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[chiefdirector]

Have you done a list about Being Best Friends with Ziva? If not, I'd enjoy that!

Being besties with Ziva would include…

I’d say that you both work together as I’d imagine it that you would be the most welcoming of her to NCIS

Kate’s death did hurt, and it still does, but you know that it wasn’t Ziva’s fault.

So you take her out for coffee during a slow period in the bullpen (you snuck some work onto Dinozzo’s desk)

She initially didn’t want to open up to you but found that with time she could confide her thoughts and feelings

This eventually grew to a strong bond between you two

At least once a morn the pair of you will have a sleepover. You each have a bottle of wine, you would bring crappy movies (this is how she caught up with Tony’s constant movie quotes and references) and she would normally cook some Israeli food for you two

Every once and a whole Abby would also join but it was usually just you two

During these evenings you’d discuss everything that had been on your minds

Coffee breaks became ritual for weekends also. Every free Sunday, you would meet in a cafe in between your apartments and people watch.

Ziva loves that she can just be quiet with you. That she doesn’t have to talk. She just likes to exist by your side.

Ziva tried to help your dating life along, she will set you up on blind dates - she does stop after a while, especially since one went disastrously bad

In return, you tease her about being in love with Tony

Your friendship with Ziva is like no other, she does not trust many people, but she chose to trust you. And there isn’t a day that she isn’t grateful that she did.

[television-overload]

Hey!

If you have time, have you ever written about Engaged Part 2...I'd like to see what Tony's bargain was with God. Was it to get Ziva home safe and he would be a better man for her, one who would be worthy of her? What was it!

No pressure! Family and school come first of course ;)

Ooh, I have not. I know Season 9 is far away but this does sound like a good basis for one of my Tiva in Every Episode fics, for when I get that far into the show. It has been a while since I've seen that specific episode, but I'm definitely taking note of this and will tag you when I get to it! Or if I sense it's taking too long, I'll try to get a fic out there separately!

[panelshowsource]

🫂 Joe, have a teapot! Have a bloody teapot! requested by @happygirl-0408

Bonus:

[specialagentlokitty]

Tony DiNozzo x reader - stay with you

I was wondering if you could please write something about NCIS. Perhaps Tony helps you..his girlfriend or what he hopes could be a potential girlfriend... fall asleep as he found out the reader has been having bad insomnia for the past 4 nights and maybe at most you've gotten 3 hours of sleep a night since Friday night but now it's Monday night and enough is enough - @happygirl-0408 💜

Tony had a huge flirt, everybody knew that, and so did you because he spent most of his time flirting with you.

Which meant he also spent a lot of time admiring you, and being near you.

So when he noticed a huge dip in your energy, how snappy you were and how drained you seemed to be he immediately became worried.

Sitting across from you, he watched as you patted around your desk, seemingly lost in your own world or unable to focus on what you were doing.

You finally grabbed your up and picked it up, bringing it to your mouth before you stopped a looked in it with a sigh.

“Want a coffee?” You asked.

“No, I’m good thanks.”

Tony watched as you slowly stood, bumping into your desk.

“Alright thats it.”

Walking over, he took your cup and set it down, easing you back into your seat.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked.

“Huh? Nothing.”

Tony frowned.

“That is the fifth coffee you’ve had in the past hour, you’re hardly paying attention and you just walked into your desk.”

“Sometimes people walk into things DiNozzo..” you grumbled.

“I have known you for nearly five years and you have never, ever, walked into that desk.”

You glanced at him before immediately looking away, and he caught the redness of your eyes.

It clicked pretty quickly after that.

“When was the last time you slept?”

You shrugged a little.

“Not long ago.”

“When?”

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t know three… four days maybe…”

“Jesus Christ, why? Why haven’t you slept? Why did you come in?”

“Cause I got bored of sitting in bed trying to sleep.” You snapped.

He looked at his watch before grabbing your bag and jacket, turning your computer screen off.

“It’s that time anyway, come on.”

“Where?”

Tony held your jacket out for you.

“Just come on, did you drive here? Please tell me for the love of everything you didn’t.”

“I’m not that stupid, I got a cab.”

He nodded, helping you into your jacket before walking you to the elevator, swinging his keys from his finger.

Despite you asking again and again he refused to tell you what he was planning, and you were just to tired to push it any further.

He helped you into his car, and drove you to your apartment, helping you inside.

“Right, go change.”

He walked away and you padded to the bedroom, throwing yourself in the bed again.

You could hear the bath running, and soon Tony came through and looked at you.

“If you choose what to sleep in I’m choosing for you.”

You grumbled a little, burying your face into the pillow.

“I warned you.”

Tony wasn’t actually going to rummage through your draws, but he knew you liked to hang up your hoodies and sweatpants in the wardrobe, so that’s where he went.

“I’m not getting anything else, here.”

He dropped them on you and left the room, letting you gather the rest of your clothes and you padded into the bathroom.

He had run you a hot bath, and filled it with bubbles.

“Have a bath, I’ll figure something out for dinner, then we’ll watch some of those horrible films you love so much.”

You laughed weakly, and nodded, closing the door as he left the bathroom and you happily climbed into the hot water.

It eased some of the tension in your muscles, and it was relaxing, but still not enough to sleep.

But true to his word Tony made you a light dinner, then he covered you in a blanket and got you to lay down.

He sat in front of you on the floor, silently, hoping you would sleep but you wouldn’t.

With a sigh, he got up, lifted your head and sat down, putting a pillow on his lap then resting your head on it, gently messaging your head.

“You need to sleep..” he whispered.

“Don’t leave..” you mumbled.

Tony smile a little.

“I won’t I promise, just try sleep.”

You nodded and closed your eyes.

Tony didn’t know if you were going to sleep, but he would sleep on your couch until he was sure you had slept enough

[loudlooks]

Day 11 - Sundress season

30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone/unrelated stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit

A/N: Tiva, bullpen nonsense

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: "looks like sundress season's come early"

Word count: 388

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After fifteen minutes of listening to the lawyer ramble on incessantly, Tony moved the phone receiver away from his ear and pinched the bridge of his nose. His dislike for lawyers wasn’t quite on Gibbs’ level, but it was getting there. He turned his chair ninety degrees to glare at McGee, for no other reason than to take his misery out on someone, and unfortunately for McGee, he was the only one present.

At the ding of the elevator, and McGee’s refusal to so much as acknowledge him, he swiveled his chair back and steeled his nerves to return to the one-sided conversation over the phone. The infinite stream of legalese hadn’t let up, and he stifled a groan. Pulling the top drawer of his desk open with more force than necessary, he rummaged around looking for nothing more than an outlet for his frustration.

His hearing zoned in on Ziva’s footsteps coming from the elevator. They sounded distinctly different, making him frown and zone out the lawyer’s babbling.

“Good morning,” Ziva said cheerfully, smiling widely as McGee replied.

Tony did a double take, looked her up and down, and ended the phone call with an urgent, “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

He leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head, as he watched her sandal-clad feet and bare legs disappear behind her desk, drawing his focus to the rest of her. The loose fitting cardigan that covered her purple sundress hid more from view than he liked. His gaze slowly traveled upwards, from the glinting star of David and her slender neck, to her deliciously red lips and chocolate brown eyes that crinkled at the corners.

She met his gaze, a tempting smile on her scrumptious lips.

Without an ounce of guilt at ogling her in the middle of the bullpen, he grinned. “Looks like sundress season has come early.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Noooo, just wishing it was sundress season all year around.”

McGee looked away from his screen, and said, “I thought you liked sweater weather?”

Tony held Ziva’s gaze, and said, “It is possible to like both rib eye and tenderloin, Timmy.”

Ziva scrunched up her face. “Did you just compare me to a piece of meat?”

“Well,” Tony said with a devilish smile,” you certainly look good enough to eat.”

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Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @indestinatus, @happygirl-0408

[indestinatus]

I'm pickin' up good vibrations

summary: Ziva didn’t care for Tony invading her apartment on the weekend. But she really did care when he started messing with the remote controls and had no clue that they were connected to the vibrating panties she was currently wearing.

NSFW (please check the tags!)

tagging: @pro-bee @benedettabeby @television-overload @hopeless-nostalgiac @loudlooks @happygirl-0408 @irish-trish @putthekettleon @slippery-soapbox @earanemith @corneliastan13 @wanna-be-bold @delicatefalice + whoever wants to be added (let me know!)

read it on ao3

[heresthefanfiction]

"And who are you?" "Special Agent Carolyn Gibbs. Pleasure to meet you."

Tagging:

@untestedtheory @themaradwrites @happygirl-0408 @clarasmoon

[earanemith]

Get to Know me Ask Game1

Thank you for the tag @television-overload

Currently reading: mainly old NCIS fanfics, couple of comfort captainSwan ones. Currently watching: x-files for the first time. Planning to also start an NCIS rewatch. Mainly to prepare to make video's again.

Currently obsessed with: For sure NCIS/Tiva. When Cote left I mostly stopped watching. Still haven't watched her come back episodes. And slowly got more into the Once Upon a Time fandom. Now I am back with a vengance!!

I'll tag if you guys haven't been tagged yet: @happygirl-0408 @benedettabeby @tony-love-ziva @tonysziva @loudlooks And anyone ellse who wants!

[chiefdirector]

I'm new to whumptober...is November or December happier? Lol!

I don’t particularly partake in any December or November challenges. I do however tend to write more fluff after Whumptober! My asks and requests are open so if you wanted I would highly encourage to do that!!

[chiefdirector]

I'd like to see one the lists about what it would be like to be ziva's bestie. Maybe you work at ncis but in another capacity...like office worker...not necessarily an agent.

I just finished your previous request, so I kinda added the working at NCIS at the start xx

[chiefdirector]

Being married to Jethro Gibbs would include…

Jethro has been married many times,

those marriages have not always been successful

but now, after heartbreak and tragic endings, he is at a point in his life where he wants to put an effort into his future as he know he won't live forever but he will at least be around for a little while longer.

marrying you was that insurance

I think the marriage would be most successful if you also worked at NCIS, as then you would not only understand the hours that he works but also match them somewhat

It would allow him and you to bond over things inside the workspalce as well as out,

and if you were on the MCRT alongside him, you two would be incredibly in sync

Tony would often make fun of it but would be stopped by wither Ziva or Gibbs himself.

He would always bring you a coffee when he got himself one.

but that would not stop him from moaning about how much sugar and milk you pile into it

Tony once switched your coffee for his, Jethro had never given the silent treatment like it.

Speaking of treatment... jethro surely knows how to look after you, both in work and out ;););) if you get what I mean.

Over all though, a marriage to Gibbs is a trying one, with moments harder than you could ever imagine. But it is also one of the ost regarding marriages you could ever hope for.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Negan x reader - celebrations

Hello! I see u asked for some requests. Perhaps celebrating a birthday with Negan when everyone else forgot because they all were busy? Thanks in advance! - @happygirl-0408 💜

You didn’t have long to work, you had been doing this all day, but between sneaking around from the other savours, to trying to gather everything you needed it was hard.

But you were nearly done, maybe it wasn’t the best, you didn’t exactly have all the perfect ingredients but you had the basics.

You quickly rushed from your room to the other one, setting down the plate as carefully as possible.

Pulling out a box of matches, you set them down next to it, along with a very old and slightly broken box.

Again, it wasn’t the best, but it worked.

You quickly ran out room as you heard on your walkie that Negan and a few others had come back, and you made your way back into your own room.

You began to wash everything, drying and putting all the dishes away back where they had come from.

Sitting in your chair, you kicked your feet up on the table, turning your TV on.

You weren’t sure if it was going to be linked back to you, but you were doing your do everything you could to make sure it seemed like you hadn’t left the room all day.

You weren’t sure how he was going to react, if you were sure that he was going to be happy, you would’ve done it in person, but you didn’t want to be there if it pissed him off.

You grabbed your iPod and put your headphones in, picking up a book so you didn’t have to listen to the chatter on the walkie.

You hummed along to the music, happily enjoying the peace that you had.

You were lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the knocking at your door, the calling of your name on the walkie, or the fact that your door was even opened.

“Do you think it’s funny to be ignoring everybody?” Negan snapped.

He stopped, finding you in the chair, reading peacefully.

You had music playing that loudly that he could hear it from the door.

Stepping further in, he closed it, leaning against it as he just watched you with a little smirk on his lips.

You were known as the more ruthless of his saviours, you had no quarrels in killing, or taking what you needed.

You ran a small but strong crew, and though you were ruthless you were always merciful to those that deserved it.

You were humming softly along to the song, not noticing he was there.

Negan looked around, picking up a bouncy ball you had on your desk, he tossed it on the floor, watching as it bounced back up, hitting your arm.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You hissed.

You slammed the book closed, taking your earphones out as you snapped your gaze to him.

Quickly you got up, getting down on your knee.

“Shit Negan I’m so sorry, I.. I didn’t know it was you.”

“Stand up.”

You quickly did as the man said, and he walked around your room, inspecting a few things that he came across.

“What did you do all day?”

“I uh… huh?” You asked confused.

“Well, we’ve been out all day. You’ve been inside, what did you do the whole time we were gone?”

You furrowed your brows a little in confusion.

“Not much, I slept, rested like the doctor told me.”

He hummed a little bit.

“But you didn’t go see the good doctor now did you (Y/N), not today.”

“I didn’t see the point in wasting time, he said just rest and it’ll heal fine.”

Negan walked over and you let him, not moving as he took your wrist, rolling up your shirt to see the dirtied and bloodied bandage.

You were cut by Michonne while protecting Negan, and it went pretty deep, you were lucky you still had an arm.

“You lying little fucker, you haven’t been to him in a long while.” Negan said lowly.

You tried to pull your arm back but he wouldn’t let you, he unwrapped the bandage, letting it fall to the floor.

“You tell me the truth this time, how did you rip your stitches, and who fixed them?”

You sighed heavily.

“I ripped them trying to shoot my gun, target practice. Went absolutely shit by the way, I didn’t hit one can. I fixed them, well, attempted to, I’m also not the best medic out there.”

“Doctor, now.” He growled.

“Negan it’s fine.”

The look he gave you made you quickly rush over to the door, heading down to medical so you could get your stitches fixed.

Negan stood next to you, watching carefully, tapping Lucille against the floor and it made you nervous.

You didn’t like it when he just watched, because you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

“Right, this time don’t try shooting until I give you the all clear, and you must see me daily or that will get infected.”

You sighed.

“Fine.”

You pushed yourself from the bed, making your way to the door, hands stuffed inside your pockets.

Negan followed after you, whistling slightly.

“Happy now?” You grumbled.

He carried on whistling, walking in front of you to make you stop.

“Follow me.”

He tapped Lucille on his shoulder, and that made your nerves pick even more, but you kept a poker face, not showing it.

You noticed where he was taking you, and you said nothing.

Negan swung the door to his room and gestured in so you walked in.

He walked in and closed the door, standing in front of him.

“Any idea how those got there?”

“No sir.”

Negan sighed heavily.

“Are we really going to go through this whole lying thing again (Y/N)? You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

Negan pulled a sheet of paper out his pocket, showing your name, your number and what you had taken.

“Crap…”

“So it was you!” Negan smirked.

You sighed, running a hand over your hair and you nodded.

“Yeah, okay, it was me. I didn’t know if you would be pissed or not so I just left it there for you.”

“Why?”

“Cause I remember you saying your birthday was around this time, everybody knows, everybody else seemed to have forgotten. Nobody deserves to have their own birthday forgotten Negan, especially not now.”

Negan nodded his head, setting Lucille down and he walked over to the table.

He pulled a chair out for you, letting you sit down first before he sat down as well.

“If we’re gonna do this we’re doin’ it right, that means you gotta sing.”

“Oh no, hell nah. I ain’t singing.”

“It’s my birthday, you have to sing.”

You narrowed your eyes at him a little which made him grin a little wider.

“You weasel.” You said.

“Ah, ah, remember who you’re speaking to honey, I’m still your leader.”

You stick your middle finger up at him and took the matches so you could light the candle next to the cake.

“I couldn’t find any good ones, and I didn’t want to ruin your cake with this one.”

“Just sing, let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.”

Negan leant back in his chair, smirking from ear to ear as you began to sing happy birthday to him, and when you were finished he blew out the candle.

Then he laughed.

“Shit, if I knew you were really gonna sing I would’ve gotten a camera.”

“You mean I didn’t have to?”

“Nah, I just wanted to see if you would.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him again.

“I’ll get you back for this, now open the present.”

He chuckled, grabbing the box he took the lid off it, he reached inside and pulled out a small wooden figure.

He carefully examined it, then pulled out the other item which was some barbed wire.

“I noticed Lucille was looking a little chipped, thought you could use some spare in case.”

He hummed, setting it down, and he picked up the wooden figure again.

“This me?”

“Yup. Took a long freaking time too.”

Negan smirked, leaning forward a little.

“Aw, so you think about me (Y/N)?” He teased.

You swore at him again, leaning back in your chair.

You didn’t say anything else to him, he got up, walking over somewhere and he came back.

He put a fork into cake, trying a little.

“Damn, this is good.”

“Thanks, I used to be a baker.”

Negan put the fork back into the cake, holding his hand under it and he walked over, holding it out to you.

You looked at him confused, but you knew he wasn’t going to back away so you opened your mouth, letting him feed you some of the cake.

You hummed a little, shrugging your shoulders.

“Not the best I’ve made but it’s decent.”

Negan set the fork down, holding his hand out, and you took your so he could pull you up.

He placed a hand on the side of your neck, running his thumb along your jaw.

He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and he smiled softly at you.

“Thank you, really. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome… asshole…”

“Oh you’re really pushing it now, you know that?”

You grinned a little up at Negan.

“You wouldn’t do shit, you’d miss me too much. I’m the only entertainment in this crap fest.”

“Yeah, damn right you are hot shot.”

You sat back down and he smirked at you, sitting down as he carefully watched you.

Negan picked up the sculpture you had made for him, looking at every small intricate detail you had carved in the wood.

He could tell you took time and dedication to make it, adding everything from the detail in his jacket to the barbed wire on the bat.

Carefully setting it on the table, he glanced back at you as you watched something on his tv.

He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in so long, sometimes he’d forget that it was a thing, it was easy to do in these times.

But you didn’t.

Out of everybody, it was you that remembered him mentioning it in a drunk night meeting.

You had been preparing this, planning this for months, and it solidified his reasoning for trusting you.

You were his right hand for a reason, he would put his very life in his hands knowing you would keep it safe.

He turned to the tv.

“When’s your birthday?”

You looked at him before turning back to the Tv, resting your hand on the table.

“(Y/B/D). I don’t celebrate though.”

Negan nodded his head, copying what you did with your hand, and he pat yours a couple of times.

“Well, sucks for you I guess, we’re celebrating this year.”

[chiefdirector]

Bullets and Broken Glass | G Callen | NCIS: Los Angeles

No.26: Curse

Callen knew from a young age that some people were meant to be alone, that some were forever cursed to solitude, that some people did not deserve to be loved. For a long time he thought that he was one of those people.

And then he met her.

Agent (Y/N) (L/N) crashed into his life with a series of bullets and broken glass. She was on an undercover operation, sent in from the NCIS basis in Washington D.C, nobody in the L.A office knew that she was here. Hetty had a field day talking to Vance about her presence and her abrupt gatecrashing of their own operation.

It didn't take long for Callen to know he wanted her on his team; it also didn't take long to convince her Los Angeles wasn't so bad. Despite his reliance on his partnership with Sam, Callen always cherished the days where he ended up with her in the field instead. It took him months to realise that the ease and trust he felt with her was something more than a professional friendship.

He had never truly be in love before, so much so he didn't even clock onto the feeling until he found himself wrecked by another nightmare and he found himself driving to her apartment, craving her presence. He also did not realise that he confessed his love for her at her doorstep not even twenty minutes after.

Callen hadn't expected to have the pieces of his life fall into place shortly after. Everything started to make sense; he did not believe in fate, but even he would acknowledge that something greater was at play to send something so divine to him.

He should've known that it wouldn't have lasted forever.

He lost her the same way he had found her, with bullets and broken glass. Nobody had expected the operation to go wrong, the building was meant to have been abandoned weeks ago; they were just scoping out the place to see if anything valuable had been left behind.

They were right, the building was deserted, but the neighbouring rooftop was not. The glass window next the the staircase gave the sniper a clear and direct view to (Y/N). Nobody noticed the red dot hovering on the back of her head until she crumpled to the ground. She died before she hit the floor.

It took a few moments for Callen to notice that she hadn't dodged the attack. He had assumed she had dove for shelter when the gunshot fired. As soon as he clocked on to what had happened, he rushed to her side, pulling her body into his as if that would bring her back.

The crunching of the glass around him caused him to lift his head away from her. Sam, Kensi, and Deeks all stood there, looks of pity on their faces. Callen looked down at her again, not letting himself believe what had happened.

Eventually the M.E came and took her body away. Sam took Callen back to the office and they both sat in silence. It took a while, but he stood up again and moved to the locker room where he stripped out of his ruined clothes and into the showers where he washed her blood from his skin.

Callen stood under the water for a while. He couldn't help but blame himself. He could not love anything without it being destroyed. Maybe if he hadn't of loved her then she would have lived. Deep down he knew that her death had nothing to do with him, but as his thoughts circled on the diamond ring he had planned to give her this evening, Callen couldn't help but feel cursed.

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[chiefdirector]

Warehouse Blues | Jethro Gibbs | NCIS

No.10 (alt.12): abandoned

Working for NCIS came with risks, every federal agent, Naval or not, knew that. They were well aware of what kind of life they were giving up to help protect their country. The knowledge that something bad could happen always lingered in the back of every agent's mind. The realisation, however, sometimes never really registered.

The thoughts would ring out Well I'm careful, this would never happen to me. But it could, and it does. (Y/N), if she wasn't in so much pain, would laugh at her naivety. It was only twenty-five minutes ago that she was thinking about her plans for the evening, and whether or not she could convince Jethro to join her for a drink after work.

Despite rule twelve, Gibbs and (Y/N) had been dating for a while. It had gone swimmingly until it hadn't. The last few weeks had been tense, they ignored each other in the mornings and only just spoke when necessary during working hours. (Y/N) couldn't even remember what had caused such tension between them, she wished she had apologised now.

She had been assigned to survey a warehouse, it had long since been abandoned but Gibbs, with the evidence found by Abby, thought that the suspect they were hunting may be hiding out here. It had taken three days, and she was almost about to call it quits, before the suspect had shown up. However, instead of being alone like it had been predicted, the suspect had turned up with a hostage in tow.

(Y/N) quickly shot a text to the rest of the MCRT before rushing the building, following the suspect through the entrance that he used. The warehouse was even more desolate inside than it had orginially presented.

The pipes on the wall were rusted and leaking mysterious fluid on to the ground. The main lights no longer worked She had tried to be as stealthy as possible but the chirp of her phone's low battery alarm had revealed her position.

The suspect shot bullets rapidly and maniacally in her direction, hitting anything and everything that he could. One had lodged in her vest, knocking her to the ground. In the mania, the hostage managed to slip away, leaving only (Y/N) and her attacker left.

Still stunned for the shock of the bullet being lodged in her vest, (Y/N) was powerless as the suspect stalked over to her. By the time she felt like she could move again, he had already taken his stance over top of her, gun pointed directly at her head.

"You shouldn't have followed me, Agent." He said, moving his hand quickly, pulling the trigger simultaneously. The metal missed the vest and lodged itself into her left shoulder and her thigh.

The pain was burning hot. The shock temporarily blinded her; by the time she had the strength to open her eyes, the suspect had already left, leaving her by herself.

She tentatively lifted her right hand up to her wounded arm. The blood flowed quickly and freely. (Y/N) tried to lift herself up but failed as pain in her leg reminded her of her other wound. She crumpled into herself as she fell.

(Y/N) took a deep breath to calm herself, trying to invoke her NCIS training. Focus on the next step: survive. She knew that she wasnt getting out of her alone, she needed help. She needed Gibbs.

Febly, she took her phone out of her pocket and pressed the power button. She waited for the screen to light up. It didn't. She tried again, and again, and again. Nothing.

With what little energy she had left, she launched her phone at the wall. The little device a reminder of what help she could no longer get. With the phone gone, all she could do now was wait; wait and hope that her team would find her. Hope that Jethro wouldn't abandon her completely.

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[chiefdirector]

Loss | Leroy Jethro Gibbs | NCIS

No.31: Crying

Jethro was a strong man.

He didnt winge or moan when times got tough. He got on with the work he had to do and he did it without complaint. He couldnt change an outcome of a situation that had already passed so he didn't tend to dwell on the matter any longer than he had too.

Instead he would go down to his basements and channel any residual feelings he had into something productive such as whatever wooden thing he was building this time. Sure, the NCIS mandated therapist correctly accused him of running away from his feelings, but if he ignored them long enough then eventually disappear.

Or at least they usually did.

When he had gotten home, and the thoughts of (Y/N) started to swirl through his mind once again he stood trudged down the worn stairs to the basement. The bones of the boat he was building sat there expectantly. Instead of starting work, he moved over to the bench pushed against the fair wall where he kept a half empty bottle of something.

He didn't bother getting a glass. I just grabbed the bottle and sank down against the wall. It was cool against his back, he couldn't feel it grounding him to reality, but that was the last place he wanted to be so he took a swig from the bottle. And then another. And another.

He could have finished the bottle but he pulled it away from his lips when he felt wetness pool in his eyes. He dropped the bottle letting the glass clatter against the ground and the liquid seep out. He couldn't care less though, it was only a bottle, he could buy another. Well he could if he ever pulled himself out of this basement.

if it was up to him he would rot down here. He had lost so much, most of the time he could ignore it, but it was moments like this did he wish that he could let the world consume him. But it couldn't, and it wouldn't. So he would sit here and let the silent tears stream.

He could always ignore his feelings in the morning.

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Stalkers and Scribes | Leroy Jethro Gibbs | NCIS

No. 12: sacrifice

Gibbs,

I know that this isn't the most conventional means but then again this is not the most conventional circumstance and you are not the most conventional man. I needed to ensure that you got this and that only you got it.

From the start, this case did not settle right with me; something about the people he chose to take were strange there was no rhyme or reason. Just an authority figure of some form. It was only a few nights ago that I had pieced together the blatant clues linking these people together. The first was the marine, he was to get our attention. Next was a grocer, another a receptionist, another a garbage man, and so on and forth but you already knew that. These people saw hundreds of people during their working week and yet all of them saw me also.

Forgive me for not noticing sooner.

Since then, i have been more observant of my whereabouts. There was one face, one name that kept appearing: Daniel Walker-Roberts. He was someone I used to know, it does not matter how anymore. All you need to know is that this man is beyond help and I know how to find him, you have your gut feelings and I have mine.

It's too late for me, a small sacrifice it the midst of everything bad in the world, that's the way it is. But it isn't too late for him. Gte him the help he needs.

Even though it is against the rules, I just wanted to apologise, for all the trouble and hardship this case has caused; all the trouble and hardship I have caused. I know I wasn't always the easiest agent to manage.

Although I am in hardly the position to ask, please make sure they remember me for the person I was and not for the way that I will die. And please, find him before Daniel before he hurts anyone else.

All my love

Yours,

(Y/N) (L/N)

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Gibbs placed down the letter on the desk, resting his glasses on top. It had taken a while for it to come through the post, long enough for them to already have found her body in the woods. It was mangled, beaten, and torn. But even in her death did she help him, at least now he had a name, someone to punish, someone to pay for the horrors inflicted.

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