I don't have any problem not being in a relationship. My job is my relationship."
"If it wasn't a problem then why get so upset? And your job shouldn't be your relationship."
"The pot calling the kettle black there, Gibbs. You're married to the job, so what's the difference."
Gibbs took a step towards you. "You're young. You'll find someone. I've lived my life, and I sure as hell had my fair share of relationships."
"Gibbs, I've tried, but no one gets what I do for my job. The canceling, the long nights, the never being able to talk about work until the case is over. God, I have to fuck my boss in order to get some." You cried frustrated. You weren't a crier but this was getting to you for some reason and you didn't know why.
"Why not me?"
You looked up, confused. "What do you say?"
"I said, why not me? We're already doing it. We both know how this job gets. Half our nights are spent together anyway. It has been a year, so why not give it a shot?"
You stared at Gibbs in disbelief. You blinked a few times to make sure you weren't imagining things, but you weren't. Gibbs was looking at you with a small smirk on his face, watching the gears turn in your head as you tried to figure out.
"Are you seriously suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Gibbs' smirk just got bigger as he came closer to you, his body brushing up against yours. His hands on either side of your head as he leaned in and brought his lips to yours. He pulled away and winked at you.
"Why don't we give DiNozzo something to talk about?"
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Ncis x reader - anything for you
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Can it be NCIS team leaving reader out with some fluff at the end ? Thank you so much - Anon💜
They did everything together, they went for meals, drinks, they hung out on days off and you weren’t there for any of it.
As you sat at your desk listening to them talk about the bar they were at last night you frowned heavily, ducking your head as you tried to focus on your paperwork.
“Hey (Y/N) how did you like the bar?”
You glanced up at Tony, you just looked at him for a moment before you went back to doing your paperwork.
“Hey come on! What’s you think?”
Tony walked over, plucking the pen from your hand and you snapped your head up to him.
“I’m busy.” You snapped.
You snatched the pen back, trying to contain your emotions and push everything down.
You didn’t want to blow in the middle of work, you didn’t want to cause a scene or draw attention to your area of the bullpen, so you just went back to your work.
Tony shared a look with McGee and Ziva, and even gibbs looked up at the odd behaviour from you.
“(Y/N)?” You boss asked.
He knew it wasn’t like you to not engage in talking to your coworkers, in fact you loved talking to them and you were always happy to have a chat.
You ignored them as they crowded around your desk and carried on with the last little paperwork and you stood up, gathering the file.
“I need to get these to Vance.”
You tired to move away from them but they had you cornered in.
“Not until you tell us what’s going on.” Tony said.
“Yeah, we know something is bothering you, we just want to help.” Ziva smiled.
You shook your head.
“Nothing, I’m just busy so can you get out of the way?”
“We know somethings wrong with you (Y/N), please talk to us.” McGee begged softly.
You rolled your eyes at them and pushed through them, dodging Gibbs as he tried to grab your arm and spun around, slapping his hand away.
“Don’t pretend you care now. You want I know what I thought about the bar? I don’t know, I wasn’t there. I wasn’t invited.”
With that you marched away leaving them all shocked.
“No one invited them?” Ziva asked.
“I thought they were there when I said about it? Everyone was, even Abby and Ducky.” Tony replied.
They felt the guilt washing up inside of them.
How long had they really been leaving you out of things?
They did try find you, try to apologise, but after your meeting with the director you were gone, and they were told you were taking a few days off for personal reasons.
Were you avoiding them now?
“Come on we have to make it up to them!” Abby said.
She was nearly in tears, feeling absolutely horrible for what they had been doing, they all felt horrible about it.
“Why not a game night? We can all get some food and drinks and go to (Y/N)s place?” McGee asked.
“I think that is a wonderful idea, we should go there around 8.” Ducky smiled.
They all agreed, and carried on with that they were doing because they still had hours yet before anyone could go home.
You were at home, having finished all your paperwork you decided to take some of your days off early just to clear your head and focus on some stuff you had to do.
Getting a shower, you changed into more comfortable clothes and looked through your chore list.
There was a knock on your door and you looked up, setting your list down you walked over and opened the door.
“Boss?” You asked.
“(Y/N).”
You stepped aside to let him in and went back into your kitchen to look at your list of things that needed done.
“What do you need Gibbs?”
“For you to talk.”
You looked at him in confusion and leant again the counter, arms crossed over your chest.
“Want to tell me what that was about back in the office.”
You scoffed a little, not scared of your boss while he was in your apartment knowing full well you didn’t have to play by his rules there and he knew that too.
He leant against your fridge.
“I’m fed up of everyone not even realising I’m there. When’s it going to get to far for you people Huh? When I’ve been shot or worse?”
Gibbs just listened.
You carried on ranting to him, telling how fed up you were, that you didn’t deserve what everyone was doing to you and it was unfair.
You stopped looking at him and sighed, shaking your head.
“Those files were transfer papers. I’m leaving your team, sorry.”
“I know.”
You looked up at him.
“Vance told me. And never say sorry.”
He lightly slapped the back of your head and sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a hug.
“You’ve got a week to decide if it’s what you really want.”
“I’ve already made up my mind Gibbs, why would I change it?”
He looked at his watched and pointed to your front door where a light knock came and you frowned as you looked up at him.
He pushed you towards the door and you padded into the hallway, leaving him in your kitchen.
You opened your door to find everyone there holding board games, a few gaming consoles and a bunch of bags.
“(Y/N) we’re sorry!”
Abby rushed you, tackling into a hug with so much force you were sent stumbling back a few steps and everyone walked in, setting everything down in your living room.
You hugged Abby back, and moved a little so you could push the door back before you went back to holding here as she sniffled into your shoulder.
“Woah okay Abby, it’s okay.”
You rubbed your hand up and down her back until she pulled away, wiping her tears frantically.
“It’s.. it’s not! We treated you so bad!”
You said nothing and turned to find everyone looking at you.
“We’re so sorry my dear, there is no excuse.” Ducky sighed.
“He’s right, there isn’t. At least let us try make it up to you?” McGee asked quietly.
You looked at them all, you were still furious with them, but after all you had been through before the events of the past few months, you decided it was worth giving them a change.
“Fine.”
“Yes! Come on!”
Abby grabbed your hand and pulled you into the living room, showing you everything that they had brought over.
They let you picked what to do, and for Gibbs and Ducky you settled for a bored game at first.
Everyone was laughing, smiling and having a great time, while you talked with Ducky, Tony and McGee were showing Ziva how to play a game on the console.
You spent time with them all one on one either playing a game or talking with them and soon enough hours slipped by.
Everyone decided to stay for the night, and you let Ducky take your bed so he wouldn’t hurt his back.
You were trying to sleep when you felt a paper ball hit your head.
“Tony?”
You sat up and looked across the room and he gestured for you to come over so you did, stepping over Ziva, McGee and Gibbs who were asleep on the floor.
Sitting next to Tony, you looked at him.
“Whats up?” You whispered.
He nudged your shoulder a little bit and offered you a small smile.
“I know it can’t make up for what we’ve been doing, but I hope it’s a start.” He whispered back.
You looked at everyone and you smiled softly.
“You’re right, it can’t.”
Tony frowned.
“But it’s a start, thanks DiNozzo.”
He grinned a little and covered you with his blanket.
“Well you’ve got us coming here every night for the rest of your life so you better get some more blankets.”
You laughed a little bit and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as you sighed a little.
This was nice, and you were feeling a little better but it was going to take a lot more than this to make it up to you, but you knew they were going to keep trying.
After all they were your team, you knew no matter what at the end of the day they would have your back
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Work Wife
Gibbs x fem!reader Fluff
Note: this is a little bit of a spin on something i read the other day also titled work wife. promise I’m not stealing a story just the concept
Warnings: drinking, Gibbs making a joke about domestic partnerships 
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“So where’s Gibbs?” Ziva asked, tossing her backpack onto her desk chair and glaring at Tony.
“I can’t control how fast traffic goes, Ziva,” he snapped back, with a strong emphasis on her name.
“Would you two just get a room,” you laughed, wrapping your hands around the coffee cup tighter. It was always cold in the office building, but today was particularly so because the weather was beautiful outside and the sunshine coming through the windows made the A/C spike. You sighed and set the cup on Gibbs’ desk and pulled his jacket off the back of his chair to drape it over your shoulders.
“Why would I know where he is? I’m not even on your team.” It was true, but you had begun spending a lot of time over there recently, and Tony had noticed Gibbs had stopped disappearing for long periods of time.
“Yeah, but you’re his work wife,” Dinozzo said, unlocking his computer. Despite him acting like he did no work and just kicked around, he was particularly efficient at his job. You were about to make a comment when Gibbs appeared behind him.
“Work wife, Dinozzo? Really? I have enough people with the title wife in my life already.” Tony jumped and frowned, giving you a look.
“None of them are as pretty as her, boss.” That earned him a head slap as you held in a laugh.
“Wha’did ya find?” Ziva and Tony explained what they had found at the victim’s house over one another while you sipped on the coffee, watching a trace run on a license plate on Gibbs’ other screen. It dinged and you looked at it with a frown.
“You got your guy, Gibbs.” He turned and you pointed at the screen.
“How come L/N is the most helpful person here and she’s not even on the team?” he asked, grabbing the coffee from your hands and the jacket off your back.
“Hey! I paid for both of those.” Ziva and Tony were hustling their stuff on.
“Yeah, that’s what you get for being my work wife,” he mused as he walked away. You laughed and got up, heading to your own desk to get your actual job done.
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Your desk phone rang around five, just as you were preparing to leave.
“This is-”
“Ziva, McGeek, boss and I are going to a bar to celebrate the end of this stupid case. Do you want to come?” You could hear Ziva and McGee muttering around Tony.
“Gibbs is going? Sure. That’ll be a sight.” You grabbed your bag and changed your shoes before heading over to where Gibbs’ team sat. He seemed surprised when you walked over expectantly.
“Ah, I see they didn’t tell you.”
“You think they would tell me if they were meddling?” You nodded in agreement, but before any of the three team members could say anything, Gibbs draped his coat back around you.
“Like ya said, you bought it.” You snorted.
“It’s beautiful outside, Jethro, I don’t need your coat out there.” Ziva, Tony, and McGee all stared at each other. It was rare for someone to call Gibbs by his first name.
“Suit yourself.” He took the jacket and put it over his arm.
“Where are we going?”
“Marine Bar,” Tony said, “The one on base.” You laughed again. They really were out of their depth.
“Something funny, L/N?” Gibbs asked as you all headed for the elevators.
“Just you, Marine.” Something flashed in his blue eyes, but he didn’t comment further.
“So, L/N, is he actually your work husband or do you treat all NCIS team leaders like thaaa- OW!” You removed your heel from his toes.
“Just be thankful she already took her high heels off,” Ziva laughed, and Tony grumbled something as you exited the elevator.
“Drive me over?” you asked Gibbs. He half smiled.
“Like you have to ask.”
“Get a room you two,” Tony shot back.
“Maybe we will,” you responded, throwing him a wink. The other three agents gathered as you and Gibbs walked away.
“Fifty bucks they go home together tonight,” Tony said.
“I’ll put a hundred that they will,” Ducky’s voice came. Him, Abby, and Palmer appeared from the other end of the garage.
“Noooo, I don’t think so. L/N seems like she’d want to go on a date first,” McGee commented.
“A hundred it is,” Ducky said, reaching out to shake McGee’s hand. Abby looked like she was going to comment, but Ducky silenced her with a look. Each of them got in their cars to head across the base to meet at a marine bar that Gibbs always went to. You and him were already at the bar, chatting with the bartender.
“What took you all so long,” you asked when they sidled up to order their drinks. A table in the corner was open so the eight of you took it over, Ziva and Tony already arguing about who would sit where.
“Jesus, when will you two just quit it and fuck,” you sighed. McGee tried to mask his laugh with a cough and Gibbs openly chuckled.
“Yeah, what about you two?”
“Who says we haven’t, Dinozzo?” That made the man choke on his tongue.
“Good god, you’d hope they already had given they signed their paperwork already.” All three of Gibbs’ agents turned to look at Ducky then back at the two of you. They had failed to notice Gibbs’ hand around the back of your chair and that you were still wearing his jacket.
“You really are terrible investigators,” you said, “Maybe you should hire me instead.”
“You’re probably right,” Gibbs laughed, picking up his drink and taking a long sip.
“Paperwork? Like marriage paperwork? Come on, boss, this is a joke right?”
“Domestic partnership,” Gibbs said, putting air quotes around the words, “Who comes up with this shit anyway?”
“Much better than me being ex wife number five,” you shot back. Gibbs gave you one of his award winning smiles.
“Yeah well, you’re my work wife apparently, so you can have the title.” And then he kissed you right in front of his whole team.
“Goodness, it feels good to not be keeping that from anyone,” Ducky laughed, “It was getting a bit ridiculous. Now, McGee, I believe you owe me a Benjamin.”
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It’s my first time posting my writing. Go easy on me!
A Reckless Encounter
I've always been a fighter. From the moment I took my first breath in this chaotic world, I learned to battle against the odds that life threw at me. It wasn't easy, though. Growing up with an abusive father, I sought refuge in drugs and alcohol, drowning my sorrows in a haze of self-destruction.
But life had a funny way of throwing curveballs. One fateful night, my reckless ways caught up with me, and I found myself being arrested. As luck would have it, instead of languishing in a jail cell, I was given a chance at redemption in the Marines as an Automotive Maintenance Technician.
The Marines whipped me into shape, physically and mentally, and instilled within me a sense of discipline. After years of service, I decided to embark on a new journey as a field agent for Gibbs’ NCIS team. Gibbs, was an enigma—gruff, tough, and intriguing. And damn, did he stir something within me.
We clashed like thunder and lightning, our arguments a constant symphony in the bullpen. He berated me for my reckless behavior, and I shot back with my signature stubbornness. But beneath our heated exchanges, there were sparks of chemistry, a magnetic pull that had us tiptoeing the line between professionalism and desire.
One day, during a particularly tense mission, I made a costly mistake. Gibbs threatened to strip me of my field duties.
The team, briefing room. Now," he barks, his voice firm and commanding.
I walk into the room, feeling the weight of Gibbs' gaze burning into the back of my head. Tony and McGee sit on one side, exchanging playful banter. Ziva stands off to the side, her eyes flickering with curiosity.
Gibbs glares at me as he enters, his eyes filled with a mix of annoyance and concern. I try to avoid his gaze, but it's like a magnet drawing me in.
"Y/n," he starts, his deep voice cutting through the tension.
I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the onslaught of reprimands.
"You made a mistake out there. A big one," Gibbs continues, his voice low and controlled.
I clench my fists, feeling the anger bubbling up inside me. I refuse to let him treat me like a child.
"You can't keep going out on field ops if you're gonna put the whole team at risk," he growls. I feel a surge of adrenaline rush through my veins. This is it. The moment I've been waiting for. The moment where all my pent-up frustrations come to the surface
But I didn’t! Quit treating me like a damn rookie!" I shouted. "So either take me off field ops or get the hell off my back."
Gibbs looked like he wanted to slap me upside the head. But instead, he just glared and walked out without another word.
~time skip cause I’m lazy lmao”
Suddenly, my phone buzzes. A new case. I glance at Gibbs. But his steely gaze is fixed on me. Not in anger, but something else entirely. Gibbs breaks the silence. "Alright, Y/L/N, you think you can handle this mission?" Gibbs asked, his voice laced with skepticism. I knew he was questioning my abilities, but I wasn't about to back down.
"Of course I can, Gibbs," I replied, my voice dripping with confidence. "I've been through worse."
Gibbs narrowed his eyes at me, clearly not amused. "Don't let your recklessness get in the way. We're dealing with dangerous criminals here."
I smirked at him, unable to resist pushing his buttons. "Would you prefer me to be cautious and boring?” Gibbs stepped closer. Our nose were millimetres apart. His icy blue eyes filled with rage. “Watch your tone, Y/L/N.” I took a second to process what he said before I smirked and said “Are we gonna fight or make out because I’m getting some mixed signals here, Jet.”
Gibbs froze, his jaw dropping slightly. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he processed my words. But before he could respond, I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving him speechless.
As the days turned into weeks, the tension between us grew. We argued, we clashed, and yet, there was an unspoken connection, a chemistry that neither of us could deny. We went through the motions, burying our feelings under Gibbs' infamous Rule Twelve.
But fate has a way of knocking sense into us when we least expect it. On one particularly dangerous assignment, I found myself in a life-or-death situation. The fear gripped me as I looked into the eyes of mortality.
And in that moment, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer.
As I lay there, battered and bruised, Gibbs rushed to my side. His voice was filled with worry as he yelled my name. And in a hoarse whisper, I confessed, "I don't want to die without you knowing how I feel."
And just like that, the floodgates opened. Gibbs confessed his own feelings, his voice shaking with emotion.
We had fought, we had argued, and we had danced around each other for so long. But in that moment, we both knew that love had a funny way of finding us in the midst of chaos.
The end
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NCIS S21E02- The Stories We Leave Behind
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Is that too harsh? Maybe it's too harsh.
Let me preface this by saying, I can only imagine how hard it must've been to write and film this episode. It's one reason why I don't write DeathFics, and those are only fictional people. Writing the passing of a real person, a friend and a colleague? Must be one of the hardest things to do as a writer.
So maybe that's why this felt so incredibly flat. Maybe trying to find that balance between dealing with the death and moving on dulled the emotional punch of it all? Because beyond the opening and closing, this was barely more than a clip episode shows throw in the middle of a season to save money. And of those flashbacks, we could only get ones with 3 characters who are still on the show, because Knight, Parker and even Torres didn't really know him. (I'll mention the Gibbs flashback in a second.) So you had this random assortment of clips that were supposed to engender emotions, but did the opposite in a way- because they weren't immediate reactions (they were memories), it actually lessened the emotional impact. You know what flashback would've been a kick to the gut? How about someone mention Cate, and then show us the clip of Ducky and Cate together? Then you would've gotten the one-two punch of 2 beloved characters now gone. Because if you're going to show a scene between Gibbs and Ducky that no one was present to see (using Ducky's journals as your 'out'), you could've shown Cate or Jenny or Ziva.
By not showing the funeral, fans missed out on a proper send off and a true tie-in with the past. I know Brian Dietzen said they didn't want it to be crammed full of guest stars, but the only guest star we got was a 3 minute cameo by Michael Weatherly?? If they'd had a funeral, they could've filled the church with faces we remembered and given characters/actors a chance to pay their respects. Imagine the nostalgia in seeing Hollis Mann, Jordan Hampton, Gerald Jackson, Ziva David (would've made sense since they brought Tony back), Abby Sciuto (I know, there are off-screen problems w/PP), Rachel Cranston, etc. I know Jessica Walter has also passed away, but what about the rest of Ducky's detective group? What about Jack Sloane? Yes, I know these may have added more storytelling time (particularly Abby and Jack) but did we need McGee's poison ivy flashback?
Other issues:
What happens to Nicholas Mallard? You know, Ducky's half-brother.
What happens to Gibbs' house?
What was the actual proof that the senator was dirty? I mean, real forensic proof? I didn't seem to hear anything other than Parker reading off the autopsy report and the Marine. Or I guess we're just meant to think that ruined his career? Because they didn't charge him with murder or anything.
The entire story hinged on McGee remembering one of the pictures hid a safe? Like Ducky's only clue to an important case was a cryptic line in his journal? smh
This was... this was just not good. One of, if not THE most beloved character on this show and we got a clip episode.
Which brings me back to the Gibbs flashback: As soon as they showed the picture of Gibbs and Ducky on the bookshelf, I knew we weren't going to see Mark. And that disappoints me more than it should, really. After tonight, we should never, ever see Gibbs on this show again, because there will be no bigger reason for him to return than Ducky's death, and he didn't show. Any reason after tonight will be bullshit and a slap in the face to the fans who supported and fell in love with the Gibbs/Ducky friendship. I'm so bitterly disappointed.
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NCIS x top gun crossover
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Scene Headcanons
-Mamba shared her story with Gibbs about Maverick because of the whole ex-wife fiasco and she wanted to be on even ground.
-The team see mamba and Gibbs as parental figures. “I hate when mom and dad do this” “Tony please shut up”
-Mamba and Gibbs are a power couple and EVERYONE knows that, those two together are terrifying in the interrogation room. 
-The Gibbs house is more decorated and homey since mamba moved in, team bonding also takes place some weekends.
-While mamba is not a naval pilot anymore she still has her license and flies every once and a while, sometimes even taking the team on a joy ride. “No i will not fly you to Italy”
-When the dagger squad ends up in NCIS both teams sense that there is something they don't know about maverick and mamba.
-The first meeting between Maverick and mamba was in the elevator with Gibbs and the tension was THICK. The side eye mamba was giving maverick almost gave her a headache. 
-The team does the good ole presentation deep dive and find out maverick and mamba were together and start conspiracies.  “Oh hey boss we are definitely not invading mamba's privacy……please don't tell her” “really DiNozzo?”
-Abby and Ziva actually ask mamba and find out the truth and always death glare maverick.
-Maverick sees mamba as the one that got away. 
-Fornell finds his way involved so he can back up Gibbs and make fun of him. “Why are you here?” “what? I can't see my bestest friend in the world?” cue deep sigh from Gibbs. 
-Gibbs is constantly lurking and scaring the dagger squad when he makes his presence known.
-Phoenix sees mamba as her idol and is in constant awe.
-Gibbs absolutely does not understand the amount of stuff mamba puts in her coffee but does not comment because she has threatened to set his boat on fire.
-Tony pretend gagging when he sees Gibbs and mamba show affection. Cue head slap. 
-Gibbs is “definitely not” jealous of the moves Maverick is trying to pull. He trusts mamba but not the hotshot pilot. “Wow..i mean you look great” “thanks” “want to go catc-” “no” 
-Bob somehow being adopted by mamba he has no clue how it happened in such a short time but he's not complaining. 
-Hangman has a crush on mamba and is not concerned about how much older she is as he said, “she’s a milf Bradshaw” ”she doesn't have any kids??” ”that's not the point” 
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Chiefdirector's Top 23 of 2023
Heres my favourite fics, in no particular order, I read this year, (they may not have been posted this year)
Soulmate (Gabriel x Reader) by @blurryhoney
2. You're doing that now? (Tim Mcgee x Reader) by @specialagentmonkey
3. Built on a fault (Marko x Vamp!Reader) by @theyreonlynoodlesmike
4. Lover Come Home (Thomas Thorne x Reader) by @multifandomfix
5. Missing Her (Jethro Gibbs x Reader) by @hotch-stufff
6. Flashes (Jack Gibson x Reader) by @just-my-fandom
7. Finding my way to you (Matt Murdock x Reader x Foggy Nelson) by @raelwrites
8. Merry and Bright (Tim Bradford x Reader) by @fluentmoviequoter
9. nothing could protect her, not even her little red hood (Luke Danes x Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll
10. Don't You Dare (Eddie Diaz x Reader) by @megalony
11. Bittersweet (Eddie Diaz x Reader x Evan Buckly) by @megalony
12. Agents Dinozzo (Tony Dinozzo x Reader) by @slutforsilverfoxes
13. we're gonna be fine (Finnick Odair x Reader) by @rafeology
14. Phone Calls (David x Reader) by @kurt-nightcrawler
15. Untitled (Hank McCoy x Reader by @mx-pastelwriting
16. Four Slaps and a Kiss (Dwight Schrute x Reader) by @profeyandere
17. Perfect Pair (Aaron Hotchner x Reader) by @ssahotchnerr
18. Big Jim (Jim Hopper x Reader) by @hopsgirl
19. Blood for Blood (Ao Volturi x Reader) by @the-volturi-diaries
20. Goat Legs (Charles Xavier x Reader) by @companionjones
21. Fluff Alphabet (David x Reader) by @blueberrypancakesworld
22. Untitled (Harvey Specter x Reader) by @youvebeenlivingfictional
23. As the Crow Flies [part two - part three - part four] (Alfie Solomans x Reader) by @solomons-finest-rum
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Promises made
Chapter 6: Home
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She hated it with a passion. Understanding they needed to turn her, put pillows in different places touch her, and liking it were two very different things. Looking forward to the day she was able and allowed to do it herself so they'd stop touching her. The only positive thing about it was Miriam. She was very glad that Miriam seemed to be her main nurse. Where the others just came in and did what needed to be done. Miriam talked to her while doing it. Warning her every time when she was going to touch her. It made her less anxious to be told beforehand what would happen with her body. Already she felt unstable enough without the uncertainty of what would happen.
This time Miriam did not come in with the goal to move her body.
"Hello Ziva. I am going to take you to get some more scans. If they look good you will start with physical therapy."
No better news could have come at that time. This laying around was not what she and thus by extend her body was used to. Every time Liat held up the cup to let her drink she could feel the weakness in her arms, from disuse. If everything in her life was changing she at least could get back on of the things she'd loved before. Exercising, keeping her body moving. In the past it had also helped her get her mind of other things.
Rolling Ziva's bed out of the room was the last Liat saw from both of them for the next hour. Not noticing that as soon as Ziva's bed was moved the woman in question closed her eyes. The scans were taken and after Ziva was being rolled in again. Liat could see the exhaustion on her face. Not surprising. The moving that came with preventing bedsores already made her tired. Moving her to the scanning machines would take even more energy from Ziva.
Back barely half an hour and doctor Raviv already entered the room.
"I have very good news for you Ziva" she said as a way of greeting "the scans look good. The events from a couple of days ago did no further damage. For both your spine and pelvic region there are good signs that it's starting to heal."
Finally some good news. While Ziva tried her hardest to pretend her emotional outburst at Eli's abandonment hadn't happened she had feared she made things worse for herself.
"Later today your physical therapist will visit you to discuss everything. I will also send in a dietitian. Before we can truly get you out of this bed and moved to occupational therapy we need to be sure to get you eating again. Any questions?"
"No, thank you doctor Raviv" pleased with the good news she had gotten.
- -
Habits. Hard to break if it was a wrong one, hard to get right if it was something not completely natural to the person. After his weeks at sea only one habit had stuck. Not the getting up early, he still had as much trouble with that as before. Writing his letters to Ziva however did stick.
Even with being back at his desk, the place he longed to be back at the moment he left. Even with being able to actually talk to Abby, tease McGee, get his head set straight by a slap to it by Gibbs. He still needed her. Not that he'd ever thought he would not. Getting to walk back into the bullpen every morning was great. Finally hearing from Ziva would be better. It became clear to him that no one from NCIS had heard from her since she left. The only one he had not approached about it was director Vance. He'd rather not do that.
Not after his attempt to question Gibbs about her. They had been going to a witnesses house to question them when on the drive there Tony had finally dared to ask.
"Have you heard from Ziva?"
Silence as it was so often with Gibbs was also his answer now.
"I never thought I'd say this but I miss our Israeli officer.  Did you know that neither McGee or Abby have heard from her? I had hoped you had any contact with her, is she on another mission for Mossad? She told me once it wasn't all hot women and car chases but I had always wondered if she was just.."
"DiNozzo. Your rambling" His boss said in a gruff voice, Tony knew that if Gibbs had not been driving instead of speaking he'd have head slapped him.
"Shutting up boss"
 So, even though he had gotten almost everything he had wished for he still picked up his pen and paper and wrote to her. Late in the night when no one would glance twice at the senior field agent still at his desk.
The hope that she was send out on a mission and unable to contact him at all grew smaller and smaller. Or maybe it just got harder to cling to that hope.
As always he started his letter with her name. Just her name.
'Ziva, McGee and I have been back at NCIS for some time now and it is not the same without you here. I need my partner. You still haven't contacted me. I know what we said right before we left but.... I am starting to get worried. Where are you? Do you know how many times I picked up my phone to call you? The only thing that prevented me to press call was you yelling at me for compromising the mission you're on. That is the only explanation I can think of for you not contacting me.'
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Just as promised later that day a new face entered the hospital room. Shaking Ziva's hand and introducing herself as "Rasha" explaining since she and Ziva would be working close together she did not see the need for fancy titles or last names.
"Now I read through your medical file but I would like to hear from you what your life looked liked before you came here. How much exercise did you get? That way I can best make a plan for our sessions to get your body in the best condition for when you start occupational therapy"
"The normal amount. I always run...ran about eight kilometers every morning. Three times a week I would go to the gym for martial arts training. Sometimes more if work allow it. "
Inside Rasha had to chuckle, with Ziva saying the normal amount. Rasha read in the files that Ziva was a Mossad officer. Now she did not know about their training regime but she had patients that were in the IDF before, knowing how much they trained Rasha could only believe Mossad was at least that focused on physical strength and health.
"That is a good baseline to start from. That means you are in excellent form" her level of health greatly improved the odds of her recovery.
"I am not so sure about that" Ziva answered her even though no question was asked. "Since I have woken up my friend has had to help me hold a cup, they have to move me because I cannot do it myself. My arms feel weak"
"That is all perfectly normal. Your body has had to go through a lot these past weeks. The weakness you experience is normal after the coma you've been in. Loss of strength is already expected after a week. Let alone the time it was for you." A soft smile appeared on Rasha's face. If all of her patients were in the shape Ziva had been in before she would for sure see quicker recoveries. "The fact that you were in good shape before your accident means that your body is used to working. We will get you back in shape, get your strength back up. I cannot promise you you'll get back one hundred percent. But if you are willing to work so am I. Don't forget your body is also not getting the nutrients the way it is used to. Once you get back to eating you will find your strength will return fast. I'll take my notes and start working on a program. I will be back tomorrow. Prepare to start working then."
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The dietician Michael was a nice enough man, though that was maybe also due to Ziva's excitement at him being there. Longing for a bite of real food, not ice chips. After checking her mouth and swallow reflex quickly jolting things down in his file he gave her the good news. "You are good to go with oral ingestion again. Any swelling from the ventilator is gone. This does not mean you can immediately get back to eating full meals. You're digestive track has not been working on solid foods for too long for that. We will start you off slowly with broths onto mashes and introduce more fiber into your diet again. It is all written out so the nurses can handle that. I will check in periodically with you to see if the plan needs to be tweaked." Looking up when Miriam came into the room holding a tray with a bowl on it. "Now are you ready for real food? We will go slowly since you have been flat for a while. Give us a sign if you feel uncomfortable"
He pushed the button to raise her bed. Then everything went wrong, the bed had barely moved up a couple of inches. Nausea swept over her. More intense than at all the times they had moved her or had rolled her bed down to the scans.
"Stop" was all she was able to say before her stomach protested. At once she started dry heaving. For nothing was there to come up. Quickly she was lowered down again.
"Deep breaths Ziva. This is just a reaction from your body from laying down for so long. We will wait a couple of minutes before we try again. Let it sink down"
And like that, a couple of minutes later they tried again. Ziva closing her eyes before he could start the bed to lift her up a bit. Again with just a bit of movement the nausea came back. This time instead of lowering her down Michael just stopped the bed.
"Remember Ziva deep breaths. We'll try to stay like this to see if the nausea goes away. Your balancing organ just needs to get the message that everything is okay"
With the minutes passing the nausea did not go away. It just seemed to get worse. Ziva felt herself grow warm and start to sweat. When Michael saw this then he lowered her down again.
That whole process was repeated a handful of times more in the next half an hour. Sadly without any change.
"Please no more" Ziva finally said. Since the second time they'd tried to lift her she had not opened her eyes anymore.
Then finally it clicked with Miriam. Who remembered she had Ziva close her eyes on purpose quite a bit in the last couple of days.
"Ziva, did you feel dizzy or nauseated before going up?"
Nodding her head not daring to speak in fear of dry heaving again.
"All the time?" the answer now being a shake of her head.
"Ziva I know it is hard but I need you to answer me. When do you start to get dizzy?"
"When moved" were the only two words Ziva dared to speak.
"When we move you around, also when we move your bed right?" A nod confirmed it.
"I think we need to get you on some different pain medication before we try to get you up again. I think you are experiencing a side effect. I will talk with doctor Raviv to see about the change" leaving her alone with Michael.
"I believe Miriam might be right. For now we will wait until the medicine is changed. Depending on how you are feeling I will be back late in the afternoon."
After Miriam's talk with doctor Raviv it was decided to indeed change Ziva's pain medication. One that was ever so slightly less strong but with a lot less side effects. The change of the medication  was not easy. The pain medicine that had made her so sick going out of her system being sure it was noticed one last time. Which caused another bout of dry heaving even though Ziva was laying flat on her back. The morning she woke up after was better, the change in medicine very noticeable.
When Michael came back that day and they repeated the whole process there was a big change. She still got dizzy and nauseas when they lifted her but not as much. The need to throw up was gone. In slow fazes she was lifted. Somewhere between laying down and upright was where they left it for today. Not wanting to overwhelm Ziva's system. Because the day had taken a lot of energy out of Ziva it was Miriam who spoon fed her the soup. Trying to get over that embarrassment was hard but was made somewhat okay at the feeling of the broth going down. The taste of the salty broth did her good, finally something ells than the ice chips she had been allowed before.
 When everyone concluded she would keep it down Michael told her again how they would build up her tolerance to solid foods. If at any point she felt her body fight against the food or feel nauseas by it she needed to let them know. Before he left he wanted to lower Ziva, who stopped him, down again.
"Can you leave me up please?"
He continued with lowering her "Your body has enough to adjust to. The half hour you have been up is the max I can allow right now. Mostly because of your spine. I will message your physical therapist, noting you responded well with being as upright as you are right now. You will work on being up for longer periods of time."
"You did well today Ziva." Miriam, always being kind to her, said before both she and Michael left. Leaving Ziva alone in the room with Liat. Who had come back from the gym right when Ziva had finished her broth. They talked some. Ziva informing her of what happened when she was gone. Satisfied with a day where she finally did something it was not much later that Ziva closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
- -
A new day had started and for the first time since Ziva landed in the hospital Liat finally thought things were taking a turn, for the better and staying that way.  Where she had thought that before this was different. This was the first day that Ziva had woken up with a smile. Looking forward to eating, to starting to work with Rasha.
"Hey Ziva, Liat" Rasha greeted her happiness being infectious. "Ready to work?"
Having to only look at Ziva to see her smile in reply. "Let's first get you up a bit more. I got the note from Michael and I agree with everything getting you stable upright is important right now"
Slowly she raised the bed. Ziva was happy to note that she did not get as dizzy today and not at all nauseated. After checking if Ziva felt okay Rasha took a seat on the other side of the bed that Liat sat. "Before we start I wanted us to talk about something. I know a lot has happened in the last couple of days and that everything can be very overwhelming. That is why I want you to know that this whole process that we start today is in your hands. Everything we do here is to give you as much choice and control for when you are okayed to leave. There will be times when progress seems none existent and things will get hard. But I am here to work through that with you."
Ziva understood. She did not fully trust Rasha for that was not in her nature. As long as what Rasha said was true, that she would do anything in her power to help Ziva they would be okay.
"What helps is to set a goal for yourself. Something to work towards. Tell me, what do you want? How does life look like when you get out of here?"
For a moment Ziva did not know what her answer should be. The past days had started and ended with her mostly focusing on the here and now. More overwhelmed by the drastic change her life had taken. In the past whenever an injury had brought her to the hospital she had fought tooth and nail to get out as soon as humanly possible to be able to return to work.
She turned the question Rasha had asked her over in her head. Again and again. What did she want? Most of the things she had wanted for her life were not a possibility anymore. Or at least the things that Eli had wanted for her. Without deciding to a memory popped in her head. Tony's voice "Promise me you'll come back. Promise me we'll get a chance?". That made her think of him. For the first time since she'd woken up. The thought of him brought a lot of new questions with it. Would he still want her like this? Unable to be his partner again? Would any of them? Right now she was a world away, she could not return in the same state she had left in. Would that change anything for them? Would Gibbs still trust her as he once had? Would Abby, McGee and Ducky receive her back with open arms? Even like this?
When she asked herself that question her mind answered with memories. Memories of them all hanging out after a case had been closed, thanksgiving at Ducky's, her girls nights with Abby, all the moments shared in the last years. They had taught her what it had meant to be part of a team. A team more often than not working as family. They taught her that is was okay to show what she had kept inside when working for Mossad. It was okay to be human, to make mistakes, to cry to laugh with the people around you. It was okay to love.
The answer to all of her questions would be yes. Even this far away from them she was still a part of them, just as they were a part of her. Things would not be as they were before but they could work at a new normal. She did not need her legs to sit down for tea with Ducky and listen to his stories. She did not need to be physically strong to have fun with McGee or a girls outing with Abby. Her and Gibbs shared a bond to deep to just break because of this. And Tony. She had seen him change in the years since she met him, especially in the last year when they had really gotten close. He slowly got into her heart as more than a friend even if that was hard to admit somehow. She knew it was the same for him. The connection they shared would hold, this would not change that. Ziva would make sure to keep her promises to him.
Rasha waited patiently as Ziva seemed to be deep in thoughts. She noticed Liat start to fidget next to Ziva, probably wondering if she should step in. Years of experience had taught Rasha that often times patients had not thought about that question before she asked it to them. Would not think much further than all the medical stuff happening around them. That was why this question was important. Once they realized what they wanted they became motivated they could push through the hard parts. It was visible the moment Ziva had found her answer. A tiny smile broke out on her face and she looked straight into Rasha's eyes. With conviction she spoke, a single word but it encompassed all that Ziva wanted to accomplish.
"Home"11
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