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[specialagentlokitty]

Ziva x teen!reader - just soldiers

So teen reader has grown up in a rough family. It was basically run like a military; get up at the crack of dawn, do all these military base training even when they were like a child. Have a strict schedule to follow every day that they become a robot basically and any sense of being a normal teen thrown out the window. Teen reader is on a field trip with their class to NCIS for their history class talking about laws and every thing. They are in the bullpen where Ziva and the team is. Ziva takes notice to the teen reader and how they seem distant from all the other kids. Maybe something happens and it triggers teen reader to go into that military mindset (like a loud noise or arguing or whatever you want). Ziva knows a thing or two about the military mindset because of her dad and helps teen reader calm down and come back to reality. - @offspringoflordwinter 💜

TW: mentions of abusive and controlling parent

Standing in the middle of the floor with the rest of your class, you had your hands clasped behind your back as you just observed everybody else.

You had no real interest in this trip, you had no interest in becoming an NCIS agent, but your father said he would be busy today, and decided this trip would be a good way to keep you occupied.

“Are you interested in forensics?” A woman asked.

You glanced up at her but said nothing.

“I’m agent Ziva David, what’s your name?”

You turned away, going back to what you were doing.

One of the other students looked over, snickering a little bit.

“They won’t tell you anything, (Y/N)s weird. Never talks. A freak.”

Ziva looked back at you, then she walked back over to her boss who was also stood there watching you.

“Anything?”

“No, another student mentioned their name is (Y/N), but that’s it.”

Gibbs slowly nodded his head.

“I spoke to the teacher, she said she didn’t know much about (Y/N), calm student, occasionally had issues with being suspended for fighting.”

“Gibbs I recognise that look.”

“I know you do…”

You grew disinterested in standing there, and you made your way back into hallway, standing by the wall.

You ran over your daily routine in your head, checking to make sure you knew what you had to do.

Everybody made their way back up to the bullpen, and you stood to the back of your class.

Pulling up the sleeve to your shirt, you have a look at the time, and walked over to your teacher.

“Ma’am, I need to have my lunch now.”

“Yes, of course. Do you mind eating up here?”

“No ma’am.”

She nodded, and you sat down against one of the desks, opening up your lunch box so you could eat.

You have ten minutes to eat your lunch, then you had to do your afternoon work out, then finish your homework just after.

Usually you would then have afternoon classes, but since you were here that went out the window meaning that you had a few free hours.

After finishing your lunch, you stood up, walking back over to your teacher.

“Ma’am, I need to do my training.”

“Oh, is there any way you can skip it for today? I know you use the gym but we don’t have that here.”

“No ma’am. I have to follow my schedule.”

She sighed heavily, gesturing for you to follow her and you did.

She spoke to Gibbs, who was looking at you the whole time.

“We have an empty interrogation room you can use, we can’t give you entrance to the gym.”

“That’s fine sir, I can work around that.”

He nodded.

“Ziva will take you.”

“Thank you.”

You followed behind Ziva, and you rolled your sleeves up, getting ready to start your work out.

“How many push ups can you do?”

“A good solider must be able to do at least 50 push in a row. If you cannot then you are weak. Father does not tolerate weakness.”

Ziva nodded her head, leaning back against the wall.

“What does your father consider weakness?”

“Being sick is weak, crying is weak, being in pain is weak. A strong person must be able to go beyond their limits and not complain.”

Ziva listened to you carefully.

“Are you a solider?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You finished your push ups, and started doing some sit ups.

“How long have you been a soldier for?”

“My whole life.”

She nodded again.

There was no sign of emotion in your voice, nothing on your face.

You were the perfect soldier, just like she was.

Designed to follow your orders without complaint, to not be able to think for yourself, no thought about being a teenager, partying, drinking, all the normal things teenagers do.

You stood up, and rolled your shoulders slightly, turning around to face Ziva with your hands clasped behind your back.

“Do you have any friends?”

“Soldiers have no need for friends, they are useless and only weigh down the missions.”

“What is your mission?”

“I have no assignment right now.”

“But you have had one?”

“No. I do not receive my first mission until my 18th year.”

You studied Ziva quietly for a moment, looking her up and down.

“You are like me.”

“Yes.”

You looked at your watch, rolling your sleeves back down, doing them back up and you straightened your shirt.

“Why did you abandon your mission?”

“Because there is more to life than being a soldier for somebody else.”

“This place has made you weak.”

“Is that what you think?”

You nodded your head, leaving through the open door.

You walked back to your class with Ziva walking alongside you.

She didn’t say anything else, and neither did you you just rejoined your class, standing to the side of them all.

You were just watching when a loud bang from nearby made you spin around, a few of your fellow students began laughing loudly.

But you had jumped into fight mode, so when one of them rushed to run past you, you grabbed his arm, throwing him to the ground as you pinned him.

“(Y/N) let him go!” Your teacher yelled.

You said nothing, pinning your fellow student further into the ground.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you spun around, standing up you grabbed the man by the arm, spinning around with so much force your threw him to the ground as well.

“(Y/N), look at me that’s an order.”

You snapped your head to Ziva.

You seemed to recognise her as some sort of authority, and you stood up straight, clasping your hands behind your back.

But you were still on guard.

“You cannot attack your fellow students.”

“He is a threat.”

“He was just playing a joke on you.” Gibbs said.

There was another loud noise, and you dissociated from them all, spinning around you charged at the person responsible for it.

He was pulled away from you, and you stood there, fists in the air ready to attack anybody that came after you.

Ziva walked over, hands raised in the air.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

You took a swing for her and she dodged it, moving to the side and you followed her.

Ziva was raised like you, she knew how to predict an attack and how to avoid it.

She grabbed your wrist, and you swung yourself back, sweeping your leg under hers to get yourself free and you crouched down, grabbing her shirt.

You raised tour fist and tried to punch her, but she caught it, eyes locked with hers.

“There is no threat to you here…” she whispered.

“Everybody is a threat.”

“No. No they’re not. You’re safe, either federal agents and teenagers whom I’m sure cannot even begin to match your level.”

She offered the smallest of smiles.

“There is no threat.”

She slowly sat up, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You need to breathe. Focus. Breath.”

You went to pull you hand away.

“Don’t. I am older than you and I have had far more training.” She warned.

You nodded.

You were a soldier yes, but your father told you not to confront somebody who you knew you wouldn’t have a chance to attack.

Not yet anyway.

So you sat down, crossing your legs as you took a small breath.

“Focus on me, nobody else.”

Ziva let go of you, but she was ready to jump into action in case you went to attack somebody else.

You slowly breathed in and out, eyes locked with hers.

“Ignore everybody else, they’re not important.”

You nodded your head.

Ziva carried on leading you through the breathing you had to do in order to calm yourself down.

“Come with me.”

Ziva stood up, and you followed after her, letting her take you to a conference room where you were able to freely pace back and forth.

Ziva stood by the door so you couldn’t run away.

She realised that you were a danger, your solider mindset was going to put somebody in danger, you were going to seriously hurt somebody or worse.

You didn’t necessarily know that you were going to hurt somebody, but it was still a factor.

You wouldn’t care if you did either, you wouldn’t think twice about it if it meant protecting yourself.

At this rate Ziva was sure you were going to land yourself in prison before you even reached being an adult.

“I can help you.”

You paused pacing, turning your attention to her.

“I do not need help.”

“You do, because you shouldn’t have to live like this. You are not a soldier, you are a child.”

“I am a soldier, that is what I will always be.”

Ziva shook her head.

“No, you can be so much more.”

“No.”

She sighed.

“Unfortunately we cannot let you return home.”

“Okay.”

You sat down in a chair, placing your hands on the table.

You showed no objection, and that’s where your father had messed up.

You didn’t care if he was taken away from you, you had no attachment to him, or anybody else for that matter.

You would carry on.

Just like this.

Until it killed you.

Just like she used to.

And she wasn’t about to let that happen to you

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i’ve been rewatching ncis lately and was wondering if you go do some fluff for ziva x reader? maybe a little bit of angst idk sorry i don’t have anything specific 😭😭 but i absolutely love your page and your writing!!!!

⎯ ❝ what i want to hear ❞ | ziva david

✰ - synopsis :: ziva messes up and needs to apologize to her beloved girlfriend.

✰ - warnings :: female reader, reader is gibbs’s daughter, r doesn’t work at ncis, angst to fluff >:p

✰ - k.j.’s diary says... sorry abt photos i cant really find any that mach the aesthetic i was going for.

“Please, y/n, for all of us: take Ziva back,” Tony pleaded, on the phone. “She keeps looking at the phone and is all nervous and keeps looking up whenever the elevator dings. I’m actually begging you right now to answer her calls.”

McGee nodded from his desk. “It’s even got Giibbs a little worried.”

Your sigh crackled through the phone. “No. I see no point. If she truly feels remorse for what she said, she’ll tell me in person.”

Tony whined and leaned back on his chair, frustrated with both of his best friends.

“I have to go because unlike you, I do my job,” y/n quipped. “I’ll talk to you, Tim, and Jethro later. Bye!”

Tim and Tony echoed their goodbyes and hung up. Ziva had her hands on her head and was clearly thinking back to the conversation from about 24 hours ago.

“You okay over there Ziva?” McNosy asked from his desk.

“I do not know why she is upset! I answered her question and now she is upset at me!” Ziva burst out, her eyes getting that ’I love her but how the hell do I fix this’ look.

“Sometimes you just gotta tell ‘em what makes ‘em happy,” Tony shrugged.

Nodding, Tim agreed. “For the first time in his life Tony’s right. Tonight go pick up some flowers and sit down with y/n and apologize for what you said.”

“I just told her the truth!” Ziva defended.

Gibbs scoffed as he rounded the corner. “If I know my kid, David, you better tell her what she wants to hear before she pulls the cold shoulder.”

Sighing, Ziva went back to typing reports on her computer while thinking about what she would say to you tonight. She knew the guys were right, she had to tell you want you wanted to hear.

𓇽 - time skip

“Hello my love,” Ziva greeted from the table of your apartment.

You shrugged your coat of without looking her way.

“y/n, please hear me when I say that I’m sorry for what I said.”

Once again, you don’t acknowledge her as you turn to the fridge to grab the pasta that Rossi had given you on your most recent visit. You scoop some spaghetti into a bowl and place it into the microwave.

“I realize now that what I said hurt you and I’m willing to make up for what I said,” Ziva spoke. She wrapped her arms around your stomach and leaned into your back.

“So then say it, Ziva,” you say quietly.

“I… I would love you as a worm. I would make a little container with soil and leaves and flowers you like and carry you around with me everywhere. I’d love you if you were a moth, black widow, pirhannah, australian hissing cockroach, or a rabid wolf. I promise.” Ziva’s words were like the most beautiful song you’d ever head, playing your heartstrings like a cowboy playing a harmonica.

“You, Ziva David, are a goddamn sap,” you coo, turning in her arms to embrace her. “I love you too. I’d make a greenhouse just for you if you were a worm.”

Ziva laughed and pressed kisses up and down y/n’s neck. “I do not doubt that, my love.”

As Ziva clung to y/n, a dopey smile pulled at her lips. She really did love this woman… even if she became a worm.

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[chiefdirector]

Hidden | Ziva David | NCIS

no.17 "You look a little pale"

(Y/N) coughed into her elbow, trying to muffle the sound as best as she could. She had been sick for a while, she knew that she wasn't going to get better, the doctors had told her that months ago. They had told her to get her affairs in order and leave her job, to travel and make memories, and to make sure she was comfortable. (Y/N) didn't listen.

She sat at her desk like she did every day and typed up the necessary reports and paperwork pertaining to the case her and the rest of the MCRT team had closed. Dinozzo and McGee had long since left and Gibbs was out getting another coffee top up, leaving only Ziva and herself in the bullpen.

They had opted to keep their relationship to a minimal at work, Gibbs was already displeased at them for breaking Rule 12. They had their time alone and that was enough, it would have to be enough. But for the times it wasn't, they could have these stolen moments together.

(Y/N) looked up and around the room to ensure that there wasn't any ears listening in that shouldn't be. She stood quickly, moving towards Ziva's desk, stopped only by a coughing fit that she couldn't mask.

Ziva looked up at the sudden noise. "Are you alright, (Y/N). You look a little pale."

(Y/N) nodded, hand to her mouth, still trying to swallow the coughing down. She gratefully took the water bottle Ziva held out, the water soothing her throat. It was when she lowered her hand to put the cap back on did she notice the blood in the palm of her hand.

She tried to screw up her hand but Ziva noticed the red liquid too. As swiftly as she could managed, Ziva launched herself up to meet (Y/N) in the middle of the bullpen. "What was that?"

"What was what?" she tried to meekly cover her tracks.

"Your hand, you're coughing blood. You're sick."

"Barely. It's a sore throat, Ziva. I'm probably getting a cold. That's all. Drop it."

(Y/N) stepped backwards away from her love before she turned to sit back down at her desk. She watched as Ziva raised her hands in surrender before sitting down herself. She knew that this would not be the last of the topic but for now she could have a little more peace.

Eventually Ziva would discover that (Y/N) had been lying to her. She would learnt hat her partner's time was limited, and that every second she spent exerting herself at work was only speeding up her demise. She would blame herself for not noticing sooner. And when her time was finally up, then Ziva would grieve (Y/N)'s passing.

But for now, (Y/N) was happy to grant Ziva the bliss that came with ignorence.

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[deliciousgardenshepherdpeach]

TAKING REQUESTS

I will write female/gip reader

who I write for:

Lin Beifong Korra Tara Carpenter Sam Carpenter Natasha Aka Black Widow Kuvira Wanda Maximoff Alice Cullen Esme Cullen Rosalie Hale Jane Volturi Kara Danvers Alcina Dimitrescu Mother Miranda Abby Scuito Ziva David

I will also do platonic

I will only be taking requests for a month or two or less depending on if I get a lot and will also be taking paid requests for after I close requests or you want a person who isn't on the list. Paid requests price will depend on what you want, how many words, how long it will take and its payment after I contact you before I write it so I don't get scammed.

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Hope you like it @imredjack

The team discovering that you’re Gibbs’s kid and dating Ziva would include:

•it really did feel like you were living three lives! One at home with your Dad, one with your girlfriend Ziva, and one at work where you had to pretend to just be colleagues with them both…and no one any the wiser to the fact you are Gibbs’s child, and Ziva’s partner.

•at times it was thrilling! Like when your Dad took you for a sneaky coffee on the way back to the office from a crime scene, or like when Ziva sent you a sext and a cheeky wink with no one looking.

•other times it was exhausting- like with DiNozzo and his attempts at flirting and harassing information out of you. Like with McGee threatening to hack your phone- he wouldn’t dare!

•or when you and Ziva were trying to sneak a little kiss in a closet, only to be discovered by Abby- but she brought the cover story that you were both looking for some paperclips…. Or when you were having a hug from your Dad after a case cut too close to home, Ducky nearly discovered you, before Gibbs had the quick thinking to smack you on the back of the head.

•but one day it was just going to come out. And today was that day!

•you were tired. The thrill of being so unknown and yet so loved was finally wearing thin. And Tony’s teasing about your love life was just the tip of the iceberg!

•so when Ziva strode into the office you just pulled her straight in for a kiss! You could’ve knocked everyone down with a feather- the whole office seemed to stop and turn to face you both, but Ziva was just smiling against your lips, you’d agreed to tell the team, but you had no idea it was going to be quite so abrupt.

•and then you heard your Dad cough, you pulled apart reluctantly, worried about how he was going to take the news of your relationship with Ziva, smiling sheepishly as you turned around- you didn’t even realise you’d called him “Dad…” as you started to explain, but you stopped because he was grinning at you and Ziva. Evidently Rule 12 wasn’t going to be an issue, which certainly was a surprise! He simply said that some rules are made to be broken. (But there was a look in his eye that told you you’d both be having a serious talk later on. He simply wouldn’t grill you in front of the whole team and your girlfriend- it was a private family matter.)

•but then Tony’s ears caught up with him. Your Dad laughed as he watched the horror and fear and shock cross his team’s faces! Ziva looked a little faint, so you helped her to sit down in her chair.

•Gibbs explained to the team that he’d adopted you years ago, that you were his greatest pride and his only joy- that to see you happy with a woman like Ziva…well, he was happy if you were! And you assured him that you were!

•it’s as well it was a paperwork day, crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s on the case you’ve just closed, because everyone had a million questions! The news of your parentage AND your relationship with Ziva spread through the building like wildfire.

•but everyone at NCIS was delighted! Every agent, scientist, Secretary, janitor etc were part of a family, and to know that you were so loved brought everyone joy. The family had just become a little closer, and it was wonderful!

•that didn’t stop DiNozzo from asking a million questions though- you lost count of how many headslaps Gibbs had landed, and how many sharp projectiles Ziva had launched at him…

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[js-a-writer]

This is the rest of the tgs Part 1. of my requests page/people I write for post

(basically just the rest of the tags and a link to the requests page since I could only for like 30 tags on each post)

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Peaches and Cowboy

gibbs x reader

This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[autistic-brushstrokes]

*In the chip aisle at Walmart, doing a late-night grocery run.*

Tan: *Minding their own business, looking for tortilla chips.*

Tan: *Finds tortilla chips.*

Chris , to Jessica: See, they know what they're here for. They know what they're doing. Be more like them. Make a decision, Jessica!

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[specialagentlokitty]

Ziva x reader - the gentle gangster

undercover ziva and gender neutral reader if you're up for it? perferably with some hinted autism too! either way, happy holidays!!! - Anon💜

Sitting behind the security guards in the quiet bar, you hummed lightly to yourself at the music that was playing, and looked over to your father.

“Yes?” He asked quietly.

He held a hand up to the other man he was talking to and turned to face you.

“He’s lying to you.” You mused.

Your father furrowed his brows and turned to the other man, the other man laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

“Come on, you really don’t believe that Ozzy, right?”

“I believe anything my kid tells me, they’ve never led me astray.”

One of the guards turned around and walked in, grabbing the man by his shirt and dragged him back across the lines.

“Call the new recruit over.”

They did and you watched as the woman came over, her eyes flicking between you all.

“Yes sir?” She asked.

“Ziva, I want you to teach this asshole to never lie to me again, and I want the money he owes me in three days.”

“Please! I need more time!”

“We don’t make deals with lairs.” Ziva hissed.

She dragged the man away and you stood up, hands clasped behind your back as you followed her.

Ziva immediately noticed you following her and she sighed quietly, she was hoping to just lightly beat the guy up and turn him loose, but with you there she didn’t have a choice.

She dragged him outside and tossed him to the floor, landing a swift kick to his stomach.

You watched for a few minutes before you stepped forward, stopping her from hitting him any further.

“Leave him.”

Ziva nodded her head and followed you back inside.

She would come to notice of the upcoming months how you would carefully watch her or follow her, at first she put it down to you being suspicious.

Which you were.

But as she walked into the large home, she stopped when she saw you walking down the stairs, adjusting the tie around you neck with a heavy frown.

“I was called here?” She asked.

“Yes, there is a formal party and you will be my security serial at request of my father. There is dresses or suits upstairs, whichever you choose.”

Ziva nodded her head and went to get ready, sending a quick message to Vance letting him know about what was going on before she browsed the dresses.

She picked one that could easily hide weapons and tried it on, smoothing it down and sitting patiently while some maids tended to her hair and makeup before she went downstairs.

Guest were just starting to arrive, and you were stood at the bottom of stairs.

Seeing her, you looked her up and down before giving a small nod and smiled.

“Perfect, did my father update you on the details?”

“No.”

You sighed and pulled her aside in a different room, explaining who would be there, why, and what the party was for and her role in it.

Once everything was all cleared up Ziva guided you into the ballroom, leading you over to your father.

Ziva had to keep her distance, but she kept her eye on you as well.

You stayed close to your father, even as he talked to his supposed business partners and made deals throughout the night.

A few hours passed by, and Ziva noticed you tapping your side, shuffling a little bit on your feet struggling to pay attention to anything.

Walking over, she leant close.

“May I speak with you outside?” She asked quietly.

“Yes, of course.”

You followed Ziva out to the back, buttoning your blazer jacket up as you folded your arms across your chest.

“What’s the matter?”

Ziva gulped a little, she had never been scared, but you held a lot of power, and she saw what you did for lairs, and without a way to call for backup she would have a struggle fending for herself.

Sighing, she shook her head a little bit.

“You just seemed to be having a hard time inside, uncomfortable.”

You hummed, resting your arms on the balcony as you rested your chin in them.

“I’m not a fan of these events.”

“Why do you attend?”

You looked over at her before looking back over the lightly lit room.

“I have to, I’ll be taking over the business when my father retires, I have to earn the respect of the others.”

Ziva nodded her head in understanding.

She turned around and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back on the balcony.

It was silent for a few minutes. You felt the nerves leaving your body, and you were slowly relaxing.

“Thank you Ziva, I did have my doubts about you, but I have no doubt you’ll be with us for a long time.”

Standing up, you removed one of the rings from your right hand, you held it out to her, giving her a warm smile.

“Consider this as a good gesture, a token of my appreciation for you and everything you’ve done. You have the up most respect in this family.”

Ziva gently took the ring and put it on, giving you a small smile.

“Come inside when you’re ready.”

With that, you left, and Ziva sighed heavily, looking at the ring that now adorned one of her fingers.

Regret started to fill her, you had so much trust and appreciation for her, and she was going to be throwing it away in a few months once the op was completed.

You were gentle and caring, unlike your father, he was ruthless and uncaring.

She had grown fond of you, and the way you cared for everyone that was part of the family, and the younger recruits, maybe she could try get you out of trouble, warn you somehow or keep you from being out away.

Yes, your family was single handed my responsible for the betray of many navel personally, and one of the biggest money and arms trainers in the state, but you weren’t interested in that.

She knew of your plan to stop all of that, and stick to money laundering which wasn’t great, but it was a lot better

#ncis #ncis x reader #ncis x you #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #Ziva #Ziva x reader #Ziva x you #Ziva imagine #Ziva David #Ziva David x reader #Ziva David x you #Ziva David imagine

[zvdvdlvr]

bloody hands, hospital kisses

z.david

summary: ziva gets hurt on a case.

warnings: bullet wound, smooching, so much uncanoness smfh, blood, passing out, violence, shy ziva omg, LONG ASS ONESHOT, angst to fluff ur welcome 🤧❤

reader's pronouns: she/her

"you take left, i got right." y/n murmured, panting as she quickly reloaded her gun. ziva nodded, slowly moving to a position that would make it easier for her to weave past the insane amount of crate between her and their perp.

pivoting her head, ziva made eye contact with y/n and when they both nodded, the bolted away from each other in the direction of the murderer of petty officer Kayleigh James. bullets quickly followed in the agents' trail, but the two were fast.

now safely sheltered roughly ten and a half feet away from the killer and her 'goons,' as tony likes to call them, the killer, Avon Presley, started to talk.

"i think we all know how this will end up," she started. "you are both severely outnumbered and outgunned. it would be wise to simply give up."

in the moment of silence that followed, ziva foumd y/n eyes already on her. silently communicating through the facial expressions, there was a silent agreement about what would happen next. gibbs and mcgee went dark just before the two entered the warehouse, and there was no sign of tony anywhere.

Avon sighed, the sound resonating. "i really dont want to kill you. you both would be great additions to my little... team." the end word was puncuated with the sound of pride, a disgusting sound.

ziva, still looking at y/n, started the countdown with the nodding of her head, and the raise of her finger.

five.

"if you're waiting for me to explain why I killed that petty officer, i'll tell you."

team gibbs already had Avon's motive.

four.

"she owed me. Kayleigh James owed me money.  she was so in debt-"

three.

"that no matter how much money she made in her life, it wouldn't be enough to pay me back."

two.

"so i arranged for her to be executed, as you already know, and we knew that outcome for tha-"

one.

ziva and y/n stood up and immediately took down bodies left and right, dodging between stacks of crates. in her peripherals, y/n saw Avon yank a gun from one of her goons and flee.

two minutes and many body thuds later, y/n and ziva reload and make their way cautiously to find Avon.

opening the steel door, the agents slink out, looking around. there are no more hiding places.

Avon, in all her glory, is standing with ger gun poised in her hands, ready to shoot if necessary.

"put the gun down, Presley!" y/n calls over the rushing wind.

"let me go!" she responds, desperation seeping into her voice.

ziva squints at her target, head low, ready to take the shot beside y/n. "you know that we cannot do that."

Avon's eyes gleam. "then i'll make you."

before the last word reaches the air, Avon pulled the trigger twice.

then ziva hits the ground, hard.

Avon starts to make a run for it, but y/n shoot her in the upper body, most likely hitting the heart, knowing her aim.

throwing herself to the ground beside ziva, y/n gasps. blood bloomed from ziva's thigh and stomach, somehow puncturing the bulletproof vests gibbs was adamant about wearing.

ripping ziva' jacket and vest off, she pulled the short up just enough to see the wound.

"gibbs," ziva wheezes.

"i know, zee, i know," y/n says, frantically pressing into ziva's stomach wound, turning to tend to her thigh.

with her bloody hand, ziva struggles for her phone. with little grip, she presses it into y/n's hand.

pressing gibbs's number, she presses the phone into her ear with her shoulder and takes her pocket knife to cut into ziva' pants in the area around the gunshot

gibbs doesn't answer. cussing quietly, y/n looks for mcgee's number.

he luckily picks up on the first ring.

"where are you?" he asks immediately.

"We're still by the warehouse, ziva's shot, get here. now."

"okay. stay on the line, we're tracking you and sending tony. he'll be there in-" mcgoo continues.

"timmy i need to talk to gibbs." y/n commands when she sees ziva start to writhe on the ground after pressing on her thigh.

"y/n what the status?" gibbs.

"status is, boss, if tony doesn't pull up quickly, ill beat his ass. david's bleeding out, and i'm not sure i can dig out this bullet." y/n snaps.

"get- get it out." ziva gasps, bloody hand grasping y/n's arm.

"hold on ziver. y/n has ya." gibbs says in the most sympathetic tone the team has ever heard. 

"y/n, put the phone down and get those bullets."

"copy that." in a rush, y/n puts the phone down next to ziva, and looks straight into her eyes.

"this is gonna hurt like a bitch, darlin'. bite this." y/n slips the arm of ziva's discarded jacket into her mouth. "i'm gonna get the bullet in your thigh."

slipping her pointer finger and thumb into the bullet hole, ziva let out a muffled scream. closing her eyes and screaming again, she claws at the ground while y/n closes her fingers around the bullet and slowly pulls it out of ziva's body. gagging at the amount of blood pooling on the ground, y/n tosses the bullet on the ground.

"hey hey hey, breathe. you're doing great. breathe, ziva." y/n soothes as best she can.

y/n almost thinks she hears a car screech, but it's too faint to tell for sure.

"l/n." y/n hears from the phone.

bringing it up to her ear, y/n hears mcgee telling her tony should be there soon, if not now.

"tony!" y/n screams, ziva below her was probably delirious with the amount of blood she was loosing, from her stomach and her thigh. "tony please hurry up!" y/n called again. y/n did not like ziva looking like this; pale and bloody and falling unconscious.

all at once, y/n felt tears in her eyes, and she cursed herself for crying when ziva was in more physical pain than y/n was.

left hand pressed against ziva's bloody thigh, she grabbed ziva's hand. "c'mon darlin', you gotta stay awake for me, okay? gotta wait for the ambulance timmy called." or rather the ambulance she hope tim called.

the sound of footsteps broke her out of her train of thought. tony, gibbs, and mcgee all rushed up with a flurry of questions, statements, and arguments.

gibbs eased y/n away from ziva's lower body and led her away, though her eyes were still trained on ziva.

"y/n."

she looked up. "i didn't- boss i-"

"tim saw the footage," gibbs explained, pointing to the security camera, positioned in just the right angle to see everything that went down withing the past ten minutes. "ambulance is on it's way. you did good l/n." gibbs praised, scanning y/n. she had turned to look back at limp-bodied ziva.

gibbs pulled her side into him, and she finally cried. her bloody hands wrapped around gibbs as the reality of what happened hit her. "you did good." he repeated into her ear. "but you really need to tell ziva you're in love with her."

y/n pulled away and looked at her annoyingly red hands. "i dont know what-"

"yes you do." gibbs said with a side eye and a smirk. "lets go." he led y/n to the frint of the warehouse, into the ambulance that arrived, and to the hospital.

♤

ziva was in surgery for hours. after hour one ticked by, y/n was taken home by gibbs to get cleaned up, fed, and then drove her back to the hospital.

"gibbs what do you mean that i'm in love with ziva?" y/n asked quietly.

"you know what that means."

"no i don't." y/n answered.

"i mean, l/n, that she likes you, and you like her." gibbs stated, like everyone knew.

y/n's brows furrowed. "she... likes me? really? are you sure, boss?"

gibbs chuckled, a sound only a select few heard. "yeah, y/n, i'm sure. it physically hurts us to watch you guys frolick around each other. so if i dont see any undying love confessions i'm going to fire you both."

y/n gaped at her boss. "i've never heard you talk that much." gibbs looked at her with a glare as he pulled into the parking lot. "but," she continued, "what do you mean 'us'?"

gibbs stopped the truck, and blinked. "abs, mcgee, dinozzo, ducky, hell even leon said something to me. point is, make a move."

y/n turned the words over in her mind as they entered the building. settling back down in the chair beside ducky and abby, y/n rested her head on abby's shoulder and closed her eyes.

two hours later y/n was woken by ducky. "she's awake my dear."

walking through the hallway to ziva's room was one of the longest hallways y/n ever walked through.

the team crowded into the room, completely disregarding the stares of others.

ziva turned jer head and made eye contact with y/n and she smiled weakly. y/n quickly took the chair right beside ziva.

when everyone got their affections over with, y/n was watching ziva talk to ducky about tips on healing.

"lunch, anyone?" tony asked abruptly. catching gibbs' eye, he motions with his head to y/n who was still all heart eyes over ziva. one by one, the entire team minus y/n left to go pick up food.

ziva looked at y/n and smiled a real smile. "hi."

y/n picked up ziva's hand and kissed her knuckles and laced their fingers. "hi ziva." she replied.

ziva looked into y/n's eyes like she was searching for something, anything. an answer maybe, an apology. an apology for scaring the shit out of y/n, and thanking her for saving her life.

"ziva." y/n asked, suddenly looking away.

the mossad agent exhaled. "yes?"

y/n bit her lip. "look, i know that you almsot died in front of me and whatever, but apparently vance thinks we're dating and gibbs said something so i was, y'know, wondering if, at some point, you'd want to go on a date or something?" it all rushed out in an uncalculated ramble that y/n was not proud of.

"i'd love to date you, y/n. i'd absolutely love to." ziva replied instantly.

y/n's heart genuinely felt like it was flying. "really?"

"yes, really."

y/n beamed and stood up and spun around. "holy shit you just made me so happy!" she laughed, making ziva laugh along with her.

when y/n sat down again, smile still on her face, ziva murmured, "my lips hurt... can you kiss them and make them feel better?" she asked shyly.

"don't have to ask darling." y/n ehispered against the beautiful woman as y/n pressed her lips against ziva's. ziva brought her hands up to tangle her fingers in y/n's hair. y/n pressed her hands into the spaces between ziva's head so she didn't topple onto the woman and hurt her.

at some point though, the team came back.

"finally!" tony shouted, causing y/n to fall into ziva's chest, making him laugh.

pecking ziva' neck y/n stood up and smoothed her hair, guiltily with a large smile. ziva turned her back on her team and bit her swollen lips. looking up at y/n, she smiled gently.

"i think we agreed on twenty dollars, tim." ducky said, cheerful as ever, collecting his bet money.

"i personally am not surprised they bet on us." ziva said to y/n.

"neither am i, honestly." y/n replied.

y/n looked over at gibbs. he smiled at her and shook his head.

"well, now that i have my money, i shall go see to making my favorite agents some food." ducky explained with a wink at ziva and y/n both.

"ducky's my ride. bye ziva! i'll be back tomorrow!" abby said excitedly.

"i guess i'll head home too... use protection.'' tony warned, wagging his finger at y/n.

"tony, ziva's in a hospital bed." she laughed, flipping him the bird.

"alright then, lets go tim. we'llbe outside y/n." gibbs said, ushering the crowd out the door.

turning to ziva with a smile, y/n leaned over to press a kiss to her head, but ziva pulled her collar down to kiss her on the lips.

"i'm going to be doing that so much." ziva sighs, eyes fluttering shut.

"i'll be back soon, darling."

"i'll miss you." ziva teased.

rolling her eyes, y/n walked out of the hospital with a wide smile on her face, despite having to sit in the back.

#ncis #ncis x reader #ziva david #ziva #ziva david imagine #ziva david x reader #ziva david x fem reader #x female reader #fem reader #she her #angst #fluff #x reader #cote de pablo #federal agent #jules writes 📓🖊

[chiefdirector]

Have you done a list about Being Best Friends with Ziva? If not, I'd enjoy that!

Being besties with Ziva would include…

I’d say that you both work together as I’d imagine it that you would be the most welcoming of her to NCIS

Kate’s death did hurt, and it still does, but you know that it wasn’t Ziva’s fault.

So you take her out for coffee during a slow period in the bullpen (you snuck some work onto Dinozzo’s desk)

She initially didn’t want to open up to you but found that with time she could confide her thoughts and feelings

This eventually grew to a strong bond between you two

At least once a morn the pair of you will have a sleepover. You each have a bottle of wine, you would bring crappy movies (this is how she caught up with Tony’s constant movie quotes and references) and she would normally cook some Israeli food for you two

Every once and a whole Abby would also join but it was usually just you two

During these evenings you’d discuss everything that had been on your minds

Coffee breaks became ritual for weekends also. Every free Sunday, you would meet in a cafe in between your apartments and people watch.

Ziva loves that she can just be quiet with you. That she doesn’t have to talk. She just likes to exist by your side.

Ziva tried to help your dating life along, she will set you up on blind dates - she does stop after a while, especially since one went disastrously bad

In return, you tease her about being in love with Tony

Your friendship with Ziva is like no other, she does not trust many people, but she chose to trust you. And there isn’t a day that she isn’t grateful that she did.

#chiefdirector #ziva david x reader #ziva david imagine #ziva david #ncis x reader #ncisverse #happygirl-0408 #talks #asks <3

[imawkwardlysoc]

please don't be in love with someone else

Song- Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Pairing- tim mcgee x female! reader

Warning(s)- Just lots of dialogue if that counts (sorry about that)

Wordcount- 1,414

Summary- A reader has to come to her sense on who she wants in the future

“So,” I walked into the lab, twirling myself in my outfit. “What do you think?”

“Oh my,” Abby jumped up and down while clapping. “You look so cute!”

“I have to agree.” I looked over to see Tony, Ziva, and Tim walking into the lab.

“That dress is cute,” Ziva complimented my ash blue wrap dress with white polka dots scattered around it.

“Thanks,” I thanked them and I faced my lab partner. “You’re sure you’ll be fine when I’m gone?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she reassured me. “Now go on your date. Who knows? Something might happen.”

“Yeah,” I put on my denim jacket and threw my bag over my shoulder. “Well, I’m gonna get going now. See y’all tomorrow.”

All of them said their goodbyes and I headed to the elevator. Pressing the button, I waited for a little bit before the doors opened and I walked in.

“Hold the elevator!” I heard Tim’s voice and I pressed the hold button. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem,” I smiled.

“So, you have a date with Darren?” He asked.

“Yeah, I do,” I nodded my head and let out a chuckle. “I have a feeling that he’s going to propose.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrow. “How do you feel about that?”

“I don’t know to be honest.”

“You don’t know?”

“I mean,” I sighed and leaned against the elevator wall. “We’ve talked about it once but never talked about it again.”

“Well, do yourself with him for the rest of your life?” The agent asked.

“This is turning into an interrogation,”I let out a laugh as I switched the elevator off. “Why do you want to know McGee?”

“I’m just wondering,” he explained. “Marriage is a serious thing. You’re going to spend the rest of your life with that man and possibly have kids together.”

“And we’ll figure that out kids later,” I told him.

“Again, do you see yourself with him forever?” He asked again.

“Again McGee, why do you want to know?” I started to become agitated.

“Because he doesn’t deserve you!” He waved his arms in the air. “You don’t deserve him!”

“How do you know who I deserve?” I scoffed.

“Because of the amount of late nights we spend together while working on a case and your rants about the guys you go on dates with aren’t fitting into your standards,” he answered. “You also talk about how much Darren disappoints you but you’re still with him. Why is that?”

“Because I love him!” I turned the elevator back on again.

“Even though he disappoints you constantly?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I sighed with a questioning tone and whispered the last part. “Even though he’s not you.”

With the doors opening, we walked out of the elevator feeling tense from the conversation we just had. Giving Tim a small smile, I started to make my way out.

“Hey Y/N,” I looked over to see Tim. “Just think about it okay?”

Nodding my head, I walked out of the building and got into my car. Throughout my drive to the restaurant where I’m meeting Darren, I thought about the conversation that happened in the elevator.

Was I really in love with Darren?

Is he the right person for me?

With the sound of a honk knocking me out of my thoughts, I saw the light was green and continued to drive. Pulling up into a parking spot, I got out of the car and walked into the little Italian restaurant. Looking around I saw Darren sitting at one of the tables in the back more dressed up than usual. Walking up to the table, I greeted him with a kiss on the lips and sat down across from him. Opening the menu, it took me a few minutes before ordering what I wanted to eat. With wine being poured in our glasses after ordering, we clinked glasses and I took a big sip of wine.

Throughout dinner, I conversed with Darren about his day at work. Since he’s the press secretary for a freshman congressman, it was mostly about setting his boss’ agenda for election season. I really tried to listen to him but the conversation that Tim and I kept on replaying in my head.

“Hey, are you okay?” Darren asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied. “Just had a busy day at work.”

“Constantly running blood tests and fingerprints?” He let out a light chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” I gave him a smile.

He knows that I’m a forensic scientist but he doesn’t know that I work for NCIS and a field agent if needed.

Wrapping up dinner, Darren suggested that we should take a walk in the nearby park. Agreeing to that suggestion, we grabbed our things and headed out of the restaurant to the park.

Looking up at the sky, it turned from its normal blue color to a hue of orange, yellow, and purple, indicating that the sun is setting. The cool spring wind blew the cherry blossoms off the trees which landed in my hair. I could see the anxious feeling that Darren was radiating off of him as we got closer to the gazebo.

“Can I ask you something?” He faced me and grabbed both of my hands.

“What is it?” I started to feel my heart beating rapidly.

“I wanted to make this whole speech but I know you like it when people are straight to the point,” he chuckled, getting down on one knee and pulling out a velvet box. “Will you-”

“No,” I interrupted him.

“What?” He questioned

“No, I’m saying no,” I told him. “I know what you’re going to ask and I can’t.”

“Why?” He questioned while getting up from the ground.

“I just can’t,” I looked at him. “I don’t imagine us together and I’m sorry about that. You’re just not the person that I want to marry.”

The sound of rain soon filled my ears as tears formed in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Walking out of the gazebo, rain started to pour down on me. Without any care of the world, I walked in the rain back to my car. Shutting the door, I started to let out a bunch of tears. Leaning back on my chair and closing my eyes, the image of Tim entered my head.

He’s the only person I want to be with. I want to be with him, not a person not like him. I just hope he feels the same way.

Looking at the time on my phone, I started my car and made my way to the apartment. Parking my car when I reached it, I got out of my car and locked it before climbing up the stairs to the level where the apartment was. As I got closer, I heard the sound of typewriting muffled through the front door. Knocking on the door, I heard the typing stop and the sound of footsteps.

“Y/N?” Tim opened his door. “What are you doing here and wet? Come in.”

Walking into his apartment, he gave me a towel and thanked him. “I told him no.”

“So he did propose?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

“Why?” He questioned as I saw him going into his room.

“Because he’s not the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with,” I explained. “He’s just not-”

I let out a groan and covered my face. “Just not what?”

“He’s not you McGee!” I confessed and got up from my seat. “He doesn’t listen to me while I rant about work. He doesn’t geek out with me about the latest Doctor Who episode or the next Nintendo game. All he does is talks about politi- umph”

With Tim’s lips placed on my lips, the towel he gave me dropped onto the floor, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Fireworks started to explode in my stomach as we continued to kiss. His kisses were more soft and tender than Darren’s. They were more passionate which I love. Detaching our lips, we looked each other in the eyes with our blushed faces while catching our breaths.

“You don’t know how long I waited to do that,” he whispered.

“Too damn long?” I chuckled. “So, what now?”

“A trip to the Air and Space Smithsonian next week?” He suggested. “I heard they have a new exhibit about Pluto.”

“That sounds great.”

#tim mcgee x reader #timothy mcgee x reader #ncis x reader #tim mcgee #timothy mcgee #tony dinozzo #anthony dinozzo #ziva david #abby sciuto #ncis fic #ncisverse #ncis #Spotify

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The Sounds of Justice - Master List

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

A/N: This is my response to the mafia AU poll that I posted. It was a challenge to write it but it was worth it. Comments and reblogs are very much welcomed and I hope you enjoy the fic. Please take notice of the warnings; they are exactly the same as the warnings on this page and they will be at the top of each chapter.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

#my writing #my fics #the sounds of justice #rafael barba x reader #ncis x svu crossover #rafael barba #female reader #tony dinozzo #ziva david #jethro gibbs #jimmy palmer #ducky mallard #abby sciuto #nick torres #tim mcgee #ellie bishop #olivia benson #amanda rollins #mob au #sonny carisi #fin tutuola #mafia au #moodboard made by me on canva #images were found on google #credits to the original owners of the images #enemies to friends to enemies

[beeps-mess]

Autistic Reader + NCIS Team

Little drabbles of a gender-neutral reader with autism interacting with the NCIS team. Probably part one. This one has Gibbs, Abby, Jimmy, Ziva, and Ellie.

AO3

Part Two

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God, you felt gross. Your brain was buzzing and your skin was crawling. You had showered three times already, the second right after drying off from the first, the third following after sitting on your bed, partly dressed, crying due to being stuck in your skin. You had just exited the shower, sighing when you realized the gross feeling was still with you. Pulling on your shirt and a pair of shorts you ignored your phone vibrating, flapping out of frustration with everything. You started pacing, walking back and forth, back and forth. A knock on your front door interrupted your pacing. You peeked through the peek-hole, sighing in relief when you see Abby Sciuto in all her glory. You flung the door open, ignoring the clattering of the item in her hand, too busy focusing on the weight of her arms around you. After a while you pull away, allowing her to bend down, picking up the item you caused her to drop. It was your favorite film. You hugged her again, throwing the normal social structures out the window with her. Abby always knew how to calm you down when you were in a funk and it was something you loved so much. You two spent the next few hours watching your favorite film along with your comfort episodes from your favorite shows.

-

Your palms were sweaty. You could hear the tick of the clock every minute. The sun was in your eyes. You could hear the briefing of a team two cubicles away along with the whispers of people leaving the break room. Tim had been clicking his pen for the last three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. Ellie's fan was causing a paper to repetitively hit her desk. The lights were too bright, adding to the horrors of the orange walls. You could hear, feel, and see it all, and god it was a lot. You closed your eyes, focusing on just the clicking of the pen, taking the deepest breaths you could manage. And then, suddenly, all the noise stopped, replaced with a new pressure around your ears. You looked up just in time to see Gibbs smile softly in satisfaction before walking back to his desk to sit.

-

Jimmy was on lunch, specifically on a not-date with Jess, which was something you knew, yet, here you are, standing in the doorway of the autopsy. Flapping, you leave the lights off and move to his desk, opening the bottom drawer to find what you needed. Pulling out your headphones and a weighted stim toy you slide down the wall next to his desk. Once on the floor, you move your legs around to sit crisscross, putting on the headphones and taking off your cardigan. You start slowly rocking back and forth, moving the beads around, back and forth in the fidget. You rock and rock and rock and rock, all until the lights flick on suddenly, Jimmy taking two steps into the room before noticing you. He rushed back to the lights, flicking them back, before coming to sit on the floor with you. He holds up one finger, then another, starting the process that you two had developed when you have a meltdown. One finger means notepad and two means sign. You huff, thinking about it before holding up a single finger. He slowly opens his bottom desk drawer, pulling out the specific notebook he had bought for you after finding the right texture of the paper. He slides a pencil and pen to you, allowing you the choice. You pick the pen, clicking it multiple times before you write anything. The notebook was opened up to the checklist page, and you checked off the boxes that applied to the situation, hesitating when you got to the question about taking or putting on your headphones. Checking it yes, you hand the notebook back to him, allowing him to read through it all and put on the requested playlist before you took off your headphones. Sighing softly, you closed your eyes, opening them to see a Jimmy Palmer smiling softly at you. You poked him in the knee, causing him to pull out a bouncy ball from the still-open desk drawer, and roll it to you. The two of you spent a while rolling or bouncing the ball back and forth, allowing you to calm down before pushing through the last few hours of the office day.

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Walking into the breakroom, you huff, realizing that they’re out of your comfort snack. Rubbing your pointing finger against your thumb three times to comfort yourself, you completely miss Ellie walking into the room. Noting the lack of your desired food, she turns to you, the question if you would like to go on a snack break out of her mouth before you can process that she was there. Jumping slightly, you nod your head, accepting the hand offered by your friend and coworker. Walking to the elevator, she sends a short text to Tim, saying they ran out of your comfort food and should be back within half an hour. You start stimming with her hand in yours, getting less embarrassed about it when she smiles softly at you after putting her phone away. She offers you the spare pair of earbuds she had on her and you offer her your coat. Ellie and your relationship had always been like this, her picking things up she thinks you might need when going out and you overdressing, always able to lend her a jacket when she needs one. Once at the ground level of the office, you two walk out, hand in hand, at max comfort. You two walk in silence, already knowing where you’re headed.

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Gibbs and Tony were out, picking up information on the only lead you have. You had gone through the list of the normal things you did when bored at work, alone, but were still restless. Your eyes light up when Ziva walks into the room, tapping your feet on the ground a satisfying amount of times before getting up. She raises an eyebrow at you, getting no response as you just lightly pull on her wrist, leading the two of you over to the empty desk in the back of the team's cubical. Nodding, she sits down in one of the chairs, reaching onto the desk to start on the puzzle that you kept back here. It was currently a space one, something you had picked up at a museum when visiting with Gibbs. Flapping lightly, you sit down, happy to continue the shared puzzle, something that always kept you distracted when there was time to kill. She smiles at you, something you’re too focused to notice. The two of you sit there, getting the border and different stars done in the time it takes for Tony and Gibbs to get back

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