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Into the wild with Gibbs - Part 2: "Falling"

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Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

Falling for her:

He'll never forget this moment. This one moment that changed everything. That changed him. But no, actually, it didn't change him, only his desires. Because it awakened his insatiable desire for you and for the bigger picture - with you.

You were just an analyst, but to him, you were so much more.

On the day it happened, Gibbs and his team were working on a seemingly hopeless case. They racked their brains for a way to free the two hostages, but they couldn't find a solution.

Simply shooting the terrorist wasn't an option because he was hiding behind one of the hostages.

Tim, Tony, and Gibbs stood clueless in front of the large monitor showing the building's blueprint.

Someone suddenly spoke behind them: "I'd use the ventilation shafts." All three men turned to you questioningly and made room for you to see the plan.

"The ventilation shafts run throughout the building, and there's a connection between the neighboring barber shop and the office where the hostages and the hostage-taker are," you explained to the team.

DiNozzo snorted a little dismissively: "So?"

Somewhat annoyed by his tone, you turned to him: "With a blowgun long enough, it would be possible to shoot a small dart filled with tranquilizer at the perpetrator, thereby incapacitating him. It just takes an excellent marksman."

Gibbs looked at you very attentively and intensely. He was very impressed. The idea was brilliant, and he was surprised he had overlooked the shafts. The plan was quickly finalized. The boss was already the perfect gunman for the job since he was a sniper, and finally, the hostages were successfully freed and the criminal was arrested.

You obviously had a talent for strategic planning, which is why Gibbs transferred you to the planning department, where your input was also beneficial on subsequent missions.

You worked together successfully time and again, and after the work was done, you went out to dinner together or worked on his boat.

This had been going on for half a year now. You spent almost every evening together and became increasingly close.

Falling for him:

You love him. It's that simple. His confident demeanor, his sharp mind, his beautiful, bright blue eyes, and his salt and pepper hair...there wasn't a night you didn't dream about him.

Thanks to your new job, you worked together often and successfully, which you enjoyed immensely. But the moment afterward was the moment you looked forward to most every time.

Because that meant dinner with Jethro and a wonderful evening by his side. Every time you were alone together, you felt as if he were your husband and you were by his side as his wife.

This longing thought always made you sigh heartbreakingly. Oh, if only it were reality and not just wishful thinking.

Yes, at first you only had a weakness for him, but it gradually developed into deep love. And one very special evening ensured that Gibbs will forever have a place in your heart.

You had arranged to have dinner with your boyfriend. Gibbs didn't like him, which is why you had kept it a secret from him, but things weren't going well in your relationship anyway, which is why you and Robert wanted to talk privately.

The meal would certainly have been delicious if Robert hadn't confessed to cheating on you during the appetizer, and you had subsequently ended the relationship. And since you couldn't bear the sight of him, you fled the restaurant.

You got in your car and drove around aimlessly. Only to realize it wasn't aimless at all. Because you drove straight to where you felt most comfortable and safest - to Gibbs.

You quietly opened the front door because you didn't want to disturb him if he had visitors. But he was sitting all alone on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand, watching an old western.

He must have heard you because he looked up and immediately recognized what was going on from your tear-stained face.

"Come here," he gently urged you.

Sniffling, you crept over to him without a word. You felt miserable and hurt, and probably looked that way too - like a tear-stained mess.

"Very sexy. This will surely impress him enormously," you thought ironically, but you couldn't care less at the moment. And the closer you got to him, the more tears streamed down your cheeks.

You sat down on the couch a little way away from him and waited to see what he would say. But he said nothing.

He looked at you with kind eyes and cautiously wiped the tears from your cheek with his thumb. It felt like a caress between lovers, which made you cry even more.

He gently pulled you into his arms. He held you tightly, rocked you, and stroked your back soothingly. "Shh... everything will be okay, you'll see," he whispered over and over again.

Jethro was your rock, standing firmly by your side, and you felt very safe, surrounded by his strong arms. Nothing bad could happen to you here; he wouldn't allow that. You were convinced of that.

Over time, you calmed down more and more. Deeply inhaling his irresistible scent of man and familiarity, you snuggled close to his strong chest and finally fell asleep.

You were where you wanted to be...if only you could stay.

With this heartbreaking wish, you finally fell asleep. When Jethro noticed, he turned off the TV and the lights, lay down on the couch with you in his arms, and you both slept blissfully until the next morning.

Falling down a hill together:

A few days later, your latest case took team Gibbs and you deep into the mountains. Your job required you to be in top shape and train constantly, but you were still glad that your area of ​​responsibility only extended to the small hills at the foot of the mountains.

Good. In fact, it was McGee, DiNozzo, and you who were gasping for air while Gibbs strode purposefully forward, showing no signs of fatigue or exertion.

He led you tirelessly up and down the hills, always heading north, where the missile you were looking for was supposedly buried. When you arrived at the coordinates in question, the boss sent Tim and Tony in one direction, and he went with you in the opposite direction.

The terrain was very uneven and difficult to walk on, but so far, you'd proven yourself bravely as a city dweller. Gibbs, unlike you, kept walking at a brisk pace, as if he were running on asphalt, but as a Marine, he was probably always out in the wilderness with a map and compass.

Nothing and no one seemed to be making him slow down, so you had to hurry to catch up.

But when you finally reached him, your foot caught on a root sticking out of the ground.

As you fell, you tried to grab hold of something and actually grabbed something - Gibbs’ butt.

For a split second, you were happy to have grabbed hold of something solid, but then Jethro landed on top of you, and together, arm in arm, you rolled down the hill.

Again and again, your bodies made painful contact with twigs, stones, and clods of earth, which will surely leave many bruises.

After several meters downhill, you finally came to rest at the bottom of the hill. Slowly, you tried to get your bearings. You could feel the hard earth beneath you, and pretty much everything hurt.

Then you opened your eyes to see what was preventing you from getting up, because something heavy was obviously on top of you.

But when you saw what it was, or more precisely who it was, your head turned so bright red that you thought it was going to explode. Additionally, you went rigid with shock, because Gibbs was lying on top of you between your legs, and you were still hugging each other. But he didn't seem upset. No, he was smiling.

Oh yes, and how he smiled. Because he was exactly where he wanted to be. You were lying in his arms, and he could feel every inch of your body against his. Finally. And it felt wonderful.

He took advantage of your momentarily confusion and pressed a short but passionate kiss to your lips, which initially confused you even more. But after a few seconds, you had recovered and broken out of your trance. You gave him a timid, encouraging smile and pulled him down for more kisses.

Grateful for your positive response, your lips met again in a kiss and a veritable firework of emotions. But it didn't stop at just one kiss; once you started, you couldn't stop. It simply felt too good to feel each other and to finally be so close to one another.

The lack of oxygen eventually forced you to take a short break. Severely out of breath, Jethro then suggested: "I imagined things differently, but what do you think about dinner at my place tonight? If you want, we can continue this afterwards?"

"Yes!"

Breathless, you beamed with joy and immediately claimed his lips again with a passionate kiss. But your joy was short-lived, because he broke away from you.

When he saw your disappointed face, he kissed your forehead for comfort and gently stroked your cheek with the back of his hand: "We have to stop before those two catch us."

He didn't know how he managed to pull himself together, but when McGee appeared further upstairs the next moment, he knew it was better this way, because he didn't want you to be gossiped about and wouldn't risk that for anything in the world. You were far too valuable to him for that.

Being saved together:

As agreed, you stood in front of Gibbs' house at 7:00 p.m. sharp. You knew he wasn't locking the door, but you were more than nervous, so you rang the bell instead.

"Come in!" came his immediate, loud invitation. You stepped in hesitantly, and what you saw absolutely amazed you.

The man of your dreams stood before you in his best suit, holding out a beautiful bouquet of red roses.

Your mouth fell open in amazement, because you couldn't think of anything to say. You were absolutely overwhelmed, and you fell even more in love with him than you already were. If that was even possible.

"For you," Jethro whispered almost shyly, handing you the flowers. With an equally shy "Thank you," you smiled happily at him. He wasn't a man of many words, but his eyes shone, sparkled, and competed with the most beautiful diamonds.

He cleared his throat: "Please sit down, dinner will be ready soon."

Oh my God! Was that really possible? The great, always composed Leroy Jethro Gibbs was nervous?!

Yes, and how. Because he desperately wanted to court you and impress you. And boy, he had already done that, without a doubt.

The table was beautifully set. There were even flowers and burning candles on it. He carefully pushed your chair out for you before pouring you both a glass of red wine. Then he went into the kitchen to get and serve the meal.

"It tastes fantastic. You are a man with many secrets and talents," you praised him honestly. He smiled contentedly: "Then there's much for you to discover."

Suddenly, there was a crackling tension in the air. He looked deep into your eyes, held up his glass, and toasted you softly, "To us."

"To us," you whispered. But it wasn't you who returned his toast, but your heart, which could no longer remain silent.

The food was forgotten. Jethro gently took your hand, stood up, and pulled you up with him. Then he wrapped his arms around your hips and waist, gently but firmly pulling you towards him.

Your gazes were inextricably intertwined and said everything that needed to be said. And more. For they also contained the request that your plea for the reciprocation of your deep feelings for each other might be heard.

Slowly, as if in slow motion, you simultaneously closed the miniscule distance between you until your lips met. At first, hesitantly and cautiously, but your kisses became increasingly passionate.

You both had your eyes closed, but with your hands you saw everything as one hand of his buried itself in your hair and the other ran down your body.

His kisses made you burn, and if you hadn't held on to his strong shoulders, you would surely have melted at his feet.

When desire threatened to overwhelm you, he took you in his arms and carried you to his bedroom, where, after a stormy night in which there were no secrets, you slept blissfully and contentedly arm in arm until the next morning, dreaming of your future together.

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Into the wild with Gibbs - Part 1: "Camping"

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Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

Just switch off and relax. Enjoy the solitude and tranquility of nature. That was Gibbs' plan after you solved the last case. He packed his camping gear and drove to his cabin into the wild.

But he didn't plan on staying there, because DiNozzo knew about it and would surely find him there, and that was the last thing he wanted for the next four days.

He desperately needed rest. And above all, he desperately needed distance from you. That was also the reason why he retreated into the wilderness. To think. To bring his mind and his emotions back into balance, because he felt like it would tear him apart at any moment.

God, how much he longed for you!

This constant, violent battle between his heart and his head was slowly wearing on him, and he could barely suppress his deep feelings for you anymore.

With every minute and every day, it became harder. The worst moments were when you stood so close to him and he could barely contain himself. Because he wanted nothing more than to hold you tightly in his arms, pull you close, and never let go.

But he had to bury those feelings deep inside, because you certainly had no interest in your older boss. At this thought, he sighed deeply and hoped that the peace and quiet would help him collect himself and escape, at least for a short time, the hopelessness that his feelings were reciprocated.

Arriving at the cabin, he parked the car and got out. Then he grabbed everything he needed for a few days in the wilderness and set off for the nearby river.

He walked over hill and dale and reached his destination after half an hour. Here, a few meters from the riverbank, he had often retreated to reflect. It had helped so far. And hopefully, it would this time too.

So he set up his tent, chopped wood with his trusty Bowie knife, and built a fire. Then he fetched water, put the pot of water on the fire to boil and finally took his fishing rod, went to the shore, and began catching his dinner.

"Peace at last," he grumbled to himself, waiting for a fish stupid enough to bite. It took a while, but he succeeded, and dinner was secured.

So he lived for two days. Hiking, carving, fishing, chopping and gathering wood, making a fire, cooking, eating, and then going to sleep. It was a simple life, but one that grounded him incredibly.

He thought he'd made progress in suppressing his feelings for you, but then it happened. On the third day, he was fetching water when he heard footsteps.

With a quick glance, he made sure his knife was next to him and then he looked in the direction the footsteps were coming from. His whole body tensed, preparing to defend himself if necessary.

But then all the tension left him and was replaced by a completely different kind of tension. "Oh no," he whispered, rolling his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Gibbs asked you, not very enthusiastically.

Yep, you were expecting that. And you understood him. "Tony sent me," you replied curtly.

"Is he messing up your kindergarten?"

Oh yes, the boss was definitely annoyed.

You cautiously approached him: "He bosses us around, but otherwise everything's the same as usual."

"So what are you doing here?" Gibbs's patience was wearing thin, and his body was reacting more and more to you, which he didn't like at all.

"The director really wants to talk to you, and you're not answering your phone. But since you didn't turn it off, luckily we were able to track you," you told him proudly, grinning broadly.

He snorted and shook his head:

"It was my intention to be unreachable."

"Then you should have turned off your phone, not just muted it. That way, the built-in GPS worked wonderfully and led me to you," you replied with a grin and a wink.

"Why are you always so clever and cheeky at the same time? How am I supposed to resist you?" Gibbs thought desperately.

He tried not to let it show in front of you, however, and simply said grumpily, "I'll keep this in mind the next time I need some peace and quiet."

That ended your conversation. He put out the fire, poured the water back into the river, took down his tent, and stowed everything away.

When he was finished, you walked to your car in silence. Since Gibbs planned to return immediately after the meeting, he decided that someone from his team would have to bring him back afterward.

But after a few kilometers, the car suddenly started smoking, forcing you to pull over to the side of the road.

Confused, you got out, opened the hood, and discovered that the engine was boiling. The reason was quickly found: no coolant.

"Didn't you check the car before you left?!" Gibbs yelled, spreading his arms wide, demanding an answer.

"Yes, I did! And everything was fine, otherwise I would have taken a different car!" you protested loudly, putting your hands on your hips.

You were in the middle of nowhere, the car was broken, and the boss was furious. Great.

Next, you heard Gibbs' voice yelling into his cell phone: "DiNozzo! Get us a tow. NOW!!!!"

Then he hung up and started pacing back and forth next to the car.

The atmosphere was explosive. You leaned against the car's body on the other side, trying to make yourself as invisible as possible.

Then Gibbs' phone rang.

“DiNozzo,” Gibbs demanded. Then he listened in silence and hung up. He came around the car and fixed you with a piercing stare.

“Uh, oh. Not good,” were your only thoughts.

“The tow truck can't come until later tomorrow. DiNozzo is picking us up, but he can't be here until tomorrow morning,” he explained with suppressed anger.

You looked at him in shock. “Now what?” “Now what? Now we have to spend the night here, simple as that,” he grumbled as he walked to the trunk and unloaded his camping gear.

Then he looked up. “Where's your gear?”

“I don't have any with me, since I wasn't planning on spending the night here,” you replied with a shrug.

“But I can sleep in the car, no problem.”

With a curt “You sleep in my tent,” Gibbs ended any discussion. Inwardly, he groaned in agony: "Oh my God, how am I going to survive the night?"

He chopped firewood again, built a fire, fetched water from the river, and set up the tent. He didn't want any help from you, so you could watch him to your heart's content.

He was a man full of secrets. You'd known he was one of the best investigators since you started working at NCIS and you also knew he was a former Marine. But seeing and observing him here in the wilderness was something completely new.

He moved as if it were his natural habitat, and watching him chop wood was something you'd gladly do for the rest of your life. The play of trained muscles in his strong arms almost made you melt with longing.

This forbiddenly attractive and sexy silver fox had captured your heart the moment you first met, and it was a mystery to you that he apparently hadn't figured that out yet. Because then he would have definitely pointed out his Rule 12 to you.

You were absolutely right. He could read most people like a book. But in this case, his own feelings overshadowed this ability, so he simply had no idea.

But that wasn't a bad thing, because it provided balance. You both longed for each other and were both convinced that the other wasn't interested.

So the time passed, and when Gibbs was finished, he took his fishing rod and went to the river. You followed him in silence, and the fishing went on just as silently. Everyone was lost in their own thoughts, which were very similar and would certainly have helped to lighten the atmosphere...if you had talked about it with each other. 

After a large fish had actually taken the bait, Gibbs prepared it with astonishing skill, and even though you didn't really like fish, you had to admit that it was really delicious.

After dinner, you sat around the campfire, and Gibbs, contrary to his usual habit, was surprisingly talkative. You talked about everything and nothing. But you both avoided the elephant in the room: romance.

It was wonderful to sit there comfortably together, chatting quietly and listening to nature. And it was indescribably romantic. You both would have loved to sit cuddled up close to each other by the campfire, but instead you sat next to each other with some distance between you.

But the biggest challenge was yet to come... the night. What would that be like? Your inner question was quickly answered, because Gibbs stood up and said, "It's time to go to bed. Since you don't have a sleeping bag with you, we'll use mine as a blanket. It'll be tight, but we'll be fine."

You looked at him with wide eyes, speechless. Cuddled up with Gibbs under a blanket? Was he serious? His heart was leaping with joy and excitement, but also with nervousness.

With shaky knees, you stood up and followed him into the tent. Gibbs had already lain down and spread the sleeping bag over himself and the empty space next to him. That's apparently where you were supposed to sleep. Right next to him. No room to escape. But hey, where would you go? The tent wasn't designed for multiple people, so it would be pretty cramped, but there was no help for it. You both had to go through it.

You carefully took off your shoes and slipped under the covers next to him. You left as much space as possible, but it was only a few centimeters, and you only had a tiny corner of the makeshift blanket left.

Uneasily, you tried to make yourself comfortable and move even further away from him, but you could still feel his body heat.

"My God, that man was a walking heater!" went through your head.

But suddenly, a large hand wrapped around your middle and pulled you gently but firmly backward until you felt something hard against your back. Gibbs had pulled you to his chest, so that you were now lying very close together.

"Stop moving around and finally go to sleep," he muttered softly in your ear.

"That's so easy for you to say. How am I supposed to sleep when my heart wants to burst out of my chest with excitement?!" you thought desperately.

But you weren't alone in this despair. For Jethro, too, your closeness was absolute torture. He tried with all his might to suppress his desire for you, but he was only a man, and his strength was limited.

During your previous constant movements, you constantly rubbed your butt against his hips, and his body loved it. But Gibbs doubted you would.

So he decided to put an end to it and pulled you tightly against him. Now you couldn't move, but a new torment began. Because he felt every inch of your body against his.

With the last vestiges of his sanity, he eventually managed to fall asleep. Looking back, neither of you had slept as well as you did that night in ages.

And the morning was even better! You awoke very slowly and gradually took in your surroundings. First, there was cozy warmth and your soft pillow, then a faint scent of soap, sawdust, and Gibbs.

Gibbs?! Wait. You took another deep breath. There was no doubt about it, it was Gibbs. You could identify that scent among thousands at any time.

That made you take a closer look at your "pillow”. Carefully, you opened your eyes fully and looked down at your legs, which were entwined with Gibbs's.

Further up, your hand and head rested on his strong, hairy chest, and his arm was wrapped around you, holding you as tightly as possible.

As your eyes moved higher, your gaze met the bright blue eyes you love so much. Not a word left your lips. Your gaze said everything you needed to know.

You were so close that your noses were almost touching. Just a small movement... just a small movement and your lips would touch for the very first time.

Your breath caught in your throat with tension, but his gaze held you captivated. And then, very slowly. Millimeter by millimeter, he closed the minimal distance between you.

Very gently, his lips brushed against yours, only to finally unite completely with yours in the next moment. It was so incredibly wonderful. As if in a trance, you answered him.

And he was just waiting for a sign from you. With a suppressed groan, he grabbed your neck and pulled you toward him, while your hands tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He licked your lower lip, begging for entry, which you neither wanted nor could deny.

Caught in your passion, your tongues danced together, and no corner of your mouths remained unexplored. You'd been half-lying on top of Gibbs all night, but now he pulled you fully on top of him because he just had to feel you.

Your shirt was clearly getting in the way, so you broke your kiss and quickly took it off before leaning down to him again and continuing your passionate, burning, and deep kiss.

Your hands explored each other's bodies, and suddenly you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore. "I love you. So much," you whispered against his lips, and he immediately replied, "I love you too."

Wait. Did he really just say that? You paused briefly and looked deep into each other's eyes. Yes, it was indeed true. Your feelings for each other were indeed reciprocated, and your joyful smiles spoke volumes.

With a deep and tender kiss, you sealed your mutual confession and the new beginning. But a loud horn made you stop abruptly.

Then Tony's voice called out, "Boss! Y/N!" Eyes wide with shock, you quickly rolled off Jethro, found your shirt, and put it on.

And you were barely finished when Tony was standing in front of your tent, from which you had just crawled out.

"Well? You must have had a good night," he said with a suggestive grin.

If your looks could kill, he would have fallen over immediately. But Gibbs was already standing behind you, confidently putting his arm around your waist.

"DiNozzo," he said briefly, because he would have liked to spend more time alone with you in the tent. But maybe there will be a sequel later. He certainly wouldn't object.

"Boss, the tow truck will be here in a few hours. But I brought you some coolant. That should get the car drivable again," Tony reported, beaming. But then he suddenly stopped when he realized his mistake. He'd mentioned the missing coolant, which he couldn't have known anything about.

"Uh-oh. Maybe Gibbs didn't hear that..." Tony thought worriedly.

But then the boss gave him a head-slap. Yep, he'd definitely heard. Jethro glared at him angrily, held out his hand, and demanded the key to DiNozzo's car.

Tony suspected something bad was about to happen when he gave him the keys and Gibbs led you immediately to the car. "Boss, wait!" Tony shouted and started to follow you. But Gibbs turned around and gave him a sharp order: "You pack up and wait for the tow truck. Surely they'll need coolant too." DiNozzo clearly deserved this sarcastic remark. 

With that, Jethro opened the car door for you, and after you got in, he got in himself. Then he leaned toward you and asked with a mischievous grin, "Your place or mine?" In response, you took his head in both hands and kissed him so passionately that he was left breathless.

"Okay, my place. We’ll get there faster," he decided, waggling his eyebrows and starting the engine while you almost laughed until you cried.

Gibbs hit the gas and drove off with squealing tires. Tony could only stare after you in shock and shouted desperately, "Boss! You can't do that! BOOOSS!!!"

The End

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Into the wild with Gibbs - series

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Stories:

Each part can be read independently!

Part 1 "Camping":

Stranded in the wilderness with Gibbs. How bad could that be?

Part 2 "Falling":

Falling for her, falling for him, falling down a hill together, being saved together

Part 3 "Mistletoes":

Gibbs has been acting really strange lately.

Chapters: 1 for each story

Warnings: fluff

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Kisses that burn like fire

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Story: There are kisses that change your world and make you burn. Especially kisses with the man/woman of your dreams.

Chapters: 1

Warnings: fluff

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Kisses that burn like fire

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

This case was tough. Especially for you, because you lost your best friend when the F-18 Hornet jet crashed during a training flight.

It was a technical failure, as you found out. But that was only a small consolation, because you already missed him terribly.

Tony and Tim had already finished their paperwork and left, while you were still struggling with it. You just couldn't bring yourself to describe how he died.

It was already late, and everyone except you and Gibbs had already gone home.

And since you definitely needed a break, you got up and walked to the windows. You'd been standing there for a while, thinking.

Two things were going through your head: the death of your best friend and how short life could be. This is where your feelings for your boss came into play, as you had fallen madly in love with him over the course of your time on his team.

But he didn't know that and he was never meant to find out, because his rule number 12 was unavoidable.

Suddenly, you smelled the familiar scent of sawdust and soap. Gibbs. Of course. And when you looked at him, he was looking at you with that look that always saw more than you wanted to show.

"Tell me," he said shortly.

"It's fine," you replied. But his intense gaze said exactly what you had already suspected. He didn't believe a word you said.

Suddenly, you felt his hands on your shoulders, gently turning you toward him. You looked at him expectantly and cautiously. Finally, he sighed and then spoke gently: "You miss him."

Sadly, you looked away from him: "Yes."

"And you think about how short life can be." It wasn't a question from him, but a statement, which you nevertheless confirmed with a brief nod.

Then he smiled softly and said, "And you think about me and your desires."

Shocked, you looked at him with wide eyes, your heart racing. Were you that easy to read?

Gibbs laughed briefly: "Ever since we met, you've undressed me with your eyes, every time you felt unobserved."

God, that was embarrassing. You looked down, your face turned bright red and you hoped you could vanish into thin air right then and there. But you weren't so lucky. Especially since he was still holding you by your upper arms.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Gibbs' voice suddenly whispered in your ear. His lips touched the shell of your ear, making you shiver pleasantly. His breath gently brushed against your cheek, giving you goosebumps. 

Barely audibly you begged him: "This isn't a good time for jokes."

Those words weren't meant for Gibbs, but with his super hearing he heard them anyway.

He carefully took your chin in his hand and turned your head back to him. Your eyes met. His gaze revealed a thousand emotions and captivated you.

"I wasn't joking and I can prove it," he assured you quietly. Always holding your gaze with his he slowly approached you. Then he closed his eyes and what happened next was beyond your imagination.

Because he gently pressed a kiss to your lips, as if asking for permission. You could hardly believe that this rough, tough guy could be so gentle and careful.

When your lips touched tenderly for the first time, both of your hearts skipped a beat, only to immediately burst into flames.

You closed your eyes and since you didn't resist, Jethro pulled you closer and placed his lips on yours. But faster than either of you wanted, he ended the kiss and moved back a little, breathing heavily.

His burning, questioning and almost pleading gaze took your breath away.

"I know it's wrong and has no future, but I love you. Ever since we first met," you blurted out.

Jethro's pupils dilated. Could it really be that someone as fascinating as you was interested in him? He cautiously asked:

"And what do you want to hear from me now, Y/N? That I feel the same way?"

His question unsettled you and you had to swallow hard. You began to tremble and sweat, afraid of his reaction and your voice was barely a whisper as you replied, "It would be very nice, but I know it's just a beautiful dream."

There was silence for a moment.

Then he said, "Maybe it's wrong. But it wouldn't be a lie."

He chuckled, "You know. There are kisses that burn like fire because they change everything. But I can't help it."

Then he kissed you, but it wasn't a gentle and cautious kiss, not a tentative “what if.”

It was a kiss that carried weeks of suppressed thoughts, glances, touches. Hot, intense, almost furious.

You didn't know how long you stood there, only that nothing was the same anymore. The world, time, your thoughts. There were only you two.

Your lips and tongues seemed to be forever inseparable fused together and if you didn't stop soon, the flames would consume you. And that wouldn't be a good idea in the middle of the office.

You both felt like you were burning, yet you couldn't separate. And when you finally pulled away, he looked at you as if he still couldn't believe what had happened.

You looked at each other, completely out of breath, like after a marathon. Your arms were still wrapped around each other, but slowly your minds was switching back on.

Or not, because it was finally on hiatus and your hearts were taking over.

"You'll regret this tomorrow morning," you finally realized sadly.

But Jethro shook his head. "No. Never. But I'll think about what it means."

You nodded, because you assumed your fairytale, in which you would finally get your dream man, was finally over. The worst part was that you now knew what you were missing out on and what you could never have.

"What do we do now?" you asked him while you still felt his kiss like embers on your lips. It wasn't too late. Everything was still possible.

Maybe there was still hope for both of you. But you knew there was no turning back. You had confessed your feelings to him, and now it was up to him what would come of it. If anything. Because thanks to rule number 12, he would certainly make sure you were transferred to another team.

But Leroy Jethro Gibbs rarely did what was expected of him.

"I've wanted you since the first time I saw you," he confessed.

"And now that I know you feel the same way..." He paused to kiss you deeply again and then continued, "...I'll never let you go again."

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Visit with Consequences - Chapter 3

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

The next morning, the time had come...Dwayne's big moment. It was time to put the first step of his plan into action, and the perfect opportunity presented itself.

In a great mood, he got up, showered, put on his workout clothes, and went to the kitchen to treat himself to a coffee. "Jethro will definitely be awake by now...and his eyes will soon pop out of his head," he thought, laughing softly.

And indeed, his brother was sitting at the dining room table, drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. "Good morning!" Dwayne greeted him cheerfully. "Morning," Gibbs replied, still engrossed in his newspaper.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Gibbs called out, "Come in!" and wondered who that was. 

It was you! And you were really excited because Dwayne sent you a message last evening suggesting that you go jogging together this morning, and you immediately agreed with great enthusiasm.

"Good morning!" you greeted the two men cheerfully and full of energy.

"Hey, do you want to exercise or go to a fashion show? You look great!" Dwayne laughed, admiring your new outfit.

As elegantly as possible in sneakers, you turned around to present yourself to him and then replied with a wink: "Thank you! The outfit is new and I thought this was THE opportunity to wear it."

"Perfect! Shall we go?"

"Yeah, about time. Otherwise we'll just waste time chatting here instead of running," you replied to Dwayne's question and left the house.

Grinning, he followed you and told Gibbs: "I'll be back in an hour for breakfast." Jethro nodded, and you and King were off on your training.

Sitting alone in the dining room, Gibbs put down his newspaper and leaned back. He had to let that sink in first. 

You were standing only a few feet away from him and yet you were so far away. He felt like a little boy being handed chocolate he wasn't allowed to eat.

And you looked absolutely stunning. Your crop top with thin straps that ended just below your well-formed breasts, hugging and accentuating them, your cute belly button and the skimpy shorts that just barely covered your apple-shaped butt and beautifully accentuated your hips, plus your seemingly endless legs... Jethro had to swallow hard.

He had never seen you like this before and his blood boiled. You were so incredibly sexy that it was a complete mystery to him how he could control himself.

If you were his, you would have worked out together, too. But in the bedroom, not running in the park. The park where Pride and you were just doing your laps. He was certainly enjoying being with you and all the men who saw you would also turn around to look at you.

His excitement was now mixed with jealousy. Jethro sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "Oh boy," he thought, "where will this end?"

He already knew he had feelings for you that he shouldn't have. But he hadn't suspected they ran so deep. He had it really bad for you, and he couldn't find a way out. He had tried to suppress his feelings, but they were surfacing ever more strongly. He won't be able to hold out much longer so he will have to take action and rule number 12 be damned. But will you even accept his advances?

While Gibbs was fighting his inner battle between his heart and his mind, you and Pride were doing your laps. The weather was beautiful, and it was fun to run with him again.

After half an hour, you decided to take a short break and sat down on one of the many benches, taking in the peace and beauty of nature.

"It's fun to run with you again," Dwayne finally said.

"I completely agree. It's really fun. I missed the teasing while running," you replied with a wink and nudged him with your shoulder.

He laughed and nudged you back.

"So how do you like it here?"

"I miss the music that's so omnipresent in NOLA, but the weather is better for me in D.C.."

Pride nodded: "That's good. And what about the team?"

The thought of the team made you grin: "The team is great. Everyone has their quirks, of course. Tony's always quoting movies, Abby's a goth, sweet Ducky with his countless stories..."

"And Gibbs?" Dwayne asked, eyeing you up. He was curious about your reaction. His brother could be very difficult, no ifs ands or buts. But he could also be very loving, and Pride really hoped that his affection for you was reciprocated.

At the mention of Gibbs' name, your smile faltered a little.

"Gibbs...yes, he's the boss," you replied cautiously.

"And that means?" Dwayne persisted.

"Well...Gibbs is Gibbs. He bosses us around, he's impatient and mostly silent. But…” You broke off your sentence and a dreamy smile appeared on your face.

That smile made Dwayne very confident, so he was almost certain that his brother's feelings were reciprocated.

“But?” he asked gently.

You looked at him, still smiling. “But he can also be very nice and friendly when he wants to.”

Another short pause. Could you really dare to tell Dwayne everything? Well, if not him, then who else?

So you started telling him: “Gibbs is our team leader, but to me, he's so much more. You know, if he didn't have that stupid Rule Number 12 that he insists on so much…but oh well.”

After a brief shrug, you continued: “He cares about his people and would do almost anything to protect each and every one of us. And in a quiet moment, when we're both working late in the evening, he even smiles! He's so considerate and brings me my favorite coffee when he gets some for himself. He holds the door open for me and he senses exactly whether I'm okay or not and gently asks me if there's anything he can do to help. And it's wonderful to be in his arms when you just need a hug."

At that moment, you realized that you'd been raving to Dwayne about your boss without restraint. "Oh my God, this is so embarrassing!" you thought, your face suddenly bright red and quickly looked down at your feet.

Dwayne was very pleased with your story because now he was absolutely certain that you reciprocated Jethro's feelings.

With an amused smile, he then prompted you: "Come on, let's go for a little walk and then have breakfast."

You were still embarrassed, but you looked at him hesitantly, relieved by his help. Then you agreed: "Good idea."

You quickly found your pace again, walking side by side and talking about everything - except Gibbs and NCIS.

Afterward, it was time for a well-deserved shower and breakfast. But both of these things would go differently than you imagined. Because Dwayne had his own plans...namely, putting step 2 of his plan to bring you together into action.

(To be continued in Chapter 4.)

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Silence

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Story: You're the only one who doesn't force him to talk. With you, he can enjoy the peace and quiet and tell you what's going on inside him at his own pace. He's just one step away from complete happiness, but hopefully, that won't be the case for much longer.

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Silence

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Warnings: pure fluff

Silence could sometimes be hard and difficult to bear, but not with you. Never with you.

Shoulder to shoulder, Gibbs and you sat next to each other, enjoying the silence, nature, and each other's pure company.

It didn't feel like loneliness. No, quite the opposite. It felt like complete togetherness, and it was like paradise.

Your hearts sang in harmony and nothing and no one would ever be able to separate you.

Gibbs never would have thought he would experience this feeling again, or allow himself to lose his heart so completely to someone.

But here you were. You were sitting together in his boat, watching the sunset. The colors were beautiful and breathtaking.

Jethro gently took your hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. That always calmed you, no matter how chaotic the day was.

This time with you was incredibly precious to him and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. With you, he could just be. He didn't have to talk because the other person wanted him to and he didn't have to answer questions because the other person demanded it.

In all the time you've known each other, you've never asked him about his past. Not even about his murdered family.

He appreciated that very much and it was one of the qualities he loved most about you. You don't force him to talk, but wait patiently until he's ready to speak on his own. And if that never happens, that's perfectly fine, too.

That was one of the many reasons why he fell madly in love with you. He tried to resist it at first, but his feelings for you were just too strong, so he eventually gave in.

At first, he was absolutely terrified that this relationship would be the next failure. But the last two years have taught him otherwise.

No matter how stressful the job was and no matter how much he withdrew because of it, you were there, waiting for him with a wonderful smile and a cup of coffee.

Those moments were amazing. The job could be so hard and demanding. But when he came home and saw you, the world was right again. His preferred retreat was no longer the boat in the basement; it was cuddling with you in his arms and forgetting the world around him for a while.

He didn't know what he'd done that you obviously loved him back, but it must have been something damn right, he was sure of that.

But there was something that had been bothering him more and more lately. You were a very happy and content couple, but it wasn't official. It wasn't official, and therefore you weren't complete.

If another man came along who you might like better, or if things ever got difficult, you could leave him immediately. Gibbs knew full well that this would ultimately break him, because just thinking about it made him feel a sharp and very painful stab in his heart.

Sure, he'd been through a few divorces before and knew how it went. But he longed with every fiber of his heart for you to belong together legally and be a family.

He saw you clearly in his mind's eye...together, united, putting the rings on each other's fingers and sealing the bond with the most sensual and loving kiss in the world.

This was what he wanted for you. And his heart was pounding with excitement, because he was actually going to take the plunge. He was going to risk his heart and ask you to make his most cherished dream come true.

He really hoped you shared his dream, because he didn't know what else to do. There was no plan B. For him, you were the one, and he wanted nothing more than to belong to you completely and entirely in every way.

He took a deep breath. This was the crucial moment. He began to sweat and gathered all his courage. Then he leaned toward you.

He gently took your chin in his hand, turned your head toward him, closed his eyes and gently placed his lips on yours. The moment he felt your lips, his emotions could no longer be controlled, making him forget everything he wanted to say to you and everything he had practiced so intensely.

Acting purely on instinct, he ended your kiss, cupped your cheek with the hand that had just been holding your chin and whispered in your ear:

"Please marry me. I want you to bear my name and for us to belong together forever."

Then he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. He took a short breath, savoring your closeness and then created a few centimeters of distance between you so you wouldn't feel pressured.

Carefully he looked deep into your eyes. He had given you his heart served on a silver platter and he had risked everything he had. Now sat next to you, for the first time completely unguarded, hoping that you would hear him and his desperately pleading heart.

Your pupils dilated as the full meaning of his words hit you. Your heart pounded and when you met his open, vulnerable gaze, you knew there could only be one answer.

You took his hands in yours, looked deep into his eyes and tenderly, yet with conviction, you breathed "yes," giving him a smile he thought was a gift from the universe.

A heaven full of violins... neither of you ever understood that saying. But when your lips met for the first time in a tender kiss as an engaged couple, you could have sworn they existed, playing just for you.

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Visit with Consequences - Chapter 3

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

The next morning, the time had come...Dwayne's big moment. It was time to put the first step of his plan into action, and the perfect opportunity presented itself.

In a great mood, he got up, showered, put on his workout clothes, and went to the kitchen to treat himself to a coffee. "Jethro will definitely be awake by now...and his eyes will soon pop out of his head," he thought, laughing softly.

And indeed, his brother was sitting at the dining room table, drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. "Good morning!" Dwayne greeted him cheerfully. "Morning," Gibbs replied, still engrossed in his newspaper.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Gibbs called out, "Come in!" and wondered who that was. 

It was you! And you were really excited because Dwayne sent you a message last evening suggesting that you go jogging together this morning, and you immediately agreed with great enthusiasm.

"Good morning!" you greeted the two men cheerfully and full of energy.

"Hey, do you want to exercise or go to a fashion show? You look great!" Dwayne laughed, admiring your new outfit.

As elegantly as possible in sneakers, you turned around to present yourself to him and then replied with a wink: "Thank you! The outfit is new and I thought this was THE opportunity to wear it."

"Perfect! Shall we go?"

"Yeah, about time. Otherwise we'll just waste time chatting here instead of running," you replied to Dwayne's question and left the house.

Grinning, he followed you and told Gibbs: "I'll be back in an hour for breakfast." Jethro nodded, and you and King were off on your training.

Sitting alone in the dining room, Gibbs put down his newspaper and leaned back. He had to let that sink in first. 

You were standing only a few feet away from him and yet you were so far away. He felt like a little boy being handed chocolate he wasn't allowed to eat.

And you looked absolutely stunning. Your crop top with thin straps that ended just below your well-formed breasts, hugging and accentuating them, your cute belly button and the skimpy shorts that just barely covered your apple-shaped butt and beautifully accentuated your hips, plus your seemingly endless legs... Jethro had to swallow hard.

He had never seen you like this before and his blood boiled. You were so incredibly sexy that it was a complete mystery to him how he could control himself.

If you were his, you would have worked out together, too. But in the bedroom, not running in the park. The park where Pride and you were just doing your laps. He was certainly enjoying being with you and all the men who saw you would also turn around to look at you.

His excitement was now mixed with jealousy. Jethro sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "Oh boy," he thought, "where will this end?"

He already knew he had feelings for you that he shouldn't have. But he hadn't suspected they ran so deep. He had it really bad for you, and he couldn't find a way out. He had tried to suppress his feelings, but they were surfacing ever more strongly. He won't be able to hold out much longer so he will have to take action and rule number 12 be damned. But will you even accept his advances?

While Gibbs was fighting his inner battle between his heart and his mind, you and Pride were doing your laps. The weather was beautiful, and it was fun to run with him again.

After half an hour, you decided to take a short break and sat down on one of the many benches, taking in the peace and beauty of nature.

"It's fun to run with you again," Dwayne finally said.

"I completely agree. It's really fun. I missed the teasing while running," you replied with a wink and nudged him with your shoulder.

He laughed and nudged you back.

"So how do you like it here?"

"I miss the music that's so omnipresent in NOLA, but the weather is better for me in D.C.."

Pride nodded: "That's good. And what about the team?"

The thought of the team made you grin: "The team is great. Everyone has their quirks, of course. Tony's always quoting movies, Abby's a goth, sweet Ducky with his countless stories..."

"And Gibbs?" Dwayne asked, eyeing you up. He was curious about your reaction. His brother could be very difficult, no ifs ands or buts. But he could also be very loving, and Pride really hoped that his affection for you was reciprocated.

At the mention of Gibbs' name, your smile faltered a little.

"Gibbs...yes, he's the boss," you replied cautiously.

"And that means?" Dwayne persisted.

"Well...Gibbs is Gibbs. He bosses us around, he's impatient and mostly silent. But…” You broke off your sentence and a dreamy smile appeared on your face.

That smile made Dwayne very confident, so he was almost certain that his brother's feelings were reciprocated.

“But?” he asked gently.

You looked at him, still smiling. “But he can also be very nice and friendly when he wants to.”

Another short pause. Could you really dare to tell Dwayne everything? Well, if not him, then who else?

So you started telling him: “Gibbs is our team leader, but to me, he's so much more. You know, if he didn't have that stupid Rule Number 12 that he insists on so much…but oh well.”

After a brief shrug, you continued: “He cares about his people and would do almost anything to protect each and every one of us. And in a quiet moment, when we're both working late in the evening, he even smiles! He's so considerate and brings me my favorite coffee when he gets some for himself. He holds the door open for me and he senses exactly whether I'm okay or not and gently asks me if there's anything he can do to help. And it's wonderful to be in his arms when you just need a hug."

At that moment, you realized that you'd been raving to Dwayne about your boss without restraint. "Oh my God, this is so embarrassing!" you thought, your face suddenly bright red and quickly looked down at your feet.

Dwayne was very pleased with your story because now he was absolutely certain that you reciprocated Jethro's feelings.

With an amused smile, he then prompted you: "Come on, let's go for a little walk and then have breakfast."

You were still embarrassed, but you looked at him hesitantly, relieved by his help. Then you agreed: "Good idea."

You quickly found your pace again, walking side by side and talking about everything - except Gibbs and NCIS.

Afterward, it was time for a well-deserved shower and breakfast. But both of these things would go differently than you imagined. Because Dwayne had his own plans...namely, putting step 2 of his plan to bring you together into action.

(To be continued in Chapter 4.)

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Bob

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Story: A helicopter is stolen from Quantico Base. The machine is a secret new project of the Navy, but who has it? Several people are suspicious.

Chapters: 24

Warnings: violence in crime and defense

Note:

This is written in the style of the Series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 1 of 24: 10:00 pm - 11:00 pm

Hour 2 of 24: 11:00 pm - 12:00 am

Hour 3 of 24: 12:00 am - 01:00 am

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Misunderstanding - Chapter 4

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: none

After a while of testing in silence, you finally had success.

“It was venom from the poison dart frog!!!” Abby shouted, dancing around the lab.

Excitedly, you too started dancing, but then you stopped and looked at the monitor.

“Most of the poison was in the brain. But how did it get there?” you wondered aloud.

“It must have gotten there directly somehow. Maybe through an injury?” Abby suggested.

THAT might be the final piece of the puzzle!

You picked up the phone and dialed Ducky's number. He answered immediately: “Mallard.”

Excitedly, you asked him, “Ducky, is there an unusual wound on the dead man's head?”

He thought for a moment, then answered, “Yes, in the ear. A small hole. Why do you ask?”

At that moment, Abby called out excitedly: "He died from the venom of the poison dart frog, and most of the poison was in his brain!"

"You have to report this to Jethro immediately," said the doctor, as she hung up and immediately called Gibbs: "Gibbs, Gibbs, GIBBS!!!"

He sighed audibly. His eye roll could even be heard on the phone. "Abs..." he said impatiently.

"Gibbs! He died from poison dart frog venom, and most of the poison was in his brain!" she told him excitedly.

At that moment, he knew who the murderer was: the major, the victim's superior officer. And the murder weapon was his cigar drill, which he now allegedly was missing. That also explained the small hole in the dead man's ear.

"Tony, get us a search warrant for the major's office," the boss instructed him.

And this time they even got the paperwork in no time.

They immediately went to the suspect and, after a bit of searching, found the suspected murder weapon in the fireplace.

The handcuffs clicked around his wrists, and the civil servant was led away. His interrogation was also very brief, as Major Jones immediately admitted to having murdered his subordinate in a fit of jealousy because he had slept with his wife.

He was just lighting a cigar when the argument broke out and he had the cigar drill in his hand at the time, which is why he rammed it into the victim's ear.

The murder had actually been planned differently, but this opportunity was too good to be missed.

Your examination of the object revealed that the cigar drill was indeed the murder weapon.

It bore the suspect's fingerprints, the victim's poison, and brain matter. This earned the major a free stay in Leavenworth.

The case was closed. Very good. Because now it was time to act. Finally.

After Tony led the murderer away, Gibbs immediately headed to the lab because he didn't want to wait another minute.

And a short time later, he arrived at your place. The elevator doors weren't even fully open when the boss rushed out and walked straight toward Abby.

He grinned broadly: "It was the major with a poisoned cigar drill. Murder out of jealousy. Good work!"

She smiled proudly and he kissed her cheek in praise.

"They're so cute together," you thought. On the one hand, you were happy for her, but on the other, you were jealous because you knew you certainly wouldn't get that kind of thanks from him.

And yes, you were absolutely right - but not in the way you thought, but you'd find that out sooner than you expected.

Because after Gibbs kissed Abby in thanks, he came straight to you. What did he want? He definitely wanted to thank you too.

Oh yes, he did. Very much so. But not like he did with Abby. You were sure of that because before he began walking to you he stood in front of her, grinned at her, and she nodded in your direction. Then he began to approach you slowly, step by step.

The look he sent you concealed nothing. He undressed you with his gaze and practically devoured you. He seemed like a tiger approaching its prey.

This must be how suspects under his interrogation felt. What was he up to? Had you done something wrong? You weren't aware of any guilt, but you were certain you'd never seen him behave like this before.

When he reached you, he stopped right in front of you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you so tightly to him that you could feel his wildly beating heart beneath your palms, dancing the same hot tango as yours.

Without a word of explanation, he bent his head down and captured your lips with his. It was as if fireworks were exploding in your head.

This was exactly what you had dreamed of all those nights when you couldn't sleep because of thoughts of him. Jethro felt the same way. He knew you had to break your kiss at some point to breathe, but he didn't want to.

Now that he finally held you in his arms and tasted your lips, he couldn't stop kissing you. But after the initial rush, your kiss became more tender and intense, until a brief pause was truly unavoidable and you separated.

"You belong to me now. Or do you mind?" he asked you in a whisper. He was so close that you could feel his entire body against yours and his breath on your lips...it was heavenly.

And his claiming of you? It was the fulfillment of all your desires.

And with a whispered "No, I don't mind because I'm yours" you answered his question.

This brought out the most wonderful smile you have ever seen from him. It was absolutely stunning.

"Good," he replied, cupping your cheek and pulling you close for a deep, intimate and fiery kiss that made you both forget everything around you.

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Misunderstanding - Chapter 3

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: none

Just as carefully as he took you in his arms, Gibbs carried you as if you were his bride to the futon in the back of the lab and lay down on it.

He slowly took off your shoes to make you as comfortable as possible and he even managed to do so without waking you.

Then, he took the blanket and gently placed it over you. Then he paused. He simply squatted beside you and observed you.

Finally, after a while, he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Tenderly, he slowly ran his large hand, calloused from working with wood, over your cheek.

Once again, he paused for a moment, looking at you thoughtfully. If he hadn't already been in love with you, he would have been smitten in that moment, without being able to do anything about it.

Sighing at this thought, he shook his head in disbelief, leaned forward, and gently kissed the cheek he had just caressed.

How much he longed to be able to hold you in his arms, kiss your lips, and call you his, but the time for that hadn't come yet.

He stood up, turned around, and walked quietly toward Abby, and thus towards the elevator, to return to the bullpen.

When he reached her, he signaled to her not to say anything about what she just saw, and especially not to you.

Abs looked at him suspiciously and gestured, "You like her."

He hesitated briefly, but then said in a low, gentle voice, "Yes, very much so. And when the case is solved, she's mine."

Then he left the lab and disappeared into the elevator.

Abby grinned so widely with joy that the corners of her mouth almost hurt. She wanted to cheer out loud, but she saved that for when you were actually a couple.

She certainly didn't have to wait long for that, because Gibbs said "when the case is solved," and that would hopefully be soon, because she was practically bursting with joy.

But she couldn't let it show, and that was getting harder and harder with every passing minute. There was only one thing that helped: test even faster and encourage the technology to perform at its best. That always worked.

No sooner said than done. She diligently got to work, bustling around the lab. But unfortunately, she wasn't exactly quiet, so she woke you up.

"Hmph. Uuuuuaaaaahhh." With those sounds, you yawned and stretched. Then you turned around and were quite surprised, because you were no longer sitting at your desk, but lying on the makeshift bed in Abby's and your lab. Strange.

You slowly got up and walked over to Abs. When she saw you, she turned around and greeted you cheerfully: "Hey, awake again?"

"Yes. We have to finish work." Scratching your head and frowning, you then asked, "Say...do you happen to know how I got on the bed? I just remember trying to read reports on the computer."

Abby jumped excitedly to your side and shouted, "Yesssss, I know!!! And you'll never believe me!"

She looked at you challengingly, her arms crossed.

Tired, you thought, "Just say it," but all you said was, "Tell me."

Your friend was just waiting for that cue and now, proudly and enthusiastic, announced, "Gibbs carried you and even tucked you in. It was soooo sweet!!!"

She clearly had hearts in her eyes. And probably started again with her theory that the boss was seriously interested in you. It was a mystery to you where she always got her crazy ideas from, but that was just the way she was. A little bit crazy, but absolutely lovable.

And then she started right away: “Did you know that most relationships start at work? You two are so cute together! I can't wait for you to finally become a couple. I'm so excited! It's like a romantic movie!!!”

Abby chattered and raved and was completely in her element.

You, on the other hand, just rolled your eyes, sighed deeply, and replied: “Abs... I'm like a second daughter to him. Nothing more, nothing less.”

That was Abby's chance: “But you want more! I know it. I know you.”

It was no good. This had to be settled once and for all. "Yes, you're right. He's the hottest thing on earth to me, and I have a huge crush on him. But he's like a caring daddy to me, so don't get your hopes up."

Abby grinned suggestively: "Please tell me if it turns him on when you call him “daddy”. He doesn't even tell ME what underwear he's wearing."

She was definitely incorrigible. But maybe now she'll stop torturing you with something you've wanted so badly, but will never happen.

(To be continued in Chapter 4.)

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Misunderstanding - Chapter 2

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: none

You tested and examined well into the night. You took the first shift while Abby lay down.

While she slept, you continued to concentrate on your work and were so engrossed in it that you didn't even notice someone standing behind you.

But then you felt a gentle breeze on your neck, as if someone was gently blowing air over it, and you got goosebumps all over your body.

Next you caught the smell of soap. Soap and something else...was that wood? Yes, it really was wood! Your pulse quickened and your heart raced. That was GIBBS!!! And he was standing right behind you!

He was standing so close that you could feel his muscular chest against your spine.

With satisfaction and a very satisfied smile, Jethro watched your reaction to him...and it was as he had hoped. His presence, and especially his closeness, made you nervous and made your entire body excited.

That was a good sign for him, because he hoped to take you out on a date after this case was closed. A dinner, maybe more...

The thought of more made him sweat. In his mind's eye, he saw the two of you, naked, your bodies inextricably entwined, and he sighed inwardly.

As much as he longed for private time with you...that would have to wait until he'd solved the case.

He sighed, pushed aside his longing, and whispered in your ear: "Do you have something for me?"

Oh my Gosh!!! He was SO close that he could have kissed you on the cheek if he'd wanted to. But unfortunately, that was just wishful thinking on your part. He would never see you in this special way. And yet, your heart and body were ablaze.

To avoid waking Abby, you answered just as quietly: "He seems to have been poisoned, but the tests for toxins are still ongoing."

With a short "Keep me updated," he disappeared again, and you could breathe a sigh of relief.

Luckily, Abby hadn't noticed, otherwise she would have been making something up again with her vivid imagination.

You like her very much and she's like a sister to you, but her fixation on you and the boss becoming a couple was sometimes really difficult.

Your eyes slowly began to close. Soon...not long until you could finally get some sleep. But there was still a lot of work to be done.

You were so engrossed in it that you hadn't even noticed that Abby was already awake again and had seen everything. Oh yes, she had. And she had also seen that both of your pupils dilated with longing for each other.

You simply had to become a couple, and she was very happy for you. Her two favorite people happily united. She could hardly wait until it was finally a reality.

But she didn't want to let you know that she'd been watching you both, so she quickly hid her knowing smile and stood up.

"Hey, are you awake yet?" you greeted her in surprise.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep anymore, and besides, we have to keep going. Gibbs will probably show up here soon and want to know if we found anything."

"Yeah, probably."

Side by side, you ran one test after another for a while, but still got no results.

"Hey, Y/N. Have you checked the samples on the table over there yet?"

No answer.

"Y/N?" Abby asked you again, but again received no answer.

When she looked at you, she knew why she wasn't getting an answer.

You were lying with your head on the table and had fallen asleep. You had crossed your arms under your head so they could serve as a pillow.

That certainly wasn't comfortable, but relief was on the way, because Gibbs was coming into the lab to inquire about the status.

"Abs, do you have something for me?"

"Yes. It was poison from a poison dart frog."

He frowned. "How can that be? It's not available over the counter."

Abby grinned at him cheerfully. "That's for you to find out, oh venerable one."

At her description of him, he laughed briefly, shook his head, and stopped abruptly when he saw you half lying on the table and sleeping.

Abby, fearing trouble, tried to reassure him. "She's been working all night, please be lenient."

He wasn't upset in the slightest. Quite the opposite. He thought you looked incredibly sweet while you slept and decided he wanted to enjoy that sight as often as possible from now on.

His heart opened wide and flew towards you as he gently took you in his arms.

(To be continued in Chapter 3.)

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Deadly Countdown

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Story: To get revenge on Gibbs, Abby is kidnapped. If he doesn't find her within the next 12 hours, she will die in an explosion.

Chapters: 14

Warnings: angst, fluff, some violence

Note:

This is written in the style of the Series 24.

Everything you read occurs in real time.

Introduction

Hour 1 of 12: 08:00 am - 09:00 am

Hour 2 of 12: 09:00 am - 10:00 am

Hour 3 of 12: 10:00 am - 11:00 am

Hour 4 of 12: 11:00 am - 12:00 pm

Hour 5 of 12: 12:00 pm - 01:00 pm

Hour 6 of 12: 01:00 pm - 02:00 pm

Hour 7 of 12: 02:00 pm - 03:00 pm

Hour 8 of 12: 03:00 pm - 04:00 pm

Hour 9 of 12: 04:00 pm - 05:00 pm

Hour 10 of 12: 05:00 pm - 06:00 pm

Hour 11 of 12: 06:00 pm - 07:00 pm

Hour 12 of 12: 07:00 pm - 08:00 pm

Epilogue

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Visit with Consequences - Chapter 2

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: fluff

The two men spent most of the way to Gibbs' house in silence, as Dwayne couldn't resist teasing his brother.

"So… You and Y/N? How long have things been going on between you?"

Jethro then gave him a look that should have killed him instantly.

But instead of leaving him alone, Dwayne just started laughing loudly: "Don't act like you don't care about her. I saw the look on your face when she hugged me and when she asked about Chris."

He looked at Jethro expectantly, observing his reaction. Then he continued: "You were jealous. Don't even try to deny it, I've been watching you closely and I know you're totally into her."

Gibbs grumbled to himself and stared stubbornly at the road. It was clear to him that Dwayne wouldn't be intimidated. They'd known each other for too long, but getting straight to the point ...was, to be honest, typical King.

Finally, he sighed and thought to himself, "This is going to be a demanding weekend."

For the rest of their journey, both were lost in their own thoughts.

Gibbs wanted to get something to eat at the Chinese restaurant on the way, but Dwayne loved to cook and insisted on quickly going shopping and cooking.

Cooking, however, had another side effect for him: it helped him think. How does he manage to bring you two together? Jethro was very stubborn, which is why this would probably be a difficult undertaking. But Dwayne was determined. Now he just needed a plan.

Once at Gibbs' house, Pride immediately set to work cooking something delicious for the two of them. And while he was chopping, he had the first good idea!

He took his phone and sent you a message. Then he put it aside, continued chopping the onions, and waited for your reply, grinning happily.

But he didn't get far before his phone went "ping!"

"That was quick," he thought to himself, wiping his hands on the towel he'd slung over his shoulder.

Then he picked up the phone and eagerly read your reply: "Sure, I'd love to!" Satisfied, Pride put it away again and finished the meal. After all, they were both hungry.

"Hmmm, that smells delicious!" remarked Gibbs, who had just showered.

"I hope it tastes good," Dwayne replied with a wink.

"When has it ever not tasted good? Would you like a beer?"

"Yes, please."

The old friends sat down at the dining table and enjoyed their dinner and beer, and as expected, it was delicious. Pride was truly a born chef.

Over a beer, they relaxed and talked about the last cases they'd solved.

"What do you have planned for tomorrow and the day after?" Jethro finally wanted to know.

"Oh, nothing special...at least not until this evening. And we'll see about Sunday."

King appeared deliberately calm. He always did that when he was planning something. Gibbs narrowed his eyes at him: "What does that mean exactly?"

"Well. Go jogging in the morning, then have breakfast, and maybe a little bit of sightseeing. In the evening, I have to go to the Navy gala for the awarding of various decorations."

"Yep, I have to go there too," Jethro replied with a grumble and an annoyed eye roll.

Pride was surprised: "Wow! Who managed to force you to do that?"

"Jenny," came the monosyllabic reply, followed by a pained: "I have to accompany her."

"Oh, that's a good thing," King rejoiced.

Jethro just looked at him in surprise, because his old friend wasn't really making much sense to him at the moment.

Then he asked, "Why?"

This was THE chance for Dwayne to further provoke him into revealing himself. Accordingly, he answered confidently and self-assuredly, "Then I'll ask Y/N if she wants to be my companion...but I'm pretty sure she won't say no."

So...another push in the right direction. Satisfied, he took a sip of his beer while watching out of the corner of his eye as Jethro's jealousy flared up again.

"Yeah, yeah. Get worked up. But you'll thank me in the end," Pride thought, enjoying himself immensely.

A short time later, they went to bed. But while one friend tossed and turned sleeplessly because his blood was still boiling, the other friend fell asleep very quickly because the next morning he would give his brother another nudge in your direction.

(To be continued in Chapter 3.)

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