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Get in the Truck (Jethro Gibbs x reader) [SMUT]

The bullpen was quiet ever since you and Jethro had your big argument while you were out investigating a case and the pair of you wouldn’t talk to each other. Tony and McGee exchanged quiet looks of uncertainty as Gibbs walked in.

You sat now at your desk, fuming. You looked up at him as he passed you.

“You have a problem, (l/n)?” He asked. You hadn’t responded. “Do you have a problem, (y/n)?” You continued to glare at him. “I asked you a question Marine, answer me.”

“No.” You said coldly. His icy blue eyes staring right into yours. Two fiery glares being exchanged in silence.

“(Y/n) what exactly happened out there?” McGee asked.

“Yeah… I’m with McNosy on this one” Tony agreed.

“I said something he didn’t like. I did something he didn’t like.” you respond not looking up from your paperwork. They boys had receded back to their work, leaving you be… you obviously weren’t in the mood. Jethro clenched his jaw.

What felt like hours later, you grew bored of your filing work and grabbed the remaining 20 something files, you dropped them onto his desk. You locked eyes with him as they landed with a deep thud. You decided you would go toe to toe with you boss and boyfriend at the same time.

“Here Jethro. That’s for you” you say and grab your coat. “I’m taking my lunch break” you walked out. It was his turn to fume now. Tony and McGee looked at each other as they argument was waiting to break out. He glared daggers into your back as you stalked to the elevator.

“Boss…” DiNozzo began.

“Shut it.” Gibbs stood up and followed you. “You know (y/n) pretty stupid of you to tell your boss what you were gonna do” he said following you.

“Oh god Gibbs grow up” you reply walking towards your car. “Boss, boyfriend, what are you? You can’t play both roles at once you know”

You turned abruptly to face him.

“Yes I can” he replied. “You crossed the line”

“Oh, I crossed the line, baby? I crossed the line!?” You were now literally inches away from him. You could feel his body heat. “I wasn’t the one that started bringing out personal affairs into it. I wasn’t the one that decided it’d be a good idea to just, I don’t know, casually tell someone that “you’re always so belligerent (y/n) you don’t listen, the only time you’ve ever listened to me is in bed, and you barely do that””

Jethro couldn’t deny it, he was incredibly turned on by you. Your anger made your eyes sparkle, the way your jaw flexed as you glared at him.

“Im sorry I crossed the line (y/n) but you are not allowed to tell me how to do my job when I’m on the field because at work, I’m the boss.” He spoke. “You don’t listen. You don’t immediately do as I tell you, quite frankly, you have gotten belligerent.”

“Then fuck it out of me” you say through gritted teeth. “Fuck the belligerency right out of me”

“Get in the truck.” His eyes darkened. “Now. And (l/n) do not make me ask you again” you walked to the truck, he pushed you against the door and caught you in a heated kiss. Unlocking the door behind you. You undid your coat, and he undid his throwing it into the truck bed as you opened the door.

You got inside and scooted back as he crawled between your legs, closing the door behind you. His mouth reconnected to yours roughly. His hands followed the natural curve of your clothing as you moaned into his mouth. His calloused hands met the waistband of your pants as yours found his belt. You teased his growth as he assaulted your neck. He bucked his hips as he groaned.

“Fuck” you heard the desire in his voice.He made easy work of undoing your pants with an easy few flicks of his wrist. Unzipping his pants, he easily slipped himself out as you let your pants down.

He slid into you, a deep guttural groan leaving him. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly fucked you. Not wasting anytime in relieving himself and chasing to relieve you. The tangled moans that es the two of you would’ve been a symphony to any outside listeners.

Your moans and whimpers raised higher in pitch as he thrusted sloppier and sloppier as his orgasm neared. Hard thrusts earned him a rough bite on his neck.

“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned into your neck as his sporadic thrusts were being to speed up. Your walls clenched around him, causing a grunt to roll off his tongue. You were a whole other story.

You were actively losing your mind. Your composure had slipped, moans and curses slurred together as he fucked. Your own hand has drawn down to your clit to rub the circles you needed to make your body stiffen. Your mouth laid open in pleasure as you orgasmed. Cursing his name as he came simultaneously with you.

“God, (y/n)” he pulled out of you, grabbed a wipe from the pack he kept in the glove compartment. He cleaned you as best as he could before caring for himself. You laid on the truck seat with a dazed smile on your face.

“What gorgeous?” He smirked. As he opened the door and stood up. Looking around as he fixed his pants and boxers, pulling them up.

“Best sex I think I’ve ever had” you reply. You stood close to Gibbs and rearranged yourself . Your two bodies warm. You tuck in his shirt and zip and button his pants. He watched as you did so. You kissed him as you redid his belt.

“I think can top it” he shrugged.

“Hm. Top me tonight after dinner”

“Are you telling me what to do (l/n)? While we’re at work?” He questioned.

“No sir” you respond, teasing him. You giggled as you hugged him. He kissed the top of your head. He let go and the two of you began walking back to the office. Giggling and walking around like a goofball. Dickdrunk and high off serotonin.

“Report to the house by 1900 hours” Gibbs ordered. You smirked as you stood in place.

“Yes sir” you saluted him.

“What marine?”

“Yes sir”

“What time are you to report to the house, marine?”

“1900 hours”

“At ease soldier” the two of you laughed as you locked hands. He kissed your temple. “You’re my good girl” he whispered in your ear as you got in the elevator. You smile.

[crazycurly-77]

Masterlist stories -

Part 1

Links to all of my stories (finished ones)

Works in progress:

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Finished stories (NCIS):

Look at the stories Masterlist - Part 2

Like an old married couple (20 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20

The lost bet (2 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Hey, Ms. Secret Service! (14 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

Alone with Gibbs (1 Ch)

A quiet place to work (2 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Memory Loss (16 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16

The bet (5 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Quantico in Danger (2 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Games (1 Ch)

Lost in the Jungle (9 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

You're a bastard (2 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The submarine (11 Ch)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

Finished stories (NCIS: NOLA):

First Impressions (1 Ch)

Finished stories (no fandom):

The camping trip (1 Ch)

The spooky library (1 Ch)

The haunted house (1 Ch)

The surprise (1 Ch)

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

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

[kdogreads]

Gibbs birthday imagine please my birthday is September 1st

Happy birthday my sweet friend!! I’m so sorry to be late 😭 I hope a little Gibbs fluff brightens your day! 🥳🎉

“One, uh, iced matcha latte with brown sugar?” Jethro questioned himself as he tried his best to order your favorite Starbucks drink to surprise you with.

The barista noticed the crumpled sticky note in his hand and smiled.

“Ordering for someone else?” She asked in a friendly tone.

“My wife. She wrote it down for me months ago,” He shrugged a little in defeat, “It’s her birthday.”

The barista held her hand out gently to ask for the note, hoping she could decipher the order better than he could.

“Oh! Easy enough. One venti iced matcha latte with 3 pumps of brown sugar syrup,” She confidently announced and Jethro breathed a sigh of relief, “We do have the apple brown sugar syrup out now, do you think she’d like that?”

“Your guess is better than mine,” Jethro gave her a slightly smile.

The barista simply nodded and pressed some buttons on her screen. He had to try not to groan when the total popped up on the card reader.

She gets this crap everyday? He wondered to himself.

He waited quietly for a moment before his name was called out in the busy coffee shop. When he stepped up to grab the green drink, the barista handed him a small bag, too.

“Oh, I don’t think this is mine,” Jethro politely informs the barista.

“It’s on the house. Have a grande!”

He smiled and nodded in thanks, the Starbucks pun going completely over his head.

It had been a good day. Your coworkers all went together to get a cake from a local bakery, decorated in flowered vines and birthday wishes spelled out in delicate lettering.

You stepped out of the elevator, the last corner of cake tucked neatly under your arm in a to-go box and nerves firing in anticipation at seeing your Jethro.

Scanning the lobby in front of you, you spotted him. Dressed in a classic Jethro combination of a solid blue polo covered by a soft gray suit jacket and matching slacks, he smiled your way.

Your eyes slid down and spotted the icy green drink in one hand and a bouquet of colorful wildflower in the other. A soft white spotlight shone down on him and he looked like your own little slice of heaven right in front of your eyes.

“Hi,” You whispered with a smile spread across your cheeks and giddy butterflies fluttering around your stomach.

“Hi sweetheart,” He leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, “Have a good day?”

You looked down to the cake in the crook of your elbow and back to him in all his sweet glory, “Even better now.”

He handed you your icy green goodness and slid the leftover cake slice out of your grasp in on swift motion. You took a sip and closed your eyes in bliss at how delicious it tasted.

“How did you know?” You begged of him, racking your brain trying to figure out how he even knew what matcha was.

Jethro simply shrugged and lifted one corner of his mouth in a smirk.

“Oh,” He grabbed for a small Starbucks bag tucked in his grasp behind the flowers, “The lady at the coffee shop said you’d like this.”

You pulled your favorite sprinkled cake pop out of the bag and gasped, always amazed by just how Jethro can pull off the sweetest surprises.

“How’d I get so lucky?” You might literally have hearts in your eyes at this point.

Jethro wrapped a strong arm around your waist and kissed your temple, “Just wait ‘til we get home.”

You shot him a questioning glare as you dug into your cake pop and headed for the door. He just smiled and leaned in to whisper into your ear.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

[jazspice]

Hello, Tumblr and people! I’m Jasper (18+), goes by he/they. I’m a nursing student who has a hobby of being delusional and writing self-indulgent fics.

Would anyone be interested in the ff:

↬ Jethro Gibbs x reader

↬ Fox Mulder x reader

↬ Criminal Minds x reader

↬ House M.D. character x reader

↬ Grey's Anatomy characters x reader

↬ DC characters x reader

I can definitely accept requests, just hit me up with here.

Quick disclaimer: As I stated, I'm a nursing student so definitely every posts I do would be delayed and that includes requests.

[novamariestark]

NCIS, Gibbs and the reader are undercover, the only way to maintain their cover is to get married but it is not supposed to get filed. Yet one the guys files it to get even, and there is a law saying they have to stay married and live together for so long until they get a divorce (because Gibbs has been divorced 3 times) The reader is having a hard time since she truly loves and THINKS it is one-sided.

[A/N] ahhh I hate how I hate my writing sometimes

Why me? I mean, I’ve dreamt about this but… why me?

Standing opposite him, holding his hand as the clerk droned on about the vows you were supposed to exchange. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. You have thought about this so many times. But never like this, not under the harsh bright lights of a courthouse. Never for a mission.

You and the team finally uncovered an upcoming “shipment” belonging to the human trafficking organization you’d been tracking for months. This was your chance to bring them down. But you hadn’t expected it to cause you this much of a headache.

Abby had created covers for both you and Gibbs, including fake criminal activities, fabricated records, transactions, and past aliases. Gibbs becomes "Jack Lawson," a seasoned and the cold and calculating, ruthless trafficker with a reputation for leaving no witnesses if things went south. You take on the role of "Elena Lawson," his equally cunning and business-savvy wife. You had to pretend to be Gibbs’ wife.

It should be easy. After all, you’d spent years working beside him, learning his every move, how to anticipate his orders, how to cover his back in the field, and how to decipher his gruff silences. But this was different. This wasn’t just another mission; this was playing house with the one man you’d secretly loved for years. And the worst part? You had to act like it was all just business.

But of course, to you, it was more than that.

You look at the ring on your finger and you can’t help but imagine what it would be like if it were real.

At the beginning of the undercover mission, everything felt so awkward. Like the two of you were strangers forced to stay in the same room for the night. All you spoke about was the mission and only the mission. It was almost as though Gibbs was afraid to cross a line and make you uncomfortable. But at the same time, you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.

But one night, that tense atmosphere changed. One night, you fall asleep on Gibbs’ shoulder while watching TV. When you wake up, you find that he hasn’t moved, his arm still around you. You look up as much as you can without moving your head to find that he is also asleep. You snuggle closer into his side and you are soon lulled to sleep by his warmth.

When you wake up, you are no longer on the couch, you are in the bed. The bed you two were supposed to be sharing, but Gibbs always sleeps on the couch. The sun is up, and the smell of coffee and bacon fills the air.

You slip out of bed and tiptoe to the kitchen. Gibbs is there, his back to you. The muscles ripple as he moves, and for a brief moment, you allow yourself to appreciate the sight.

He turns around, breakfast ready on plates, “Morning Sweetheart,” he smiled, placing the plates on the dinner table. The pet name feels like a dagger in your heart, because no matter how hard you wish or how much you dream, you’d never really be his sweetheart.

You pulled out your chair and sat down with a sigh, “You don’t have to call me that when we’re alone,” you said, tucking yourself under the table ready to dig into the food, “Just like how we don’t have to share the bed,” you finished as you picked up the fork to dig into the breakfast that, even you had to admit, looked delicious.

But before you could, Gibbs sat opposite you, that look in his eyes he gives you as if he’s reading your thoughts. The way he stares at you as if he’s deciphering every dark corner of your mind. Which, if he could, he’d immediately regret it and you’d die of embarrassment.

You tried to ignore him and started to eat the bacon, and to your surprise. It was good. So good it made you laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing… it’s just, I didn’t know you knew how to cook,”

“What gave you that idea?”

“I’ve seen your fridge, Gibbs,”

Gibbs chuckled, a rare sound that echoed in the apartment, a sound that you wish you could hear on repeat.

But soon the conversation changes, back to reality. Later this evening you are expected to attend a party with some of your targets, or should you say “associates”. You are dreading it. Dreading having to be close to Gibbs, him hold you close to him, as close as he was last night. Maybe dance with him.

What if you mess up? What if you step on his feet?

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You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap of your dress for what felt like the thousandth time tonight. The dark red fabric clung to your figure in a way that made you feel both beautiful and vulnerable. The mission demanded perfection – and so did you.

Tonight was important to the mission. Tonight, you were going to interact with a group of people with connections to the human trafficking “business”, but you knew you could handle that. But could you handle Gibbs? Could you handle being close to him for that long? His arm around your waist, his warm breath on your neck.

The knock on the bedroom door startled you out of your thoughts. You looked at the clock on the dresser, exactly the time he said he would knock. You took a deep breath and smoothed the fabric of your dress one last time. You were a professional. You could do this.

Right?

When you opened the door, there he stood, looking impossibly handsome in a tailored suit. His blue eyes swept over you, his expression unreadable, as always.

“You look beautiful,” he said simply, his voice low and gravelly.

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light, despite the dance the butterflies were having in your stomach right now, “You clean up pretty well yourself,”

His lips curled into a faint smile as he held out his arm. You hesitated just for a moment before slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow.

The car ride was quiet. Nothing but passing cars and the gentle hum of the engine. Any other time you’d be jumping at the chance to be alone in the car with Gibbs, but now? On this mission? It was fucking hell.

As you walked through the doors of the massive house the party was being held at, eyes were on you instantly. Assessing your every move. Gibbs places a hand on the small of your back, leading you towards the contact he had met before.

“Ah, you must be the beautiful, Elena,” he said as you stopped before him. He took his hand in yours and placed a kiss on your knuckles. You smile charmingly, hiding the fact that you would throw up if he touched you again, “You were not kidding. She is a beauty. If she were not your wife, she would get a pretty penny,”

Gibbs grip on your hip tightened, but he chuckled, maintaining his cover, “I bet,” he replied.

 You smiled, leaning into Gibbs just a little, placing a hand on his chest, “My husband has always had good taste,” you said, your voice dripping with affection that wasn’t entirely an act.

The man grinned, clearly satisfied with your response. He motioned for a waiter to bring drinks, and soon you found yourself with a glass of champagne in hand, toasting to nothing in particular, as the conversation droned on.

As the night wore on, the party buzzed with the chatter of dangerous men. You moved through the crowd, sticking close to Gibbs, the two of you making small talk with people you wished you could arrest on the spot. But with no concrete evidence, you had to play the long game.

“Well, if it isn’t the most talked-about couple of the evening,” he said with a smirk. “I hear you two are quite the pair. Must be nice to have a wife who’s both beautiful and useful in our…line of work.”

You hated every word that came out of his mouth, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, offering a coy smile. “We make a good team,” you replied smoothly. But despite that, Gibbs sensed you were uncomfortable.

Before he could reply, a slow song started to play and Gibbs turned to you, “Would you like to dance, Sweetheart?”

Everything in you screamed “NO!” but you had to. It was getting harder to block out your feelings, I mean you didn’t really want to. This here is what you wanted. To be near him, to hold him. To be loved by him. But you weren’t sure it was a risk you could afford to take.

Gibbs took your hand and led you to the dance floor and for a moment, it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the room. He placed one hand on your waist, the other holding your hand gently but firmly. You stepped closer, your bodies almost touching, and began to sway to the music.

As you moved together, the rest of the room seemed to blur, the noise of the party fading into the background. It was just you and Gibbs, moving together, as if you had done this a thousand times before.

You looked up at him, trying to read the expression in his eyes, but as always, he was unreadable. His face was calm, controlled.

“You’re quiet,” Gibbs murmured, his voice barely audible over the music. “Something on your mind?”

You forced a smile, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just trying to stay in character,” you replied, hoping he couldn’t hear the slight tremor in your voice.

As the song continued, you let yourself relax, just a little, allowing yourself to savor the moment. This was probably the closest you would ever get to having what you really wanted. So, you let yourself lean into him, just a fraction.

The song ended far too soon, and you reluctantly pulled back, feeling the cold rush in as the warmth of his body left yours. The room came back into focus, the noise and the lights and the people all returning to the foreground.

Thankfully the night ended and you two were both invited to the next “Shipment”. Which meant that maybe you could go home soon.

You and Gibbs walked out of the party, the cool night air hitting your face as you stepped outside. The silence between you was thick, almost like you could cut it with a knife. Gibbs opened the car door for you, and for a second, his hand brushed against yours. That tiny touch sent a shiver down your spine

The ride back to the safe house was just as quiet as the ride to the party. Your mind was spinning, thinking about everything that had happened tonight—the way he held you, the way his eyes looked at you when you danced. It was so confusing. You wanted to be close to him, but it scared you too.

As he parked the car outside your safehouse, for a moment, there was nothing but silence. You could feel him looking at you, like he was trying to figure out what you were thinking. But, as always, he didn’t say anything more. He just opened the door and got out of the car.

You followed him inside, walking up the stairs to the safehouse. Even though the room was small, it was neat and comfortable. The bed was made, and the couch where Gibbs insisted on sleeping was set up with a pillow and blanket.

As you stepped inside, you hesitated. Gibbs went straight to the couch, like he always did, already loosening his tie and taking off his jacket

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch, you know,” you said softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Gibbs paused, glancing at you with that unreadable expression. “It’s fine. I’m comfortable here.”

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say next. “Okay,” you finally whispered, feeling a little disappointed but trying not to show it.

You turned away and headed for the bedroom, slipping out of your dress and changing into something more comfortable. As you climbed under the covers, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at Gibbs. He was lying on the couch, his eyes closed, but you could tell he wasn’t asleep yet.

“Goodnight, Gibbs,” you called out softly, your voice carrying through the small space.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

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The next few days were hell. You had gone out for a jog and as soon as you come back, you wanted a shower. What you didn’t expect was your boss stepping out of the shower as you walked into the bathroom. You immediately covering your eyes and turning around. You apologised and walked out, doing anything to erase that mental image of your boss’ wet naked body in front of you.

Dinner that night was awkward. For you. Gibbs seemed to have a smug smirk on his face, the same one that had been glued there for the whole day. He had been joking that you walked in on him on purpose. It annoyed you because it wasn’t helping you forget.

Did you want to forget? No. but you didn’t want the added torture of something you wanted but could never have.

You couldn’t wait to arrest the bad guys and get back into your own house but it turned out DiNozzo, the little shit, decided this was the perfect opportunity to get back at you for a prank you pulled on him.

As soon as the mission was over, you both returned home to find a letter. A confirmation of your marriage certificate being filed. You immediately left your house and drove over to Gibbs’

“What the hell is this?” you asked as you burst through the door that was never locked.

“I don’t know, I got the same one,” Gibbs sighed, sitting on the couch.

“Well, we’re getting a divorce, come on,”

“[Y/N] it’s 10pm besides… we can’t” he replied, placing his bourbon on the table.

“The hell do you mean ‘we can’t’” you asked, slightly agitated. All you wanted tonight was to sleep in your own bed, in your own damn house. But no. Something was against you doing that.

“That new law the government set a couple of months ago to deter serial marriages and divorces. I’ve been divorced 3 times [Y/N] they’re not going to let us,”

“It was for a fucking undercover mission, Gibbs, I am not your wife,” you snapped, quite shockingly, you had never raised your voice to anyone, let alone Gibbs, “I am your colleague,”

“We can try and explain our situation, but I doubt it,”

You shake your head, your hands clenched into fists at your sides, knuckles white against your skin, “I don’t fucking believe this,” you said, not to Gibbs particularly. Just throwing it out into the room. Because not only did that law require you to stay married for at least a year, you had to live together too.

You’d just spent two weeks with Gibbs. A year?! A fucking year?! How the fuck were you going to survive that?

“It’s not fair, Gibbs, I shouldn’t have to live my life like this for a mistake, I shouldn’t have to do this,” you whispered, as the anger drained from you, your hands fell limp, and your covered your face as the first tear slipped down your cheek, “It was torture,”

“Yeah, I’ve been told,”

You don’t know whether it was the situation or the fact that you were so exhausted, but you let your attraction to him slip.

“Torture because it’s not the way I wanted it to happen!” you cried, “A fucking ring on my finger, fucking one sided feelings, two fucking weeks was bad enough, but a year, a year of you pretending to be my husband, i-I can’t do it,”

Without a word, he closed the distance between you, his hands gently pulling yours away from your face, but before you could react, his lips were on yours. The kiss was firm but tender, a mix of all the emotions that he too, had kept buried for so long.

You froze, shock stealing your breath, but his lips were soft. Slowly, the tension in your body melted away, replaced by something you didn’t dare name.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he spoke, “It wasn’t torture for me.” His thumb brushed away a lingering tear on your cheek.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. “You… like me?”

Gibbs held your gaze, his eyes softening in a way you’d never seen before. He didn’t need to say anything—the way his thumb traced gentle circles on your cheek, the way he looked at you, it said it all. But he answered anyway, his voice steady and sure.

“I love you, [Y/N]”

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Epilogue

Gibbs wanted to give you a proper wedding, so he did. He planned the whole thing without your knowledge, with the help of your best friend, Abby.

Tony walked you down the aisle, still sporting that black eye you had given him despite how well everything turned out.

Something else that was unexpected but not a bad thing was your pregnancy. Well I suppose it’s sort of a bad thing in a way because Jimmy, Tim and Tony keep telling you to name the baby after them if it’s a boy. You had already chosen a name for a boy, Jackson, after your new father-in-law. But you couldn’t lie that some of the reasons they gave you to use their name were very entertaining.

One of Tony’s being “If you name him Tim, he’s going to be a nerdy virgin until he’s 40,”

You rolled your eyes as Tony continued to give you reasons why his name would suit your son better.

You turned to him, your smile never leaving your face as you asked, “You want another black eye?”

That immediately shut him up. Mental note; remember that for next time. He’s bound to piss you off again during your pregnancy. As soon as Gibbs found out you were pregnant, he got even more protective, and you didn’t think that was possible. You were now assigned to desk duty, and he left no room for arguments.

When you reached Gibbs at the front, Tony leaned in and whispered, “You’re welcome,”

“Another black eye, DiNozzo,” you warned, making him step back out of range.

Gibbs took your hand and smiled at you. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. It kind of already did but you never expected him to go out of his way to give you the wedding you dreamed of since you were a teen.

Seven months later, Little Jackson decided he was ready to join the world, a whole week earlier than expected. You weren’t quite prepared for it, but there wasn’t much time to think. Jackson, who had been staying with you, quickly helped you to the car and drove you straight to the hospital. As soon as you were settled, he called his son.

Gibbs and the team were in the middle of a tough case, but the second he heard you were in labor, he rushed to the hospital. Abby insisted on coming too—she couldn’t wait to meet her nephew before anyone else.

At the hospital, everything happened fast. Nurses were everywhere, and the room was filled with the beeping of machines and hushed voices. Jackson stayed right by your side up until Gibbs entered the room.

After nine long hours, Little Jackson made his grand entrance and he soon meets his grandfather and namesake. Jackson had no idea you were naming your son after him so it got a bit emotional, not just him, you too.

Gibbs took some time off to be with you and the family. You decided to head back to Sweetwater with Jackson, to spend some much-needed time together as a family. The calm, small-town setting felt like the perfect place to start this new chapter, surrounded by the people you loved and who loved you back. It was a chance to take a deep breath, to enjoy the little moments, and to settle into your new life with Little Jackson.

[stanathanxoox]

Physical Touch

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There always needed to be a reason, an excuse for their bodies to touch. - Leroy Gibbs x reader

Apparently he wasn’t one for physical touch, it wasn’t one of his love languages. And even though he acknowledged that it was one of yours he saved them for special moments in time, always needing a reason for that physical touch for it to be special and meaningful. Today however was one of those days, you had both almost lost your lives due to some crazy sociopath who was trying to wipe out people he blamed for his own misdeeds instead of taking responsibility for them himself. After surviving a bomb that had gone off in your car, and being shot at twice in the space of the last 4 days he was not letting you go, his arms were wrapped around you as the medics checked you over, kisses were placed on the top of your head as he kept whispering over and over again

“I love you Y/N”.

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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Hey, my requests are open

I decided I would also like to write for other fandoms outside of f1.

I’m thinking about:

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Emily prentiss

Game of thrones

Little finger

Tywin Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Sansa stark

John snow

Star trek

Leonard McCoy

Spock

Christopher pike

Harry potter

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lord of the rings

King Thranduil

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Sherlock

Mycroft homes

The walking dead

Negan

Celebrities

Alan Rickman

Lee Pace

Pedro pascal

Zak Bagans

Let me know if you want other fandom or characters I’m open for everything.

Drop a request.

I would be happy to write it

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Here's a little concept that I'm playing around with. It's a NCIS x Hannibal supernatural creature au. I'm not sure if I want the end pairing to be Hannibal x Reader or Frederick Chilton x Reader yet. Warnings: mention of injury, death, and autopsy. If you worked in any type of law enforcement, it was impossible not to know about the NCIS team based in Washington. Led by Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the NCIS were some of the most resourceful and skilled federal agents Doctor Frederick Chilton had ever had the misfortune to hear of.

Yet something about the NCIS team didn't seem right and it nagged at him. One day the frustrated doctor gave in to temptation. He researched the NCIS team, grasping at threads and noting the abnormalities. As his research continued, he was left with more questions than answers. How could Gibbs survive his injuries and why did he heal so quickly? What made DiNozzo such a dangerous mix of charm, focus, and dedication? How could David hunt her target across continents without losing the trail? Were there any cyber security walls that McGee couldn't penetrate? How extensive was Mallard's knowledge of death and autopsy? Why was Scuito so loved by her team? And how could the most recent addition to their team, (Surname) uncover secrets that had been buried for decades?

Frederick had no way of knowing that he'd find out the answers to his questions very soon and that he'd be drawn into worlds far more complex than his own.

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187-films]

The new NCIS episode

“The Stories We Leave Behind” 21x02

Spoilers

To bad

So first off Palmer finds ducky in his bed

Then it goes through some of his memories while solving a case

At the end tony comes back for the funeral and he says something can’t remember exactly what but he says autopsy gremlin

The autopsy gremlin got me i was crying at the beginning to the end well technically just the beginning and just the end😂😂

Where the hell was gibbs and ziva

[ncis-yp]

Comfy clothes (Gibbs x reader) [FLUFF]

You laid in bed the second you got home from work. Still in your work clothes, your glasses still on. Utterly exhausted from the day. Jethro walked in to see you knocked out and glasses out of place, snoring lightly.

“Get up” Jethro says and you nearly bolted up, reaching for your gun that was clearly not in its holster.

“Fuck” you groan, taking your glasses off and tiredly rubbing your eyes. Jets blurred figure in front of you and your eyes readjusted.

“I’m surprised you remembered to take your gun out” he chuckled. “You were knocked out when I walked in.

“I don’t even remember taking it out” you giggle sleepily. He smiled at you as he began undressing you. “What’re you doing?” You smile.

“Putting you to bed” he replied. “Was it bad today?”

“Got shot at twice, chased a burglar down the street and tackled him, got stuck in an interrogation room for a few hours, and I did training first thing this morning” you reply.

“Nasty bruises” he ran his hand down you ribs.

“Yeah doc said I’ll be alright. Just give it a few weeks to heal. I’ll get wrapped up tomorrow, IF I have pain while I’m breathing”

“And?”

“I definitely do have pain while I’m breathing” you admit.

“Guess that means I gotta be gentle.” He smiles as he looks up at you from his knees. You cock your eyebrow as his pretty blue eyes blink up at you. Standing, he unclips your bra and passes you his USMC hoodie. Your favorite of his hoodies to date.

“Oh no no” you say putting on the hoodie. “I’ll still kick your ass.” You quickly clutched your pillow to your chest as you coughed. Groaning at the discomfort. Jethros face twisted in distaste at the picture of you.

“We’re getting you wrapped now. Get up” he gently helps you up and makes a phone call.

30 minutes later you were sitting on a cold steel table getting your thorax wrapped up tightly. You were wincing in pain.

“Ah not to fret, my dear” Ducky said softly. “Keep this tightly wrapped for a few days and it’ll mend the pain when coughing”

“Thank you Dr. Mallard” you smile softly.

“Ducky, to you. And according to your X-rays, you’re in no harm. Nothing but bruises, but nothing broken” he points to your body on the x ray monitor.

“Thanks Duck” Gibbs says picking you up off the table.

“My pleasure, Jethro, (y/n)” Ducky nodded towards you. You smiled and nodded back. “Though, Jethro, make sure she drinks plenty of water and no… physical activity, if you know what I mean. Heavy breathing will put too much strain on her”

“Heard that Jetty? no physical activity” you say cheekily. “Guess I get to miss work for a few days”

“Yeah, yeah” he kisses you. “Shut up”

“Night Duck” you say as Gibbs carries you out.

You arrived back at home. Your boyfriend made you a comfy spot in bed. Leaving the TV remote by your side, with a few cans of soda and a giant bottle of water. He pulled into a gentle but caring hug.

“Thank you Jet”

[crazycurly-77]

Alone with Gibbs

“Nononono! You can't be serious. You can't do this to me!” you pleaded with Tim and Kate, who were both going on vacation for the next two weeks. 

“I don't even have Tony as support and fellow sufferer, because he had to go on an undercover mission” you explained to them desperately. 

At least Tim looked a little guilty, but didn't say anything. Kate smiled warmly at you realizing that you were starting to panic and tried to comfort you “come on, he isn't so bad at all. I'm sure it will be hard, but you'll survive.”

“You condemn me to two weeks working alone with Gibbs. One of us won't survive this!” 

“Who won't survive what?” you heard the deep voice from your boss directly in your ear. 

“He's standing right behind me, isn't he” you stated and Tim and Kate nodded. 

You prepared for the upcoming head-slap, but it never came. Instead he was walking to his desk, grabbed the keys to the car and said “We have a missing navy Lieutenant. Come on.”

Oh,oh. It's starting right away. 

You rolled your eyes and wished them a wonderful time wholeheartedly. All the while running after him to the elevator. 

Arriving at the car you got in and he drove like hell to Norfolk.

“My goodness, he's bad shit crazy!” Luckily and miraculously you really survived the drive. You exited the car and ran after him to the ship on which the missing soldier did his duty. 

“You only observe. I'm doing the questioning” Gibbs ordered and you nodded. So you two boarded the ship, interrogated the crew, searched the belongings of Ted Fuller in the hope of a hint where he had gone to, but you found none. 

Because of that you drove back to the office to check the files. Again Gibbs was driving like a madman. “Is he only insane, does he try to get killed or did he want to be a racer when he was a kid?” you wondered silently as there was no conversation and you were holding on to the door handle for your dear life. 

Arriving at the office he got out of the car and ordered “park the car and get me a coffee.” You just stared at him open mouthed “what?! Are you serious?” 

He turned to you “you heard me. Why are you still here?” Then he walked into the building and left you seething with anger. 

You sighed and did as you were told. You parked the car, then grabbed coffee for Gibbs and you and went back to the office. Walking up in front of his desk you put down his cup of coffee and wanted to walk over to your own desk. 

But he looked up from the file he was reading and asked “where were you?” 

You looked at him and answered “I did as you told me.”

“And why did it take so long?” 

You only sent him a murderous gaze, turned, finally walked to your desk and sat down. 

Just at this moment you were ordered “find out who he had last spoken to on the phone.” With that he stood up and went to the MTAC. 

You did the needed research and then laid back and began to read your new book “100 ways to kill your boss”. It was really funny and you were totally absorbed in it. 

Suddenly you got a soft head-slap which absolutely startled you, so you let it fall to the ground. Gibbs picked it up, read the title and threw it into the trash can. 

Walking to his desk he said “I'll tell you number 101: Giving me a heart attack if you actually do your work.”

You huffed, stared at him and then snapped “I DID my work. The last call was at a bar on the naval base.”

At first he did nothing, but stared silently at you. Then he smiled. He Smiled!!! Can you imagine??!! Then the second miracle happened as he said “good! Let's head to the bar. You are driving.”

Proud as you were you ran to the car, got in, startet the car and immediately moved off as Gibbs took his seat, too. 

You drove even 10 mph over the limit and that was quite fast for you. 

You drove nearly 10 minutes in silence and just as you wanted to begin a conversation he said slightly impatiently, “Number 102…driving so slow that I will be dead until we arrive.”

What??!! You couldn't believe it and were for a moment absolutely speechless. Then you replied with a mischievous grin “no worries, god and the devil surely doesn't want you and send you back to torture us further.”

You waited for the upcoming reprimand, but the only sound that your boss made was that he was surprisingly laughing. 

The rest of the drive was silent as ever. Arriving at the bar you searched the whole place and yes, you found the missing navy lieutenant. He was sitting on the loo sleeping deeply and snoring soundly. 

Gibbs called you to the bathroom were he had found him and while your boss was shaking his head you had to stop yourself from laughing out loud. “Bring me a bucket” he ordered you. 

You went to the kitchen, found one and went back to the bathroom. There Gibbs filled the bucket and poured all the water over the soldier so that he woke. 

The poor man didn't know where he was at first, but Gibbs enlightened him, yelling at him at the top of his lungs. Then he dragged him to the car and drove at maximum speed to the ship. Thankfully you all survived the ride, so you could hand over the soldier to his superior. 

Back at the bullpen you both sat down to do your reports. Shortly into writing them Gibbs went out of coffee and grabbed yours. He drank from it and immediately spit it out saying annoyed “Number 103…poisoning me with that dishwater.”

“You do realize that that was MY coffee you were drinking?” you answered, looking at him murderously. 

“You're working for me, so YOUR coffee is MY coffee. And that's NO coffee, I tell you.”

Oh, that was bad. “Just because you want to have a heart attack from the more than strong coffee you drink, doesn't mean I have to drink that same bad coffee as you.”

You were both staring at each other, saying nothing. Then he turned and left. After a few minutes he came back with two cups of coffee in his hands and gave one to you. You first looked suspiciously at the mug and then at him. He just nodded, so you slowly tastet it…and were totally surprised, because that was not his kind of coffee, but exactly the kind of it which you liked the most - coffee with a lot of milk. Not really knowing what to say you just whispered “thank you” to which he only nodded again. 

After finishing your reports you headed home. The rest of the two weeks alone no other case showed up, so you did a lot of research. 

On the best Monday morning ever Kate and Tim were back and you were never so grateful in your life. Now you were a survivor and you were sooo proud of it. But working alone with Gibbs hadn't to happen again any time soon in your opinion. 

“Tim! Kate! You're back! How wonderful!!” you screamed and threw yourself into their arms. The three of you laughed and cheered with Kate praising you and smiling proudly at you “I see you have survived, I'm proud of you. As I said, you'll make it.”

“Yeah. I'm very proud of myself, too. He gave me a hard time, but I tried to give it back to him as best as possible,” you grinned. 

As a matter of fact you thought that one can learn a lot from Gibbs and when you know how you had to react to him, he could be a good and friendly human being and a good teacher - but unfortunately only then. And that was pretty hard to guess. 

Gibbs’ welcome for the both of them was not a big hug as you gave them, but “good you're back, there's work to do.”

You all only shook your head, because that was so him. 

After welcoming them back, he gave you a thick file and said “you are standing up to me and that's good, despite the fact that it annoys me sometimes. So I’m making you my new partner, here's a file you have to read. Meeting at MTAC in 30 minutes.”

Wow, that was definitely unexpected, but you were undoubtedly happy to be able to observe and learn from the best.

The End

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

A very smol blurb inspired by the end of NCIS ep 11.2 so I can cope with my very big feelings (no spoilers, just discussion of our poor honey’s injury)

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x wife!reader

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The door is unlocked and the lights are off when you come home which, normally, would be par for the course if not for the truck in the driveway with its hood still warm. Slipping inside and shaking off the fall chill, you drop your coat and keys by the door before stepping out of your shoes and making your way further into the house.

“Jay?” you call out into the darkness. “Y’here? You know I don’t do well with jump scares.”

“Better brace yourself then,” he counsels, and you can tell now that he’s in the kitchen. The small overhead light flickers to life, and you take in a shuddering breath, followed by an eloquent, “Son of a fucking whore, who did this to you?” Shaky fingers reach up to graze the fresh bruise blooming on his face, and you wince at the sight of multiple cuts and his bloodshot left eye. “I bet that fucker’s regretting messing with you, huh?”

“Easy, love,” he murmurs with a smile, delicately taking your wrist in his hand and brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Your mouth could rival a sailor’s.”

“Oorah and all that jazz,” you fire back easily. “Answer the question, Jethro.”

“Which one?”

“Jethro.”

“Name’s not important. Locked up and taken care of,” he finally provides as he pulls you into a hug. You nuzzle into his solid chest and tease, “Bet he’s got an uglier mug than you now, hm?”

“You married this ugly mug.”

“And aren’t I just the luckiest gal in the world?” You guide him over to the small table and gently nudge his shoulder. He takes the hint and settles into the chair, finally releasing some tension from the day while you card your fingers through his hair. “I’ll get you some ice.”

Tilting his head back to rest against your tummy, he looks up at you with the closest thing to puppy dog eyes he can muster in his current state. “Make it a beer? It’ll be a twofer.”

“Got it,” you answer, sliding milk and eggs aside to reach for the six pack of your husband’s favorite local brew. You hear the phone ringing as you extract yourself from the fridge, and when you return to his side, Jethro heaves a sigh before lifting the device to his ear with a quiet, “Hey, Ziver.”

You twist off the cap to his beer before placing it down by his hand, then give his shoulder a firm squeeze and press a delicate kiss to his cheek. He places his hand over your own and squeezes back, looking up to meet your gaze with a small smile.

After one more brush of your lips against his temple, you head upstairs to shower and change. He’ll come find you when he’s ready.

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LJG tags 🖤 @ilovemark1951 @doctorwhofan24

[kdogreads]

Dirty Gibbs smut please & or Christmas Santa smut?

Honestly the image of Gibbs in a Santa suit is too much for me to handle 😂🥵🎅

Merry everything, sweetie pies!!

“Please, baby,” You whine from outside your bedroom door, “Just a little peak?”

“What’s in it for me, Mrs. Claus?” Jethro’s gruff voice had an unusual lilt to it as he cracked the door open barely an inch.

“Anything you want, Santa,” You answer a little too excitedly, not even slight sexy.

He lets out a huff and swings the door open wide. You stare with glee as he lifts his hands up and motions as if to say, Happy now?

It’s quite a sight to see — Jethro Gibbs, known for his cold demeanor and unwavering work ethic, dressed up in a full Santa suit complete with black work boots, a fuzzy red hat and his home-grown, lush white beard. It was so adorable, and somehow still so Jethro.

You can’t deny it, he looks a little ridiculous is his get up, but they needed someone to play Santa your work Christmas party, and you were quick to volunteer your husband up for the task.

“Anything at all?” He questions playfully, an eyebrow raising up so that it’s just barely shows from under the white fluff of his hat.

The pure domesticity and wholesomeness of his costume should remind you of all the sweet reasons you married him. He’s fun and will do anything to make you happy and loves to be around kids, but somehow, even with his fake rounded belly and gaudy red covering every inch of him, a fire starts in your belly. A fire that can only be contained if he takes you to bed. Now.

A sultry smirk spreads across your face as you nod in response, “Anything, Santa.”

You step through the doorway and grab his hand to lead him towards your king-size bed, stopping only to kick off your shoes before climbing on.

“Jetty?” You question sweetly as you start working on the buttons of his red jacket.

He hums in response, sliding his hand up to cup the side of your face. You turn your head to plant a kiss onto his palm before continuing your thought.

“Everything else has to go, but I guess the hat can stay,” You stifle a giggle as he becomes more urgent, hands shoving yours out of the way to make quicker work of all the buttons.

He lets out a low laugh, almost as his he’s practicing his best ho ho ho.

“Yes ma’am, Mrs. Claus,” He’s still smiling as he moves to place a peck on your lips before sliding his lips to the shell of your ear, “Anything you want.”

[jazspice]

I'm genuinely stumped please send requests here

Hello, Tumblr and people! I’m Jasper (18+), goes by he/they. I’m a nursing student who has a hobby of being delusional and writing self-indulgent fics.

Would anyone be interested in the ff:

↬ Jethro Gibbs x reader

↬ Fox Mulder x reader

↬ Criminal Minds x reader

↬ House M.D. character x reader

↬ Grey's Anatomy characters x reader

↬ DC characters x reader

I can definitely accept requests, just hit me up with here.

Quick disclaimer: As I stated, I'm a nursing student so definitely every posts I do would be delayed and that includes requests.

[chicagofanfictionfan]

Sailing | Part 40

‘Ziva, are we going to die too?’

Tim’s question shoots Ziva in the heart – for a few moments she’s speechless – the hardest thing she’d ever have to do in her life was telling the Gibbs children that their father had died.

She was wrong. Ziva thought. Breaking the news about Gibbs to them – that he didn’t make it through that first night – was even harder now with him gone.

Without him – they’d been burned beet red by the sun; their food and water supply was beginning to run low – almost as low as their own spirits. Including the sadness of losing their skipper, father and friend has taken them from overwhelming despair to something even worse now – that they all might be next.

They’d all been staying close as possible to where The Family Gibbs went; there’s been no rescue boat or helicopter. The only planes that flew overhead are like little ants in the sky, tiny mere specks – probably wouldn’t normally see at all if not for their vapour trails – lost somewhere in tropical waters and don’t know exactly where.

She’d stared through narrowed eyes at their sunburned bodies – their cuts and bruises – the sea salt desperately clinging to their scabs. Looking between - their chapped lips - dishevelled heads of hair. Ziva stared deep into their eyes.

‘No, Tim,’ she answered. ‘We’re not going to die too.’