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wench-and-jezebel · 2 years

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NCIS Reaction: Sub Rosa

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts [with (maybe) occasional asides by Jezebel (@typicalopposite)]

Post-episode EDIT: I’m so sorry for the person I become in this reaction, but it’s really not my fault, I swear.

BREAKING NEWS BULLETIN: SNACK UPDATE!!! This evening’s refreshments include: apple soda and ice cream! Ya girl’s eating healthy, for sure.

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Wot!? Normal snack foods 👀 le gasp Wench: 'Tis true. But the flavors Do Not Match, btw. I know this going in Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️ what are the flavors ma’am Wench: Well, apple soda, duh… And mint chocolate chip Jezebel: *typing* Wench: THERE IS A REASON, OKAY?! Jezebel: Meh. Not too bad. The apple soda is still not my cup of tea. ☠️ Wench: It just tastes like apple sparkling fake champagne. The fake bubbly you can get so kids can have champagne without the alcohol? You know what I mean? Jezebel: No ☠️ Wench: Well, anyway. At this point, apple soda is my NCIS reaction drink. Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️ I love it Wench: So I was going to have ice cream as a dessert because I felt like it, and then I was like. Welp. Guess I gotta now. Jezebel: Ah post break up ice cream gorging Wench (simultaneously): I'm not sure it’s fair to stick my personal life into our reactions, but otherwise I'd make a joke about the obligatory show-and-ice-cream-post-break-up binge- Wench (after): Nope. That’s it. It's going in now. Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Wench: Just to clarify for anyone reading this and possibly getting concerned: it was actually quite civil and very mutual, so there’s no actual emotional trauma involved. Indeed, we just spent an hour chatting on the phone post-break-up and we’re still friends. :) Jezebel and I just do dark humor pretty regularly, so it kinda… made sense.

Okay, on to the reaction!

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"Sweet cheeks," huh?

A HAZARD DIAMOND. WAIT, JEZEBEL, PAUSE; I WANNA READ THE THING. I know how to do the thing!!! [lol, okay] SO. Crash course on reading these! Four lil diamonds, right? Red, blue, yellow, white? [yes] Red = flammability; 0 = not at all flammable. Yellow = reactivity; 0 = very stable. Blue = health hazard; 4 = DEADLY!!! And white = specific hazard; I think corrosive is pretty self-explanatory aslkdfj SO. These vats are. Concerning. [Ah! 👀👀👀😂 Well I have been educated in case I ever come across these ☠️]

Please don't spill, please don't spil- WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE CORROSIVE!!!! [Ackkk!]

A body! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE DEADLY!!!!?!?!? [Ack]

MCGEE!!!! I HAVE HEARD SO MUCH!!!! [He hassss arriveddddd]

Kate being mean (affectionate) to Tony... seems to be decently friendly though :)

Spilling seems to be a trend of the episode, I see.

If it's not coffee, wth is it?

HYDROFLUORIC!?!?!? ACK

Oop- sketch date with McGee? That's how Tony flirted with Kate, just saying. And she was trying to throw up on a crime scene too

WAIT! GIBBS/KATE PARALLEL!!! TONY JUST GAVE MCGEE A RULE TO FOLLOW ON HIS FIRST CASE! LAKSDJF;LKAJFDS

McGee's so cute alskdjf He's endearingly awkward

Tony is indeed picking on McGee, I see [😂😂😂😂]

Abbyyyyy, my beloved [You’re going to like ducky’s new assistant when he comes]

Maybe he just had a dolphin-tail birthmark, ever think of that?!?! [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️]

They're tuning out Ducky again :(

MCGEE AND TONY ARE GIVING EACH OTHER ONCE-OVERS!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!?! [Yes]

Poor McGee. He was just trying to help and Gibbs was so mean and for what :(

[Tonyyyy enjoying this] adsflkjadsflkj it was just seeing McGee nose-to-nose with someone and the Thoughts it brought up

"Spec-a-la-tive" is fun pronunciation

"The presence of a woman on a submarine is a tremendous inconvenience" Buddy's sounding like Our Flag Means Death!Frenchie. [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️] “Because women have crystals in their body, and the crystals attract demons, and the demons attract misfortune.” [😂😂😂😂 Kate’s a mermaid]

Gibbs gonna go off?

Gibbs gonna go off.

Gibbs gonna go off!!!!

GIBBS GONNA GO OFF!!!!

Kate has no trust in her superior, holy hell. And stop being a bitch to Tony to make yourself look better, holy hell. I get she was pissed, but. Don't tear down your team to build yourself up.

She's getting practice landing on these carriers alksdjf

[Nope. I’ll just go sip my tea and shave my legs and not go on the submarine]

Wait. WAIT. This means Tony and McGee are on land together. Buddies better work together :)

HOLD UP IS THAT AARON?!!? THAT'S AARON!!! OMG I LOVE HIM!!! (Aaron Pierce from 24)

Betting on submarine pseudo-chicken; did I mention I love Aaron? (or whatever his name is in this) aslkdfj

Abby and Ducky, my beloveds once more

TANDOORI! My man has good taste. [I’ve never had it] My woman (Jezebel) does not have good taste

[I could never. Never. NEVEERRRR. Get on a submarine.] 'Cause you're scared of drowning? Or a different- [Have I told you I’m deathly afraid of the water?] Ah [Yes. Ackkkkk]

WAIT I KNOW THIS DUDE TOO. idk, I can’t focus on filmography rn.

I. would (probably) not wear Abby's collar, this time.

"You getting lonely down there all by yourself, hon?" "Oh, I'm not alone; I'm with Special Agent McGee!"

Tony jealousssss [☠️☠️☠️☠️] "What's she like? She sounds cute." "Not your type... We'll never speak of this again" [☠️☠️☠️☠️ Shessss not your type I am]

This episode summarized: Among Us. NO WAIT LITERALLY; THE ACID LITERALLY LEFT BEHIND A LITTLE HUNK OF MEAT WITH BONE THO

[Well hell the last time I hyperfixated on this show I didn’t write. Lord help me] Whoops :)

[“Iiii gotcha Jimmy” His drawl] I told you I love Aaron!!!

adsflkj the lil periscope

This dude was in The Killing, I think. And a Criminal Minds

Poor Tony

Ducky's bow tie and suspenders are adorable

He and Abby are so cute, plz

HE'S SO CUTE! Ducky, I love you [😂😂😂😂😂]

And Abby actually listens to Ducky

Tony flirting with both the Lieutenant and McGee in the same conversation

ACK!?!?!? PAUSEEEEEE [😂😂😂😂😂] "You don't need my permission to ask her a question... unless you want to ask her out on a date." "No, sir. Not my type." SIR!??!?!?!

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It's time for my midpoint reaction but I warn you now that my mind is swamped by one particular interaction. Gibbs’ rudeness is forgotten; Kate’s bitchiness has been abandoned; Abby and Ducky, while cute, have been momentarily swept aside; and, in their place, only one thing remains…

TONY AND MCGEE, I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

*clears throat* Sorry. I had to say it. Yes, this will be a trend. Yes, it will also likely be somewhat subtle since I know that’s not everyone’s ship. But. Jezebel was right that I’d pick up on this immediately. I will still mostly be focused on writing, characterization, and plot. It's just. Not my fault if the characterization is that Tony is bi as all get out. *shrugs* Whoops. The once-overs. The flirting in exactly --- exactly --- the same way Tony flirts with Kate. The "not my type" conversations. It's incontrovertible, I'm afraid [😂😂😂😂 I love it]

Okay, but, back to the basics… Gibbs standing up for Kate makes me happy, and I did appreciate the continuity in him sending her out of the room to do it; for once, it’s showing that he both a) cares about his team members and b) doesn’t want to say as much in front of them, and this diminishes my previous complaints a bit. I need to start keeping track of who writes/wrote the good episodes, tbh. [iirc he does it for all of them at some point] That’s good. Wish it were more consistent, but I’m happier than I was. [Idk when tho ☠️]

I don't know if there's much more to add, tbh. I had so much to say and then. Welp. McGee. He thwarted all of it with one once-over and a subtle euphemism alksdjf [I think now that McGee is here you will enjoy it all a little more] Judging by things as they stand, I do think I like him a lot. He's rising to join the upper echelon of Tony, Abby, and Ducky, ngl. [Because the banter between Tony and McGee is 😙👌🏼] The “banter”? Is that what they're calling it these days? [😂😂] Y'all, I'm hilarious, btw. Just saying. [I think McGee is the only one still on the show. Maybe ducky too. But idk] Oof. Is. Is Tony dead :( [No 🙂] SICK

With that settled, I’m good to go on.

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Tony looking impressed

THE FONDNESS IN THAT SMILE!!! AND TONY GIVING ANOTHER ONCE-OVER!!!

Yes, Kate, that's why, keep up. [☠️☠️☠️☠️]

“Un-hydrate” I'm using that now

McGee, you're such a rule follower salkdjf That's gonna change [O-kay… McGeestiel]

ALKSDJF;LAKSDJF HE'S SO CUTE "PLAYING FOOTBALL" ALSKDFJALSKDFJA;LSKDFJ;LAKSDFJ;LAKSDFJ I CAN'T TONY, MY BELOVED YOUR HAIR DID NOT SURVIVE BUT I LOVE IT

alskdjf Pause. I. I have so much to say. Fuck. The number of pauses we have to take is directly proportional to the number of interactions between Tony and McGee. [☠️☠️☠️☠️ Yeah, I’m feeling the fics a brewing like indigestion]

I’m just. THEY’RE SO CUTE OKAY. I can't. I can't verbalize this. I'm half-hyperventilating rn because I'm laughing so hard. [😂😂😂😂] I had to pause because my screen was shaking too much. [Oh also you got the first McGeek] Yesssss! McGee looked so endearingly confused He even had a trench coat on, and I kept waiting for him to tilt his head in confusion [😂😂😂😂] I’m in danger. Actually, I'm past in-danger. I'm gone. It's the end. [NEW SHIP UNLOCKED] I. I can't even deny. They're so fucking cute and it's the first episode. [😂😂😂😂 I love it] (To the people who haven't heard me rant about ships before, these are the conversations where my language gets about 50% more foul-mouthed. I don't really use the f-word unless I'm really pissed or squealing over a ship. Hint: I'm not pissed rn.) [😂😂😂😂 isss true. Jezebel confirmed ✔️]

Thompson sus, man. But it's just because of the characters he usually plays, I'm pretty sure.

Oof, juvie kid. Hope his superior didn't just hear that and get angry.

COB be angry

"I make it a practice not making snap judgements" THEY NEED TO LEARN FROM THIS IDEA

Come on, Kate; it's Gibbs. He's aggravating

Miracles are what Abby does, duh.

HE LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE CAS [I KNOW! MY MIND IS DISEASED NOW! For the people not watching, btw, McGee's crouched down in a tan trench coat in exactly the way Cas crouches. It’s spooky similar.]

“Under the bookcase” = secret room plz

YESSSSS SECRET ROOM!!!! SUCCESSFUL PREDICTION: ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED

Oop- an underground activist alskdfj How risque *hand-to-forehead faints*

lkasdjf;lkasdjf;lkasjdflksadjflkasdjf;lkasdjf I'm sorry, but the whale video has me crying [That whales on drugs]

Tony hovering over McGee's shoulder as he MIT-genius-types away at his computer is Dean hovering over Ash's shoulder as he MIT-genius-types away at his computer coded. And Dean looks damn happy about Ash asking him to call him later, so. *wink wink nudge nudge* [😂😂😂 issss very true!!!] (I said I'd be subtle, but I'm being about as subtle as these undertones --- er, sorry. subtext --- have been, so. This is fair, methinks.) [☠️☠️☠️☠️]

For people who didn't go to college at Johns Hopkins like McGee here... Jock + Geek = romcom trope [Yep! Gotta love it]

[Oh look at that… The agents were right. Also. My. Soul. Would. Be. GONE.]

Oop. Kate and Gibbs be a bit close. [GIBBS!]

“Emergency Message: Drew. End message” Take fewer words, why don't you?

Oh, shit. [Well, shit.] Buddy ded. [Yep]

Dishonorably discharged for what??? I wanna knowwwww

Poor Tony. Gibbs hung up on him :( [Shhh he got his lickity boo] Yer not wrong :)

I. Would not. Go back under. I. Do. Not. Trust.

... [Take it away Wench] NOPE. NOPE THAT’S IT. I’M SORRY. I TRIED FOR SUBTLE. BUT THEY GAVE UP ON BEING SUBTLE SO NOW I’M GIVING UP ON BEING SUBTLE BECAUSE OH MY HOLY HELL. I’M JUST GONNA COPY THIS SCRIPT IN, WORD FOR FREAKING WORD, OKAY?!

ABBY: So what's Agent McGee like?TONY: Ah, like most newbies. Quiet, green, gullible.ABBY: Bi.TONY: I don't think so.ABBY: No, Tony, the canister. It has a bi-metal trigger.TONY: Aha. So it's turned on by either...either...what?

[And now Tony’s fumbling] WHEN I TELL YOU. THAT THE BREATH LEFT ME.

I was legit sitting here planning to make a quiet, subtle comment about “oh, Tony, why you acting so awkward about telling Abby what McGee’s like” or something. (Actually, what I sent to Jezebel — right after the initial question — was "He's gonna say: 'Hot'”, and I was two seconds away from putting that joke-and-just-a-joke into the reaction and letting it go.) And then.

AND THEN.

SIR!?!??! HELLO!?!?!?!?!? OH MY FUCKING GOD!?!??! SIR WHY WAS YOUR BRAIN ON THE MAN’S SEXUALITY; PLEASE FREAKING EXPLAIN!????!? I. HELLO!?!?!?? WHAT?!?!?! JUST. lkajsd;lfkajsd;flkajsd;lfkjasd;flkjas;ldkf

Fuck. I- This- I just- AHHHHH!?!?!??!

[You good over there?] NO. [Wait ahhh! This would be the first ship if you wrote for it’s not ooc to write them fun loving and flirty!!! Omg!!] I KNOW!!! I FUCKING KNOW!!! [OMG] I- Fuck. FUCK. [IM SO EXCITED. And by if I mean whennnn cause ma’am I demanddddd] OKAY. PROMPTS ARE OFFICIALLY BEING ACCEPTED! [🙂]

Okay. Okay. I’m done, I think. I just- When Jezebel told me that I’d end up shipping them, I figured she meant behind the scenes. Subtext and- and inferences and stuff. NOT THIS. So I needed a moment. I’m sorry to anyone uninterested; it’s reallyyyy not my fault. Feel free to skim past.

ON WITH THE REACTION.

Tony stuttering is so cute.

Abby: "is Agent McGee cute?" Tony: *Avoids the question* [Awww Abby!]

Kate. I don't think "he was a whacko" counts as evidence.

Bro, why. Wh- Why would you trust the random ice cream delivery? I. Like, making room for the body makes sense. But also. WHY WOULD YOU TRUST IT.

Wait, how tf do they know about the cold thing? How did the message get through; I'm so confused? Wouldn't they have to surface?

Also, the squishing/sloshing noise of the body is killing me

I hope the sarin being released in this way doesn't, you know, affect the ecosystem

alksjfdlkasdjf the ice cream is definitely important

Ooh, I like Gibbs' coat

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This reaction here jumps to the end of the episode for the end reaction because my brain decided to error out. Literally. For reference, the pertinent snippet of our Discord conversation:

So, um. To condense the end into one big reaction is difficult. It would result in a keyboard smash. As you can see in the photo above because, well, that’s what happened. Let me add in the script again.

TONY: Didn't they teach you how to use email at MIT?KATE: You graduated from MIT?GIBBS: And Johns Hopkins.TONY: I didn't tell him.GIBBS: What are you doing here?MCGEE: Oh, I've, ah got a lunch date with Abby.TONY: I gotta see this. I'll take you to her.MCGEE: Thanks.TONY: Thanks what?MCGEE: Tony?TONY: Sir. I already warned you - Abby's not your type.MCGEE: Well, I'd like to find out for myself.TONY: Yeah, listen kid, ah...I don’t wanna hurt your feelings, but you're not exactly Abby's type.MCGEE: I've taken care of that. Remember that urge you were talking about? I went with Mom.KATE: I wonder what he said to make Tony speechless.GIBBS: He told him he got a tat on his ass.

I- AH?!!? I just.

Look.

Tony teasing McGee about his resume. Tony going, “I didn’t tell him” when Gibbs mysteriously knows Mcgee’s resume too. Tony insisting on escorting McGee to meet Abby. Tony insisting that Abby and McGee wouldn’t get along for no reason whatsoever. McGee able to leave Tony — Tony — speechless. I just- Hehh!?!??!?!

I’m sorry, McGee, but you’re not allowed to stay on the show. It’s just… it’s not allowed. This is posing a serious health and safety risk to Reactor Wench of Perdition Reactors and she’s not happy. And Reactor Jezebel has refused to allow her to die, so this isn’t allowed. Repeated breathing-halts can cause health risks.

I’m sooooo sorry to anyone reading this without any interest in this whatsoever, but. Um. It’s really not my fault, okay? I’m a slave to the muse. And the muse… made herself clear. I might return to normal again. Maybe. At some point. [I just ☠️☠️☠️ I love how all the reactions have been super character critical and analyzing deeper meaning. And then he said McGee in the beginning of this one and you were like Ohp… who now !? And you just been gone ever since.] Look, IN MY DEFENSE. I am going to give the deeper analysis too. But when I’m deprived of oxygen, I tend to focus on the cause, ya know? [This is from a very serious series. Where someone was murdered btw] I… don't care. Body? Ugh. Eh. Who cares. Derivative. Jock + Geek = <3? Fascinating. Fresh. Beloved.

“I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here—oh shut up.” - Dean Winchester, re. CSI

😍 - Dean Winchester, re. Dr. Sexy

Translation: repetitive procedural show = blah; repetitive procedural show with Romantic Interactions = amazing. See? It just… It just lifts the show’s quality, you know?

ANYWAY.

On to my usual deeper analysis side of things. Gibbs was decent in this, albeit grouchy. Still not sure what he meant by “that’s not coffee”, though. I thought that maybe he was going to use the pattern of the spill to figure something out about the acid? But they basically forgot about the acid-dead-body-thing as soon as the tattoo was found, so I guess not. Kate was cool — and, btw, her banter has been getting better… her thing with Tony at the end of this episode was kinda sweet, actually, with the “they make you the sub mascot?” “is this your way of saying you missed me?” exchange — and, with the exception of that bit at the beginning (about which I commented above), she continues to rise higher in my estimation. Abby and Ducky are still adored; same with Tony. Shockingly — since nothing about the earlier reaction could possibly have suggested this — McGee has already skyrocketed up there too.

Character ranking, as it stands now, is as follows:

Tony ≈ McGee ≈ Abby ≈ Ducky > Kate ≈ Gibbs (except that Kate is just a touch better than Gibbs due to last episode)

The writing seemed mostly decent! The storyline seemed to mostly hold together — it did kinda annoy me that the acid body just kinda… dropped off the face of the map? But otherwise — and I thought it was pretty well-done overall, actually. [They yeeted the man out in a torpedo ☠️😂] Yes, but it was a valid way to get rid of the gas. Only issue that I see is that it might have ruined the whole, you know, habitat. But I don’t know enough about sarin to be sure one way or the other. And the ice cream was kinda out of nowhere — and not what I’d expect from a sub — but I guess they had vodka, so maybe it’s not completely bizarre. I did like the reveal of why they were eating the ice cream; that was nicely understated, if that makes sense? [To make room for the body?] Yeah. Like, they said it outright, but it was also... dark and quiet in a way most stuff isn't? And delayed; they didn't outright say "oh, we gotta put the body somewhere." They acted like it really was something they didn’t want to talk about. [Yeah that was hilarious.]

Okay, I think that’s a wrap, folks! Sorry for the screeching; this was. Unexpected. See y’all next time (and please stick with us despite me being unhinged)!

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glitteringsunshine · 1 month

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Pairing :

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Reader

( crossover with Madam Secretary)

JETHRO’S POV:

“Good Morning love” I say caressing Y/N’s hair as she lay against my chest.

“ Good morning Darling.” She says grinding against my hardness , gently stroking it .

We kiss as she runs her fingers through my hair.

“ Sweetheart” she says “ we are gonna be late for work.”

“ Well I can be a bit late”, I say getting on top of her, rubbing her clit pushing in my fingers inside her pussy. As she got right at the brink at the edge, I pulled my fingers away ,getting up.

“ gonna be late for work” I smirked.

“ Leroy Jethro Gibbs , you get your cute butt over here right now and fuck me” Y/N fumed.

“ Aren’t you gonna be late for work ?” I grinned

“ Jethro” she groaned. “ Oh Fuck I can be late one day”.

“ Good” I said going down on her and eating her out. I flicked my tongue up and down, lapping up her juices. I sucked on her clit and thrust my tongue in her. “ Ohh fuck. Ohh fuck” she moaned “ Jethro fuck. Yeah on yes. Jethro Oh Jethro” she screamed as she came.

“ Yummy . Such a lovely breakfast” I said as she pulled me up to kiss me. I lined my dick along her pussy , rubbing my tip along her clit. Then rubbing my cock along her pussy a few times I entered her. She pulled me close, wrapping my legs around my waist. I took off her hoodie, well technically mine and nibbled her nipples. This made her clench around my cock as she arched her hips towards me. We both were close. I took her mouth in mine , grabbing her hips and thrusting deep. She came and I followed her. We held each other as we panted against one another.

“ This is a really good morning “ I grinned kissing her forehead.

“ Yep” she giggled as we claimed each other’s lips.

….

Late in the afternoon I saw Y/N walking towards the bullpen.

“ What brings you here love? Miss my cute butt?” I smirked.

“ Jethro” she tried to glare at me, but ended up turning red. “ No silly.” She giggled .” State wants update on the positions of your Navy ships , and the signal intelligence that you have gathered.” “ Though you do have a cute butt.” She chuckled.

“Actually Blake, Jay and Nadine is also here. This is top priority for state . You know keeping the Indian Ocean and the South China sea safe.”

…..

“Reader’s POV:

“ So what do you think is up with boss?”Tony said

“ what?” I asked.

“ He is not grumpy. He is smiling, laughing. I think there’s a woman .” Tony mused.

“ Yeah boss is so cheerful. He is being pretty tolerant to Tony’s nonsense too.” McGee said.

“ You mean less forceful headsmacks?” I chuckled.

“ Less frequent too.” Ziva observed.

“ Maybe it’s the new coffee ?” Palmer mused.

“ Well it still sucks “ I said sipping the bland NCIS coffee.

“ Yeah that’s true” Nick nodded.

“ Maybe it’s the fresh coat of orange paint on the walls” Kate reflected.

“ Can’t be.” Ellie said .” It’s more tackie”.

“ He looks smitten” Jessica commented. “ Maybe it’s a woman only”

“ He looks like a man in love.” Ducky observed.

“ I tell you it’s a woman” Tony nodded. “ Did you see the hickey peaking out from under his collar.”

Shit ,I am responsible for that hickey. Last night in the throes of passion ,I was pretty wild. There’s more than one hickey. Good thing they don’t know that. Atleast mine are hidden by my turtleneck.

“ Well he is really sexy. So hot. Anyone , I mean any woman will love to be with him.” Blake sighed. “ He can get laid anytime he wants.”

I smacked Blake. Well serves him right. Keep your eyes off my Gibbsy.

“ Ouch” he said. “ What was that for?”

Truth was I was jealous when Blake called Gibbs hot and Sexy. I mean I know about how Blake has got a man crush on him . Well Gibbs is hot and sexy , but only I got to call him that.

“ For being stupid. He won’t be smitten with any woman.”

“ So what kind of woman would Gibbs be smitten with. Come on Y/N you read people . Analyse him.”

“ What and get myself smacked in the head.” I joked. “ Probably someone who likes the smell of coffee and sawdust “ I chuckled , knowing fully well how I like that smell on Gibbs.

“ Come on . Let the man be in love without us butting our heads” Nadine said.

“ Now while you are gossiping , I need to get this file signed by him.” “ Maybe I will ask him who’s the woman?” I laughed.

I walked into the Director’s office. Since the director is in a NATO summit , Gibbs is filling in on him.

“ You know you have become the talk of the town” I laughed. “ They think you are so cheerful cause you are in love.”

“ I am in love. I love you Darling.” He said pulling me into his lap.

“ Jethro Rule 12?”

“ Well you work for the State Department so we are okay” he chuckled and kissed me.

“ So it’s okay to make out in the office , I guess” I said laughing.

“ Yep love” he said as he nuzzled at my neck.

“ So be ready around 7 for our Date” he said. “ We are going to the nice little Chinese place that you love so much.

“ Okay. You will go out first , then I will follow. I will walk around a bit before you pick me up. There are trained investigators who are observing you. We don’t want to get caught do we?” I giggled adjusting his collar. “ Ohh hide that Hickey. Tony already noticed it.”

“ I think I like that Hickey on me” he smirked.

….

“Y/N “Nadine said. “ We are all going to grab dinner? You coming.”

“ Nope , got plans tonight “. I said.

“You have applied your favourite wine lipstick, the smoky eyes, you are going for a date aren’t you?”

“ Yep”

“ From your makeup , I figure you are getting laid tonight.”

“ Yep.” I blushed

“ So who’s the mystery guy” Blake asked huddling closer with Nadine so others can’t hear.”

“ Mystery Guy” I chuckled.

“ Don’t forget to use a condom”

“ Nadine!”

“ What just make sure that the Dick inside you is shielded. Just tell him to wrap his willy” she laughed.

“ Maybe you could lose the turtleneck, wear something plunging. I have a spare blouse in my bag”.

“ Can’t Nadine, gonna have to wear the turtleneck “.

“ Why? You mean there are hickies?”

“ I mean this Dick rocks my world and last night he kinda left evidence of it here” I say rubbing my neck and collarbone.

I saw Gibbs walking down the stairs. He looked at me and winked in a way no one else notices. I softly smiled , biting my lips before I start grinning like an idiot.

“ Hey Boss , wanna grab Dinner”. Tony asked.

“ Got plans DiNozzo”

“ Wait Jethro, is that a dress shirt that you are wearing? What’s with a tie?” Ducky asked.

“ Boss ? Is that Cologne ,I am smelling?” Tony asked amused.

Gibbs smirked and made his way to the elevator.

“ I told you it’s a woman” Tony said.

“ Ok guys , while you are speculating on a guy’s love life, I actually got my end of the paperwork done, so off I go, enjoying my love life” I giggled making my way out of the bullpen.”

…

“ I can’t believe you ordered Wine Jethro. I mean you are a total Bourbon and Scotch guy.”

“ Well the wine is for special occasions” he smirked.

“ So what’s the special occasion ?” I asked.

“ You winning the national book critics Circle award”.

“ It’s just an award.”

“ Well I am proud of you love” he said. “ I want to pamper you”.

He pulled me close and taking my hands into his , he gently bushed his lips against my fingers.

“ Btw what’s up with the Cologne.”

“ It’s for you love”.

“ Well I like it. But I do like sawdust and coffee more” I blushed. “ It’s kind of hot”.

He leaned in , taking my lips into his shoving his tongue inside me.

“ Boss, Y/ N” I heard Tony.

“ Guys” I said embarrassed .

“ So you are with Gibbs?” McGee asked surprised.

“ You two are playing tonsil tennis so that means ..”Tony trailed off.

“ That means you are Gibbs’ s woman.” McGee concluded.

“ Yep, guys meet the love of my life” Gibbs said holding me close. “ I Love you Y/N.”

“ Ahh I love you so much” I whispered.

“ Wait that means … he is the Dick that rocks your world”

“ Blake” I warned feeling embarrassed.

“ Wow it’s great .You two are in love.” Abby said excitedly.

“ We had no idea. Right under our noses”Ziva chirped.

“ Well I totally missed the signs. Thinking of it why are you wearing a turtleneck in this weather Y/N.” Kate asked

“ Guys I think we should let the lovers go on with their date. You hold on to her Jethro” Ducky said.

“ I plant to. Forever” Jethro said kissing me on my cheek.

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instantnoooodles · 2 years

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A Driving Force

An ancient ask from an old friend, it came to me in a dream. Viola.

Gibbs x Reader | No use of [Y/n] | 3.2 k | Mentions of Childbirth, swearing, pregnancy, mentions of sex, fluff with little to no angst

Pregnancy has got you ready to throttle your husband.

Nearly eight months pregnant, and you are going to kill someone.

Someone's name is Jethro.

Jethro, who- after your first baby- thought it would be a swell idea to have another (don't get me wrong, he is more than good at making them, it's the labor and the first trimester that does you in.) Jethro, who is at work and not at home making you tea or rubbing your calves, or doing literally anything other than being at work. It's driving you nuts, and your son may as well be training for the baby Olympics. There's no reprieve, not with a heating pad, not with an exercise ball, not with the piss-poor excuse for a nap you'd tried to take, nothing.

So you do what anyone would've done: You drive your ass to his work and give the security guards some vaguely veiled threats to let you up to the bullpen.

And naturally, he's nowhere to be found.

"I am going to kill that man," you grumble, reclining in his chair, leaning your head back, and closing your eyes. Ironically enough, the background noise helps- you feel more relaxed than at home.

The elevator dings, and in comes the trio. (McGee- you assume- is down in the lab. Jethro says he prefers it to fieldwork some days.) And- naturally- they're yelling.

"I had him!"

"You had shit! That dude outran you by miles! He's halfway to Timbuktu right now!"

"Dinozzo-"

"Boss, I am telling you-"

"Dinozzo."

They stop in the bullpen, and you stand, hand over your stomach, and downright glower at your husband. "Leroy."

Tony's face crumples into something like horror, Kate looks like a bomb might go off, and Jet- well, he looks a little south of terrified. As he should.

"Sweetheart," He walks toward you, hands outstretched, and immediately goes in for a gentle peck on the cheek. You swat him away. He frowns comically.

"Your son is driving me up a wall."

"You shouldn't be driving like this," he reaches down and caresses the bump. Damn him and his soft voice. Usually, you only hear it in the comfort of your home, never at work, and maybe that's what melts your resolve of putting up a fight.

You sigh, slouching into him and leaning your head into the crook of his neck. He takes it all in stride, cupping his hand on the back of your head, drawing circles with his thumb on that place where the base of your skull meets your neck. It makes you fall apart like a card tower. You groan- he has the decency not to laugh, just winds his other arm around your waist. "Is he giving you a hard time?" It's asked softly, gently, kindly, with all the warmth of a roaring fire and the bourbon in the basement. This is the Jet that makes you question if he's really an agent.

"He's been kicking my bladder for hours," you groan into his shirt. It smells like sawdust and mint. "You'd think he's training for boot camp in there."

Jethro rubs gently at your waist- Tony and Kate sit quietly at their desks and have the decency to stop arguing. Tony even takes a field trip to God knows where- it makes you smile. "Better or worse than Dani?"

Dani is your nearly five-year-old. A bundle of joy and Jethro's entire world, she has a smile to light up a room.

And a temper to rival Hell, she gets it from her dad, but he handles her well.

You scoff. "Dani didn't take up gymnastics, and if I recall correctly, you missed the first eight hours of my labor."

"Twenty more to go- didn't miss much." You smack him gently on the back, and he only chuckles and continues to rub the muscles of your hips and neck. "You damn near broke my hand."

"Twenty-eight hours of labor, Jethro. You're lucky I didn't break every bone in your body and shoot you." He mumbles something like 'touche', and you stand in silence for a moment. Jet quietly says 'here' and untangles himself from you (you nearly kill him) until he spins around. Facing your back and winding his arms around to your stomach, he reaches underneath your bump, intertwines his fingers, and lifts.

You come this close to moaning in the middle of NCIS headquarters.

Jet started doing this sometime towards the end of the second trimester when your bump became less of that and more like a mound. (These days, it feels more like a mountain.) The muscles in your abdomen relax, and the relief is instantaneous. Your head lols back onto his shoulder, and you kiss the underside of his jaw. "Thank you."

It comes out in a whisper, but he gets the idea and returns the gesture to your forehead. "'Course sweetheart," And then you just stand there. It could be hours- it could be seconds. Realistically, it was probably closer to ten minutes. Jethro is strong, despite his age and his appearance. If you asked him he could probably do this for another hour and then some. Come to think- he'd do anything you asked him to. And you'd do the same, quite frankly, but right now- right now this is plenty.

Jethro releases the weight of your baby boy slowly, oh-so-gently and it nearly makes you sob (damn pregnancy hormones) and hugs you from the side, careful not to undo the release he's just given you. You peck his cheek, leaning into the embrace, and close your eyes.

And then water splashes down your leg, down your pants, and onto a puddle in the NCIS bullpen.

Motherfucker.

Echoed both in your head and out loud by your husband, Tony chooses this perfect moment to come barreling into the room. "Boss, we got something- oh shit."

"Dinozzo, go get my car," and Jet hurls the keys at Tony's head. Tony, with all his goofiness and jokes, makes none about the situation and beelines for the staircase, Kate hot on his heels.

Contraction number one hits with full speed, nearly taking you to your knees, and Jet hugs you around your waist, keeping you from collapsing and yanking the phone from his back pocket. "If the nurse doesn't give me an epidural this time, you have my full permission to shoot them."

"Yes ma'am," he says, throwing the phone onto his desk. You don't see what he's done with it, you're too busy trying to stand.

The contraction fades, you rise, and Jethro rises with you. "You're early."

"Dani was three weeks early," you breathe deeply through your nose and out through your mouth.

"This is nearly four."

"Well, then, Jet, get a damn move on." And move he does. He makes sure you're standing steady first, before flying behind his desk to grab a bag. You do a double take. "You keep the hospital bag in your office?"

He gives you a quick peck on the cheek, slinging the bag over his shoulder and guiding you toward the elevator. "Been with me for two months now, sweetheart."

You're going to sob.

Jet's gentle hand on your elbow and back gets you both to the elevator in one piece. An agent- you don't know who- is standing there as the doors ding open. Jethro gives him a look that could freeze over hell as he turns around to ask what floor, and the mystery agent steps out.

You poke the 'G' button as another contraction punches through you. Jet gets you to lean against the cool metal wall as the elevator begins to move, and you grip his forearm tight. You're not swearing, not yet, just breathing deeply, but at this rate, you'll be calling the doctor a fuckwad the minute you walk through the hospital doors.

Tony and Kate (bless their hearts) have the car running right out of the elevator in the parking garage. Tony reaches for your arm to help you in but a sharp, "Hands off my wife, DiNozzo!" Stops him dead in his tracks. Kate steps in as Jet throws the bag in the backseat. He opens the passenger door while Kate leads you.

"You're gonna do great, call us when the baby's here, and we'll handle the case, Gibbs." The last part is directed toward your husband, who takes your other forearm as you sit gingerly in the car.

He drives like Jethro. Which is to say: Like a maniac.

You don't complain, even if it feels like you're in the middle of a police chase. He cuts the fifteen-minute drive to the hospital in half, skidding to a halt in front of the maternity wing, and barely remembers to turn off the car before reaching behind him to snag the bag and half-carry you to the doors. You can hardly blink before they've got you in a room, changed into a hospital gown, and are telling you to push.

Mike Leroy Gibbs' labor clocks in at a whopping two hours.

It's a very painful two hours. Jet may have threatened several doctors and nurses to give you an epidural (who complies, you don't know the details and you don't want to.) They whisk him away to check vitals and clean him up, though Jet also threatens to maim or seriously injure someone if Mike isn't in your arms in fifteen minutes.

He's returned rather quickly (you have a feeling you'll have to do damage control when you give a shit.) And he is the cutest bundle of warm brown hair and the brightest blue eyes you ever did see.

You don't let Jethro hold him for something close to an hour, you damn near fall asleep with him on your chest for a little while, but with a soft, "Jet, look at your son." He takes him

Jethro is pretty quiet while he holds him- he was the same with Dani, awestruck by her existence and speechless. He coos at Mike, who's fast asleep, and sways him gently back and forth. He sits down, the armchair pulled as close to your hospital bed as it can get, with one hand cradling your son and the other holding your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the meat of your thumb.

(You crushed his forearm during labor. Not literally, Jethro is still injury free, but there will be bruises in a few days. He knows how sore you are though, and if he wasn't occupied with his new son, you'd be sure he'd be giving you a massage. He was just as good- if not miles better- than when you gave birth to Dani. He was on a case, deep cover, and didn't get the phone call from Ducky or the hospital until you were well into labor. Ducky's phone call was far more urgent- Gibbs drove at least forty over to get to you.)

"Jet, I gotta call Donovan, he still has two more days with Dani-"

"Already taken care of sweetheart."

You're going to melt. Absolutely dissolve into a pile of lovey-dovey goo. "Thank you."

He brings your hand to his lips to kiss each of your knuckles. "He's on his way, your brother drives slower than I do-"

"Jethro, everyone drives slower than you."

The corner of his lips twitch upward at that, and he doesn't argue.

The room is... nice. It's the only way to describe it. You feed Mike, and Jet is respectful and goes to find you OJ while you do it. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable, hun. Figured you could just use some time with him, skin to skin."

Yeah, you're gonna cry.

You actually do, while he's away and Mike has finished. It's not sad tears, they're definitely happy. When Jethro comes back he seems to know it, you don't even have to say anything, he just sits on the side of the bed, curls an arm behind your shoulders, and pets your hair. There are kisses laid atop your head, and he rubs your bicep. He whispers in his soft voice, the one you're so used to hearing that when you visit him at work his 'Boss' tone makes you do a double take. (Is it hot? Absolutely. But there's nothing quite like the quiet tone he uses when he asks if you're ready for bed.)

You sniffle, Mike shifts in your arms as Jethro wipes a tear and a series of gentle knocks at the door sound through your hospital room. One, two, three, four, five, heads poke through the sliver in the open door. "Boss? Can we come in?"

Gibbs looks to you for permission before answering. You nod and smile softly, and he beckons to the agents. Abby and Kate file in first, closely followed by Tim, then Ducky, who holds the door open for Tony, who's carrying two huge plastic bags filled with something that smells magical.

Abby gives you the first hug, careful to avoid your newborn, she wraps an arm around your shoulder while Jethro untangles himself from you to help Tony. ("Did ya buy enough for the whole wing, Dinozzo?")

Kate comes in next, taking Abby's place with a hug around your shoulder. You share grins, and she asks you how the labor was- the conversation is easy and nice. (Everyone knows how bad Dani's labor was. You've come into the office a few times a month, usually with coffee or breakfast, or-hell, even dinner for your husband and his crew when the nights turn long. You used to come in once a week during the first trimester. You and Gibbs would be in the NCIS bathroom with your head in a toilet, hair held back, and circles rubbed on your shoulders. Those were rough days.)

"Do you wanna hold him?"

Kate looks a little dumbstruck. Ducky and Tim are giving her encouraging glances, grinning ear to ear. "Y-you're sure?"

You smile up at her, readjust, and hold Mike out. "Make sure to support his head, arm under his neck, keep the blanket- there you go." Kate kinda giggles- a breathy laugh escapes as she turns toward Gibbs and grins wide. He smiles back- then wider to you- and winks. To this day, it still gives you butterflies.

Kate moves around the room- pacing in circles, bounces your son in the crook of her elbow, and quietly talks with Ducky. Tim comes in for a small hug. "Congrats, Mrs. Gibbs. You feel alright?"

You scoff and pull him in with both arms. "I'm exhausted- I think Jet threatened someone for an epidural."

You give him a peck on the cheek as he steps back, unfolding himself. Tim blushes pink and smiles. "Anything I can do? Food? Clothes?" You nearly start crying again. "I make a mean quiche, waffles too- Abby's can vouch for me-"

You laugh (Jethro's eyes light up at the sound, Tony notices.) "That sounds wonderful, Tim. Thank you, I mean it."

He smiles, genuine, and you get the feeling sometimes Tony and Kate are a little hard on him. Then you remember how they rallied when he was in the hospital from a gunshot wound, and all those thoughts fade away.

"McGee! Get over here!" Tony yells from across the room, gesturing with a plastic knife.

Kate comes over to hand back Mike, but you gesture to Ducky. "Go ahead, Duck. I'm sure you've had your fair share of holding babies, don't make me lecture you."

Ducky smile kindly (everyone seems to be smiling lately, and as cheesy as it sounds, it makes you happy. The my-heart-hurts-with-happiness way. You think the work is thankful, but even that seems too small of a word for what you feel.) Kate hands Mike over, carefully, slowly- his head fits neatly into the palm of her hand, where it waits until Ducky re-settles the blanket over him.

Duckys' a natural- he sways with Mike and regals him with PG versions of his cases. Mike, sleepy and half-conscious, wiggles out of the blanket and wraps one of his teeny-tiny hands around the doctor's fingers. Abby and Kate coo and fold the blanket back over your son. They wiggle their own fingers at him, but Mike stays sound asleep, shifting minutely in Ducky's arms.

Tony comes in next for a one-armed, light hug. (You suspect Jet is behind that- you pull him in all the same. )

"Gibbs mentioned you were hungry," he gestures to the small table ladened with takeout boxes. "Said you were craving pasta."

You pull him back for another, tighter hug, gifting him with a peck on the cheek too, "Thank you, Tony, that's really sweet of you."

He blushes lightly, with a smug sort of look on his face. "You guys can keep the leftovers- McGee's idea."

You give his hand a squeeze instead of words, but he seems to get the idea, winking and holding up your shoulders while you sit up as Jet brings a plate over. He doesn't chastise Tony for his hand placement or the still-visible blush painted across his neck and cheeks, but you're more focused on the heavenly-smelling, rich, and sauce-loaded noodles being presented to you.

You groan. "You are a saint, hun. Thank you." You grab the plate and fork with eager hands. Tony laughs and meanders off to grab a plate of his own while Jet sits on the side of your bed. He's got his own plate- carefully portioned and balanced on one knee as he catches a noodle falling off your fork and nearly onto the sheets.

"Thanks," you reply with a mouthful, but it comes out more like a grunt. Jet gets the message anyway, smiling down at you. You're more at an even height now that you're sitting up, and you watch cheerfully as Ducky looks to you for permission to pass Mike to Abby.

Tim and Kate are chatting quietly. They look over at you and Jet once and a while. (You get the sneaky suspicion you won't have to cook or do chores in the house for months.) Tony is still ladling noodles onto his plate, and you watch as he hands a similar one to Ducky.

You didn't notice when they first entered- or maybe she was hiding it- but there's a little (not-so-little) bag sitting at Abby's feet as she takes Mike oh-so-gently from Ducky. You guess it might be something black- it'll contrast with his eyes, and you giggle internally at the thought. Abby sways over to Tony, rocking Mike in her arms- you think Tony calls him Giblet Number Two, and you roll your eyes playfully.

It hits you suddenly how happy you are, nearly knocks you breathless as you watch everyone crowd around Abby as Mike opens his eyes. This is... wonderful. You don't have words for it: you have everything you can ask for and more, and Jethro seems to read your mind (as always.) He reaches down to squeeze your free hand, looking sideways through his eyelashes. "I'm proud of you, sweetheart."

You smile tearily at him. "I know."

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sillyguycenteral · 7 months

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Late to the rescue- NCIS!Gibbs x teen!Reader (platonic!!)

really short and first thing I've written and posted! :)

Gibbs was going to murder you, your prayers and calls both went unanswered. This was a nightmare devised by only the cruelest of cruel gods or maybe you were some sick bastard in your past life and this was a sick sort of revenge for your past misdeeds. You cursed Kate,Abby,Tony,Mcgee, and even Ducky as you glanced back down at your contact list. There was only one person left, who most likely wouldn’t pick up the phone but was your only shot of making it to school on time.

Still cursing out your traitorous semi co-workers you selected the dreaded contact and waited to be sent to voicemail. “Kid, shouldn’t you be at school by now?”

“GIBBS! OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR PICKING UP!” If anyone else had picked up you would have blown what was left of their eardrums, but the Gods weren’t that cruel and your savior picked up instead.

“Kid, why aren’t you at school? And don’t make me ask for a third time, neither of us want that.”

“Ok, so you know how when I left this morning I was like “no, no, no, I don’t wanna make you late for work and it’s fine I can call someone and then they can pick me up.” and then you were all like “Whatever, as long as you get to school on time blah blah blah.”

You could feel the sigh leave his body before you could hear it.

“ I did not say “Whatever, as long as you get to school on time-" "Blah, blah, blah, don’t forget that part Gibbs, it’s very important to the story.”

“Anyway as I was saying before you butted in, I called literally everyone in my contact list to beg for a ride and now I’m wondering how far are you from the house?”

The silence was deafening, you even had to double check that he hadn’t abandoned you in your hour of need for an easier morning, but this was Gibbs.

“How far have you walked?” Your turn to fall silent, lying to Gibbs was fun in the moment but always ended up with you taking coffee orders for the rest of the week or not even being allowed in the office. As you weigh either option of telling your surrogate father that no, you have not in fact started walking it hadn’t even occurred to you that you could do that, you heard another resigned sigh.

“If I come back to get you and you're still in your pajamas I’m making you run coffee for Tony for the rest of the month. Am I clear?”

“Crystal clear sir.” your mock sault probably wouldn’t have gone over too well in person but thankfully this was a phone call. The call ended as fast as it had begun, and now you were left with less than 5 minutes to change into your school clothes before Gibbs came back.

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thatgenericwriter · 2 years

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The kiss of death

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x fem! reader

Summary: This takes place during season 2 episode 22. The reader is Tony's girlfriend and is the one who opens the letter and inhales some of the y-pestis (a.k.a the plague).

Warnings: swearing and a lil angst if you squint really hard (mostly just worried Tony)

P.s. they are in a few different places during this episode and I've decided to label the new places in bold and separate them with "....."

In the NCIS building

The ding of the elevator makes you and Tony pull apart.

Smirking he looks down at me, "Wow. I get to see my girlfriend before work and get to kiss her?! Must be my lucky day."

Flicking him on the forehead I tell him not to get used to it as we walk out of the elevator and towards his desk. "I just happened to have some extra time before work today and thought I could come say hi to my favorite person."

Speaking of my favorite person, I hear Kate call my name from her desk. I start walking faster and I can hear Tony grumbling from behind me about how my favorite person out of all the people he works with is Kate.

Kate waits infront of her desk, arms open and waiting for me. I get to her and practically jump into her arms. We sway back and forth as Tony scoffs, setting his things down.

"I've missed you so much! Dealing with Tony everyday is hard without you." I say as we peel ourselves away from each other. Kate opens her mouth to reply only to be interrupted by a deep voice from behind me.

"Well if it isn't my lucky day." Gasping I turn around only to be met with a smirking Gibbs.

"Gibbs!" I practically yell as I run into his arms. Gibbs and I have grown close over the past few years. We bonded over our love for boats and our shared "hatred" for Tony.

"Hey there kiddo." He says with a little chuckle, "What are you doing here?" I reluctantly pull away from his warm arms and point beside me towards Tony's desk.

"I'm visiting with this loser before I go to work." I hear Tony scoff and I turn towards his desk. He has a pouty look on his face and his arms are crossed over his chest defensively.

"You know I'm just kidding Tony." I say as I walk over to his desk and sit on the edge of it. Putting his hand over mine he pulls me down and gives me a light peck on my lips.

He leans back in his chair while smirking at me. "Yeah I know. I just wanted another kiss."

That earned him another flick to his forehead and an eye roll. I turn my head towards McGee as he sorts through the mail.

"Whatcha got there McGoober?" Tony asks as McGee takes a letter from the pile and shows us. The back is facing us and I can see that it is sealed with a kiss. Literally, there is red lipstick in she shape of lips on the seal.

McGee reads who it's addressed to, "It's addressed to'NCIS Special Agent'." Everyone looks over at me.

I raise my hands in defense, "I was not the one who sent that." I look over at Tony and smirk. "But I will be finding out who is sending letters to my boyfriend." I hop off of the desk and walk the short distance to where McGee is standing.

He holds the letter above his head and effectively out of my reach. "How do we know that this is for Tony?" He asks looking around the room. We all give him deadpan looks. "Fine." He finally says giving to letter to me.

I turn around to Tony again. "Let's see who your secret admirer is." I say tauntingly as I rip open one of the short sides of the letter. I see a little bit of dust, and not thinking much about it, blow it off.

I see Tony's smile drop. I look around at everyone else, and they all have shocked and worried faces.

"Hey honey." I turn back around to look at Tony, "Why don't we put the envelope right here on my desk. Okay?"

I nod a little and place it down gently on the desk. I can hear Gibbs shouting at everyone to evacuate and Kate calling the emergency people.

"Come here." Tony pulls me around to the side off his desk and unscrews a water bottle lid that Kate had thrown to us. "I need you to tip your head over this trash can for a second." He coaxed me over gently. I do as I'm told and I can feel him pour the water on my hair tying to rise it out a little.

I hear Gibbs call for us to get moving and Tony rings my hair out and lifts my head up. I look at him through the tears that are welding up in my eyes. "I'm so sorry." I tell him as some tears escape my eyes.

"Hey now, none of that. It wasn't your fault." He wipes some of my tears away. "Right now we need to go to the showers and clean you off really good." He takes my hand and leads me to the showers.

.....

In the showers

I had refused to get in a separate shower than Tony. Even though the space is cramped and there are no doors to any of the stalls, I didn't want to leave his side.

The others where trying to make me feel better by stating all of the different, harmless, things that the dust could be. But I stayed silent, just standing there letting Tony wash me down from head to toe.

"Did you hear McGee babe? Anything alive would have been killed by going through the post office." Tony says as he rinses my hair out one last time.

Their conversation make me feel a little bit better. But the icing on the cake is hearing Gibbs say, "Even so, I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch who sent that."

I smile a bit looking up at Tony. Knowing that it was probably nothing and I should relax a little.

.....

In autopsy

We had just gotten our blood drawn by Ducky and we are now sitting on some of the autopsy tables waiting for the Bethesda agents to come pick up Tony and I. We were the only ones who definitely breathed in some of the powder.

Ducky was more concerned for me, considering I was the one who opened the letter. He wasn't the only one concerned for me though. Gibbs was trying to convince Ducky to let him leave and find out who sent the letter, McGee was continuously apologizing to me for giving me the letter, and Kate was trying to reassure me that it was most likely nothing to worry about.

Tony was the most concerned, he would not leave my side (not that I minded) or stop asking me how I was feeling. I was getting a little annoyed at answering all of his questions, even though I had already told him I was feeling fine. As I opened my mouth to go off on him, I hear the doors open behind me. I turn around to see people in gas masks and orange jumpsuits coming through.

Tony hopped off of the table offering his hand to me. "Welp it's time for us to go." He says while helping me hop off of the table. Slinging his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his side he looked over at the agents waiting for them to lead us out.

Ducky was giving them our blood samples when I heard Kate sneeze again. The Bethesda agents and Ducky looked over at her in concern.

"What?" She asks looking at their faces, "Oh come on guys it's just a cold." One of the agents looked over at her and shook his head at her.

"You are more susceptible to airborne pathogens." He gestures for her to stand up, "You will have to come with us as well."

Kate looked at Gibbs in disbelief, silently asking him to say they were wrong. But all he did was nod his head twords where Tony and I are standing and telling her to go. She got up reluctantly and started to follow us as we left to go to Bethesda.

.....

At Bethesda

We are all standing in a hallway. The guys that brought us here said that the doctor would be around soon.

'I hope he gets here soon. Kate won't stop sneezing and I'm not feeling good.'

Tony wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. "Kate could you aim your sneezes away from us." I glance over at Kate and if looks could kill, Tony would be 6 feet under.

Before Kate could strangle Tony to death, a doctor walked up to us. I could feel Tony's grip on me get tighter as the doctor got closer to us.

After talking to him for a few minutes, which was more of Kate and him flirting that anything, he lead us to a big room. It had a smaller "room" that had all glass walls and ceiling. There were four beds lined up against one of the glass walls, and each one had its own blue light hanging over it.

We walk through the doors and meet our nurse, Emma. She gives us our pills we have to take and I already know that Tony is going to make a stupid joke.

"Prophylaxis is a measure taken for the prevention of disease, Tony." Kate says after he laughed at the name.

"That's why I use them." Tony retorts back, making our nurse laugh. I see Kate glance at me and Tony scoots closer to me.

"Oh." Nurse Emma says quietly looking me up and down. "Um, anyways you can choose any of the beds."

Tony starts to follow Kate to the opposite end of the room where the last 2 beds are. I start to follow but the room starts to spin a little. I catch myself on the end of the first bed and try to regain my balance.

Nurse Emma grabs my other arm and helps me sit on the edge of the bed. The commotion caught everyone's attention and Tony rushes back over to me.

He cups my face and asks me what's wrong. "It's nothing Tony the room just started to spin a little. I'm fine." I try to give him my most serious face so he'll stop worrying about me.

"Just try to rest for a little while." Dr. Brad suggest to me. I nod my head in response and lay down on the bed facing Tony.

"I'll be right here when you wake up okay?" I nod at him and close my eyes.

.....

I slowly start to wake up to the sound of Tony and Kate talking quietly. I start to turn and look over at them when I suddenly start to violently cough.

Dr. Brad and Nurse Emma come running into the room, while Tony hurries over to my bed.

"Tony we need you to stand back!" I hear Dr. Brad say. Nurse Emma tries to keep Tony back while Dr. Brad starts to hook up machines to me.

I can hardly focus on what is going on around me. My lungs feel like they are on fire and I can't stop coughing. I'm sweating and fighting to get air back in my lungs. Dr. Brad puts a breathing tube on me and instructs me to try and take deep breaths.

After a few minutes my breathing is back to normal. Tony is sitting on Kate's bed talking to Nurse Emma. Dr. Brad is standing next to me writing on his clipboard.

"What do I have?" I croak out turning my head to look at him. He glances over at Tony and leans down next to me. "Pneumonic plague." He says gently.

So many questions run through my head but the only one I ask is, "Does Tony have it?" Dr. Brad shakes his head slowly, "You were the only one whose blood came back positive."

I let out the breath of air I was holding and nod my head slowly. "Good. I would hate for them to suffer because of me." Dr. Brad smiles at me through his mask before patting my hand and walking towards the doors.

Nurse Emma gives Tony and Kate masks. Kate puts hers on but Tony hesitates. "Do it Tony." I say through small coughs. He looks at me and nods his head, putting the mask on.

Nurse Emma tells them to follow her out of the room, but Tony refuses to leave. I see them start to argue before passing out.

.....

"(Y/N). (Y/N) wake up!" I gasp and sit up quickly, a little too quickly. I start to cough aggressively again. I hear a slapping sound and see Tony rubbing the back of his head.

"You could have woken her up in a better way." Gibbs says as he crouches next to me. I start to breathe normally again and lay back down.

"H-hey Gibbs." I croak out through my heavy breaths. He leans in close and whispers in my ear, "You are not going to die. You hear me." I let out a few wheezes and nod my head.

"Good." He kisses my forehead and stands up to leave. I watch him walk away before turning my head towards Tony. He has some tears in his eyes but is smiling at me.

"Scoot over." I listen to him and make room. He lays down beside me and holds me close. I still feel like shit but at least I know I get to spend the rest of my life with Tony.

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Author's Note:

Is the ending kind of rushed? Yes. Am I going to fix it? No. I also know that I have not posted in a very long time (sorry) but now my school is out for the summer and I am planning on writing a lot more fics so stay tuned!!

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