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wanna-be-bold · 7 years

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Thanks to Tali - Ch 11

You can find the rest of the story here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12498508/1/Thanks-to-Tali

Good Time to be Alive

Saturday, May 25, 2019 – Ziva’s baby shower

“C’mon Zi! Gibbs is expecting us for lunch and we don’t want to be late!” Tony yelled up the stairs to his wife who was getting herself and Tali ready to go to Gibbs house for what they thought was just lunch. He and Abby had been planning a surprise baby shower for Ziva for over a month and were able to talk Gibbs into letting them have it at his house. The decorating was left completely up to Abby with the promise that she would keep it a light, neutral theme. Meanwhile, Tony ordered all of the food from one of Ziva’s favorite deli’s that catered, as well as the cake which Senior promised to pick up and deliver to Gibbs. Now, Tony’s job was to get Ziva to Gibbs’ without her being suspicious. After five minutes, Tali came running down the stairs, shortly followed by Ziva. They were in matching striped dresses with their hair clipped half-up, Tali’s pink with a bow in her hair and Ziva’s a dark purple with a white flowy cardigan over top. “Well look at my beautiful girls.”

“Thanks daddy! Look, Ima and I match!” Tali hugged Ziva’s leg, smiling up at her mother.

“You do don’t you.” Tony smiled at his daughter before looking up into Ziva’s eyes. She was looking lovingly down at their daughter, one arm held by Tali and the other hand laying on her bump. “So, are you two ready to go?” That broke Ziva out of her head and she nodded, telling Tali to go get her jacket out of the coat closet as the D.C. air was still cool. Tony helped Ziva into her shoes and grabbed her purse, leading his family out the door.

The DiNozzos pulled into Gibbs driveway five minutes late according to Ziva, but right on time according to Tony’s plan. Thankfully, everyone else had carpooled and had parked down the street in the opposite direction they had driven in from so that Ziva wouldn’t see their cars. He put the car into park and stepped back to open Tali’s door before walking around to open Ziva’s. Having been told of the surprise that morning, Tali ran ahead into the home and took her place between Gibbs and Senior in the living room. Behind them were Abby, Ducky, Tim and Delilah McGee and their baby, Jimmy, Breena, Victoria and Charles Palmer, three of Ziva’s friends from work, Cassie, Mindy, and Amanda, and Abigail Borin.

“Well someone’s in a hurry.” Tony commented lightly, taking Ziva’s hand in his and walking up the sidewalk. Tony opened the door, holding his hand out for Ziva to lead the way. Stepping inside, Ziva was welcomed by several voices yelling surprise. She looked around in awe at her friends and family gathered under a Baby Shower banner and took in the pastel yellow and green balloons that adorned Gibbs living room. Tony’s hand came up to rest on the small of her back as he whispered “surprise” in her ear, causing her to turn around and envelope him in a hug, whispering “thank you.” Shaking off her shock, she walked the rest of the way into the house, going up to each person for a hug or handshake. As usual, Abby was jumping up and down and wrapped her in an excited hug. Ready to get the party started, Abby ushered her into the kitchen where lunch trays were set up around the room and the cake was placed on the dining room table. Everyone grabbed their plates and gathered around the living room to eat and share light conversation. After eating, the four children went upstairs to their room where Gibbs had filled the room with hand-made toys to keep them occupied and had sleeping bags laid out across the floor in case they got tired. Meanwhile downstairs, the guys were relegated to the basement so all of the women could play the shower games Abby had prepared and the guys could work with Gibbs on putting the finishing touches on the furniture for Ziva’s nursery.

Throughout the evening, the mothers shared their pregnancy and labor stories before calling the guys up and the kids downstairs for cake and presents. Abby pulled a kitchen chair strewn with balloons and streamers into the middle of the living room and brought the presents over within her reach. Tony pulled a chair over next to her and Tali came over to hand the presents to Ziva since bending over was no longer possible. Ziva opened bags full of clothes and books, including an NCIS onesie that came from Borin, a “Mommy’s Little Ninja” onesie from the McGees, and a light gray onesie with the outline of a bat in the middle. The Palmers had purchased a bag full of newborn necessities including fingernail clippers and diaper cream. After all of the wrapped presents were opened, Ziva was instructed to stay still and not turn around as Tony, McGee, and Gibbs went into the other room where they hid the furniture earlier and carried it into the living room behind Ziva. Tony signaled to Abby that they were done and came around to Ziva’s side.

“We have one more present for you Zi. I know that you had hoped this little one could have had the same crib Tali had when she was born, the same one that you slept in as a baby, but it was destroyed in the explosion.” Ziva just looked at him and nodded, recalling their conversation almost two months ago when she confessed to him that she didn’t want to buy baby furniture yet because she always wanted her children to have the same crib she slept in at her family’s farmhouse. “I know you wanted the bed our baby slept in to have meaning, so I called in some reinforcements.” Ziva’s eyes started getting teary-eyed as she realized the meaning behind his words. “Turn around Zi.” Ziva turned around in her chair and gasped at the hand-made crib and matching rocker that had a rich brown stain. There was a white and gray blanket with bears and foxes draped over the front of the crib which held a stuffed brown bear and orange fox. The rocker was adorned with a light gray cushion with two pillows in a dark purple and olive green. Ziva’s hand went up to cover her mouth as she stood up and took it all in, looking at her husband then Gibbs.

“You did all of this?” Gibbs just shrugged.

“Can’t take all the credit for it. Senior helped too.” Ziva turned around and looked at her father-in-law in amazement.

“You, you worked on this too?”

“Well, mainly just the staining and getting the decorations. Gibbs here doesn’t have an eye for decorating like I do.” Ziva just smiled and walked up to him, enveloping him in a hug before moving to Gibbs.

“Thank you, thank you both so much.” She tried hard not to cry but wiped at her eyes as a few tears escaped against her will. “I love it.”

“I’m glad Ziver.” Gibbs pressed a kiss to the side of her head before she went back to looking at her new furniture.

It was getting late and guests began heading home, Ziva making sure to stop each one to thank them for coming before they left until eventually only Abby and Senior remained with Gibbs and the DiNozzo family. The men were cleaning up as Abby, Ziva, and Tali began carrying presents out to the car. Tali ran back in to get the bags she could carry but Ziva paused before following her, waiting for Abby put the gifts in the back of their car before addressing her. “Thank you so much for the party Abby. I, um, I did not have one with Tali and now, being back here, with Tony, and being around family. Well it, it really means a lot.”

“Oh Ziva of course.” Abby pulled her into hug as Ziva tried, unsuccessfully, to hold in the tears, blaming it on the hormones. “I’m so glad you’re back and that you and Tony are together and having another baby. This is such an exciting time and I wasn’t gonna let it pass without throwing you a shower.” As they pulled away, Abby was wiping at her eyes as well, trying not to mess up her makeup. Tali came back out with a small present and placed it in the backseat and this time Ziva and Abby followed to get the rest of the presents.

Thirty minutes later the car was packed and Gibbs house was completely cleaned. Ziva had made her rounds, hugging Senior, Abby, and Gibbs, saying goodbye and thanking them all. “Okay Tali, say goodbye, it is time to go.”

“Ima, can I stay at Grampa Gibbs tonight? Pretty please?” Tali looked up at Ziva with big eyes that always made her think of Tony.

“Did you already ask Gibbs?” Ziva looked at her daughter curiously, knowing that the first time she asked to spend the night she had sprung it on her grandfather, although he was never going to turn her down.

“Actually I suggested it Ziver. Give you and DiNozzo a quiet night and I can bring her back tomorrow when I drop this stuff off.” Gibbs answered, motioning to the crib and rocker. Ziva looked at her husband and they held one of their famous, eye-only, conversations, silently agreeing with each other.

“Yes Tali, you may stay the night. Just, please make sure to go to bed on time. And Gibbs, please do not let her sleep in too late.” Gibbs just smiled and shook his head, remembering the last time Tali stayed over and he unknowingly let her stay up until 2:00 am with him as he worked in the basement. She was so tired the next morning that she didn’t wake up until her parents arrived for brunch at 11:00 am. “And Tali, make sure to brush your teeth too okay?” Tali just smiled and nodded. “Okay then. Well, Tony are you ready to go?”

“Sure am Zi.” Tony walked up to Senior, Abby, and Gibbs, hugging them each before stepping back next to Ziva. “Thank you all so much for helping me do this for Zi. I couldn’t have done it without you.” He was met with a series of “of course” and “you’re welcome.” The couple said goodbye to Tali and waved, walking back out to their car. Tony opened the passenger side door for Ziva before walking around to the other side and getting in. As soon as he got settled and backed out of the driveway, he reached over and laid his hand over hers and, as usual, she turned hers over to clasp their hands together.

“Today was amazing Tony. I really cannot believe you pulled that off. Every time you do something like this I fall in love a little bit more.” Ziva pulled their intertwined hands up to press a kiss to the back of his. “Thank you again ahava.”

“You are very welcome Zi. You are so very welcome.”

AN: I had a day off so I got 2 chapters done in one day! I’m pretty happy with myself. “Good Time to be Alive” is also a song title by Lady Antebellum.

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storiesofsvu · 23 days

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Can you do a fake dating fic with Abigail borin? Possibly for an undercover op

Any fake dating fic i do is likely gonna be a series & im taking a hiatus from those for the forseeable future (in terms of fanfic)

Eta (fucking app crashed on me before i was done lol)

Sorry bestie! I am looking to add a fake dating story to my roster but one of original fiction!

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storiesofsvu · 4 years

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The Marine’s Girl Masterlist

Abigail Borin x fem!reader

Abi & yn meet in Iraq while Abi is working for the Marines & y/n is working with doctors without borders. Yn gets pulled into a hospital that’s short staffed where she meets Sargeant Borin who comes in mildly injured. They bond during Abi’s recovery time, and end up falling for each other, despite not only the no fraternizing policy, but the fact that Iraq finds homosexuality a punishible crime. The question is whether they make it through it, part ways, and what their futures hold years down the road…. Warnings: language, smut, fluff, angst, medical talk/injuries, talk of war/bombings/hostile situations. Is set during Abi’s time in the Marine’s in Iraq, thus, early to mid 2000’s, so remember that as you read it. Modern technology doesnt exist. A/N: bear with me as I am not doing a ton of research for this one so there’s definitely going to be some inaccuracies on the Marine/army/doctors without borders front.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3**

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Chapter 5

Chapter 6**

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11**

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Series Completed

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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The Marine’s Girl Ch 13

*not my gif*

Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: language, mentions of mental health struggles.

The next morning was rough, more than rough. After a night full of terror and anxiety, it was safe to say neither of you got much sleep. You told Abi to just stay in bed, but in her stubborn nature, she refused, letting you curl up against her, or rubbing your back as the anxiety attacks brought the contents of your dinner back up. You were even more exhausted in the morning, thankful at least that you had the day off and didn’t have to worry about working in this condition. Abi offered you a coffee but you turned it down, you knew the caffeine would just make you even more jittery, you barely made a dent in the toast she’d made for you before you left the apartment to go track down the meds you so desperately needed.

Abi later joined you back at your apartment, hoping that the more familiar scenery would help in grounding you. You made an emergency appointment with your therapist before your next session and curled up on the couch with your girlfriend. With the help of the Ativan you were able to actually relax and ended up dozing every so often in each other’s arms. When you weren’t half asleep, you started to talk things through, both of you wanted to be together, you wanted to be able to make this work. After all, you’d made it through so much already it felt wrong to not give it your best shot. While you discussed that what you’d had all those years ago in Iraq was completely different from what you were able to have now, you knew there were some minor similarities, while you’d both grown and changed as people, the other person hadn’t left your mind over all those years and challenges.

You asked Abi to change her shampoo, she admitted that the moment she’d found the same brand you used to use she had to have it, a little reminder of you on the daily basis, but she was more than okay giving that up. After your session with your therapist you got back on the meds to help you sleep through the night dreamless, you’d tried to keep using the melatonin in the meantime, but it seemed to be amplifying the nightmares, making them even more strange and dramatic. You discussed what your triggers were with Abi so that she was more than aware of what to avoid and when she might need to get you out of a certain situation.

It took more than a little persuading to get Abi to come with you to a therapy appointment, you reassured her constantly that it wasn’t a couples therapy, it was just her attending one of your sessions. She put up a stink about not wanting to pay a quack to tell her how she was feeling and you were absolutely baffled at the discovery that after everything she’d been through she’d never once talked to a professional about it. She grumbled practically the entire way to the office but knew it was important with you, so she dropped the attitude and actually opened up during the session. She found it helpful to have you there, a way to not have to tell the story over and over again, but to still be able to get it out. You couldn’t help the smirk on your cheeks when she asked you for the offices number, sheepishly apologizing for calling it bullshit before she called to book her own appointment.

All in all, it was going to actually take months for things to get as normal as they could, but you fought through it. With Abi now in therapy, she was opening up boxes she’d sealed tight shut for years, it was bringing up a lot of what she thought she’d processed, and was going through it again. Though she was still stubborn as hell, insisting she was fine and not fully opening up to you about what was said during sessions. It was only after a day you were both down at the NCIS office (you were doing a house call so to say, stitching up DiNozzo’s arm) when there was a half panicked yell from Gibbs. Something in interrogation had set Abi off and you were the only thing that would calm her down. After that, (probably mainly out of embarrassment of something happening in front of the team) she started opening up more and more, asking you to come with her to a session every so often.

The night terrors started to dissipate as your brain readjusted to the meds, leaving you with little, barely memorable bad dreams that just meant you were in a bit of a funk the next day. Abi adjusted to a new routine, and was ever thankful for your incredible support as she did so. You helped each other heal, relying on the other when you needed, and soothing them back to health when they needed.

Today, you were sitting at your kitchen island, working on a research paper, waiting for Abi to come over with dinner. You’d hit a minor roadblock you’d both been kind of putting off discussing, you were committed to each other with no qualms or worries at this point, but her lease was up in a couple of months and you weren’t sure where to go from there. You looked up at the sound of the door opening, smiling at the sight of your girlfriend moving into the apartment, take out in hand.

“Hi baby.” You greeted warmly, humming in satisfaction as she kissed you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

“Hi.” Abi laid another kiss to the tip of your nose before untangling from your limbs, moving to unpack the take out, “how’s the paper coming?”

“The usual bullshit.” You sighed, closing the laptop and sliding it off to the side, “I’ll send it off to the editor in the morning. Your eyes moved to the food, “you got all my favourites!?”

“Course.” Smiling she kissed your temple, sliding you a seltzer from the fridge as she grabbed her own. “I also come bearing… a thought.”

“A thought?” You raised a brow to her as you dug into your food.

“I got an offer today. It’s a really good one, pay raise, better benefits, a bigger unit to work with that actually has everything we’d need to properly work cases.” She chewed over a piece of food, “and it even comes with a housing benefit.”

“So what’s the catch? House on the far side of town or something?”

“More like out of state…” she slightly winced, surprised when you barely flinched.

“Where?”

“New Orleans.”

“Amazing.” You commented, “I fucking love crawfish.”

“You are…surprisingly calm about this?” Abi stated and you shrugged.

“There’s basically nothing tying me to Washington. Sure there’s a few acquaintances, and I’d miss seeing Tony bomb every pick up line he tries, but as long as I’m with you, and you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“I talked it over with Gibbs, he thinks I should take it. He said he can write a letter of recommendation for you for the NCIS team out there, make sure you’ve got a job.”

“Abs..” you laughed, “not to get cocky on ya, but I’m a double board certified surgeon who worked with borders. It’s not hard to find a job.”

“So you’re really down with this?”

“I mean it’s kinda what we wanted, isn’t it? A fresh start. Together.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Tell ya what, how about you keep thinking about it, and I’ll start to put some feelers out, see how many connections I’ve got out there. If not, I’ve got more than enough saved up to last a couple of months until I get things sorted.”

“You sure?”

“Abs…I was almost blown to pieces on the job, I got enough compensation from that to last a lifetime.” She noted the casualness in the way you suddenly brought up the bombing, something that months ago absolutely shattered you to even speak about, even to her. Now, it really was something of the past, something that you were slowly moving on from.

“What?” Your head tilted at the expression she was watching you with.

“Nothing.” She smiled, squeezing your hand as she leaned in to kiss you, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

By the end of the week Abi had decided to take the offer and the two of you started to pack up your little scattered lives, melding them together into one new happy one. New Orleans was everything and more, a way for you to begin on your new journey with the love of your life at your side, you still kept up with everything else, making sure your mental health wasn’t left at the wayside. But most importantly you knew you had each other, forever.

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storiesofsvu · 4 years

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The Marine’s Girl Ch 11

*i think this gif is @1000spices ?*

Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: language, angst, tears/feels, minor ptsd, brief talks of war/bombings/etc. Smidge of smut

Sure enough, as Abi pushed open the door to Yardhouse, you were visible up at the bar. You had a glass of what she could only assume was whiskey in front of you as your eyes were trained on the t.v behind the bar, watching the evening news scroll across the screen. You glanced up as you noticed someone beside you and you looked rather taken aback at the sight of her.

“Mind if I join you?” She asked, a small smile on her cheeks.

“Not at all.” You quickly checked your watch, “you should know Tony’ll be here in like, ten minutes.”

“First name basis, are we?” She half teased, and you laughed over a sip of whiskey.

“Yeah well…sometimes you end up enjoying time with the strangest people.”

“I highly doubt he’s coming tonight.” She paused, quickly ordering a drink. As she took her first sip of it she realized something, swallowing quickly to look back at you, “are you and DiNozzo….?” You burst out a cackle of a laugh at that, practically snorting into your drink.

“Oh God no! We’re just friends. I mean, it started out with me finally agreeing to a drink but I quickly showed him who was better at picking up women. I guess it…kinda fell into a friendship over the years, despite the douchey exterior he’s a pretty nice guy.”

“Sounds fake to me, but…also sounds like you know him better than me.”

“I guess,” you sighed, “we usually hangout every week. I’m guessing he told you where to find me?”

“Yeah.” Her heart jumped in her chest as she gathered the courage to ask, “did…you tell him about me?”

“No….well..yes? I guess…” you chewed on a toothpick trying to unscramble the wires in your brain, “I told him about an ex that things didn’t end so great with. Kinda…embarrassingly broke down in front of him one night about it all. I was genuinely surprised when he abandoned the girl he’d been chasing to take me home. Even bought me pizza and tucked me in, hell he slept on my couch that night…” You laughed at the memory, “that’s when I think we actually became friends.” You swallowed back another gulp of whiskey, “not that I went into detail, the team didn’t even know about Iraq until today.”

“Have you talked about it with anyone?”

“My therapist.” You sucked back the rest of your drink, letting out a sigh, “my sister tried to drag it out of me but she would never understand.” You shifted in your chair, your legs crossing over one another and the movement caught Abi’s eye, the scar standing out against your skin and her heart clenched. You had been there…

“Do…do you hate me? For…what I did?” Her voice was wavering, her confidence completely gone.

“No.” You sighed, dabbing at the corner of your eye, you knew there were tears building up and the last thing you wanted was to break down in this bar for the second time, “I really don’t want to have this conversation in public.”

“I get it.” Abi shifted slightly, “I’ll get out of your hair.” As she moved to stand your hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist as she reached for her wallet.

“That’s not what I meant.” You finally, truly looked up at her, meeting her eyes for the first time in years, “Abs, I’ve got a bottle of whiskey better than this at home. My apartment’s only a couple blocks if you’re willing. I..uh..I’d really like to talk.” Her heart clenched and she had to do her best to control her emotions in front of you, she’d barely even been called Abi (or as her parents annoying insisted, Abigail) since she’d left you, the nickname threw her for a whole loop every time you used it, not that your pleading eyes made it easy. She was a sap for you the moment you’d pulled open that medical curtain all those years ago and not a thing had changed.

“I’d really like that.”

You passed Abi a glass of whiskey, telling her to make herself at home on the couch while you went to change into something comfortable. Opting for a baggy T-shirt and pyjama pants, you returned to the living room, settling into the couch beside her. It fell silent for a minute, awkwardness hung thick in the air while you played with your glass, gulping back a swig.

“I uh…don’t even really know what to say.” You started, “this is way more awkward than I thought.”

“Want me to start?”

“Sure.” You gave her a tight smile, attempting to not hide behind your drink. She sighed out, taking a sip of her own before she started.

“I need to start with an apology. I’m sorry, so incredibly sorry that I hurt you the way I did. I may have chosen my deployment but that certainly doesn’t mean I never loved you.”

“Then why didn’t you ever say it?” When you looked up at her there was a ghosting of tears in both of your eyes.

“I guess I thought I was saving you from more pain. Maybe I was trying to save myself. If I didn’t say it, it wasn’t real.”

“Oh.”

“I was scared of losing my job, losing my rank, I didn’t know how I would explain it when I got home.”

“You don’t need to justify your choices to me now. It was a long time ago. And you had a duty to your country to fulfil or…whatever.” You sighed heavily, “it was a shitty situation that was doomed to implode from the start. I just wish I hadn’t gotten in so deep….but there was just something so….unbelievably entrancing about you I couldn’t let go.”

“Why do you think I kept coming back?” She asked and you let out a breath, busying yourself with your drink while a silence fell over the room once again. This one slightly less awkward than the first.

“Are..you seeing anyone?” Half of you didn’t even want to ask. Even with the absence of a ring there was still a chance that she was very unavailable.

“No.” She shook her head, “are you?”

“No.” You felt a tear in the corner of your eye sneak its way out and you quickly swiped it away, “I was…destroyed after I came back. Nobody wants a broken girl.”

“You’re not broken.” She whispered out, her free hand coming to squeeze yours.

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.” Abi shifted on the couch, placing her whiskey down so her other hand could cup under your chin, bringing your gaze back up to hers, “you went through something incredibly traumatic that you didn’t deserve to be anywhere near. You went over there to help, to save lives and instead you got hurt, and that’s not fair. You’re allowed to be angry about it, you’re allowed to be upset, and it’s more than okay if it’s not easy to work through.”

“I really don’t wanna talk about it.” Your voice shook, your eyes trying to avoid hers as your hand swiped away another tear, attempting to hold back a cry.

“C’mere.” She gently tugged you into her arms and you fully accepted it, wrapping your arms around her, burying into the crook of her neck. Her hands soothingly rubbed at your back and you breathed out a heavy sigh, relaxing against her. “It’ll be okay. I promise.” She murmured, laying a soft kiss against your hair. You raised off her shoulder, your eyes finding hers, silent questions written through both of them, her gaze darting down to your lips and back up was all the prompting you needed, moving the inch to kiss her. The kiss was hesitant, cautious and soft, her hand stroked at your cheek gently and you leant into the touch. It only lasted a moment before you pulled away, keeping your forehead against hers.

“Will you stay?”

“I’d love to.” She softly kissed you again, letting you link your hand in hers, leading her down the hall to the darkened bedroom.

Abi’s hands cupped at your cheeks, her lips meeting yours again, letting you take the lead as your arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. You slowly slid your tongue across her lips and she sighed into the kiss, letting your tongue slip into her mouth. It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall back into the graceful dance that was your kiss. Her hands snuck under the hem of your shirt, starting to move it upward and you jolted away.

“Sorry.” She hastily apologized, “did I…read the room wrong?”

“No, no.” You hand squeezed hers softly, “just…leave it on, please? I..don’t want you to see.”

“Oh sweetheart….” Her hand stroked at your cheek, kissing the tip of your nose, “I’ll always think you’re beautiful, no matter what.”

“Thanks…” you sheepishly murmured, welcoming her lips against your skin again.

Abi, determined to show you just how beautiful she thought you were, and in a sense, to show you just how sorry she was for all the pain she’d caused, set to work on worshipping your body. Obeying your wishes to keep your shirt covering whatever scars you were self conscious over, her lip trailed across every inch of skin you were okay with. Sucking and kissing at your neck, her fingers tingling their way across your body, playing with your chest through your shirt. She waited for your nod of consent before pulling your pants off, laying feather light kisses around the scar on your knee.

Softly and slowly, she pulled as many orgasms from you as she could, gently bringing you to your peak each time. You whimpered at the feeling of her mouth on you again, the feel of her fingers inside you, simply the warmth of her body against yours was the safest you’d felt in years. Wrapping you in her arms, she wiped a few stray tears from your cheeks, kissing the stained paths they’d left before tenderly kissing you. You settled against her chest, letting her hand sooth against your back, your hand came to rub up her other arm, stalling slightly at the scar your stitches had left. Your brow furrowed at the glint of something above it, having to shift her arm so the moonlight hit it just right to see that it was a set of 5 numbers scrawled into her skin in a pastel shade.

“Is…is that your admittance day?” You asked, referring to the day she arrived in the hospital.

“Uh…yeah.” Her cheeks flushed, happy that your eyes were still trained on her arm and not her face. “I got it done after I discharged. In…memory….” Your head shifted up at that, dropping her arm back down.

“When did you discharge?”

“A few weeks after the bombing.” She sighed, “we had an accident during an op, explosion went off…lost half my platoon. Between that and thinking you were dead…I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

“I’m sorry.” Your hand came up, cupping at her cheek gently. Her head twisted, laying a kiss in your palm.

“At least I know you’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”

“Hmm…” you shifted up, kissing her softly, “I uh…I know I shouldn’t really say this, but…I still love you.”

“I stupidly never got to say it. But I love you too.” You gave her a small smile at that, your nose scrunching when she kissed it, “did you want to do this?”

“I want to try.” You settled back against her chest, “after everything…I’m unsure of a lot. I know that I love you, but there’s so much more to it than just that.”

“I understand.” She kissed your head, “we can take it one step at a time. But I promise you I’m not going anywhere this time. I made that mistake before, and I’m certainly not making it again.”

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The Marine’s Girl Ch 8

Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: Language, mentions of injury, war talk, injury, bombing. A/n: don’t come for me....

You trudged your way through work over the next few weeks, though you were barely surviving off the extra caffeine. Your nights were sleepless, struggling to come to terms with being alone, having no one to write to, or talk with you struggled to find peace, your brain just wouldn’t shut up. You ended up sleeping as much as you could during the day at the hospital, the steady buzz of people working through the walls around you distracting you just enough to be rested. You’d started to wonder if there really was something keeping you in Iraq at this point, you’d started out this journey in Without Borders, and you hadn’t been doing that kind of work in a long time. The temptation of Abi was what reinvented your love for the city, for hospital work again, but why both staying here any longer if she didn’t want you? You could be working in much better conditions, or in a safer country helping people who needed access to good medical care and vaccines.

On what felt like your eight cup of coffee you surveyed across the E.R, things were relatively calm so far today which was a nice break, but also meant more sitting around, especially since you were the more senior of the staff. Luckily one of the younger ones was having a bit of trouble stomaching it, so you were soon called into one of the curtains. Scooping up their admittance paperwork your eyes darted across it as you moved to the curtain.

“Private Collins, I’m Doctor Summers, What’d’you get yourself into today?”

“Doctor Summers? Y/n Summers?” She questioned and you paused, halfway through pulling on your gloves.

“Is there a problem?”

“No…I uh…reported to Sergeant Borin.”

“Oh…so my dirty laundry is the hot gossip of the Marine Corps. Great.”

“Oh no!” She sat up a little too quickly, her hand extended out to you and winced, “it’s not like that…”

“Okay, okay.” You gently nudged her back down, “you’re gonna need stitches and a”-

“Tetanus shot for good measure, I know.” She huffed out a sigh.

“Take it this isn’t your first trip to the E.R?”

“No. But, it really isn’t gossip, I promise.”

“Tell ya what, you let me go grab what I need and you can tell me all about how my intimate affair isn’t being aired all over base.”

Groaning quietly you slipped out of the curtain, pausing to run a hand over your face. Wasn’t it bad enough to have your heartbroken? Did you really need to be number one of the rumour mill too? At least no one on your end had heard about it, considering you weren’t in any trouble for it. You took a quick pause to gulp back the rest of your coffee before returning to the bay Collins was in. You quickly instructed her you were going to give her the shot, then the local anesthesia before starting the sutures. It was once you’d gotten the first stitch going that she spoke again,

“No one knows aside from our C.O. He knew if it got out and she wasn’t fully disciplined it’d look like special treatment.”

“You know.” You noted, risking a glance up at her.

“I…uh…have trouble sleeping. So does Sergeant Borin, she said her nightmares are back, that they’re worse than before.” You felt your heart crack a little at that, maybe this wasn’t as one sided as it felt. “I ran into her one night on deck when neither of us could sleep and she confessed the entire thing to me. She hates that the only way she’ll get back here is to get hurt.”

“You said you reported to her? They strip her of her rank?”

“No.” Collins shook her head, “that would’ve given away that they were covering something up.”

“Why the special treatment then?”

“Not sure.” She shrugged, “She’s pretty high ranked, the C.O has a bit of a soft spot for her, and she probably could’ve fought it as discrimination. If she got booted she probably could’ve taken it to court and I know they wouldn’t want to deal with that.”

“Is she…okay?”

“I think so? I mean, she’s pretty withdrawn now, I think the nightmares being back are just draining her.”

“Hmm.” You finished the last stitch with ease, tying off the end before you stripped your gloves off, tossing what you needed. “I’m gonna call ortho to have them come take a look at that ankle.”

“Okay.” She nodded and you gave her a tight smile. Right at the edge of the curtain you paused again, turning back to her,

“I know…the chain of command technically goes the other way, but I really don’t want her purposely hurting herself or anything, can you…keep an eye on her?”

“I would…but they deployed her to South Korea two days ago.I think it was the second part of her punishment.”

“Oh.” Your chest tightened, tears pricking into the corners of your eyes, “okay. Never mind then…”

As fast as humanly possible you found your way to the nearest supply closet, it felt like your chest was about to burst open. While you’d been aching and broken already after Abi’s closing words to you, there’d always been this glimmer of hope that you’d get to see her again, that you’d get proper closure, or that she’d change her mind, finish her term. But now….now she really was gone. A country even further away, and despite a new C.O, you were sure your name was still on the no contact list. Not that it mattered, she would have to be the first one to reach out, and you were sure she wasn’t going to do that. You’d always hoped that maybe, just maybe you’d be able to figure this out, to move forward in the relationship, but with her gone, and no way to get in touch, you were left completely hopeless.

As much as she’d hated it when she’d gotten the news of her new deployment, she had settled into the base in South Korea easier than she’d expected. The nightmares were still there, but they weren’t quite as bad, she suspected that was partially because she was no longer in a war stricken country. It took a while for her new troops to adjust to her command, but she slipped right back into work mode, and honestly, it was nice not having her C.O breathing down her neck constantly anymore.

Over the first few weeks she’d debated reaching out to you, she could try and search the name of the hotel up, find the address. But she also knew that being sent out here was part of her punishment, and despite the laws being more slack out here, it was still frowned upon, and the last thing she wanted was to lose her title over a letter than she figured you’d never return anyway. She hadn’t exactly walked out of your life on good terms.

So she worked, she kept her herself in peak physical condition, an attempt to distract herself and exhaust herself. If she was too tired to dream, she’d be to tired to have nightmares. She did her best to make friends where she could, find the little slices of joy in life, remind herself why she was doing this in the first place. Her life wasn’t about you, it couldn’t be, she had to figure that out all over again. Thankfully, she found herself doing a pretty good job of it.

Until she wasn’t.

“Oh God…where is that?” She asked, the t.v in the common room covering footage of what appeared to be a bombing.

“Air strike in Iraq. They went after the downtown core and one of the army basis. Waited until responders had gotten the first couple of rounds out before the dropped another two on the hospital.”

“Hospital?!” Her heart clenched in her chest, a sudden panic racing through her veins as her eyes stayed glued to the t.v. A gasp she barely heard left her lips as the screen cut back to the view of the hospital, your hospital. You could barely see the building through the billowing black of the smoke, flames licking their way around the corners that weren’t smoking. It didn’t look like they’d managed to take out the entire thing, but there was no doubt in her mind that they’d done more than enough damage.

“Oh shit, you were stationed out there weren’t you?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, dropping down into an empty chair, her hands over her mouth as she watched the destruction play on a loop on the screen.

She only realized she had started to cry when her vision blurred. She tried her best to hide it, to not break in front of her fellows but there was only so much she could do. There was a chance, a small chance that you hadn’t been working, but with your proximity to the hospital, and the level of trauma coming in, you probably would’ve been called. Maybe you’d been deep in the O.R? She remembered you once saying something about them being a relatively safe space in the hospital. All she could do for now was pray, pray that for some crazy reason you were nowhere by, that they’d pulled you back to without borders. That you’d gone home, anything but been in that building that day. She started to wonder how much trouble she’d get in if she sent a letter now. All she could do was wait, wait for the names of the deceased to come in, if and whenever they did, there was no doubt in her mind this was going to be a mess that you definitely didn’t deserve to be trapped in the middle of.

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The Marine’s Girl Ch 10

Abigail Borin xfem!reader Warnings: language. V. Minor angst?

The elevator dinged and your stepped into the NCIS main office, moving with ease through the desks to where the team was, now having been there more than a handful of times working through cases with them. It cut into your O.R time, but the work you were doing was at least helping people find closure, and that always brought your mood up a bit.

“Awee, Summers! You know you don’t have to dress up for me, right?” Tony teasingly greeted and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ve been working conferences all week. It feels like I haven’t been in an O.R in a month, I just need to cutsomething.”

He consciously took a step back from you at that and you huffed out a laugh, accepting the coffee from Gibbs as he entered.

“You manage to get what I asked for?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, pulling a Manila envelope out of your bag, “and if anyone asks, you didn’t get it from me. I put my ass on the line for you guys, this better be worth it.”

“It will be.” He assured you, slipping the contents out of the envelope onto his desk. “McGee do we have everything ready? CGIS is on their way up and want a run through.”

“Ohohooo! CGIS is coming?” DiNozzo asked and Gibbs nodded, the younger man turned back to you, “you’re gonna love this, Agent Borin’s a knockout.” You stalled, your heart quickening in your chest, you could have sworn you heard him wrong.

“Agent what?”

“Agent Abigail Borin.” He replied, as if presenting her name through the air, “used to be a marine, she really is something else.” Your heart plummeted into your stomach, even if there was a bizarre chance of someone else sharing her name and being a marine, you could tell by the way he talked about her, it had to be Abi.

“Welp.” You clapped him on the shoulder, “this one’s all on you bud. She dumped me seven years ago.” You turned to try and leave but McGee was faster

“Wasn’t she in Iraq like, seven years ago?” Suddenly multiple sets of eyes were on you, questions written across all of them. Sighing, you turned back, tightening your blazer around you.

“Were…you in Iraq?” Tony asked, his voice suddenly a lot softer than you were used to hearing.

“Yeah. Doctors Without Borders.” You shrugged, “got pulled into a military hospital that was short staffed.”

“That’s badass!” He replied, “why don’t you ever talk about it?”

“Tony…” Ziva warned quietly and you gave her a thanking look, from where she was sitting she could see the nasty looking scar poking out from the hem of your skirt. Another reason you were usually in scrubs or pants, but business work called for skirts and heels.

“It’s Iraq.” You shrugged again, “it’s not exactly sunshine and rainbows.” You picked up your bag, “anyways, I should get outta here.” You turned to Gibbs, “call me if you need anything.”

Unfortunately, that latest discovery had cost you the time you needed to escape down the stairs. You turned around right into Abi, who froze instantly as her brows furrowed. The two of you missed the way your eyes darted down to the other’s left hand quickly before shooting back up.

“Abs….” Your heart was in your throat, you were thankful you’d at least had the warning that she was on her way up. If this had been out of the blue there was no doubt in your mind you would break. DiNozzo was right, she was a complete smoke show, her hair lighter now than you were used to.

“Y/n…..what’re you doing here?”

“Uh,” you glanced over your shoulder in just enough time to see Ziva scooting her chair forward to pull the men back, giving the two of you a little breathing room, “helping on a case.”

Abi couldn’t resist it, stepping forward and pulling you into a hug. While you looked the same, you also looked like a completely different person, you were always covered up, in scrubs. Living in Iraq wasn’t the easiest, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, but now, in a form fitted skirt suit, your hair loose? She couldn’t help herself. You sunk easily into her arms, noting that scent of her shampoo was the same brand you used to use. Suddenly remembering you were in a workplace you both pulled away.

“God…I thought you were dead for like, three years.” She stated, a misting present in her eyes.

“What?”

“The bombing. It was all over the news.”

“Oh…yeah…wait, why three?”

“Read an article in the Times when you won that award.”

“Yeah I did a brief stint over there before I was offered this fellowship.”

She opened her mouth to reply but your phone blared through the room, you jumped, half forgetting that anything else existed. You glanced down quickly, silencing the alarm.

“Shit. I’m gonna be late.” You quickly turned back, “Gibbs! I was never here!” Giving Abi a quick glance you added on, “I’ll see you…” your phone rang again and you answered it as you darted off to the elevator, heart still pounding in your chest. Abi stood bewildered, watching the doors slide shut, vanishing you from view.

“Why did she say she wasn’t here?” She asked quietly, turning back to the team, Gibbs caught her eye.

“She may or may not have broken a rule or two to get us the information we needed for this case.”

“Some things never change.” She muttered mainly to herself. “What’ve we got?”

The team set to work then, laying things out with the help of the information you’d secured. While there was a little bit of back and fourth calls so you could explain out the things they didn’t understand, you stayed out of it otherwise. When the end of the day wrapped, Abi made her goodbyes, heading to the elevator.

“Borin!”

“I swear to god DiNozzo, I do not have the energy for your flirting right now.” She didn’t have to tell him that, he’d already picked up on it. Here usual strength was depleted throughout the entire afternoon, she shrunk back instead of taking charge like she normally did. Even her voice sounded exhausted and defeated as she pressed the elevator button again.

“It’s not, I promise.” She cocked a brow in return, “just…go to Yardhouse tonight, around eight.”

“And what, you’re going to trap me into a date with you?”

“No.” He laughed, “just go. Trust me.”

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The Marine‘s Girl Ch 12

Abigail Borin xFem!reader Warnings; language, ptsd, nightmares, triggers, anxiety/panic attacks, minor angst

It had been roughly over a month since you and Abi had come into each other’s lives. You were back to the regular schedule of spending time at each other’s apartments and weekly dates, though this time you didn’t have to hide away. You were able to share your love out in public, and not have to worry about either of your work lives cutting into your relationship. You had started taking less OR time to work more cases with NCIS, happily discovering that little found family. While Abi’s work life only crossed into NCIS every once in a while, you did work a few cases together, and the team knew about your relationship. Abi also found herself shooting off a quick call or text to you whenever she had a medical question rather than wait for a response from someone working with CGIS.

What seemed like the only disadvantage was that adding in a couple of other things into your daily schedule seemed to be draining you. Gibbs had left you in a conference room working through some files to put together a report for the team, it was only minutes after he left that your eyelids started to feel even heavier than before. You were completely out, head in your arms by the time he got back.

He sighed lightly, he couldn’t exactly reprimand you, he wasn’t your superior, and he’d noticed the bags under your eyes earlier, offering to pick this up later. He placed the coffees down on the table and you twitched slightly.

“Hey..Summers.” He nudged at your chair, gently shaking you, “Summers.” His voice raised at the second mention of your name and you jumped, a gasp escaping your lips as you woke. Your heart started to race and he could see the sudden panic in your eyes as they darted around the room, your chest heaving. “Hey!” He quickly crouched in front of your chair, his hands grasping your shoulders, grounding you, pulling you back to reality, “hey…y/n…it’s okay. You’re in Washington, you’re safe. It’s just me…it’s Gibbs.”

Slowly, you blinked, your body sinking in on itself as you focussed on regaining your breath. Once he was sure you were back in the real world, he backed into a chair beside you, remaining facing you.

“Fuck…” you muttered, glancing up at him, wariness in your eyes, “thanks.”

“No worries.” He sipped at his coffee, “I know the feeling all too well.”

“Sorry…” you grimaced at the thought of having fallen asleep while at work, “I just haven’t been getting a lot of sleep recently. It seems it’s always worse at night, doesn’t help that the nightmares are back in full force.” With shaking hands you picked up the coffee cup, fiddling with the lid to try to avoid his gaze.

“They didn’t give you meds for that?”

“I uh..” you looked up at him, wary of talking about the subject. But you could tell just by the softness of his eyes that this was off the record, and completely confidential. “My doctor took me off them last year. Said he’d seen enough improvement. I dunno why they’ve started up again.”

“Maybe we should rethink you working so closely on some of these cases.” He offered and you shook your head,

“No. Trust me, being in the hospital gives me more anxiety most days.”

“Something’s triggering you, or they’d be just a one off, not all the time.” He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. “I couldn’t even use the same aftershave when I came home.”

“Trust me…I’ve swapped out all toiletries. Don’t even use the same toothpaste. Hell, I barely eat McDonald’s anymore. Guess that’s an upside.” You shrugged and Gibbs raised a brow.

“McDonald’s?”

“Yeah.” You huffed out a laugh, “there was one beside the hospital, cheeseburgers became this weird comfort for me and Abs.”

“You know…” he started cautiously, “you’ve been spending a lot of time with Borin…” your head shot up, an instant blurring of tears in your eyes at the thought, your heart rate quickening for an entirely different reason. Your voice shook as you quietly spoke into the room,

“Gibbs…don’t say that…”

“Triggers come in all shapes and sizes.” He frowned as he spoke.

“I just got her back…I can’t lose her now.”

“I don’t know what went on between the two of you over there,” he noticed the way you nearly immediately clammed up, “and I don’t need to.” He quickly assured, “but I can assume it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Having her pop back up in your life so suddenly might have a negative effect on you.”

“I know…” you admitted, letting out a weary sigh, “I just didn’t want to believe it.”

“Does she know what happened to you over there?”

“Bare minimum.”

“You should talk to her you know. It’ll help. And if you don’t want to be that open because she’s your partner, talk to one of us about it. Ziva served too, we understand what you’re going through. Maybe think about going back on whatever meds they had you on, can’t have you fallin’ asleep on the job again.” He teased, earning a watery laugh from you.

“Hey boss”- DiNozzo suddenly cut in as he barrelled through the door, he stopped suddenly at the sight of your watery eyes, “woah, what’s going on? Did Borin fuck up? Cause as terrified of her as I am, and as much as I know she’d win I can still try and kick her ass.” Gibbs rolled his eyes and you barked out a laugh,

“Tony she’d have you on your ass in less than a second.” You laughed, “I’m fine, Abi’s fine, I’m just…tired…” Gibbs clapped you on the shoulder,

“Why don’t you get outta here, try and get some rest. I’ll call if we need anything.”

“Thanks.”

You gave the two men a small smile as you packed up your things, teasing Tony on your way out, but quietly thanking him for the knowledge that he had your back. Once outside of the NCIS building, you begrudgingly headed back to the hospital, having to swap out bags and pick up a couple of things from your locker there. You texted Abi while doing so, and she told you to let yourself into her apartment, and to definitely not worry about dinner, she’d pick something up on the way.

The sound of Abi’s keys in the door shook you from your nap, you’d been thankful to have a couple of hours of peace on her couch. Pushing up, you looked over the back of it, giving her a sleepy smile as she kicked off her shoes and came into the apartment.

“Hey baby.” She greeted softly, “how was your day?”

“Fine.” You smiled, “better now.” You noticed the bag in her hand, “what’cha get for dinner?”

“Thought I’d throw it back a little, got some cheeseburgers.” Smiling, she passed you the bag, dropping a kiss to your head. “I’m gonna go change, feel free to dig in.”

You then realized the bag in your hand was from McDonald’s and you couldn’t possibly believe the irony in your talk with Gibbs earlier. But you figured you’d try, pulling everything out of the bag as you waited for Abi to come back to the living room.

She returned less than a moment later, softly kissing you, smiling against your lips before she dropped into the couch. You easily curled into each other’s arms as you caught up on t.v and started to eat, you picked at the fries, only taking a bite or two of the burger before she commented on it. You simply mumbled that you weren’t really hungry, that you were tired more than anything. Abi could tell you weren’t feeling great, whether that was emotional or physical she wasn’t sure, but she wanted you to feel better.

So she helped you get ready for bed, kissing your back softly as you brushed your teeth, her hands rubbing at your arms. As you got into bed, she popped her usual sleeping pill as your hands dug through your bag, becoming more frantic as they went, she grabbed at your wrist, pausing your movements. She asked if you were okay and you sighed out heavily, mentioning that you’d swapped your bags out at the hospital. Accidentally, you’d left the one with the meds you were still on (Ativan to start, among a couple of others) in your locker. She asked if you wanted one of hers and you said that sounded like a horrible, and very illegal idea, you’d be fine. Abi cupped your cheek softly, searching your eyes for any amount of hesitation before she agreed, kissing you gently. You did accept the melatonin, letting it dissolve under your tongue as you curled against her body, humming at the way she began to play with her hair.

Abi’s bedroom window was barely cracked, the sudden blaring of a siren rousing into your subconscious, your heart rate started to pick up before you even woke up. A jolt shooting through you as your eyes wrenched open, your chest was heaving, your eyes blurry with sleep and your skin absolutely burning. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, coughing a few times before you threw the blankets off you, the back of your mind thankful that Abi had taken a sleeping pill and thus dead asleep. You stumbled through the bedroom, still coughing heavily, even out of the bed you body was absolutely on fire, you felt immense pain in your side, your knee, among other places, practically sobbing when you tugged the bedroom door shut behind you as you entered the hallway. You felt like you were about to pass out, ever single wail of a siren echoing through your brain pulled you back into that panic moment, you choked back your cries, your eyes still blurring, your entire body vibrating. Your coughing became even more insistent, feeling like you couldn’t breathe, you were suffocating on smoke that didn’t exist, even if you didn’t realize it in the moment. Everything was about to go black when a cold rush of air hit your face and you slowly, slowly, started to come to.

Despite the sleeping pill, Abi was aware of the absence of warmth at her side, she rolled over, trying to catch your body to pull it against her. She frowned in her sleep, hand patting around the bed, an eye cracked open, looking towards the en suite but there was no sign of you in there. She grumbled, pushing herself up as she glanced around the room, it wasn’t strange for either of you to wake up in the middle of the night, so this was nothing new. Padding through the room, she pulled on a sweatshirt to combat the chilly air coursing through the apartment.

“Babe?” She called out to no answer as she moved through her home.

There wasn’t a single light on, and she started to think that you’d left. It was only when a heavy gust of wind came through the window in the living room, the one leading to the fire escape that she realized she hadn’t left it open. Her eyes glanced down to the doormat, your shoes were still there, your coat still on the hanger. She immediately started to worry, quickly scrambling through the window and making her way up the stairs until she was on the roof. Abi let out an incredibly heavy breath at the sight of you curled up on a cushion, your knees pulled up to your chest, clad only in your pyjamas. Your eyes were heavily trained on the horizon, as if you weren’t really in your own head right now.

“Y/n?” She asked softly, not wanting to spook you as she approached. Thankful when your head turned to face her.

“Abs?” Your voice shook, “fuck, I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to wake you up. I…I tried to be quiet…”

“It’s freezing up here. How are you not cold?”

“Hard to feel cold when you wake up in the middle of a fire.” You muttered and her heart clenched, slowly moving towards you.

“Is…it okay if I sit?”

“Yeah…” you nodded, wiping away a tear. “I really didn’t mean to freak you out, I just…the cold helps the panic…especially after…”

“The bombing?”

“Yeah…” you choked back a cry, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Abi spoke softly, slowly dropping beside you, a hand very gently coming to your shoulder, letting you adjust to the feel of it against your skin before she started to rub circles against you. “You’re still having nightmares?”

“I wasn’t…” you sniffled, “I was totally okay, but I got off my meds last year….they didn’t start up again until a month or so ago.”

“You know why?” She asked and you paused, unable to meet her eye, knowing exactly what the answer was.

“I wish I didn’t….” you managed to look up to her, your hand circling into hers, “Gibbs…Gibbs thinks its you…” Abi stared in disbelief, and you could see the absolute pain in her eyes, “I..trust me..I don’t want to agree with that. Abs, I love you. I really do, and I want nothing more than to be with you. But…it all falls into place.” You choked back another sob, “I was off the meds and totally fine until we crossed paths again.”

“I love you too baby.” She softly kissed at your temple, “lets talk about this…what actually happened over there…stop avoiding the subject with me, you know I’ll understand it more than anyone, right?”

“I know…I just..I don’t want to lose you.”

“You wont sweetheart.” She slowly leant in, kissing your cheek, “the only thing that’ll make me walk away is you wanting me to. Understood?”

“But..what if it is you being back in my life that’s triggering this?” You looked up at her with teary eyes, “as much as I love you with my whole heart…I can’t be reliving these memories every night.”

“I know…” her voice cracked as her arm tentatively wrapped around you, “so…can we start by talking?”

“I guess…” you sniffled, wiping away a stray tear as you took a heavy breath, “fuck….”

Your voice shuddered as you brought yourself back to that day, but tried to stay calm about it,

“no one saw it coming, no one knew it was coming…” tears started to streak down your cheeks and Abi securely wrapped her arm around you, the other one squeezing at your arm, “we just knew shit was going down, that we had to try and save them. I…was on the way back up from the O.R, we’d spent something like eleven hours saving a soldier, fighting the entire time to make sure they lived.” You choked out a cry, the panic shooting through you again, the only grounding being the cool air on your face and the arm Abi had against you, you dared a glance up at her, thankful that the look she had was supportive, and not one painting you as a victim. “We were up a floor..just out of the elevator when the first blast hit. It..killed the patient immediately…..like….what was the point? We spent so long trying to save him just for him to die anyways?” You looked up at Abi, tears streaking down your face.

Her hand cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears as you cried against her.

“The first blast….it shot us all apart…knocked the wind out of me. It was when I went to check on the patient the second blast hit.” You took a shuddering breath, avoiding Abi’s gaze as your breath caught in your throat. Abi’s arm tightened around you, reminding you that she was there, “it shot me back again….that’s when the shrapnel hit. Pieces of the bed, the walls, I’m not even sure…I….I just remember being in immense pain, and the fire..being so hot, and smoke. I couldn’t breathe. We needed to save the patients but we couldn’t.” Your words choked into a sob, collapsing over yourself and Abi’s heart shattered. “Part of my scrubs melted into my side, the burns are still there. I tried to help as many people as I could, I wanted to, I needed to but my leg…I could barely walk.”

“None of that is your fault.” Abi murmured, pressing a very gently kiss to your head.

“I was there to help people.” You cried, turning to face her.

“But you needed help yourself.” She replied ever so softly, her hand stroking your cheek, “I know you hate it, but you were a patient in that point.”

“I know…” you mumbled, “but how many lives were lost cause I couldn’t help? How many people could’ve been saved?” You sobbed into her chest, letting her hand soothingly stroke against your hair.

“Hey….hey…stop thinking like that okay?” She kissed your head gently. “You did everything you could. Doctor or not, you should never have been in that position. You wanted to save lives.” Her lips met you head again, “I am so, so sorry that you had to live through that. All of me wishes you had left before the bombing.”

“Me too.” You whimpered. Silence took over the rooftop as you silently cried out the rest of your pain into Abi’s chest. She held you close, tears brimming in her own eyes as her hands rubbed against your back, wishing and praying that this would never happen again. She loved you, she wanted a future with you, but she also understood the other side of things. It felt like she had been trapped in her own thoughts for hours by the time you spoke again, voice quietly shaking into the night air. “What now?” Your head twisted, looking up at Abi.

“We figure it out.” she kissed you softly, “I’ll always support you. I’ll always be your friend. I want you to have the best life you can, I want you to not have nightmares anymore, to move on from that trauma. Even…if it means that future isn’t with me.”

“What if I don’t want that?”

“What if it’s what you need?”

“I don’t want to lose you.” You choked out, the tears increasing over your cheeks. “I know the nightmares are probably back because of you, that your being part of my life again makes my brain think it’s in danger, but I hate it…

“Okay…” Abi sighed, “come back downstairs. We can talk more in the morning.”

“Okay.” You sniffled, swiping away a few tears “…do you still love me?”

“Oh sweetheart…I always will…”

“Even if we can’t work this out?”

“Of course.”

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The Marine’s Girl Ch 7

Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: language, angst.

Honestly, Abi was surprised when she wasn’t reamed out in the middle of the waiting room, she supposed she had the grieving widow to thank for that. She apologized profusely, to both of them, once the wife was otherwise taken care of, she explained the (pretend) situation to her Captain as you had suggested. The glare on his face was more than enough for her to not try to push it, with a simple ‘yes sir’ she bowed her head and accepted her punishment.

It wasn’t as bad as she was worried about, she was simply put on modified duty for the next three weeks. There was a sense of understanding, of knowing just how overworked she could get, and the expected length of a surgery being suddenly cut short. While she was still chastised for not being worried enough to stay awake, she made it through pretty unscathed.

That was until two weeks into her suspension that she was called into her Captain’s office. She was already a little nervous, but hoped this didn’t have anything to do with the incident.

“Captain.” She greeted, “what can I do for you?”

“Take a seat Sergeant Borin.” He replied, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. She did as he said, her hands wringing in her lap as she did so. “Tell me, you are aware of our no fraternizing policy, correct?”

“Uh..yes sir. I don’t know what you’ve heard but I swear to you I’m not involved with anyone on deck.”

“On deck no.” He frowned, “what I’m concerned about is whatever it is you have going on with that Doctor.”

“Excuse me?” The best she could do at this point was to deny.

“While we were trying to locate you that day a nurse mentioned you spent a lot of time with a y/n. It’s been brought to my attention that you’ve been writing each other back and fourth for a few months now, starting after you were sidelined with that broken rib. It was her name on your discharge papers.”

“I was stuck in the hospital alone for weeks. I made a friend sir, you’re reading too deep into this.”

“It’s bad enough you’ve lied to me once already Sergeant, I don’t need you continuing the habit now. Disobedience isn’t welcomed here and you know that.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You met Dr. Summers, you were put up in the same hotel that she currently is and your hotel room was never touched. Once your returned to active duty you suddenly started taking any chance you could to go off base, specifically if it involved her hospital. You started disappearing from the waiting room whenever you were there, we’ve looked into this Sergeant Borin, there’s more than enough to back up our suspicions, I highly suggest you come clean right now.”

“She’s a friend, this isn’t an issue.”

“It became an issue the second you were in an on call room with her instead of in the waiting room while a man from your troop lay dying on the operating table! You knew it was your responsibility to contact the next of kin and you were nowhere to be seen. You were completely reckless in your behaviour and I cannot have that reflected back on me.”

“I thought we had already resolved this issue sir? Is that not why I’m currently under suspension?”

“You’re lucky you weren’t immediately discharged Borin. You know the rules, the moment a Marine breaks a law, they’re done for.”

“That law is erroneous and ridiculous! If we were Stateside, or at open waters it wouldn’t even be a law! Someone shouldn’t be persecuted simply because of who they have relationships with! Sir.” She stopped herself the moment she realized she’d proven herself guilty, despite the fury burning through her, wishing she could tear a strip of the man on the other side of the desk.

“Prior to all of these shenanigans you were one of my best Sergeants. I don’t want to see you sent home over something like this.”

“So, what? Another week of suspension? You plan on stripping me of my rank?”

“No.” He sighed, “I’m sending you back into the city Friday…you have a choice to make Sergeant Borin.”

The past two weeks had been absolute garbage, there had been an influx of patients with more than traumatic injuries, the loss numbers jumping higher than you’d expected. You hadn’t gotten a letter from Abi yet and all you wanted when you returned home for the night was to be able to bury yourself in her arms yet all you had were a pile of old papers, strewn with her words to try and make you feel better.

You were at least lucky enough to be off the next day, knowing this, you’d made sure to have adequate food and whiskey in your room, the ice bucket refilled as you lost yourself in mindless t.v. An attempt to drown the frustration with brain rot and booze. You were confused when there was a knock at your door, but again, a number of the other doctors were cooped up at the hotel and you knew that grouping together was generally a good idea after a bad week. Padding to the door you pulled it open, your brow furrowing at the sight of Abi standing in your doorway, though you had to admit, your heart did jump in your chest at the surprise visit.

“Abs…what’re you doing here?” Your head glanced over to your pager, wondering if you’d missed a message from a fellow doctor, but you knew there was nothing, you’d been on alert all night. As your eyes drank her in you noticed the anguish written in her own eyes, “did…you lose someone?”

“I’m about to.” It was barely over a whisper and her words only confused you more, backing further into the room so whatever admission she was about to make didn’t happen in the hallway.

“I’m confused. After…last time…shouldn’t you have stayed at the hospital?”

“There isn’t anyone from my team at the hospital.”

“What are you talking about? Abs…I don’t understand.”

“We got caught.” She knew she couldn’t hold off the truth much longer, unable to meet your eye as she spoke the words.

“Fuck…” you muttered, running a hand over your face, “okay…so…we be more careful? We keep it platonic in person? In public?”

“It’s over…” you could tell she was trying to remain strong but her voice shook, you could see the slight glistening in her eyes already.

“But….I love you.” You choked it out before you even really realized what you were saying. Yes, your relationship had been anything but traditional, you hadn’t even discussed exclusivity but you knew it in your heart that you loved Abi. You loved her more than anyone you ever had, despite the complications you’d subconsciously been thinking that she was the one, that this would all wrap up happily and you’d get to go back Stateside and be together.

“I can’t…” she struggled with her words, but was still doing one hell of a lot better at keeping it together than you were, “if a Marine gets caught breaking a law they get dishonourably discharged instantly. I’m lucky my Captain even gave me a choice.”

“You…you’re saying your job’s more important than me?”

“Oh please, as if you would give up your work for me! It’s too important.”

“But”-

“Stop. Please.” She begged, barely holding it together as she watched you start to crumble in front of her. All she wanted was to repeat those three little words back to you, bury herself in your arms and never leave, but she had a duty to do, one that she owed her country to complete. “We can’t keep doing this, the letters need to stop. I’ve been taken off the hospital rotation for the foreseeable future. If I’m caught even talking to you outside of a very professional setting, I’m done for. There’s video surveillance that could incriminate you too, and I really don’t want that to happen.”

“But”—

“I’m sorry.” Her heart shattered in her chest at the admission, unable to watch you completely disintegrate before her, she turned, swiftly leaving the hotel room.

“Abs…” the door didn’t block your choked cry, the sob that left your lips as your hand hit the door. As if you would be able to feel her one last time through its thickness. Your palm pressed against the wood as the tears began to drip down your cheeks, your chest beginning to heave. You let your pain and grief take over, slowly dropping down to your knees as you sobbed. As if the week hadn’t been bad enough you’d now lost your love, someone you hadn’t even been able to admit that to before the night she ripped your heart apart. Within the short time that you’d gotten to know Abigail Borin she’d become the love of your life, and despite what she apparently thought, you would’ve given up everything for her.

Outside, Abi could hear your cries, her own tears burning heavily in her eyes as she tore herself away from your door. The only thing she wanted was to take it back, for you to open the door so you could welcome her back into your room, into your life. But she knew she couldn’t do that, she had to will herself to walk away. To walk away from someone that she’d fallen completely in love with over the past few weeks, even if she’d never really admitted it to herself. She barely managed to make it back to the car before the tears started to slip down her cheeks. Thankfully for her, she managed to keep them silent, attempting to wipe them away before her driver noticed.

Never in her life did she think that something so trivial as a broken rib and a row of stitches would result in this. Part of her was almost happy for the tiny scar, the little white raised bump where you’d healed her, even if she was never going to see you again, at least she had some small reminder of you that would live on her skin forever. A part of you was a part of her, and even with everything going on, she was sure she would never forget you, no matter what happened.

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The Marine’s Girl -Ch 4

Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: Language, mentions of smut, smidge of angst/emotion, mention of nightmares/minor ptsd related subjects. A/N: Again, no knowledge of the Marines over here and I’m too lazy to do that much research so remember it’s fiction. Also remember this takes place like..early 2000’s, social media is not a thing, cell phones aren’t widely spread and the fanciest ones are like...Blackberry’s.

It didn’t take very long for you and Abi to fall into a very comfortable routine with her in your hotel room. You’d often wake up together in the mornings, both used to rising before the sun was even a thought in the sky, for the first little bit you’d head down for your usual morning run or quick workout while Abi slept a little longer before starting on a simple breakfast for the two of you. Once you’d deemed her in good enough health after a quick rib check, she’d join you for some form of lower impact activity to help her not go stir crazy. Your showers were often shared and she’d always make sure to give you a warm kiss before you left for the day.

The domestic feeling sunk in faster than either of you had expected, then again, that was to happen when you were all of a sudden, technically, living together. You encouraged Abi to help herself to basically anything you had in your room to help her from going insane all cooped up. While she was weaning off the pain meds you usually found her buried deep into one of your books, or working through Sudoku when you got home. As the days went on, you gave her a list of safe enough places to explore, and she offered to start picking up smaller grocery orders, taking on the role of the stay at home partner, often having dinner ready when you got home. Even if that meant the plate was in the microwave when you trudged in hours later than expected.

Your evenings were spent exchanging stories, playing various rounds of twenty questions or would you rather? You broke out a deck of cards, teaching each other games you’d picked up over the years working in the field where entertainment opportunities were limited, a travel sized backgammon she usually kept on her as a distraction made for a nice learning experience for you. (Meaning, she whipped your ass basically every single time).

As one would imagine, free moments were filled curling in each other’s arms, some nights that was all you did, simply held each other. There were nights Abi would jolt awake, a nearly forgotten memory shoving its way to the forefront of her nightmare. The first time it happened the sudden movement scared the shit out of you, more so yelping as her elbow collided with your cheekbone. The noise brought her fully conscious and she was immediately apologetic but you couldn’t help but notice the way her hands were shaking when she brought you the bag of ice. You assured her your face was fine, that calming her racing heart was where your priority was. But Abi was more stubborn than you’d realized, only relaxing against your body in your arms once your free one was holding the compress to your already reddening skin. After that you tended to stir awake just before a nightmare would take over, able to coax her down without waking her up, a gentle hand playing with her hair or soothing across her back. She admitted she felt bad about waking you, but you assured her most of the time you were still half asleep yourself.

For Abi, moments like this were strange, few and far between before you came into her life. She was used to cold bunk rooms, breaking awake in a sweat and having to shove it back down out of sheer embarrassment. The lucky nights were the ones she was able to escape up to the ship deck, or out into the cool night air, the wind bringing the panic and anxiety coursing through her veins down as the air chilled her. The salty smell of the sea, the sound of the waves crashing against the boat calming her, lulling her back into a state of peace before she could finally return to bed.

Now, she had you. She had your voice softly cooing to her, telling her it was okay, that she was safe. She had your arms securely wrapping around her, the feel of your lips tenderly kissing her forehead. And honestly, she’d never felt more safe or protected in her life. Something stable, something like this, someone like you, was exactly what her subconscious had been begging for for years.

You were surprised that you became so accustomed to sharing your space and time with someone. Especially in such a small space, though, you were adjusted to living in smaller prior to the move into the city. It warmed your chest the days you came “home” to find Abi doing the best she could in the tiny kitchenette to have a good meal ready for you. Hell, it made you smile just seeing her in your space, knowing that she was there for you when you’d had a long day.

It didn’t take her very long before she was instantly able to tell when the day had been less than favourable. You’d sink yourself into her arms, much like that first night you’d spent together and to your extreme relief she would simply hold you, swaying you until you were ready to either talk about it, or shower away the day. She surprised you with just how intimate and tender she could be, either filling the tub with warm water, tucking herself behind you, holding you to her or stepping into the shower with you. Her hands soothed into your scalp, massaging in shampoo and conditioner, the words not even needed to be spoken.

Somehow, your similar yet drastically different paths in life had you able to nearly completely understand each other.

The nights you enjoyed the most, aside from the ones where you’d laugh until your sides ached, were the ones truly buried in each other’s bodies. You were more than eager to explore every inch of exposed skin, eyes, fingers, lips and teeth didn’t leave an inch undiscovered. There were nights you barely slept, the desire to watch the other come undone yet again too powerful to want to give in to slumber. Abi had made you feel things in a few short weeks you didn’t even realize was possible of your body, you ached in the most delicious way and you wouldn’t have it any other way. She’d almost forgotten what life was like outside the three small blocks around the hotel, what it was like waking up and not having your adorable face next to her.

But you both knew something like this was too good to be true. You knew from the moment Abi showed up at your hotel room door that the day would come where she would be cleared back for active duty. You both somehow let the time slip through your fingers, not realizing how long it had been until the day hit.

You shoved open your hotel room door, kicking it shut behind you, your head glancing up to find Abi perched on the edge of the bed. Her chin was in her hands, her gaze landing on the t.v, but you could practically see the emptiness in them from the doorway.

“You okay?” You asked softly as you shed your outer garments, your bag finding home in a spare chair. Abi took a second before tearing her gaze away, looking up at you, her voice almost groggy.

“Yeah.” She sighed, picking up folded paper from the bed, “they’re coming to pick me up in the morning.”

“I know.” You breathed out and she furrowed her brow at you, watching as you pulled out an envelope from your bag, “last task of the day was signing off on your medical report. Your C.O’ll need that.” You handed it to her and she reluctantly took it. Part of her believed that if she was missing it, maybe she could stay, but then again, that thought was ridiculous, wasn’t it?

“Thanks.” Her fingers slipped the documents together, dropping them into the duffle lying on the floor. Hesitantly, you stepped toward her, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, you relaxed slightly as her hand instinctively curled into yours.

“What now?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, not really even wanting to ask the question.

“I dunno.” Her shoulders slumped, “thought this part would be easier…”

“Would a cheeseburger help?” You asked, a small grin on your cheeks as you turned your head toward her and she laughed softly at the memory of your first day in the hospital.

“Yeah.” Her lips hit the side of your head, “I think it would.”

You were sure to kiss her forehead before you moved from the bed, grabbing the bag of food from your bag. Abi shifted on the bed so she was cross legged facing you, sitting, you mirrored her pose, the food spread out between you as you mulled over your futures.

“This doesn’t have to be goodbye.” She stated blankly and you cocked a brow.

“It’s not exactly like I can come down to the barracks to hang out.”

“No.” She sighed wearily, “I don’t have a phone out there either, but this is still my port city. They do mail pick ups and drop offs weekly, we could try that? And I’m sure there’ll be more than a few hospital transfers I could volunteer to oversee.”

“You don’t have to give up your active duty hours just to see me.” You smiled and she returned it, her hand reaching up to stroke at your cheek.

“It’s not giving up if I want to. Besides…” she shrugged, “it’ll get me some brownie points, look like I’m really watching out for the team.” You laughed,

“But you’re really just sneaking off to see your secret girlfriend?”

“I guess you could say that.” She smirked and you felt your cheeks heat.

“It won’t be the same.” You murmured, the sudden thought of coming home to an empty hotel room crunching at your chest.

“I know…”

“If…this is it…I feel like we shouldn’t waste any time…” your hand interlaced with hers, pulling you to her, only waiting a moment for her to protest before your lips met hers in a tender kiss.

Abi returned it, shifting so you gently fell onto the bed beneath her, her tongue swiped at your mouth, delving in, eager to taste every inch of you before she left. That night was unlike any before, instead of exploring each other, you were memorizing each other’s bodies, the warmth of them against you, the feel of her lips on your heated skin. The way your fingers tickled up her sides while you lay a trail of soft kisses up her spine, burying into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her, begging your mind to never forget it. It was hours later, exhausted and blissed out that you were curled in each other’s arms, soft snores echoing into the room, your bodies pressed as tightly to each other as humanly possible, aching to hold onto the touch for as long as you could.

A quiet shuffling pulled you from your sleep, the sun barely peaked through the curtains, a pinkish glow casting over the room. On your stomach your head rolled toward the offending noise, watching Abi for a moment as she straightened her tie.

“Looking good Sergeant.” You murmured, her eyes meeting yours through the mirror as she smiled.

“Thanks.” She chuckled, crossing over to the bed, sitting on the edge as you propped your head up on your elbow.

“Never realized I had a thing for women in uniform.” You teased as she leant down, kissing you gently, her hand caressing your cheek.

“Sorry I woke you.” She pecked at your lips again, “I wanted to let you sleep as long as I could.”

“Mmm…it’s fine.” Your hand stroked its way down her arm, fingers coming to fiddle with the buttons on her cuff. “I’m gonna miss this.” Your eyes dared to glance up at her, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Her hand cupped the back of your head, lips hitting your forehead, stilling there as you absorbed the embrace for a moment. “I’ll be back before you know it.” You shifted up so you were sitting next to her, clutching the sheet to your body.

“Do me one favour?”

“Yeah?” Abi’s hand curled under your chin, tipping your face to hers. She was taken aback at the small shimmer of tears in your eyes.

“I know…I know you can’t promise this, but please….I don’t ever want you showing up on my operating table.”

“I’ll do absolutely everything in my power not to.” Her hand squeezed at yours, kissing you softly again.

“Just stay safe out there okay?”

“You too.” Her eyes met yours with complete sincerity, “I’m not the only one taking a risk here.”

“I know.” Your forehead met hers gently, a world of unspoken words, of silent prayers wrapping around the two of you. Abi’s watch started beeping and she sighed heavily, taking the time to kiss you once more before silencing it.

“Stay outta trouble.” She smiled.

“Try not to break another rib.” You half teased, pulling a soft laugh from her as she pulled open the hotel room door. The faintest whispers of ‘bye’ floating through the air as you watched it swing shut behind her. ___________ Taglist: @charabs @bisexualcrowley @dereksprentiss @natasha-danvers @ineedafinghug @veteranwerewolf95 @billiedeannovak @stardust-galaxies @laurenhope13 @vivis-ghost-wife @imlike-so-gaydude @wannabe-fic-reader @gaylorrds @infiniteoddball @thatesqcrush @altsvu @disneyfan624 @svulife-rl @svushots @gay-ass-bitch @lesbianspacecowboy @delphineecormierr @venablemayfairgoode @whimsicallymad @mysticfalls01 @oliviaswifey @thatgaygiraffesquirrelgirl @cloudymd @swimmingstudentchaos891

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The Marine’s Girl Ch 6

Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut.

It was fortunate for Abi’s troop, but very unfortunate for you that things seemed to be very calmed down out there, or they were just minor injuries that were being treated on sight. It was over a month later when you finally got another interaction that wasn’t through a piece of paper. Not surprisingly, you barely made it into the on call room before your hands were all over each other. The lock got flicked and Abi was on you, pinning you to the wall, her thigh between your legs. Her kiss was fiery, full of passion as her tongue delved into your mouth, rolling against yours with fever. You ground your body down against her thigh, moaning into her mouth at the friction on your clit, your hands scrambling to get the buttons on her shirt undone.

Abi broke the kiss, her lips trailing across your jaw, her hands slipping under your scrub top, swiftly pulling it off and tossing it behind her.

“God I missed you.” She murmured between kisses, you practically whimpered at how husked her voice was, your hips grinding down heavier on her thigh as her lips tickled down your neck.

Your hands finally managed to shove her shirt off her shoulders, it dropped to the floor behind her as she stepped back, letting you off the wall. You chased after her for another kiss while her hands tugged at your pants, by the time the back of your knees hit the bed you were both bare, collapsing down against it.

Abi was quick to straddle you, her pussy landing on your bare thigh while her fingers tickled down your skin. You groaned into her kiss as she pinched at your nipples, your hands mimicking her actions on her own chest. Breaking the kiss with a gasp you threw your head back into the pillow as her fingers swiped through you, briefly circling at your clit before sinking into your pussy. Whining out as they scissored and twisted against your walls, your lips found a home on her neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin, fully ready to leave a mark for her. She moaned out when you flexed your thigh, her hips rolling steadily against it, working herself towards her own peak while she fingered you to yours.

Her breath caught in her throat at a particularly heavy drag of her clit while your teeth sunk into her neck. Her hand picking up it’s speed and intensity within you, curling and tapping with each thrust, rolling her hips into you in the same rhythm. Your arms wrapped around her, cupping at her ass, encouraging her to thrust faster, harder. Her head dropped down in a whimper, her lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking it into her mouth, scraping ever so faintly against it with her teeth. The heat raced through you, your pussy fluttering around her fingers. A quiet string of moans escaped your lips, buying yourself into the crook of her neck as your body began to tremble under hers. Your hands clenched at her skin, thighs shaking around Abi. Her hips began to stutter on your thigh, gasping and panting onto your skin. Your peaks hit at roughly the same instant, small cries bouncing off the walls as your bodies stilled against each other.

“God did I ever fucking miss you.” You muttered, sighing at the feel of Abi’s lips trailing across your shoulder. She mumbled out a laugh, nipping at your skin while your hand caressed at her cheek, pulling her in for a lazy kiss.

You knew you had more time today, lazy breathless kisses while you recovered slightly before pulling as many orgasms as you could from the other. Your fingers and mouths memorized the other’s body, relishing in the taste, humming in satisfaction at the sounds you managed to make them make. It didn’t take long for either of you to be completely exhausted, wrapped into each other, hands idly tracing patterns against skin or playing with hair. Your eyes fluttered shut first, Abi’s steadying heart beat lulling you into a peaceful sleep, though she wasn’t long after you.

The sound of a code going off in the hallway jolted you from your sleep, the sound of footsteps racing through the hall worrying you. While you were technically done your shift, everyone was basically always on call. Leaning over the edge of the cot your hand scrambled for your pants, unravelling the fabric to find your pager. The multiple missed pages caught your eye and you instantly panicked, half stumbling from the bed in an attempt to get redressed while you picked up the phone by the door.

“What…” Abi mumbled from the bed as she rubbed at her eyes and you shushed her. She watched the way your face fell while you had a brief conversation with whomever was on the other end. Hanging up, you came back to the bed, scooping up mixed items of clothing on your way before dropping down beside her, your head in your hands briefly. “What?” She repeated.

“They lost your guy on the table.” You lifted your gaze to hers, “I’m so sorry.” She sighed heavily, pushing herself up to sitting, starting to pull on pieces of clothing.

“I knew it didn’t look good.”

“That’s not all.” You grimaced and she froze in her movements, “…your C.O’s here…he’s looking for you.”

“Fuck!” She shot up from the bed, pulling things on as fast as she could to keep them presentable.

“Just…say someone with a soft spot for the army said it was gonna be a long surgery and offered you an on call room to catch some rest in. We’ve done it before with troops who’ve been on duty for too long.”

“That still won’t keep me completely out of trouble.” She muttered and your heart sank at the worry etched across her face. She quickly checked herself in a mirror before turning back to you, stroking your cheek before kissing you gently, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah.” You mustered up a smile, kissing her chastely once more before she darted from the room.

Abi knew she was going to get reprimanded for this, as the superior officer, she was responsible for that marine the moment they left base until they got back. Obviously, she couldn’t control the extent of his injuries, or what happened on the operating table, but she was still supposed to be the one in the waiting room. The one who was to make the phone call to the family, to their C.O, and to make it worse she knew this Marine had a wife that lived over here with him. Her heart pounding in her chest as she rounded into the waiting room, her chest seized up at the sight of her C.O beside a woman who looked completely broken and empty. His head glanced up at the movement and the look in his eyes was enough to make her gulp, her hands shaking slightly as she approached. She could only hope that she wasn’t about to be stripped of her title. __________ Taglist: @charabs @bisexualcrowley @dereksprentiss @natasha-danvers @ineedafinghug @veteranwerewolf95 @billiedeannovak @stardust-galaxies @laurenhope13 @randomthingssss @vivis-ghost-wife @imlike-so-gaydude @wannabe-fic-reader @gaylorrds @infiniteoddball @thatesqcrush @altsvu @disneyfan624 @gay-ass-bitch @lesbianspacecowboy @delphineecormierr @venablemayfairgoode @whimsicallymad @mysticfalls01 @oliviaswifey @thatgaygiraffesquirrelgirl @cloudymd

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Abigail Borin x fem!Reader

One Shots:

Classified

In For It**

It’s Weird...

Secret Santa

New Year’s Kiss**

Headcanons:

Love Headcanons

Series:

The Marine’s Girl

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The Marine’s Girl Ch 9

Warnings: language, brief angst/talks of war/trauma/injury

Seven.

Seven years was how long it took for Abigail Borin to finally get her life back to somewhat normalcy.

While she stuck it out in South Korea for as long as she could, things ended up going down there that she wasn’t sure she could come back from, not now. She relocated, spending some time back home, her parents very thankful to have her on American soil again, somewhere they deemed much safer than before. Though she knew she couldn’t stay there, getting bored after only a matter of weeks, she started going through the paperwork and pamphlets the Marine’s had given her when she’d handed in her resignation. She needed something that would drive her, feed her passion, make it feel like she was making a difference. Something that was somewhat related to the Marine’s without being so combative, something that her skill set would be related to, and something that definitely would not keep her trapped in an office all day.

Which was how she wound up in Washington working with CGIS. Her experience leading her own platoon in the past helped her rise through the ranks faster than normal, soon securing a few of her own team members to help run investigations. CGIS, as she soon found out, did a lot of work with other units, which she was fine with, it was a way for her to get to know some new people, create almost a new identity for herself in this new city. It was rare she talked about her time in the Marine’s, a lot of it too painful to even want to think about, it was a different world, it felt like it was ages ago, she was nearly a completely different person from the person she’d been in Iraq. And she liked that, she liked having a new persona to fill, she liked being in charge with only someone to report to rather than command her. Things were more relaxed most days, she was able to be more casual, more free and she absolutely loved it. It was the change that she had been searching for, and she was more than ready to welcome it into her life.

A few years into here stint at CGIS, she came across NCIS during an investigation, getting to know their team. It was a bit of a rough warm up, butting heads over jurisdiction, they ended up working together, and they were quick to call one another if a case needed the other’s expertise. Today, she was returning to their offices aside Gibbs, eager to get working on the details for this case, the rest of the team supposedly working the other angle and ready to present research. Gibbs looked around the rather empty office and turned to Ziva, the only agent he could see,

“Where the hell are McGee and DiNozzo?”

“Hospital.” She spun around in her chair, “Tony got bit by one of the guard dogs.” AbI bit back a laugh as Gibbs sighed heavily.

“He okay?”

“They’re in the E.R now, just waiting on a doctor so it can’t be that bad.”

“Call McGee, conference him in here so we can go over what we’re got.”

“On it boss.” She spun back to her desk, giving Abi a soft smile before she did so. Gibbs had given the redhead the promise of coffee, so he lead her off in that direction, knowing they had a small break before breaking down the case.

“Anthony DiNozzo you better have lost a damn limb.” You pulled back the curtain as you spoke, rolling your eyes in a huff at the sight of the smug grin on his face.

“Awe c’mon. I just wanted to see my favourite doctor.” He grinned.

“Yeah well your favourite doctor is a double board certified surgeon who has better things to do than give your dumb ass a row of stitches. A nurse should be doing this.”

“Your bedside manner’s gotten so much better Summers.” He teased and you huffed again, pulling on a pair of gloves, “if a nurse should be doing this why are you even here? Is it cause you can’t resist me?”

“Oh God Tony…” you pushed the anesthetic into his arm without warning him out of spite and he winced slightly, “when NCIS calls asking for a specific doctor, they get what they want. Chief would rather keep up relationships amongst departments, keep things smooth.”

“Yeah well, aside from waiting hours on end for a that plastics guy, you give the best stitches.” He watched as you easily sewed up his wound, your precision impeccable as always. “Besides, Gibbs likes working with you.”

“I’m not exactly working on a case with Gibbs if I’m stitching up one of his agents, am I?” You cocked a brow, a small smile on your face. As annoying as Tony was, the NCIS crew were ones you considered friends since moving to Washington. “You really let a dog get to you?”

“It was vicious!” He defended, “and I was paying attention to the perp anyways.”

“You guys get him?”

“McGee did.” He grumbled.

“He tag along today or do I have to suffer with just your presence?”

“No he’s here.” McGee cut in, pulling open the curtain, “just had to call back into the office, they’re waiting for us once you’re done.”

“Shouldn’t take much longer.” You gave him a warm smile, the more pleasant of the two to deal with. Not that you had an issue with DiNozzo, he was a pain to deal with when he wanted, but he seemed like a good guy otherwise, and honestly, it brought some entertainment to your day.

“You think this’ll scar?” Tony asked and you glanced up at him, pausing at your suturing.

“It shouldn’t…as long as you stop distracting me. Did you want it to?”

“You like men with scars Summers?” He smirked and you snorted.

“Jesus, you never stop do you?”

“He really doesn’t.” McGee cut in with a sigh.

“Can’t say scars are on my turn on or turn off lists DiNozzo, but I can say that my sutures have gotten good enough over the years, and this is superficial enough you won’t be left with one.”

“So that’s a no to drinks tonight then?”

“Tony!” You rolled your eyes, securing the last stitch as you tied it off, “you shouldn’t even be drinking on pain meds.”

“What if I say I won’t take the pain meds?”

“Then I’d say you’re being rather insubordinate. But a couple Tylenol won’t kick you on your ass if you only have two beers.”

“So? What’d’you say?” He smirked again and you turned back to McGee, hope in your eyes.

“He’s not gonna stop.”

“Fine.” You gritted, “Yardhouse, eight p.m. Bring this one and Ziva with you or I’m turning around once I’m in the door.”

“Yes!” He cheered, raising his un-injured had to high five McGee, “a date with Summers!”

“Not a date!” You pointed at him, a stern look on your face, “I’ll have a nurse come discharge you as soon as they can, they’re gonna have to give you a couple more shots too.”

Before he could protest to any of what you’d said, you were on the other side of the curtain and back to what you should’ve been doing. It wasn’t often you worked in the E.R anymore, usually picking up cases when they hit the trauma room, or specific patients who needed your specialty skills of surgery.

It was safe to say you’d made a name for yourself once you’d landed back in the US from Iraq, though, it took some time, it took more than enough time. The effects of everything nearly crushing you before you were actually brave enough to come back to work. Your first day back in a hospital had nearly broken you, despite being on US soil and far away from the war territory, the smells, the sounds, they were all so similar it felt like you were back there, like what happened could happen all over again. You worked hard to get through all of it, thankful for the support that you had, thankful that you were able to put it behind you and move on with your life. Once you’d been able to recommit to work, it became your only passion, focussing on surgery most of the time, but your experience overseas and with a very high level of trauma kept your superiors pulling you back to being a supervisor in the E.R or trauma wings, no matter what your boards said. That was why you’d gone back, doubly certifying yourself in orthopaedics on top of the trauma certification you already held. The injuries were similar enough it wasn’t too much of a struggle to study and learn. While it was definitely a change of pace, the hours were still intense, but your free time now was spent a little lonely, which, you guessed was why you finally said yes to meeting the NCIS team for drinks that night.

True to your word, you met DiNozzo at Yardhouse and eight, and true to his word, McGee and Ziva were both with him. You greeted them with a warm smile, sliding onto the stool as you rid yourself of your bag and coat, knowing that Tony’s eyes were on you, seeing you in your own clothes for once. If it was at the hospital, you were always in scrubs, if you were coming to the NCIS office, you were usually in business casual, though, that was usually more feminine than the scrubs.

As the evening progressed you relaxed, enjoying the time you had with the agents. It wasn’t something you were really used to, a lot of your past was still sealed off, you were still hurting from it and it wasn’t exactly easy to open up about during what was supposed to be a fun night out. None of them even knew you had been overseas, a few of your medical colleagues did, and they constantly pressed you for stories, which is why you hated going out with them. But these three? You were able to pretend you were the less cool one, that you only dealt with medicine while they solved and fought crime. While the occasional gruesome surgery story definitely came up, you weren’t the centre of attention and you loved it.

That night, DiNozzo set his eyes on a woman to take home and you teased him that she would never go for it. He teased you back that you were just jealous, that you just wanted him to fail with her so he’d settle for you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes to Ziva as he sauntered off. As expected, he returned without a phone number and you smirked, telling him to give you a minute. He half expected that you were wingman-ing for him, watching the way the two of you laughed together, throwing glances toward their table while you bought her a shot. It was only when she leaned in, kissing you gently that he realized he’d been bamboozled, you sauntering back to the table to make a quick goodbye and shooting him a wink. You very briefly and casually dated her before it ended with no issue a few weeks later, but it had been worth the fun.

What you hadn’t expected to come from it was an actual, genuine relationship with Tony. He became a tiny bit less of a flirty pretentious idiot and more of an actual friend. Your friendship was based on the two of you going out, mainly to bars while wingman-ing for each other. Not that you needed any help, he was quick to find. You had no issue there, and honestly you weren’t really looking for anything, but the company of having someone to spend time with outside of work helped you. Not to mention, you absolutely lived for the nights where the two of you got to compete for a girl, because ninety percent of the time, you won. And you certainly helped him, his game was much higher whenever the two of you went out. He complained at first that having you around was going to cramp his style, make it look like you were his girlfriend or something but you were very fast to prove him wrong the first couple of nights out. You were also very good at weeding out the ones you knew would be trouble later on, especially if he didn’t call them. It was a bit of a strange relationship, but it worked. It became a sort of a challenge, calling dibs on women as soon as you walked into an establishment so the other couldn’t even try, sometimes you laughed heartily, knowing the woman definitely wasn’t straight, and sometimes you shrugged, she wasn’t your type anyways, so why bother.

It didn’t take McGee long to join in on your fun, he was much more keen to actually listen to what you had to say, taking it all in before starting to even talk to women. As the weeks went on, it turned into you and Ziva sitting at a table watching the two men attempt the best game they could at bars throughout the city. Not that it was some kind of sex fuelled game, a lot of them were just casual dates, maybe ones that would turn into casual relationships, but it was something fun, something to get everyone’s minds off of work.

For the first time in seven years, you finally started to feel normal again.

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