#Sloane x gibbs

[atrxides]

You’re Losing Me by Taylor Swift

stop, you’re losing me  I can’t find a pulse my heart won’t start anymore... for you

[nastylouis]

Hey everyone! I posted yesterday my Jack Sloane's tribute (can't believe three years have passed since ncis went downhill (katrina i love u but u cant salvage this series alone)) but I had forgotten to put the link here, lol!

[thestarwarslesbian]

Seriously - Gibbs and Jack kiss and then she leaves.

Also Secret Agent Jimmy Palmer!!

[hoffnungswolke]

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

[silverstar70]

Fandom: NCIS Character: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Jack Sloane

Author's note: English isn't my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

Summary: Jack surprises Gibbs after finding out he retired in Alaska

Warnings: 🔞‼️, smut, cute moments, fluff

Words count: 3,681k Hope you like it and let me know what you think! Enjoy it!

Hi, cowboy!

When he decided to stay in Alaska, he didn't think about how he would spend his days, it was an impulsive decision. He had finally found peace after all these years, and he knew that if he returned to D.C., nothing would ever be the same again. He would no longer be able to do his job. Not the same way anymore.

It saddened him to think about the team. He felt bad for leaving them without an explanation, but he'd never been good at goodbyes. When he boarded the plane to Alaska, he knew he would never return. He had left everyone behind: Torres, Ducky, Jimmy, Kasie, Leon. McGee was needed in Alaska, but it broke his heart to see him fly away to go back home.

For eighteen years they had covered each other's backs. For eighteen years, he had been the father McGee never had. He was proud of him; he was proud of the whole team. Of how far they had come with and without him. Leaving them had been painful but necessary for him and for the team. They would have had to learn to move on without him.

But Gibbs knew he had left them in good hands. Parker was a great agent, and he needed the team as much as the team needed him. Gibbs knew they wouldn't accept it easily, but in the long run, he hoped it would work.

*

"Take care of them." Gibbs told Parker the moment McGee stepped away from them.

Parker met his gaze without hesitation. "I will."

Gibbs studied him for a moment, then extended his hand. Parker took it, and they shook hands; a gesture of trust, respect, and the passing of the torch. Parker felt a warmth in his chest, an unspoken bond solidifying between them.

"I'll keep them safe, Gibbs. You have my word."

"They’ll challenge you," Gibbs warned, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "But they'll also watch your back. Every single one of them."

"I wouldn’t expect anything less," Parker replied, his voice steady. "I know I have big shoes to fill, but I’ll do my best."

Gibbs looked back at the lake, his expression softening. "You don’t need to fill my shoes, Parker. We’re different. Lead them your own way, just watch their backs. They'll follow you if they see you care."

Parker took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the responsibility settling in. "I understand. And I'll be there for them, every time they need it."

Gibbs gave a small, approving nod. "Good. And if you ever need anything..." He paused, searching for the right words. "Well, you know where to find me."

“Thank you.” Parker replied. “Same goes for you. If you ever need anything, we're just a call away."

Gibbs chuckled, a rare sound that seemed to blend with the wilderness around them. "I'll keep that in mind."

The silence that followed was comfortable, filled with unspoken words of encouragement and mutual respect.

*

It had been three months since McGee had left him in Alaska and in the meantime, he had taken up his hobby and started building another boat. The rest of the time he helped around the village to whoever needed. He liked the new life; he was happy and in peace.

Of course, the pain of Shannon and Kelly's deaths never left him but remembering them didn't hurt so much anymore. For years he had immersed himself in work so as not to have to deal with the loss, he had dedicated himself completely to his team but at the end of the day he always returned into an empty house.

In Alaska it hadn't changed, and yet everything seemed different. Like every day, he had gone to the small village café after a day of intense fishing with the other fishermen.

"Hey Gibbs. There's a person for you," said the older gentleman who ran the bar, pointing to a blonde sitting at a table in the corner with her back to the counter. Intrigued, he approached cautiously. Who could it be?

When he was a few steps away from her, the woman turned around.

"Hi, cowboy!" she said with a smile. Gibbs froze on his feet and instinctively smiled.

"Jack?!" incredulous to see her in front of him, but still didn't move. It seemed like a dream to him. He imagined she had returned from Afghanistan, but he never imagined that she would find her there in Alaska. "What are you doing here?"

"When they told me you had retired here, I couldn't believe it. I had to check." she said, getting up from his chair and closing the distance between them. “Come on, give me a hug.”

He held her tightly, still convinced it was a dream, he smelled her hair and all of sudden it was like being back in D.C. They had realized their feelings for each other too late for doing something about it. Actually, he fell for her long before Afghanistan but was too afraid to say it. When they parted, they sat together at the table, where two cups of hot coffee were waiting for them.

“So, how did you ended up in Alaska?” she was the first to speak.

He looked at her for a few seconds before answering. “The same way you ended up in Afghanistan. Running away from everything”

Their gazes looked as their features softened. She felt a sharp pain in her chest when he said that but knew, deep down, he was right: she ran from NCIS, from him, because she felt overwhelmed and couldn't take it anymore. It hurt her to leave the team without saying goodbye, it hurt her even more to see him leave that day, but she couldn't do otherwise. NCIS didn't make her feel like at home anymore.

“I’m sorry for that. But I couldn’t come back” she whispered softly.

“I can’t come back neither. I’ve done my part; the team will be okay without me.”

“The team. How’re they?” she smiled at the mention. Oh, how much she missed them.

“They’re okay. They got two new members. Good elements. It was hard for McGee and Torres but they’re learning to live with it” said and took a sip from his coffee. “Jimmy and Kasie, they’re good too. Same Leon and Ducky.”

Jack nodded, taking in the information but notice he didn’t mention one member. "And what about Bishop?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Gibbs's expression darkened slightly at the mention of Bishop. "She left," he admitted, his tone somber. "Said she needed a fresh start, away from everything."

Jack's heart ached at the thought of Bishop leaving the team. "I hope she finds what she's looking for," she murmured, her fingers tracing the edge of her mug.

Gibbs nodded in agreement, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "Me too," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding.

“How are you, Jack?” He asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Jack felt his ice blue eyes penetrate her soul. She took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting the weight of her experiences. "I've been...managing," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "Afghanistan was tough, Gibbs. Tougher than I expected."

Gibbs's expression darkened, his protective instincts flaring up. "Did something happen?" he asked, his grip on her hand tightening slightly.

Jack shook her head, a small, sad smile playing on her lips. "Nothing specific," she said. "Just the usual chaos. But it was what I needed, and it gave me a lot of time to think. About what I want, and what I need."

Gibbs's heart ached at her words. He could see the pain and the strength in her eyes, and he admired her resilience. "And what did you decide?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack looked up at him, her eyes shining with determination. "I decided that I don't want to live my life with regrets," she said. "I don't want to look back and wonder what could have been.”

Gibbs's gaze softened as he looked into Jack's eyes, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "How long are you planning to stay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack's breath caught in her throat as she searched his eyes for any sign of hesitation. "I don't have anywhere else to go," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I'll stay for as long as you want me here."

A surge of warmth flooded Gibbs's chest at her words, dispelling any lingering doubts. "I want you here," he confessed, his voice filled with certainty. "With me."

Jack’s heart swelled with emotion, as a sense of contentment and peace filled her, while a smile spread on her face. “I want that too. More than anything.”

After finishing their coffee in a comfortable silence, they left the small café and headed to Gibbs’ cabin. The Alaskan breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and a sense of peace. Hand in hand, they approached a small clearing, as the sight of a wooden cabin nestled among the trees came into view.

"I never imagined I'd find you here," Jack admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gibbs smiled, his eyes softening as he looked down to her. "Alaska has a way of drawing people in," he said. "Especially those looking for a fresh start."

Gibbs paused, turning to look at her. "Welcome to my cabin," he said, his voice tinged with pride.

Jack's eyes widened in awe as she took in the picturesque scene. "It's beautiful, Gibbs," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Gibbs led her inside, the cabin's interior just as charming as its exterior. The walls were adorned with framed photographs picturing his days with the team, old friends, McGee’s twins, Victoria and Tali. The shelves were lined with old books. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, its hearth inviting and warm.

"This place is amazing," Jack said, running her fingers over a hand-carved wooden table. "I can see why you chose to retire here."

Gibbs shrugged modestly. "It's home," he said simply.

Gibbs led Jack to the cozy living area of his cabin, where the crackling fire bathed the room in a warm, inviting glow. The scent of burning wood mingled with the faint aroma of pine, creating a comforting atmosphere that wrapped around them like a familiar embrace.

“So, you’re here just to check on me?” He said with a smirk on his face.

"I am" Jack admitted smiling. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice catching in her throat. "But I also realized that I couldn't keep running from the truth, from how I feel about you."

Gibbs felt a lump form in his throat as he listened to her words. "Jack, I…" he began, but the words caught in his chest.

"We wasted so much time, Gibbs," Jack interrupted, her gaze unwavering. "But I don't want to waste another minute pretending that I don't love you."

Gibbs's heart swelled with emotion as he finally let himself believe what he'd longed to hear for so long. "I love you too, Jack," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "I always have."

With those words hanging in the air between them, Gibbs closed the distance and captured her lips in a tender kiss. For the first time in years, Gibbs felt love again. His heartbeat quickened as his hands held her face closer, deepening the kiss.

Her hands tangled in his hair; her body pressed against his as the pleasant feeling grew stronger in her stomach. She felt warm all over as her cheeks started to burn. Their kiss started hesitant as they were afraid it was just a dream, afraid to love and to be loved. 

Their kiss turned more urgent, their hands traveling along their bodies, their lips exploring each other’s. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment. Gibbs's hands roamed down her back, as their kisses deepened, filled with years of unspoken desire and unfulfilled dreams. Their lips parted when air become a need, but their embrace remained, as if they were afraid to let go and lose the magic of the moment. Gibbs rested his forehead on hers as both their breaths calmed down.

"I missed you," she confessed, her voice muffled against his shirt.

Gibbs tightened his embrace, savoring the feeling of having her in his arms once again. "I missed you too," he admitted, his words barely audible

They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a moment that felt like it could last forever. For the first time in years, Gibbs allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for them yet. He took her hands and guided her into the bedroom, ready to explore the new feeling that started to grow in his stomach. Both felt a mix of nervousness and pleasure.

The bedroom’s door opened behind them, the only sound was the crackling of the fire and their breaths. He leaned to kiss her one more time as his wandering hand started to lift the hem of her shirt. Matching his movements, her hands traveled to unbutton his flannel.

They got rid of their clothes slowly, savoring the sensation without never breaking eye contact as their desire grew and blood rushed in their veins. Gibbs laid her gently on the bed taking a moment to admire the sight beneath him and for a moment they simply stared at each other.

“Are you sure?” Gibbs asked, his voice husky and low.

Jack’s answer was to pull him down into another urgent kiss, as his fingertips traced soft patterns along her side.

Their movements were slow at first, each touch, each caress, an exploration of familiar yet uncharted territory. Gibbs’s hands mapped out the curves of her body, his lips following them, causing soft moans from Jack that sent shivers down his spine. Her fingers tracing the scars and lines that marked his years of service, her kisses trailing down his jaw and chin. His semi-hard cock pressed against her stomach sending jolts to her core and increasing the desire.

“I need you, Jack.” He whispered. She smiled and guided him to her entrance, nodding as to give him permission before he slid slowly inside her. They groaned in unison, savoring the new feeling.

As their bodies moved in unison, a rhythm as old as time itself, the connection between them grew stronger, deeper. It was as if every kiss, every touch, every whispered word was healing the wounds of the past, binding them together in ways neither had dared to dream possible.

“Oh God.” Jack moaned softly as her hands tangled in his hair again while him mouth explored her chest.

The slow rhythm gave them time to explore each other’s bodies in ways they had been craving for years. Every thrust, every groan, every feeling was amplified. His wet kiss on her body, her muscles tightening around him.

Gibbs's hands roamed over Jack's body, memorizing every curve, every inch of her skin. Jack responded with equal fervor, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the strength and warmth beneath his skin.

They were getting closer and closer, and they both could feel it. Gibbs started moving deliciously slow as he felt her clenching around him, groaning at the feeling. One of his hands found his way between them and reached for her clit as he started to rub it faster in circles, making her squirm under him.

She arched her back at the emotional rollercoaster that was running through her body and pulled him closer to her using her legs. Gibbs let a low groan in her ear knowing he was close too but didn’t stop working on her.

“Cum with me, Jack.”

When they finally came together, moaning and groaning in each other’s ear, it was a moment of pure connection, their bodies and souls intertwined. They moved in perfect harmony, their breaths and heartbeats syncing as they lost themselves in each other.

He collapsed on to top of her and she wrapped her arms around him not wanting to let him go yet, because she was scared that it was just a dream from which she would wake up at any moment. They stood like that for what seemed an eternity, just embracing the other and enjoying the feeling of their bodies close.

Afterwards, they lay entwined in each other's arms, the warmth of their bodies mingling with the heat of the fire. Jack rested her head on Gibbs's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Gibbs ran his fingers through her hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

As the fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the cozy cabin, Gibbs and Jack laid in comfortable silence, content to be in each other's presence once more.

"We should’ve done it earlier," Jack admitted breaking the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gibbs reached for her cheek; his touch gentle yet reassuring. "Agree," he confessed, his gaze lingering on her before pressing a tender kiss on her forehead. “But we are here now and I’m never letting you go again.”

Jack pressed her lips against his. “I’m not going anywhere, Gibbs.” Her head resting against his chest once again as she breathed in the scent of fir. "Do you ever regret leaving NCIS?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Gibbs considered her question for a moment, his thoughts drifting back to the life he'd left behind. "There are days when I miss it," he admitted, his tone thoughtful. "But then I look around at this place, at the peace and quiet, and I know I made the right choice."

Jack nodded in understanding, her fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on his chest. "I understand," she said softly. "Sometimes, we have to leave behind the things we love in order to find ourselves again."

Gibbs's heart swelled with gratitude as he looked at her, his love for her shining brightly in his eyes. "And sometimes," he added, his voice barely above a whisper, "we find something even more precious along the way."

They held each other close, the warmth of their bodies and the fire lulling them into a peaceful sleep. As they drifted off, a sense of completeness settled over them.

*

The morning light filtered softly through the cabin’s windows, casting a golden hue over the room. Jack awoke first, nestled comfortably against Gibbs. She watched him sleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in the early light. Her fingers traced light patterns on his chest.

Gibbs stirred, his eyes slowly opening to meet hers. A slow, easy smile spread across his face. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” Jack replied, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “How did you sleep?”

“Better than I have in years,” Gibbs said, his arms tightening around her. “And you?”

“I slept really good.”

They laid in each other’s arms for a while, enjoying the simple intimacy of the moment. Eventually, they reluctantly got up to start their day.

Jack pulled on one of Gibbs’s old flannel shirts, the fabric soft and familiar against her skin. She looked around the cabin, taking in the rustic charm and the signs of Gibbs’s new life. “I love this place,” she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

“Yeah?” Gibbs asked, watching her with a soft smile. “I hoped you would.”

Jack moved to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee as Gibbs joined her. They worked side by side, their movements easy and familiar, as if they had always been meant to share this space.

As they sat down to breakfast, the conversation turned to their plans for the day. “I was thinking we could take a walk through the woods,” Gibbs suggested. “There’s a spot not far from here with a beautiful view of the mountains.”

Jack’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that,” she said. “It sounds perfect.”

After breakfast, they set out, the crisp Alaskan air invigorating them as they walked hand in hand through the forest. The path wound through towering pines and alongside a babbling brook, the serenity of the landscape mirroring the peace they felt in each other’s company.

When they reached the overlook, the view took Jack’s breath away. The mountains stretched out before them, their peaks dusted with snow, the valley below a riot of green. She turned to Gibbs, her eyes shining with gratitude and love. “It’s beautiful, Gibbs,” she said softly.

Gibbs pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her as they stood together, taking in the breathtaking scenery. Jack leaned her head against his shoulder, her heart swelling with happiness.

They stood there for a long time, the beauty of the landscape and the warmth of their love filling them with a sense of contentment.

Back at the cabin, they spent the afternoon working on small projects, fixing up the place and making it their own. The day passed in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and quiet moments of connection.

As evening fell, they settled in front of the fire, a sense of accomplishment and joy filling the room. Gibbs handed Jack a glass of bourbon, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.

“To new beginnings,” Jack echoed, clinking her glass against his. As they drank, the warmth of the alcohol and the fire enveloping them in a shell of comfort and love.

Later, as they lay in bed, the quiet of the Alaskan night surrounding them, Jack turned to Gibbs, her hand resting on his chest. “I never thought I’d find this kind of peace.” she said, her voice filled with wonder.

Gibbs kissed her forehead, his heart swelling with love for the woman beside him. “Neither did I,” he said. “But we deserve it.”

[whoa-myninja]

New Chapter(s) | The Oceans We Cross

I’m literally the worst person to remember to update all my fanfics here too, but chapters 5-7 of my NCIS fanfic The Oceans We Cross are up!! 🥹

It is still a work in progress at the moment, but I’m taking a little break while I focus on #30DaysOfTiva in July!! (Post on that coming immediately after this one!)

But, if you’d like to read the next installments of this multi-chapter fic, you can find it here:

Read on A03

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[goodthingscomeinthrees]

you drew stars around my scars

ncis | gibbs x sloane | 1.6k, g, complete

Gibbs is judicious with his words; he chooses them as carefully as he carves the wood for that damn boat sitting down in the basement below them. Fits them together with the precision of an invisible joint. If he says it out loud, it means something. For better, or worse.

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I’ve wanted to do a mini demographics survey for a while now, and here it is! If you see this, please vote and reblog :)

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Chapters: 16/? Fandom: NCIS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jethro Gibbs/Jacqueline "Jack" Sloane, Jethro Gibbs & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Jethro Gibbs, Jacqueline "Jack" Sloane, Ducky Mallard Additional Tags: bereavment, Grief, Slibbs, Mental Health Issues, Underage Drinking Summary:

Gibbs and Sloane's trip to Stillwater is interupted by a request for help.

[atrxides]

Slibbs x Would That I by Hozier

With each love I could lose, I was never the same Watch it still live in roofs, Be consumed by the flame I was fixed on your hand of gold, Lay in waste of my lovin' long ago

[withlove-amber]

Peaches and Cowboy

gibbs x reader

This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15

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

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

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

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

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

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

[masterlistmaker]

Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist- NCIS Works

reader

Gibbs x reader, Part 2

DiNozzo x reader

Ziva x reader

Abby x reader

McGee x reader

Ducky x reader

Nick Torres x reader

Jenny Shepard x reader

Ellie Bishop x reader

Clayton Reeves x reader

Jimmy Palmer x reader

Jack Sloan x reader

NCIS Team x reader

Abby/Ziva/Ellie x reader

Abby/Ellie x reader

Ellie /Torres x reader

specific!reader

Gibbs x specific!reader

DiNozzo x specific!reader

Crossover Works

[hoffnungswolke]

I've never heard silence quite this loud

[specialagentlokitty]

Headcannon: NCIS team with autistic reader who stims

Hiya, would you be able to do something either bau or ncis x reader whose part of the team and autistic and it’s just how the team is with them stimming. Maybe the reader has harmful stims and how they help them out? X - Anon💜

Some members like Abby, Elle, Gibbs, Ziva, Sloan and McGee would notice your stims right away

Others like Nick and Tony would take a little longer to pick up these

They take silent notes about what stims you do under what emotions

Happy is tapping

Deep in thought is biting

Sad or angry is slapping

These are the two emotions their all very high alert around

They keep a very close eye on you when you’re going through hard days, or your just feeling stressed out for whatever reason

Gibbs will let you his arm instead, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t feel it

Elle, Abby and Nick are all very much stocked up on things to help you, from stim toys to pillows and other soft things to put in place

McGee, Ziva, Sloan and Tony are all very much hands on, they’ll stop you from stimming in that way in their own way

Everyone takes turns comforting you because sometimes you respond better to certain things

But they all love your happy stims

The little taps you do when you’re happy?

Absolutely adorable

When you’re thinking?

Don’t worry gibbs has a desk draw full of biting stim toys for you so you don’t chew on your pen and make it explode again

They all take very much care in working with you

They learn all your triggers, all the ways you cope and what your autism is to you, since everyone has different experiences

They research the basics, but they ask you things that they can specifically tailor for you, things that you find help you

They’re all so proud of you for everything you’ve done and achieved

And they support you from the sidelines because you don’t need people to path the way for you, you’ve done it all by yourself, you know what you’re doing

They know you like the comfort they bring though

So they all spend as much time as they can with you while still making sure you have enough time for yourself

And you’re not feeling particularly social that day? Don’t worry because there’s always an empty office for you

[mrsines]

Fan fiction Ncis

Jack Sloane X OC

Un amour inattendu

Chapitre 1 : Drôle de rencontre

‖ Aucun homme n'a assez de mémoire pour réussir dans le mensonge‖ Abraham Lincoln.

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Le soleil c'était levé depuis un moment déjà et les membres de l'équipe du NCIS à savoir , Ellie Bishop, Nick Torres, Timothy Mcgee étaient dans l'open space, chacun à son bureau entrain à faire leur activités individuel avant que le NCIS n'ai une affaire.

Nick était entrain de boire son café lorsqu'une odeur peu habituel viens alors lui chatouiller le nez, le bel homme vient alors sentir son propre café afin de savoir si cela venait ou non de sa boisson et à son grand bonheur cela ne venait pas de son café il vient alors regarder ses collègues de travail avant de venir prendre la parole.

⸺ "C'est quoi cet odeur de poisson ?"

⸺ "EH c'est pas du poisson, c'est ma nouvelle recette de smoothie, c'est bon pour la santé" Dit alors Bishop montra son smoothie de couleur verte

⸺ "Bon pour la santé ? Tu veux nous faire vomir ou quoi ? Moi je connais un bon endroit pour mangé bien pour la santé. Le nouveau resto qui c'est ouvert." Annonça fièrement le beau bronzé.

⸺ "Jamais gouté"

⸺ " Ce ne serai pas pour ce midi. Nous avons une affaire." Dit alors Gibbs en arrivant discrètement dans l'open space comme à son habitude.

En effet le NCIS devait ressourdre une nouvelle affaire Emily Jones, femme Marin venait alors de faire une overdose, chose qui était très étrange puisque celons ses proches la jeune femme ne toucher jamais à cela.

Le NCIS allait avoir du mal à réglée cette affaire mais ce n'ai pas pour cela qu'il allaient laisser tomber loin de la. Après avoir prit toutes les empruntes et les indices ils étaient alors rentré au bureau afin de commençais leur investigations.

Abby avait alors fait toutes les analyses pour trouver d'où venait la drogue, ce fût rapide, c'était une drogue assez rare, transporté par un seul groupes Las Águilas. Après avoir fait des recherches poussé Ellie avait alors découvert que la personne qui passé le plus cette drogue était Katerina Alvarez. Gibbs avait alors demandais à Slaone de se servir de ses compétence pour dresser le portrait "mental" de la jeune femme, puisqu'il n'y avait presque rien sur elle. C'est donc après quelques minute que Gibbs alla au bureau de sa très bonne amie afin d'avoir des informations.

⸺"J'espère que tu vas me donner de bonne nouvelle Jack." Dit alors Gibbs en s'asseyant face à Sloane.

⸺ "C'est vrais que s'a m'aurait arrangé qu'il y'ai plus de choses sur elle. Cela dit j'ai dresser un pseudo portrait."

⸺ "Je t'écoute."

⸺ "Elle as fait de la prison pour vente de stupéfiant, mais n'a jamais rien dit sur le trafique. Elle as toujours favorisé le fait de se taire par loyauté. Quand tu vas l'interrogée montre lui que tu comprend le coté loyal, le coté famille. Je ne suis pas sur quelle face tout cela par plaisir."

⸺ " Très bien beau travail."

Gibbs commença alors à avancé vers la porte de sortit du bureau avant de venir se retourner, il savait que Sloane adorée être présente lors que interrogatoire de plus cela les aidées énormément il ne fallait pas être de mauvaise fois. C'est donc pour cela que Gibbs prononça les mots suivant. "Quand elle sera en salle d'interrogatoire, tu sera en salle de visionnage." avant de quitter le bureau de la belle blonde.

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La femme que le NCIS rechercher à savoir  Katerina Alvarez , était dans le QG du groupe, elle y était seule avec un certain Pedro Largos, un jeune homme de 25 ans à peu prêt, il fallait être honnête, Katerina savait pour la femme morte mais elle ne savait pas du tout qui l'avais tuer, enfin elle savait que Pedro aller être le future suspect compte tenu du fait que c'est lui qui avait forcé la femme à  ingurgiter  toute cette drogue mais ne savait pas sous l'ordre de qui.

⸺ "Je peut savoir quelle mouche ta piquer ? Tuer une femme innocente, de la Marin en plus.." Dit alors furieusement la belle Katerina

⸺ "Je sais!"

⸺ "Non tu ne sais pas ! Tu ne sais pas dans quel merde tu t'ai mise"

⸺ "J'ai pas eu le choix." Ce défendis le jeune homme.

⸺ "Qui t'a donnée l'ordre?" Demanda alors la belle brunette.

⸺ "Je peux rien dire il vas me tuer."

⸺ "Je ne vais pas le répété une seconde fois." Affirma la belle femme avec un regard plus que menaçant.

⸺ "Arrête Kat tu me fait peur.."

La jeune femme était plus que toucher par ce meurtre, pour une raison plus que personnel, en réalité la jeune femme n'était pas vraiment ce qu'elle prétendais être, oui elle se nommait en réalité Sederica Reyes et elle était un agent infiltrer du FBI. Bien sur sa couverture était plus que secrète et devait être bien gardé. Lorsque la jeune femme entendis alors des voitures se rapprocher du bâtiment elle compris, la belle brune viens alors poser son regard sur le jeune homme avant de lui ordonnée de partir,  choser que le jeune homme décida de ne pas faire. 

Le NCIS entra dans la maison avant de venir mettre en êtas d'arrestation  les deux personnes dans cette maison. Sederica alias Katerina lâcha un fin soupire, sa mission venait de prendre un tournant quelle n'avais vraiment pas prévus, une chose était sur, était le fait quelle devais gardais sa couverture secrète si elle ne voulait pas se faire virée. 

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Katerina étaient dans la salle d'interrogatoire du NCIS, elle était seule dans une pièce assise face à la vitre teinté, elle savait ce qui aller ce passé et elle allait devoir faire face, elle allait devoir mentir dans les yeux une chose qui était devenu si facile avec le temps. 

Nick Ellie et Slaone eux était dans la pièce d'en face, de l'autre coter de cette fameuse vitre , ils allaient écouter l'interrogatoire que Gibbs allé mener, Nick regarda alors la belle femme qui se trouver face à lui même si elle, ne pouvait pas le voir, après avoir pousser un long soupire il prit alors la parole.

⸺ "Pourquoi c'est toujours les femmes les plus sexy les méchantes dans l'histoire ?" 

⸺ "Roh je t'en prit Nick." Soupira alors Bishop

⸺ "Ba quoi c'est vrais.."

⸺ " Pas tout le temps, mais c'est vrais que le cerveaux des hommes on tendance à retenir que se qui leur arrange" Taquina Sloane

⸺ "Non mais regardais la et osé me dire le contraire."

⸺ "Peut être mais là n'ai pas la question, on à un meurtre à ressourdre."

Tous arrêtèrent  de parler lorsque Gibbs entra en salle d'interrogatoire. 

Gibbs vient alors regardais la femme face à lui dans les yeux avant de venir poser sur la table les photo de la femme morte, Katerina les regardas avant de venir poser son regard sur l'homme. 

⸺  "Je n'ai pas tuer cette femme." Affirma la belle brune

⸺ "Vous êtes celle qui vend la drogue. Nous avons un liens direct avec vous et la gang pour qui vous travaillez."

⸺ "Et vous voulez une médaille pour ça ?"

⸺ "Non. Je veux la justice." Ris alors Gibbs

⸺ "Je n'ai pas tuer cette femme, je ne suis pas au courant de qui à tuer cette femme.. C'est la vérité."

⸺ "Ce n'ai pas ce que votre collègue Pedro à dit."

Suite à ses mots Gibbs donna la déposition écrite à la main à Katerina. La belle fût sous le choque, elle n'avait vraiment rien à voir avec tous cela. Elle viens alors regardais l'agent qui se trouver face à elle, elle ne le connaissait pas personnellement mais elle savait très bien qui il était. Elle viens alors prendre une grande inspiration, elle devait lui faire comprendre quelle était de la maison sans vraiment le dire.  

⸺"Cet hiro de puta ment."

⸺ "Malheureusement c'est ses paroles contre les vôtres. Le plus offrant rapporte le gains, comme vous dites."

⸺ "La seule chose que j'ai à vous offrir agent  spécial Jethro Gibbs, c'est le bonjour de votre amis Tobias." 

Ce fût à ce moment précis que tous furent surprit et Gibbs comme tout le reste de l'équipe d'ailleurs avait vue cela comme une menace, Jack qui commencé a connaitre Gibbs viens alors entrée dans la salle d'interrogatoire se mettant au coter de Gibbs qui venait de se lever posant ses mains brutalement sur la table  

⸺"Gibbs..." Dit alors Sloane 

⸺ "J'espère pour vous qu'il n'a rien." Menaça alors Gibbs

⸺ "Si vous preniez cinq minutes pour téléphoner à votre amis et lui dire code 564 vous comprendriez surement une chose que je ne peut pas vous dire."

Sloane  et Gibbs se regardèrent ce demandant tout deux ce qui pouvais bien se passé en réalité, Gibbs plongea son regard bleu ciel dans celui noisette de la jeune femme, il  doutait fortement de ses mots, mais au fond de lui sans même savoir pourquoi il croyait en ce quelle venait de lui dire ,et c'est pour cette raison et uniquement cette raison que Gibbs téléphona à Fornell qui lui affirma que la belle Katerina était en réalité un agent sous couverture. 

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Lorsque Fornell  eu alors donnée à Gibbs l'information importante sur la situation actuelle, Gibbs Sloane et Sederica se sont alors dirigé vers le bureau du directeur. La belle jeune femme était entre Gibbs et Sloane et elle devait bien avouer que c'était assez gênant comme situation. Elle ne bouger pas, elle avait le regard fixe sur le directeur Vance ce demandent ce qui aller se passé pour elle, Gibbs lui se demandais si Sederica allait pouvoir les aidée face à cette enquête, il espérait une chose  c'était que lorsque Léon eut fini sa conversation téléphonique avec le directeur du FBI il leur apporte de bonne nouvelle. Sloane elle ne bougé pas elle prit une grande inspiration et sentis alors immédiatement l'odeur du parfum de la belle brune, vanille monoï  une odeur très délicate qui lui rappelais alors l'été. 

Très vite la belle blonde secoua la tête se demandant se qui venait alors de ce passé avant de poser son regard sur Léon le remerciant di regard d'avoir fini sa conversation qui devenait interminable.

 

⸺ "Votre directeur admire la façon dont vous avez procédé pour ne pas nous dire de vous même qui vous étiez... mais je craint qu'il sois tout de même très en colère." Annonça Léon

⸺ "Il est toujours très en colère. Je m'en sortirai..."

⸺ "Il semble que vous aillez des informations qui pourrai nous aider.."

⸺ " Tous ce que je sais  c'est le  nom de chaque membre, Pedro aller me dire qui lui avait ordonné de tuer cette pauvre femme avant que vos agents ne vienne m'arrêter." Dit alors Sederica levant les yeux au ciel 

⸺ "Si le FBI nous avez contacté on en serai pas la." Dit alors Gibbs en colère de la perte de temps qu'il y à 

⸺ "J'y suis pour rien moi si vous avez une mauvaise communication entre vous."

⸺ "Très bien je pense qu'on devrai ce concentré sur comment géré la suite.." Dit alors Sloane essayant de calmer la situation 

La belle  brune posa son regard sur Sloane, elle se demandais comment elle arrivait à être si douce, Sederica viens alors regardais Gibbs puis Leon ce qu'il fallait au NCIS était le nom de l'homme qui avait ordonné le meurtre de la pauvre femme. Sederica savait parfaitement que sa couverture aller être griller et que à la fin de cette enquête elle n'aurai plus son poste, elle connaissait son patron par cœur. Elle vient alors prendre une grande inspiration avant de venir prendre la parole.

⸺ "Laisser moi faire son interrogatoire, je vous garantis qu'il finira par me dire   qui à donné l'ordre."

⸺ "Un  interrogatoire dans les règles ?" 

⸺ "Madame douceur n'a cas venir avec moi si vous croyez que je pourrai finir par le tuer."

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Le reste de l'équipe avaient été mit au courant pour la vraie identité de la belle Sederica ce qui d'ailleurs avait fait sourire le beau Colombien. Sederica était avec Sloane dans la salle d'interrogatoire, lorsqu'elles arrivèrent dans cette fameuse salle, Pedro ce leva, il voulait s'expliqué avec Sederica, lui expliqué le pourquoi du comment, mais il n'en à pas eu le temps. 

A bonne distance de l'homme, Sederica viens alors lui mettre son poing dans la figure avant de lui dire de s'asseoir . 

⸺ "Je ne vais pas y aller par quatre chemin, tu vas me dire qui t'a donner l'ordre."

⸺ "Sinon quoi  ? Et puis depuis quand tu es du coter de la police ?"

⸺ "Je pense que vous devriez répondre à sa question"

⸺ "Sinon quoi connasse ?"

Ce fut le mots de trop, la belle Sederica ne voulais pas en entendre plus, voir comment il venait de manquer de respect à Sloane cela ne lui avait vraiment pas  fait plaisir, c'est pour cette raison que Sederica viens alors poser son regard sur Sloane avant de venir reprendre la mains sur l'interrogatoire.

⸺ "En fait, tu as deux solutions, sois tu ferme ta gueule et dans ce cas là c'est toi qui fini en prison, mais pas n'importe laquelle, je ferai en sorte que tu finisse dans la pire prison, tu suppliera chaque jour de mourir tellement les souffrance seront horrible. Ou alors tu ouvre ta bouche et tu sera dans une prison dite correct. 

⸺ "Tu es vraiment una puta"

⸺ "La reina de puta por favor. Maintenant tu choisi quoi ?"

⸺ "Très bien. C'est Marcus Trager qui m'a payer pour le faire, je devais payer l'hopitale pour ma soeur j'avais pas les sous .."

Sederica regarda alors l'homme avant de ce lever, elle viens alors lui dire "Sa je m'en fiche, je voulais un nom, pas l'histoire de ta vie."  oui , la belle  très en colère de la situation de la façon dont Pedro avait agit. Lorsque la belle viens alors se lever, Sloane l'a suivis avant de venir prendre la parole.

⸺ "Bien joué Icy Girl"

Ce qui eut pour effet de faire sourire la belle brunette.

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Le NCIS avaient eut la joie d'arrêter le tueur, Leon avait passé quelques minute avec Sloane pour savoir ce quelle pensais de Sederica pour la mettre dans l'équipe et ce qui était alors parfait a été le fait quelle valide l'idée tout comme Gibbs avait alors donnée lui aussi sa validation. 

Léon à donc convoqué la belle brune dans son bureau pour lui faire part de la bonne nouvelle.Sederica elle ne savait pas les raisons de sa convocation et pour être honnête elle avait plutôt envie de fuir ce moment elle savait que son patron l'avait virée, et dans un sens elle comprenait mais elle ne regretter pas ce quelle avait fait. La justice avait gagné et c'est tout ce qui était important. Les deux criminels étaient hors êtas de nuire et c'est parfait. 

Une fois arrivé  au bureau du directeur Vance la belle vient alors regarder les trois personne qui se trouvaient à l'intérieur avant de venir prendre la parole.

⸺ "J'ai comme une impression de déjà vue." 

⸺ "C'est pour la bonne cause." Dit alors jack 

⸺ "Mon ancien directeur ma déjà fait la moral..."

⸺ "Et votre future directeur vous félicite d'avoir obtenu un nom." Annonça Léon un fin sourire au lèvre. 

⸺ "Si bien sur vous acceptez le poste. Parcontre il faut savoir que si vous dites oui, vous allez devoir voir Sloane dans le cadre de rendez vous professionnel comme chaque membre de mon équipe." Affirma alors Gibbs. 

 ⸺ "Si ce n'ai que ça, j'accepte." 

‿︵‿︵ʚɞ『FIN』ʚɞ‿︵‿︵

Et voilà c'est la fin de ce chapitre, j'espère que vous avez appréciés. 

Si vous avez des idées pour la suite ou même un avis qu'il sois positif ou négatif, je prend avec plaisir.

Merci d'avoir lue et à bientôt.

[ritasaysrelax]

Character Information*

Rita Jacobs / She,Her / 28 years old / Lounge Singer at ‘Snake Eyes’ Casino & Bartender at ‘Mount Olympus’

Rita is your resident ‘here for a good time, not a long time’ gal and you’ll be lucky to really know anything about her. She’s super charming, very friendly and is totally friends with everyone! Um, just not close friends. You know how it is...

Grew up in New York city, living there for the majority of her life before bouncing around. She had roots there- real, deep, connections- and then she left. And decided to never do that again, thank you very much!

Ended up in Redwood Hollow after drifting for what felt like forever. There was something almost comforting about just how homey, ‘know your neighbour’, it is here. It feels like she could really be a part of something- if she wanted to.

Loves to dance and kiss pretty people before never calling them back! She was really just trying to chill out and look hot, to be perfectly honest. Never dwell too long on things that might hurt her feelings- the usual stuff.

When Halloween happened and she got a batch of the Bad PepsiTM, it gave her a big ole dose of existential crisis. She knew everybody, she had so many friends (right?) and she had people that cared about her (right?). She let people care about her and know her, right? Wrong.

So yeah, we’re just kinda going Through It in this Chili’s tonight.

Extra Links*

Intro Post - Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/paigescxlly/rita-jacobs-the-brains-beauty/ - RP Blog: https://paigerambles.tumblr.com/tagged/c:%20rita%20jacobs - About

Wanted Connections*

Exes / ex hook ups - Rita is (of course, itsa me!) bi-bi-bi! And just #badatlove so would love to have some ex-almost relationships. They could have had it all! Or maybe they brought out the worst in each other? Or maybe they used to hook up but things got complicated or they might actually be good friends (think Mark Sloan x Callie Torres).

*Ex #1 - @rangerbuzzlightyear *Ex #2 - @chelsea-katz

#Ghosted - they talked and it was epic but then the sun came up... Basically, these two really did vibe and it toed the line of being something #real so, naturally, Rita had to disappear faster than you could say ‘hey, here’s my number’.

Past Connections - so, they knew each other before Redwood! Either in New York or wherever Rita was drifting around. Bonus points if she conned you out of your wallet or at least a few martinis- I’m imagining fake names and a very convincing backstory about being with the band, or something.

Flaky FriendsTM - either they’re both a mess and could try harder or Rita is always bailing on your character. After the #poising incident, Rita is now trying to make amends and reconnect with them.

Wanted Plots / Plot Ideas*

'Take a drunk girl home, let her sleep all alone.mp3′ - (not actually gender specific) but Rita helped your character home one night from the lounge or bar, or maybe they were both just out and about. She held their hair back when they threw up, listened to their drunken rambles and made sure they didn’t fall asleep in their shoes. 

‘Take it outside, pal!’ - Rita caught you on a bad night but you were causing just even trouble she had to toss you out of the bar! Maybe now things are awkward or there’s a grudge! Maybe the memory of that night hasn’t quite come back to them until... 

‘You only call me when it’s half past five’ - so this can either be for your character at Rita or vice versa! But they never really hang out under normal circumstances. They only ever call them when they need a ride home or are feeling lonely, or are being a mess. They tell them secrets and pretend they never kissed. Still, either one of them still keeps picking up the phone.

Taken Connections*

Nani Pelekai - bestie but in the way she knows that Nani already has #1 besties. @themanagerisavampirex

Mary Gibbs - #1 girlies! If she has time for anyone, it’s Mary @itsmarygibbs (@magicaladamlegrand for Adam’s knowledge!)

Alice Little - Rita was getting closer to Alice after their re-appearance, checking up on them and bonding. Until it all went wrong on Halloween... Rita didn’t mean to keep secrets from Alice, she just wanted to know that they were okay. Now it’s all messed up. @xalicethewonderx

Arista Neptune - Rita definitely wanted to start a flirtationship with Arista which has now spiraled into the potential for something more...more- which is very scary. Finds herself thinking about her and her sunshine disposition way too much. @aristaneptune

Morgan - Morgan is just a ray of sunshine, Rita loves to catch up with them whenever they can for a good time and gossip. @mxmorganmorph

Oz Borror & Hayden Bodaway - her respective employers at her two jobs. @ozborror-highroller , @haydenbodaway

Patrick Patterson - did you know Rita had a roommate? Well, souprise! @patrickpattersxn (also @paxtonpatterson and @itspersephxne I feel like this can give us some shenanigans too!!)

Iridessa Sol - thinks she’s an absolute babe!!! @iridessa-sol

Other*

One character from the open tag you would like to see taken / added to the Most Wanted page: Shinda Proud!!

One Character you want to see a bio for in relation to this specific character: I would love- love- to have a Dodger!! There would be angst. There would be feeling! There would be history!!