#jethro gibbs x daughter reader

[catlynhoss05]

Donut 🍩 Debacle

*Oaklynn's 9 months & crawling*

Oaklynn: *quietly crawls across the bullpen, pulls herself up to get Tony's donut* *sits down & starts eating donut*

Gibbs: *watches his baby girl with a big smile on his face*

Tony: *goes to grab said donut* Hey, where's my donut?

McGee: Uh, Tony. *points down at Oaklynn who's covered in frosting*

Tony: You're lucky you're cute *laughs*

[cas-kingdom]

The Night Shift

A/N: First NCIS fic! Decided to keep my OC's name instead of reader as I'm pretty attached to her.

If you're alone on V Day, here's some Gibbs. <3

Title: The Night Shift

Summary: What's worse than a sick Gibbs? A sick mini Gibbs.

Words: 2568

It was two am, and Emmie Gibbs was tired.

She wrinkled her nose as something tickled at it and sat up to reach for the packet of tissues sitting dutifully by the pillow.

It was two am, and Emmie Gibbs was sick and tired.

Tony, the shit-stirrer that he was, leaned precariously back in his swivel chair to stare at her. If it weren’t for the squeak of the chair itself, she still would have noticed his sudden attention by the feeling of his eyes boring into her for perhaps the tenth time since they’d set up camp in the NCIS building about five hours ago. He was relentless.

Emmie paused. Tissue wedged in her nose, sinuses burning, she looked up and stared at him. Tony rose an eyebrow. Emmie hardened her stare. Tony, because he was Tony, purposefully leaned further back so she could see the exact moment he dramatically cupped a hand to his stupid little mouth and—

“Giiibbs!”

Emmie’s jaw tensed. Tony grinned in superfluous victory.

Another squeak, a more familiar one this time, and Gibbs’s swivel chair glided along the carpeted floor around the divider between the cubicles until he could see Emmie. She was still sitting up, looking quite the sight with a tissue halfway up her right nostril and her hair sticking at all angles. On any other day she would have responded to Tony’s pure gall by glaring him straight into the ground. But today was not that day. Today was a bad day. Today, her week-long, just-about-bearable cold had decided to manifest into sinusitis, and she’d woken with a face that felt as though tiny little men were mining for gold in her skull. Ducky had liked that metaphor.

Partly because she was absolutely awful at caring for herself when she was ill, and partly—mostly—because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on work if she was left to fend for herself at home, Gibbs had dragged Emmie into the office with him. She’d made her rounds all day—curled up on Abby’s little couch at first, then bundled off to an empty room when Abby found working in silence too impossible. At lunchtime, a meeting had been scheduled in the room, and she’d been forced to accompany Gibbs and Tony in the car to a naval base connected to the case they were working on, sniffling and groaning in the back seat like a Victorian child on her death bed.

And here she was now, at two a bloody m, lying on an ungodly amount of blankets, wrapped in Gibbs’s jacket and Tony’s hoodie, on the floor, feeling like her body was readying to explode. Life couldn’t get worse.

Unless you were acquainted with Tony DiNozzo. In which case, life could, and most certainly would, get worse.

Gibbs dipped his head and rose an eyebrow at Emmie. Emmie couldn’t do much in her defence but sniff. Hard. A slight protest only she had the guts to attempt. It was when he pointed a finger at her and motioned with it for her to lie down again that Emmie tossed her arms up.

“Do you know—” Another sniff—“Do you even know how hard it is to lie down and feel your sinuses drain into your throat?” Her voice was so nasally she couldn’t sound stern, even if she put every ounce of effort into it.

Tony, naturally, did not try hard to cover his amusement at that. He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, spinning from side to side absently in his chair with the tip of his tongue held between his smirking lips when Emmie turned narrowed eyes on him.

“I was getting a tissue, FYI,” she said to him and only him. “So, you can stop being a kiss ass, Anthony.”

“Emmie.” Gibbs disappeared behind the divider again. “Back to sleep.”

Tony, meanwhile, gaped. “Kiss ass who?”

Emmie ignored him and shuffled back down again. She shut her eyes and swallowed. Already the disgusting stuff had decided the place it wanted to be right now was her stomach, and was meandering slowly down her throat towards it.

“You were being a bit of a kiss ass,” she heard Gibbs agree.

“Oh, come on. You said you wanted her to sleep!”

“Yeah, and I do.”

“But you’re gonna call me a kiss ass when I tell you she’s not sleeping? Kiss my ass.”

“What was that?”

“Sorry, Boss.”

In all honesty, there was nothing more that Emmie wanted least right now than to sleep. True, she was exhausted, but the part of her brain not currently still enshrouded in said exhaustion wanted to be up and active again, helping Gibbs with the case like her internship allowed.

And yet, the man still believed she needed her head on a pillow.

The team had been working on a case all day, one she didn’t know the specifics of. It wasn’t exactly often that they stayed in the office well into the night to continue their current case, but it appeared Gibbs had a weird feeling about this one. From the snippets of conversation that she’d picked up and actually retained in her decrepit brain, a potential witness was lying unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere, and Gibbs wanted to speak to him the moment he woke up, which, according to the doctors, could be at any time. That apparently required the entire team to stay behind which, considering the fact Emmie was currently holed up on the floor of Ziva’s empty cubicle, not everyone had complied with.

The moment Tony got out of his chair to help Gibbs with something and disappeared from her line of sight, Emmie eased herself into a sitting position once more. She reached for the tissues again, rubbing at her leaking nose with the sleeve of Gibbs’s jacket and not possessing the brain power to regret that decision. She blew into a tissue, paused to catch her breath, then—

“Gibbs.”

Emmie deflated completely. Wow. The world truly hated her today.

She looked up to see McGee walking in with a bag of takeout. He barely glanced at her as he passed, choosing to instead spend that energy alerting Gibbs to the fact she was, again, not lying down.

Before either Tony or Gibbs could come into view once more, Emmie sighed, stuck two bits of tissue in both nostrils, and scooted backwards to sit against the wall.

“Can’t breathe lying down,” she said before anyone could say a single word. “And I’m tired of being tired. I don’t want to sleep anymore. Leave me alone. Don’t talk to me. Shush.”

Tony’s head appeared around the corner, and he snorted again. Then the squeak of Gibbs’s chair as he got up. A rustling. A moment later he appeared with a takeout box in his hand, walking towards her. He lifted it so she could see, and she groaned, shaking her head. A corner of Gibbs’s mouth lifted but he wasn’t about to back down on this fight. He never did.

He knelt in front of her, close enough to see the pallidness of her face and the slight sickly tremble of her small frame. Emmie visibly relaxed when he reached out a hand to press against her forehead, the coolness of his skin momentarily dowsing the heat of hers.

Gibbs checked the watch at his wrist. “Another couple hours and you can dose up again.”

“Thanks.”

“Yep. ‘Till then…” He went to withdraw his hand, but Emmie’s own hand shot up and pinned his to her forehead.

“No,” she said simply.

“No to my hand leaving, or food?”

“No.”

“You gotta eat. You know the drill. Eat or sleep.” She grumbled something and Gibbs reached with his free hand to lift the lid on the box. The smell of warm chicken soup filled the space between them, and Emmie wrinkled her nose. “Come on, kiddo. It’s only soup.”

“I feel too sick to eat.”

“Sleep it is, then.”

“Dad—”

“Hey. The cure for alll Emmie-related illness is sleep. Always has been, always will be.” It was true. Gibbs knew his daughter better than she knew herself, after all. Everyone was different, but Emmie’s medicine was sleep until she could look him in the eye and confidently tell him she felt a bit better. If years of being a single parent had taught him anything, it was that.

With a bit of reluctance, he pulled his hand from her head and leant forward on his toes. “You don’t have to lie down to sleep,” he told her. “Here—” Emmie wasn’t quite sure what he was doing with the pillows and blankets behind her, but when he sat back and she turned as much as her aching neck would allow, there was a nice little DIY upright-bed against the wall. Gibbs, seemingly proud of his work, was met with a look of absolute discontent on his daughter’s face.

He puffed his cheeks out and glanced at the soup. “Aeroplane?”

“Seriously?” Emmie deadpanned.

He reached for the spoon, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. “Worked when you were a kid.”

“There’re a few keywords in that sentence, Dad. Are you trying to give Tony more fuel to embarrass me?”

Gibbs glanced over his shoulder. Tony had returned to his desk, leaning dangerously back in his chair to gain the best vantage point. The man had absolutely zero shame.

Gibbs jerked his head. “Check with the hospital about Lupin, would you, DiNozzo?”

Tony visibly deflated. Emmie sent him a smug look and he stuck his tongue out. Reluctantly, he wheeled back to his desk and picked up the phone. “Do this, DiNozzo, do that, DiNozzo,” he grumbled to himself. “Oh, while you’re at it, why don’t you polish my boots and write a thesis on my intellectual prowess, DiNozzo? Sure, I’ll get right on it, Boss!” He dialled the number and put the phone to his ear. “Should I get your laundry and your coffee too, Boss? Should I do—hi, there! Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS, calling for an update on a patient? Ryan Lupin. Yeah, I’ll hold. Thanks.”

“Dad.” Such an exasperated voice could only belong to the resident invalid, and after only a second’s hesitation, Tony—slowly—wheeled himself back, as far as the cord to the phone still held against his ear would allow. Emmie and Gibbs were still on the floor, the former looking most disgruntled at the spoon in the latter’s hand.

“I’m being serious,” she said then.

“So am I,” Gibbs said, “very serious. I’m being very serious right now. Soup?”

Emmie rolled her eyes, but a smile was pulling at her lips all the same. She shook her head. “Go back to your desk, old man.”

Tony’s brows shot up and he grinned. “Oohoohoo!” He was close to rubbing his hands together in sheer glee. “You gonna let her get away with that, Boss?”

“Lupin, DiNozzo.”

“I’m on hold!” The fact that Gibbs made no sign that he was going to pick his daughter up on her insult, when Tony knew that if he’d been the one to call his boss elderly he’d be getting a bit more than a slap to the back of the head, hit a sore spot. “Wait,” he said, looking hilariously appalled, “you’re actually gonna let her get away with it?”

Gibbs, defeated in this part only, dropped the spoon back in the box and put it on the desk. “I’ve been called worse,” he called back, “believe me.”

“Grandpa,” Emmie said.

“Thank you, Em, that’s very helpful.”

“Ninnyhammer, pillock, douche canoe, old man—”

“You already said that one.” Gibbs chuckled. “Douche canoe?”

Emmie shrugged. “Dunderhead.”

“Alright.”

“Ugly…nut.”

“Jemima.”

McGee, who’d since been silently working and eating at his desk, paused. Mouth open, forkful of noodles on its way, he turned confused eyes to the ground.

“Her name’s Jemima?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “How long you been here McGee?”

As soon as Emmie looked the slightest bit like she was about to resume her name-calling, Gibbs put his palm over her mouth. He rose a brow in warning. She blinked. Blinked again. Then—

“Aw, come on!” Gibbs’s face contorted into one of absolute disgust as a rush of air and wet stuff flew at his hand. He withdrew it immediately, holding it away from him, while Emmie sniffed and nonchalantly used the jacket sleeve again.

“You little crapbag.” It was the best he could come up with.

“What? You think I plan my sneezes?”

Tony, up until now quite enjoying the performance, rolled quickly back to the desk with the phone at his ear. “Hi, yeah, I’m still here.”

Gibbs stood and walked briskly to his desk so he could grab the stack of napkins the takeout had come with. “I don’t doubt anything when it comes to you.”

“Thank you.” Emmie rubbed at her red eyes with her hand and slumped against the back of the wall. Gibbs, coating his hands with sanitizer, watched with a knowing eye. He shook his hands and walked back around to Ziva’s cubicle, perching on the desk to look down at her.

“You’re sick,” he said.

“I know. And?”

“And, sick people eat soup, and they sleep. Okay? They don’t stay up at all hours of the night—nooo, no, no. I’m talking now, kiddo. I know you’ve been sleeping all day, I know you wanna get up and back to work, but that’s not happening until your fever’s gone. No point in fighting that, and you know full well. Clear?”

Any other day. Any. Other. Day. The protests were practically clawing at her throat. But a sudden wave of nausea rushed over her and she backed down immediately. Still, the thought of lying down again was awful, and the tired eyes she turned on her dad somehow translated that.

Gibbs sighed. “What’s it gonna take, huh?” Emmie didn’t need to think about her answer to that. She wasn’t even sure her expression had changed at all when Gibbs shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “No,” he said, “come on, now. I gotta work.”

This time, she did change her expression, putting it on in the way she knew worked best. Gibbs, naturally, relented.

“Fine,” he said, motioning with his hands for her to move over. She did, though admittedly it was a bit of a pitiful move with her aching body. He breathed a short laugh but came to sit in the miniscule space she’d made beside her anyway.

“Thanks, douche canoe,” Emmie whispered.

Tony put the phone down. “Still knocked out, Boss,” he said, pushing his chair backwards. When he saw Gibbs on the floor, arm wrapped around his daughter, who had her head on his shoulder, he crossed his arms over his chest and positively pouted.

“Hey, why do you get to sleep?”

Gibbs chuckled and shut his eyes. “When you’ve got a sick kid, I’ll let you sleep on the office floor with her. Wake me before Lupin does, would you?”

“How am I—Boss? Boss?” Tony threw his arms up in the air and shook his head, grabbing a notebook from his desk to doodle in. “Kiss my ass.”

“Heard that.”

“I wanted you to.”

Well, one thing was for certain. Gibbs may have won this fight, but so had Emmie.

NCIS Masterpost

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

The reader is a Marines daughter she runs to work every day. Tony asks why she doesn't drive as she should be able to afford a car now. Embarrassed she tells them she has her permit but her father never had time to teach her to drive (a lie). He tells her tobuy a bike to her horror she Embarrasses herself more by letting it slip she doesn't know how to ride one that her father only taught her life saving things not stuff for "fun". Everyone just kind of moves on as she hides her embarrassment well from everyone but Gibbs who sees right through it. Later she asumes everyone left she mumbles to the picture of her father "hey dad do you think a bike or driving lessons are useless now"

You Ain't Alone

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up! Hopefully this is okay! I went at a more father/daughter aspect between Gibbs and the reader! I loved this suggestion though!

Your alarm blares loudly, and you jolt awake before letting a heavy breath out. You reach over, silencing the loud alarm as you know you have to get up and get ready. As much as you craved to sleep in, you couldn’t because you had to get to work on time. You got home later last night due to the case you guys got. Gibbs seemed more irritated and was insistent on getting justice for these female petty officers who have fallen victim. 

You get up and quickly get dressed in black yoga pants and a cropped long sleeve white shirt that is almost like spandex. You put your hair up into a ponytail before stuffing your outfit for the rest of the day into the backpack you bring to and from work. 

You lock up your house before you begin your normal run to work. It was pretty therapeutic although you do wish you could just drive to work in the mornings. It meant you could leave your house later for work which would be nice. 

You reach the familiar Navy building and slow down until you're walking. You get in the building and curse quietly after realizing that you had gotten here about ten minutes later than normal. Gibbs holds the elevator for you, your entire team must have gotten here at the same time.

“Y/N, why don’t you just drive to work instead of run? Surely you have the money to afford a car now.” Tony asks and your cheeks flush red.

“I-erm, well I-I only have my permit. My dad never had time to teach me to drive.” You stutter out, your face growing even more hot in embarrassment. 

“Why doesn’t your dad have time to teach you to drive?” He asks, confused.

“Oh…my dad…he wa–he is a Marine. My entire life…he’s been mostly overseas. It’s been me and my aunt and even she wasn’t there a lot because she was a doctor.” You explain quietly.

You were mortified and you just wanted this elevator ride to end, but it seemed like it wasn’t ever going to end. 

“So, buy a bike.” Tony says.

“I don’t know how to ride a bike.” You say before you squeeze your eyes shut and sigh.

You heard the familiar headslap as Tony whines, asking Gibbs why he got smacked and you were the first off the elevator, rushing to the restrooms where you go to a stall and start to change. You let a puff of air out and shake your head as you pull the black dress pants up before buttoning the white blouse. You pull on your boots and tie them before walking out of the stall with your bag. You fix your ponytail before spritzing yourself in perfume. 

“God, you just had to embarrass yourself.” You grumble, grabbing your face and shaking your head. 

You were eager to start working, thankfully they all had disregarded the elevator which was nice. The day passed slowly and you were sitting at your desk even after everyone had gone home. The entire day the elevator conversation seemed to haunt you. 

You look at a picture of your father and you frown. He wasn’t around much in your life and when he was, you were to refer to him as “sir” and he would give you life saving lessons, never anything fun in life. You begged and begged for him to teach you to drive, but he said no. He thought that was a fun thing, not something you���d need later in life. 

Gibbs stood on the second level, watching you. He could tell that you were embarrassed all day. You tried to hide it from the rest of the team, but he could see right through you. He quietly makes his way behind the bullpen and you sigh. 

“Hey dad, do you think bike or driving lessons are useless now?” You mumble as you grab the picture of him. 

He frowns, watching you. He casually rounds into the bullpen, hearing your startled gasp. He goes to his desk and works on some files before abruptly looking up. 

“Y/L/N?” He asks. 

“Yes?” You ask softly. 

“How tired are you?” He asks. 

“Not tired at all actually.” You say confused. 

“Didn’t you say you have a permit?” He asks. 

“Erm, yes.” You murmur, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Alright, come on. I’m going to teach you to drive.” He says, grabbing his coat.

Your lips part in surprise and he sends you a grin, walking towards the elevator. You eagerly get up, following him to the elevator as excitement fills you.

You couldn’t believe it…you were officially a licensed driver. You had yourself a car and here you were, sitting in it in the NAVY yard parking lot. This was real. 

You knew you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Gibbs. He has taught you several things in the past few weeks like, driving, riding a bike, fishing, how to cook the best steaks, and how to build a boat. This man has been more of a father to you than your own. The bond you have with Gibbs has tripled these past few weeks. On top of that, you always feel a little emotional thinking back on these past few weeks. He didn’t have to help you, yet he did. 

“I saw your new ride.” Tony says as you step in the elevator and you blush.

“I’m officially a licensed driver.” You say excitedly.

“That’s good!” He says with a grin. 

You walk off the elevator together, heading towards the bullpen and Gibbs looks up at you.

“How’d the driver’s test go?” He asks.

“I passed…got my license and I might’ve finally got myself a car with what I saved up. Look!” You exclaim excitedly, showing him your license and he grins.

“Good job, Y/N/N.” He praises and you smile softly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Gibbs. Thank you so much.” You say.

“Y/N/N, you ain’t alone. We are a family. Don’t ever be afraid to ask for something. My door is always open.” He says, softly smiling at you.

“Literally.” Tony laughs and both of you roll your eyes before you hear a headslap.

You turn back and see Ziva laughing as Tony glares at her. You look back at Gibbs, not before seeing Tim hunched over laughing as Tony tried to make a defense against Ziva. Gibbs had a big grin on his face and you smile, this was your family.

[lizzyk137]

Gibbs's daughter uses a fake ID to get in a concert. One of her friends gets in a fight when the cop asks to run her ID when she tells the cop who her dad is he give her the option to go to jail or go to NCIS. If you could include the dialog "come on I used it to go see a band it's not like I used it to get alcohol" and "y/n I don't care about what you did or didn't use it for, the problem isn't what you used it for the problem is that it's a fake ID!" I would appreciate it.

The Wrong ID- An Agent Gibbs Fanfic

Warnings: Swearing and fatherly love

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Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. This is not good, you thought.

Elise, your best friend, had just jumped on the back and pulled the hair of some random girl, who she happened to find out was sleeping with her boyfriend. Both girls were screaming as their arms flung trying to hit each other while you ducked and moved to avoid getting hit as you tried to break them up before the bouncer got to the chaos on the dance floor.

It was your twentieth birthday and your best friend decided to take you to a concert that was in an underground bar. You weren't sure at first, but the idea grew on you, so you and your fake ID made a trip to downtown Washington, D.C..

"Elise. Get your ass off her. Fight your cheating ex instead." You screamed as you wrapped your arms around her waist, trying to pull her off.

"Get off me, Y/N," she growled, "she knew this whole time he was my boyfriend and still decided to be a sleezy bitch!"

"Hands up!" A man's voice boomed, lights flashing onto the three of you as you all paused and looked towards the voice to find two police officers with flash lights besides the bouncer.

All three of you were dragged off seperately outside of the bar. "I need your ID." The officer said.

"Um..." You stalled, knowing your ID wouldn't pass a police inspection.

"ID, now." The officer said, annoyed.

You pulled it out of your pocket and handed it to the officer with a nervous sigh. The cop ran it on their computer in their car and then came back with a not so happy look.

"Looks like your ID is faked. You're only twenty, not twenty-two. You're coming with me for the night." The officer pulled out a set of handcuffs, and you gulped at the sight.

The officer cuffed your wrists and started leading you to the back of the car when you finally found your voice. "Wait! Can I call my dad? NCIS Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs! That's his name, please call him. His number is on my phone." Your words rushing out in a blur.

The cop sighed and reached for the phone in your coat pocket. You told them the passcode, and they went in and searched for your dad's number. Dialing it in their cell phone, they set you in the car and walked away. They came back a few minutes later and opened the back door to look at you.

"You can either stay in jail for the night or go to NCIS. You still have to pay the fines for a fake ID, but I'm being nice and giving you a choice since your dad has helped us out for a few cases."

When the elevator reached the office floor, you knew you had picked the wrong choice. Jail sounded much better than dealing with your dad. Your mouth had dried as soon as you hit the parking lot, and your hands became shaky when you stepped into the elevator.

The doors opened to reveal your dad standing there with a blank look on his face. He stepped in the elevator and hit a random floor. His back to you as the doors closed, a glimpse of the team staring shocked at you before the doors closed.

He flipped the emergency stop switch on the side panel, silence still filling the elevator. "Da-"

"Why? What were you thinking when you decided to go?" He asked, his back still you, the disappointment in his voice making you feel small. "Why would you make such a stupid decision?"

"Come on, dad, I used it to see a band. It's not like I used to for alcohol!"

"Y/N, I don't care what you did or didn't use it for. The problem isn't even what you used it for. The problem is that it's a fake ID!" His voice rose slightly as he turned to you, your foot taking a step back, which he noticed. He sighed, running a hand through his short hair, and took a step back himself so you'd feel comfortable.

You had never seen him upset at you before, and it scared you slightly. It was a small mistake, and you knew it, but the way your dad was looking at you made it seem much bigger than what it was.

"Dad... I'm sorry. It was only to be used to get me into the concert, nothing else." Your voice quiet. "Then Elise saw her boyfriend with another girl, who was supposedly just a friend, and then they started fighting. I was just trying to break it up. That's all. I just wanted to see the band play."

Gibbs sighed and looked at you. Your eyes were glistening with tears as you looked up at him and he knew you were telling the truth, you honestly had no reason to lie to him in the first place and you never had ever since you were little. You were a good kid. He taught you right from wrong, and you always stayed on the right path, but you were growing up. He left you alone quite a bit growing up, you practically raised yourself half of the time, so he knew one day you'd want to do something more adventurous one day, and today on your birthday was the day.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said, wrapping you up in his arms and giving you a long hug. "I just don't want you to do anything you'll regret or could get you into trouble. But you're an adult now, one that is smart and had good head on her shoulders. I shouldn't be too upset with you for making a mistake, even if it almost got you arrested for the night."

"I know dad. You taught me to do the right thing, I'm sorry that I got caught up in all of this."

"I know." He soothed the back of your head with his hand. He pulled back and looked at you, giving you a small smile before placing a small kiss on your forehead. "Let's get out of here, I got to bail out Elise."

"Oh?" You pulled away slightly, looking at him questioningly.

"Yeah, she pulled the 'I-Know-A-Navy-Cop' card before you did." He laughed then flipped the emergency switch, the elevator purring back to life, one arm never leaving you as he held you close to him. You may be an adult now, but you were still his little girl, and he wanted to hold onto that a little longer.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Gibbs Knows Best

Gibbs x Reader One Shot

Prompt: Gibbs is over for a dinner date when your daughter gets into a car accident.

Notes: Just Gibbs being his usual protective self. Mentions of a panic attack.

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Running into the kitchen, you stopped the little cooking timer and put your oven mitts on to pull the delicious smelling salmon out of the oven. You threw a few spices on top and then got started on the mashed potatoes.

The dinner you were preparing was your idea since it was so hard to get Jethro available for longer than a day or so before he would get another case. It was only your 4th date but everything was going so well. Even your daughter was a fan and she hadn’t even met him yet.

You weren’t sure if he told his team about you but you had told your own coworkers plenty about him. The way he’s such a gentleman, always offering help or paying for everything every time you two went out as much as you would try to convince him otherwise.

You heard the front doorbell ring and went over to open it, seeing Jethro standing there in his work suit but holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“I picked these up on the way,” he offered with a small smile. You took them and let him in, letting him give you a small peck on the cheek.

“Smells great. Salmon?”

“Yeah. I was just about to make the mashed potatoes and the asparagus is keeping warm in the oven.”

He followed you into the kitchen and immediately took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to continue where you left off as you looked for a vase.

“How was work?” you asked for small talk. He never went deep into conversation about his work but you’d thought it’d still be nice to ask.

“Alright. Got the bad guy.”

You filled the vase halfway with water and trimmed the stems before putting them in and setting it on your kitchen counter.

“That’s always a win.”

Your phone started ringing and your daughter’s Face ID popped up on the screen. She was suppose to be spending the night at a friend’s and you hoped everything was ok as you answered.

“Hey sweetie, what’s up?”

The sound of your daughter’s scared voice shot a jolt of fear through you.

“Are you alright? Where are you?”

Your frantic questions caught Jethro’s attention who stopped cooking to listen.

“Ok. I’ll be right there, don’t go anywhere,” you advised, hanging up the phone and turning the oven off.

“Everything alright?” Jethro asked.

“No. My daughter just got into a car accident. I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“Well let’s go,” he simply stated, turning the stove off and going over to put his jacket back on. You could’ve told him that you were fine and could go by yourself but decided to welcome his help as you both rushed out of the house, taking his car, red and blue lights flashing all the way there.

>>>>

As you rounded the corner, you could see half the street blocked off as fire engines and cop cars were parked in the middle. You saw two cars. One was smashed into a light pole and the other a few hundred feet away, visibly damaged.

Parking as close as you could, the both of you got out and made your way through the nosy crowd of onlookers, catching the attention of the officers.

“Please stay back with the rest of the crowd ma’am.”

Before you could protest, Jethro spoke for you.

“Special Agent Gibbs, let her through. Her daughter is one of the injured,” he ordered, flashing his badge. The officer nodded and stepped aside, allowing you to come through. You saw your daughter over on the sidewalk, talking with the EMT’s looking seemingly unharmed and called her name.

“Mom!” She ran over and you hugged her tight.

“Mom, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know he had been drinking so much! Sean..I don’t think he made it..”

She was crying hysterically and trying to catch her breath but failing. You knew a panic attack was coming on but there wasn’t much you could do. It was something she had struggled with ever since her father died 3 years ago.

“Honey, you gotta calm down.”

She shook her head, only crying harder. “It’s..my..fault..”

“No honey, it’s not. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

You were surprised when you saw Jethro walk over and take your place, putting his hands on her arms.

“Hey, I’m a friend of your moms. Let’s go over here,” he said, leading her a little further away from the crowd and accident. He then had her sit down on the grass, crouching down in front of her.

“Let’s get your breathing slowed down alright? I want you to take a big breath in for every 3 seconds ok? 1..2..3, big breath.”

He held onto her hands that were shaking and opened them up, keeping them from cramping while chanting his count.

“That’s it. 1..2..3..Now let’s take a big breath and hold it for a second before letting it out, alright?”

You watched the two of them counting and breathing together before eventually her breaths became slower as she calmed down. He continued massaging her hands, making her open and close them.

“Better? I know this was a lot to handle but your mom’s here and I’m here. You’re safe and that’s what matters.”

He gestured for you to come over and you sat down next to her, pulling her into your side, giving him a grateful look. He gave a small smile in return and stood up.

“I’m gonna go see what’s going on and see if we’re clear to take her home.”

You nodded and he left to speak with a few of the officers as your daughter stayed quiet, occasionally sniffling and taking in a deep breath.

>>>>

After a few questions answered, we were given the ok to leave. The drive home was silent except for the low music playing on the radio and Jethro’s hand never left yours.

Once home, you sent your daughter upstairs to take a shower and change as you and Jethro went into the kitchen. He pulled you in for a hug, allowing you to let out a shaky breath, while holding back tears.

“Thank you. For me and her. It usually takes forever for her to get out of an attack like that.”

“I’ve had a bit of experience with anxiety attacks in the past so I just did what usually helped me.”

You pulled back to look up at him and leaned in for a gentle kiss.

“This wasn’t how I wanted the two of you to meet.”

“Well we can try again tomorrow morning if you’d like,” he proposed.

“Are you suggesting you spend the night?”

Neither one of you had spend the night over at either one’s house yet but his question got your hopes up.

“Is that ok? I can sleep on the couch if you’d like-“

“No. I mean no I’m not gonna have you sleep on the couch. And of course you can spend the night.”

“Good. I’ll make the coffee, you make the eggs?”

“Deal.” You couldn’t hold back the grin and gave him another deep kiss.

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i’ve been rewatching ncis lately and was wondering if you go do some fluff for ziva x reader? maybe a little bit of angst idk sorry i don’t have anything specific 😭😭 but i absolutely love your page and your writing!!!!

⎯ ❝ what i want to hear ❞ | ziva david

✰ - synopsis :: ziva messes up and needs to apologize to her beloved girlfriend.

✰ - warnings :: female reader, reader is gibbs’s daughter, r doesn’t work at ncis, angst to fluff >:p

✰ - k.j.’s diary says... sorry abt photos i cant really find any that mach the aesthetic i was going for.

“Please, y/n, for all of us: take Ziva back,” Tony pleaded, on the phone. “She keeps looking at the phone and is all nervous and keeps looking up whenever the elevator dings. I’m actually begging you right now to answer her calls.”

McGee nodded from his desk. “It’s even got Giibbs a little worried.”

Your sigh crackled through the phone. “No. I see no point. If she truly feels remorse for what she said, she’ll tell me in person.”

Tony whined and leaned back on his chair, frustrated with both of his best friends.

“I have to go because unlike you, I do my job,” y/n quipped. “I’ll talk to you, Tim, and Jethro later. Bye!”

Tim and Tony echoed their goodbyes and hung up. Ziva had her hands on her head and was clearly thinking back to the conversation from about 24 hours ago.

“You okay over there Ziva?” McNosy asked from his desk.

“I do not know why she is upset! I answered her question and now she is upset at me!” Ziva burst out, her eyes getting that ’I love her but how the hell do I fix this’ look.

“Sometimes you just gotta tell ‘em what makes ‘em happy,” Tony shrugged.

Nodding, Tim agreed. “For the first time in his life Tony’s right. Tonight go pick up some flowers and sit down with y/n and apologize for what you said.”

“I just told her the truth!” Ziva defended.

Gibbs scoffed as he rounded the corner. “If I know my kid, David, you better tell her what she wants to hear before she pulls the cold shoulder.”

Sighing, Ziva went back to typing reports on her computer while thinking about what she would say to you tonight. She knew the guys were right, she had to tell you want you wanted to hear.

𓇽 - time skip

“Hello my love,” Ziva greeted from the table of your apartment.

You shrugged your coat of without looking her way.

“y/n, please hear me when I say that I’m sorry for what I said.”

Once again, you don’t acknowledge her as you turn to the fridge to grab the pasta that Rossi had given you on your most recent visit. You scoop some spaghetti into a bowl and place it into the microwave.

“I realize now that what I said hurt you and I’m willing to make up for what I said,” Ziva spoke. She wrapped her arms around your stomach and leaned into your back.

“So then say it, Ziva,” you say quietly.

“I… I would love you as a worm. I would make a little container with soil and leaves and flowers you like and carry you around with me everywhere. I’d love you if you were a moth, black widow, pirhannah, australian hissing cockroach, or a rabid wolf. I promise.” Ziva’s words were like the most beautiful song you’d ever head, playing your heartstrings like a cowboy playing a harmonica.

“You, Ziva David, are a goddamn sap,” you coo, turning in her arms to embrace her. “I love you too. I’d make a greenhouse just for you if you were a worm.”

Ziva laughed and pressed kisses up and down y/n’s neck. “I do not doubt that, my love.”

As Ziva clung to y/n, a dopey smile pulled at her lips. She really did love this woman… even if she became a worm.

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Gibbs x Daughter!reader - best for you

Could you request, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x daughter reader, who is going to nevermore academy, the reader is a banshee - Anon💜

Sitting on the table, you smiled at your friends as they all walked over and you offered them half a wave.

“Hey, you looking forward to seeing your families?” You asked.

There was mixed reviews, some saying they were, some saying they weren’t, namely Wednesday and slightly Enid.

“I mean I’m happy, but I’m nervous.” Enid sighed.

“Well you can always come sit with me and my dad.” You beamed.

“Is that offer extended to everyone? I would much rather have an escape option from my overbearing parents.” Wednesday said.

“Sure why not. Dad won’t mind.”

She nodded her head and you guys carried on mingling about until it was time for you all to go and wait for your families.

You were beyond nervous to see your dad, you hadn’t seen him since you arrived here and you guys hadn’t left on the best of terms.

“(Y/N), a word?” Weems asked.

You nodded and let her pull you aside.

“I know you’re waiting for your father, but I never received any reply to if he is going to be attending or not.” She sighed.

“Yeah I know… I’m hoping he does but I mean I can’t say I blame him if he doesn’t…” you mumbled.

She nodded her head and offered you a gentle smile.

“I’m sure he just needs some time to accept what has happened, I’ve spoken to Mr Gibbs a few times over the phone since you started.”

You rose a brow, knowing your dad wasn’t one for technology, let alone talking in the phone unless he really had to.

“Did he sound kind of young? Like did he make some strange sounding jokes?”

Weems hummed for a moment before she nodded her head.

“In fact, he did. I didn’t think too much about it seeing as you like your strange jokes as well.” She said.

You laughed a little and shook your head as you pulled out your phone and showed her a photo of your dad.

He didn’t come in when he dropped you off, he said goodbye to you at the gate before he left since he had to be at work the following day.

“That’s my dad. You spoke to one of his team members, my uncle Tony. Dads an ex marine, he wouldn’t be as childish as Tony.”

“Right, well since he isn’t a legal guardian I can’t keep giving him updates on you.”

“Please keep doing it. My dad isn’t great with technology, Tony probably passed all this along to him. Please Miss, he’s my uncle.”

Weems sighed and looked at you.

“I’ll have to see if I can. But for now, you’ve got a visitor.”

She turned you around and you saw your dad standing unsurely by empty table looking around a bit uncomfortable.

Gasping, you rushed over and ran to him, stopping just in front of him as you gave him a huge smile.

“I’m so glad you came dad.”

Gibbs looked down at you and his face was stern for a moment before he finally cracked a small smile and reached out to hug you.

“Hey sweetheart.” He whispered.

He wrapped his arms around you and you smiled to yourself as you held him back.

He let go and you led to him to the empty table and sat down in front of him.

“I didn’t think you’d come…” you whispered.

“Of course I would, you’re my daughter (Y/N), why wouldn’t I come?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit and sighed at him.

“I… after everything that happened… you didn’t seem to be happy when you found out about… you know… what I am…”

Gibbs sighed as he reached over, taking your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way sweetheart, I just wasn’t sure you wanted to speak to me after what happened before you left.”

You laughed a little and shook your head at him as you smiled.

“Dad, we had a fight. You were shocked and scared, I understand. I was as well, we both said some harsh things.”

“I want you to know I didn’t mean a single word.”

“Me neither.” You smiled.

Gibbs asked you about your studies and what the taught at Nevermore. He asked you about what you mainly focused on and about your friends.

Looking around the quad, you pointed them all out to him.

“Wednesday isn’t like us though, she’s what we call a normie. But she’s pretty cool, very straight forward though.” You chuckled.

He nodded his head and he looked around before turning back to you.

“Did you learn anymore about what you are?” He asked.

“Yeah! I’m a banshee, apparently my predictions can happen at any time, but mostly when someone is close to death. But I can apparently control it though it’ll take a while.”

“Right.”

You carried on explaining everything to Gibbs and he sat there listening.

You couldn’t help but smile as you explained everything and seeing the smile on your face made Gibbs smile as well.

He missed you, he missed talking to you like this. But he knew Nevermore was the best place for you at the moment, up until the point you felt like you had good control over your powers.

But if you wanted to come home he’d take you back with him be it day or night

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#5

Let’s start a thread, what’s your favourite Gibbs Moment, show everyone with a Pic or Gif, here is mine, and props to @markharmonparadise for the wonderful Gif!!

14 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#4

It’s officially the end of an era, The Leroy Jethro Gibbs Era has ended, Mark Harmon has been taken out the opening credits for NCIS, and his Voiceover is gone as well. It’s been a wild and crazy ride these last 19 seasons, let’s all Celebrate The Leroy Jethro Gibbs Era, with our favourite memories of him and etc!

15 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#3

Happy 71st Birthday Mark Harmon!

22 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#2

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29 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Father’s Love Has No Ends

Chapter 1- The Phone Call

On this day 4 years ago Gibbs received a phone call that would change his life forever. It was a cool and crisp November night when Gibbs awoke to his phone ringing, he rubbed his eyes, grabbed his phone off the coffee table and looked at the Caller ID and read Bethesda Naval Hospital. Then his mind started racing trying to figure out which of the team was hurt now, he took a deep breath and answered the phone “Gibbs” he said in a worried tone. “Hi, Mr. Gibbs this is Louise Carrington calling from Bethesda Naval Hospital, I’m a Caseworker for the foster care system on the Labor and Delivery ward here and I have a Keri Suzanne Neilson who just gave birth, Keri contacted us when she found out she expecting and told us she wanted to give her rights up to her child and let the child’s father raise her and with that being said, you Mr. Gibbs are the child’s father, if you could come down here to the hospital right now so we can sort out all the paperwork for your Daughter, so you can take her home” the case worker explained. “My Daughter” Gibbs said in shock, “Yes you were listed as her father, we can do a DNA test if you need Mr.Gibbs” “No, no I don’t need one, I’m on my way, Does she have a name?” Gibbs said and asked the case worker. “Yes she does, her name is Kaleigh, that's the only name we have listed, her mother didn’t give her a middle or last name there was a note left saying that Keri wanted you to give her the rest” the case worker told Gibbs. “Thank you Ms. Carrington, I’ll be there in 20” Gibbs said as closed his phone.

Gibbs rubbed his face then stood up and stretched. Then went upstairs to get dressed. As he was getting dressed, he kept replaying that entire conversation with the case worker over in his head and the same phrase kept repeating “You, Mr.Gibbs are the child’s father” and he couldn’t understand why Keri wouldn’t tell him anything and why she would give up her rights to their child, but at this moment the most important thing was getting to the hospital to get his daughter.

Gibbs made his way down the stairs as he reached the bottom step he grabbed his keys, wallet and badge(just in case) off the table by the front door and headed out locking the door behind him. On the drive to the hospital, he realized that he had nothing for Kaleigh at his house so he decided to call Abby to ask her to run to the Baby store and pick up what he needed for Kaleigh. He flipped his phone open and hit the speed dial for Abby.  “Hi Gibbs”, “Hey Abs I know it's 12:30 in the morning and I’m sorry I woke you, but I need a huge favor can you run to the all night drugstore and pick up some Newborn Diapers, formula, and any other items I will need for a Newborn, and then drop them off at my place. I will explain later right now I don’t have time, I need to get to Bethesda”, “Sure thing Bossman, anything for you” “You're a lifesaver Abs, thank you, Caf Pow on me for next 3 months” Gibbs said as hung up the phone and pulled into the parking lot at Bethesda and parked the charger and got out. 

As he made his way inside he took a deep breath and headed for the elevator,  up to the Labor and Delivery ward. As the doors opened an older lady with graying hair was talking to a nurse at the desk and her badge read Louise Carrington. Gibbs made his way up to her “Umm, excuse me Ms. Carrington, I’m Leroy Jethro Gibbs you called me earlier regarding Kaleigh Gibbs” Gibbs said politely.  “Ah, yes right this way Mr.Gibbs” Ms. Carrington guided Gibbs to a conference room, “Can I see Keri, I would like to talk to her?” Gibbs asked right off the bat. “Well that will be a problem Mr. Gibbs, Ms. Neilson died shortly after giving birth due to complications I’m sorry Mr. Gibbs” Ms. Carrington explained, as Gibbs sat stunned. Gibbs took a breath and continued “So Keri signed her right away, before she gave birth?” he asked, “Yes, this was all worked out before she gave birth, Keri had all the Paperwork drawn up she knew she didn’t want anything to do with Kaleigh, she admitted to me that she wasn’t fit to be a mother, she knew that Kaleigh would be safe and cared for by you. So the only thing left now is for you to sign the papers and take custody of your daughter” Ms. Carrington said as she placed the Paperwork on the table in front of Gibbs so he could sign. When Gibbs signed the paperwork he knew at that moment, that his daughter would be his everything, and he would be her everything. “Can I see Kaleigh now?” Gibbs asked. “Yes, you can but I have one more question first, Keri only gave her the name Kaleigh, I need to add her full name to her birth certificate, and she left that up to you Mr.Gibbs” Ms. Carrington asked. “Kaleigh Ann Elizabeth Gibbs” he answered. “Well, then that does it, Kaleigh is in the Nursery the tag on her crib says “Baby Gibbs”, but before you leave let me clip this bracelet on your wrist so you enter and see your daughter” Ms. Carrington said as she placed the bracelet on. “Thank You for everything Ms. Carrington, I will for sure stay in touch with you” Gibbs said as he left the conference room and headed for the Nursery. 

He made his way to the nursery and stopped at the big window, looked in and found the crib that had the tag that read Baby Gibbs. He was taken back by the blonde hair and blue eyed baby. He couldn't believe that it was his daughter that he was a father again. He took a deep breath and said a Prayer something he hasn’t done since Shannon and Kelly, “Dear God, I know that I haven’t done this in a long time, partly because I’ve been angry with you for taking my girls from me, but I need you to listen. I need you to keep my little blue eyed baby girl safe, and healthy. Just please don’t take her from me, she’s my second chance and I can’t lose her, I don’t think I’d make it if I lose her I promise I will be a better person and will always be there for Kaleigh, Amen” Gibbs said with tears falling down his cheeks. He then made his way into the nursery and up to Kaleigh's crib. He slowly and gently picked her up in his arms and held his daughter for the first time as he was holding Kaleigh. She wrapped her tiny hand around his finger, held on tightly and slid his finger into her mouth and then started sucking on it. At that moment he knew that this little girl was his world and he was hers. That he’d do anything and everything for her. That he’d keep her safe and protected. Gibbs sat in the rocking chair next to the crib and rocked Kaleigh, as he rocked he looked up and knew that Shannon and Kelly sent him this little Angel, “Thanks Shan, Kelly, for my second chance” he said as he cried for the first time in a longtime.

Gibbs sat there crying and rocking Kaleigh for about an hour as he did, Kaleigh got fussy and one of the nurses heard Kaleigh starting to cry, she came over to where Gibbs and Kaleigh were sitting, “I think she’s hungry, how about we take her back to her Mom, you can follow” the Nurse suggested, “Her mother passed away shortly after giving birth she just has me now” Gibbs replied back. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry” the nurse apologized. “I’ll get some formula for her and just a suggestion, Skin to Skin contact is the best for newborns and their Daddy's. It helps them connect better and bond. It's good for both you and baby” the nurse said as she made her way out to get formula. As the nurse left Gibbs decided that he would try skin to skin with Kaleigh, he gently put Kaleigh down in her crib and took his jacket, hoodie and t-shirt off and picked up Kaleigh again. He then sat down in the rocking chair and unwrapped Kaleigh from her blanket, slipped her out of the onesie and placed Kaleigh on his chest when he did she instantly calmed down and snuggled up to him. At that moment he realized that he never got to do this with Kelly when she was a Baby, because he was deployed. He then looked at Kaleigh and whispered to her “Daddy promises to never miss the special moments with you” and Kaleigh she cooed back at him.

After being fed and changed Kaleigh fell asleep instantly and Gibbs figured that was the best time to get her ready to leave the hospital and take Kaleigh home. One of the nurses on the ward was kind enough to bring him some clothes to take Kaleigh home in. So he gently and very quickly got Kaleigh changed in to the clothes and swaddled in her blanket so she was all ready to go he then placed Kaleigh into Kelly’s old car seat/carrier that he had put into the car before he left home, he figured it would work until he could send Abby for a new car seat/carrier for her, as he buckled Kaleigh into the car seat/carrier she fisted her hand into his hoodie and Gibbs knew she wouldn’t let go. So he quickly slipped it off and covered Kaleigh up with it to keep her warm he then headed out. As he reached the Charger he opened the back door and placed the car seat/carrier on base and made sure it clicked in and that Kaleigh was still covered with his hoodie he then closed the back seat door and walked around to the driver's side of the charger. As he sat down in the driver’s seat he looked up into the rearview mirror and saw his baby girl. He knew at that moment that this was the start of his new life as Father to that precious little baby back there.

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Back to the Navy Yard: Part 10

AN: Here it is! The Final Chapter of the series. This has been so much fin to write, and I hope you enjoy it! Instead of just looking at one moment, I decided to drabbles from several significant moments of their lives after reuniting. 

Master List

The Wedding: 

“You sure about this? It’s not too late to back out.” 

You level a look at your dad, “Seriously?” 

You gesture to your outfit, and he shrugs, “It’s just a dress.” 

You smile, “It’s my wedding dress.” 

  “A dress is not a reason to get married.” 

You take your dad’s hand, “I know that. But I never would have bought the dress if I wasn’t madly in love with him daddy. And I love him. I love him so much it’s crazy.” 

Your dad scowls. It’s been a month since your kidnapping, (your original weekend plan had been met with resistance  from the team) a month since you’d found out you were pregnant, and both Aaron and your father, had been reluctant to let you out of their sight. Even Jack had been attached to your hip, especially since finding out he was going to be a big brother. 

No one else knew, but you knew they suspected. You supposed planning a wedding within a month was a pretty big clue, at least for you and Aaron. Dave had been kind enough to offer his home for the wedding, but you had declined. Instead, you’d decided to use your dad’s back yard, where you and Kelly had played as children, and where your mother had planted her garden. A garden your father had always kept up.

He sighs, “If you’re sure.” 

You lean up and kiss his cheek, “I love you daddy. Plus think about all the grandkids.” 

He snorts at that, “Jack is pretty big help with the boat.” 

He offers his arm right as the music starts, and you take it right as the door opens. You smile at the sight that’s waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Aaron and Jack both look amazing in their blue suits, and their smiles are nearly blinding. And as you take those first few steps towards them, you’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. 

Stillwater: 

“So this is where you grew up PopPop?” 

You watch as Jack presses his face up against the window of the car. He’s studying every inch of the town. 

“Unfortunately.” 

“Dad!” 

“What? It’s true. I hated growing up here.” 

You roll your eyes and you watch as Aaron smirks. You smooth a hand over your belly. You’d recently popped out a little bit, and people could actually tell that you were pregnant now. 

“Is that Grandpa?” 

You smile at the sight of your grandfather. You haven’t seen him in years, but he still looks good. He hadn’t been able to make the trip for your wedding, due to recovering from a hip replacement. So instead, you’d arranged to come see him. 

Your dad huffs, “That’s the old man.” 

Jack smiles, “He and I have the same name, right?” 

Aaron’s the one who answers, “That right.” 

He’s barely put the car in park when Jack throws the door open and runs to nearly hug your Jackson Gibbs. You watch from the passenger seat as your dad quickly follows him, to make sure he’s safe. 

Aaron takes your hand, “It’s nice, isn’t it? Having a big family.” 

You smile, “Absolutely.” 

And with that you go and hug your grandfather. 

The Move: 

“I’m just saying there was a very nice house for sale right down the street from us. Our kids could have played together!” 

You roll your eyes, and look at Ziva who’s smiling fondly at her husband. “The children can still play together Tony. They’re only a ten minute drive away.” Her hand goes down to smooth over her own protruding belly. She’s five months along and you’re six months and then there’s JJ who’s four months. The three of you have been instructed not to lift anything. And any time one of you tries to do anything there’s some sort of shout. Ziva’s already thrown a knife. 

You watch as Jack carries in a box of his toys. You ruffle his hair as he passes and he gives you a grin. Like always you smile when you see the gaps in his smile. He’s recently started losing teeth like crazy. And your father has been playing the tooth fairy which means Jack has been making out like a bandit. When you had mentioned something about spoiling him, your dad had said it was part of his job as a grandpa. You hadn’t had the heart to argue. 

You listen as your dad and Aaron bicker while carrying in the crib. It’s something your dad, Aaron, and Jack had made together, and it’s gorgeous in your opinion. And you knew they’d made Tony sit in it to test the sturdiness of it. You also knew they were working on a matching dresser. You’d bought the changing table and rocker. 

There’s even more bickering in the kitchen where Uncle Dwayne and Dave are debating on how to set up and organize the kitchen. You exchange looks with the other pregnant women before deciding it would just be best to go hang out on the screened in porch. 

The Maid of Honor: 

“I’m going to kill Laurel.” 

Aaron, Jack, and your dad are staring at you warily. “I love her and she’s my best friend, but who the hell holds a wedding, in New Orleans, in the middle of July! Add in the fact that I’m seven months pregnant, and I’m going to sweat to death.” 

Your dad holds out a cold bottle of water, and you take it, and press it against the back of your neck. It feels amazing. You do your absolute best to spend as little time outside as possible, and you thank God that Laurel chose and indoor venue. You nearly cry in relief when you realize she’s turned the air conditioning down as low as it will go. 

She laughs at the look of relief on your face and places a hand on your bump, “I can’t have my god-daughter or god-son boiling in there, can I?” 

You hug her, and blame the relief tears on the pregnancy hormones. 

False Labor: 

Two weeks before your due date, Aaron stops traveling with the team. He absolutely refuses to miss the birth of his second child. He’d been there when Jack was born, and he was determined to be there when this one was born. ‘Your false labor starts two days before your due date. You’re certain it’s the real thing and you end up sounding the alarm. Your dad comes over to stay with Jack while Aaron takes you to the hospital.

It happens two more times, and always in the middle of the night. Eventually, your dad brings his pack, and his pillow and collapses on your couch. When you give him a questioning look he simply shrugs and says, “I’m sick of the back and forth.” 

You just roll your eyes and go to get something to eat. 

The Real Labor: 

Your real labor happens in the middle of the day, a week after your due date. You’re home alone, officially on Maternity leave; Jack is at school and your dad and Aaron are at work. You don’t send out a text until your water breaks. You want to make sure it’s real this time. Both your dad and Aaron arrive at the house with sirens blaring. You sigh. The drama kings. 

You say nothing as you toss your bag into the car, and slide in right as another contraction hits. You close your eyes and reach out to grip someone’s hand. When it’s done you look to see who it is; it’s McGee, and there are tears in his eyes. You wince and apologize. 

Your dad rolls his eyes, closes the car door and simply says, “He’ll be fine.” Before telling Aaron to drive. 

The Baby has Arrived: 

You stare at your husband. While normally you find Aaron the most handsome man in the room, seeing him with your newborn baby in his arms, makes him the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. You adjust against your pillows, “Are you sure about the name?” 

He nods, his eyes never leaving your daughter. Jack had gotten his wish for a sister, “I’m sure. It might actually make him like me.” He coos down at your daughter, “Your PopPop is a stubborn old mule. But he’ll love you.” As though Aaron, himself, isn’t stubborn. You roll your eyes. 

There’s a knock on the door, as Jack’s head peeks in followed by your dad’s. You smile and wave them in. Jack runs to you. That surprises you, you figured he’d go to Aaron and the baby first. Your dad lifts him onto your bed, and he very gently hugs you. “Hi Marmee!”

“Hello my sweet boy.” 

You comb your fingers through his hair, and kiss his forehead. He bounces a bit, “Do I have a brother or a sister?” 

You look over at Aaron, who’s staring at the two of you with a smile. You nod, and he walks towards you, lowering the baby for Jack to see. He reaches out an strokes her cheek, “She looks like Marmee!” 

You laugh, and look up at your dad who’s standing by the door, “Want to see?” 

He smiles and wanders over. Aaron slides your daughter into your father’s arms. As always, he’s a natural. He’d always had a way with babies, kids, and animals. The only place he was lacking was with adults. 

You watch as he bounces her her slightly, and you can tell, just like when he looked at Jack for the first time, he’s in love. You have a feeling the man is living for his PopPop title. He looks at you, and asks, “What’s her name?” 

“Daisy Shannon Hotchner.” 

He smiles, “It’s beautiful. Thank you for including your mom.” 

You nod, “It includes Kelly too. Daisys were her favorite flower. I think she named every stuffed animal and babydoll Daisy. I thought it was a good way to include them both.” 

Your dad clears his throat, “I think . . .it’s an excellent idea.” 

“Can I hold her?” Jack’s little voice is enough to break you out of your thoughts, and your dad moves to sit on the edge of the bed. You watch as he and Aaron help Jack hold Daisy, and you can’t help the amount of love that fills your heart at the sight. Your little family is perfect. 

Mom and Kelly: 

It’s a pretty day. The sun is shining, and the only clouds in the sky are white and fluffy. It’s been years since you’ve visited. When you were a child, your dad would bring you two to three times a year. You readjust Daisy in your arms, as you stare down at the headstones. Your mother and sister’s names stare back at you. 

You glance at your dad. There’s a blank look on his face for just minute before he bends down and replaces the flowers. He dusts leaves and blades of grass off the headstones. 

You’re silent for a moment before you start, “Hey mama. Hey Kelly. Sorry it’s been so long, but things have been busy. I got married, his name is Aaron. And he’s amazing. And through him I got a beautiful son named Jack. And he knows about you guys. He likes to hear stories about you. And recently I gave birth, which wasn’t fun, but the end result is pretty damn. Her name is Daisy Shannon. Dad and I are doing well. He comes over for dinner most nights now, and he likes to steal Jack away to work on the boat. And when we go to the park, he insists on carrying Daisy. He even wears the Boba baby wrap.” 

“Don’t tell them that! Your sister will laugh at me.” 

You smile, and ignore him, “We miss you guys, and we love you.” 

Your dad’s arms wraps around your shoulders and he places a kiss on the side of your head before stealing Daisy away. 

You roll your eyes, stay a few more minutes while your dad tells them all about Jack and Daisy, before the two of you head out. You meet Jack and Aaron in the middle. 

Jack immediately rushes to your dad, who scoops him up and onto his hip with his free arm. You go to Aaron, who takes your hand, “How were your mom and sister?” 

“They’re good. We told them all about you and Jack.” 

“We’ll have to go with you next time.” 

You shrug, and look off in the direction they had come from, where Haley had been buried. The cemetery is peaceful, and as you walk through it, and back towards the car, you can’t help but think this is the most alive and happy you’ve seen your dad in years. It’s nice. 

You get everyone in the car, your  dad sit in the back in between the carseats, talking with jack while allowing Daisy to play with his finger, when he gets the call.He barely says two words before hanging up and saying, “I have to go to work. Can you drop me off?” 

Aaron nods, “Sure thing.” 

“And could I get a quick consult?”

You laugh, “We can manage that.” 

And as Aaron pulls away from the curb, your little family heads Back to the Navy Yard. 

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What Family is For - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: Gibbs x fem!reader (fatherly relationship)

Warnings: mild language

Word count: 802

Request by: @strangetrashhumanpersona

“Could you do a Gibbs x Reader were the female reader gets beaten up by a group of boys (broken ribs, bruises, blood...) and just manages to stumble into Gibbs' house were he will take care of her? A little kind of father-daughter relationsship but workwise. Just him getting very protective, comforting her and patching and cleaning her.”

A/N: Aaaaaahhhh! I love this! I mean, who doesn’t love a caring and protective Gibbs! Thank you for the request and the kind words :)! I hope you enjoy it @strangetrashhumanpersona​ !

(Taken from Google Images)

You stumble up the steps to the door, your vision blurred by the blood slowly dripping down your face. Your hand, sticky with blood and sweat, slips on the door knob as you try to open the heavy wooden door.

“Come on,” you murmur, glancing back behind you to see if they’d followed you. You finally get the knob to twist and as the door opens, you fall forwards, not realizing how much you’d been leaning on the door to begin with.

You don’t have the energy to get back up, instead, you pull yourself into a sitting position, leaning back against the now closed front door. Completely exhausted and in pain, you close your eyes and lean into the heavy shroud of sleep.

“Y/N? Y/N?” A gruff voice wakes you after what feels like only moments and as you open your eyes, you find a stunning blue pair staring back at you. It takes you a moment to realize that Gibbs is kneeling in front of you.

“What the hell happened?” He asks, a hand coming up to gently probe at the gash on your head. You flinch away, his hand bringing a fresh wave of throbbing pain. 

“I was leaving the store and this group of boys, basically men, jumped me. They demanded I give them money, but I only had my credit card on me.” You pause, swallowing back the nausea rising in your stomach. “Once they realized they weren’t going to get any money from me, they beat me up and ran off. I didn’t get a good look at any of their faces, so...” Your voice cracks as you slowly start to cry, the reality of what happened finally dawning on you. 

Gibbs gently pulls you into a hug, allowing you to cry as long as you need. You finally calm down, taking a few deep breaths to slow your rushed breathing. Another rush of pain sweeps over you, your breath catching in your throat as you try to breath through it.

Gibbs, having sensed your pain, stands before helping you up. “Let’s get you patched up.” He says as you let out a low groan. Now that you were standing, pain flooded through your body, in places you hadn’t even realized hurt.

You try to take a step forward, but you stumble, almost falling to your knees before Gibbs catches you. “Easy.” He says, a hand on your back and the other on your elbow as he leads you to the couch. 

“Just lay back. I’m going to get the first aid kit.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before heading off to the bathroom. You lean back against the worn cushions of the couch, a feeling of complete safety washing over you. 

After those boys had left you in the dark, damp parking lot, the first person you thought of was Gibbs. He had always been there for you, taking on the role of a father figure in your life, something you’d been missing since you’d lost your own father years before. 

“Y/N, I’m going to need you to stand up. I need to feel your ribs to see if any are broken.” You give a small nod, trying not to move your head too much to prevent any flood of pain from your head. He delicately feels along the right, and then the left, side of your ribcage. Near the end of his examination, your breath hitches in your throat as his light touch causes a searing pain to rush through your side.

His hand retreats and he lets out a sigh. “You’ve got a few bruised, maybe even fractured, ribs. Rest will heal those. It doesn’t look like you have a concussion, but you should still be watched, just to be safe.” 

You wrack your brain trying to think of someone you could call to stay with you, but you come up empty. “I-I’m not sure…” You stammer out.

“Y/N, stay here. I’ll keep an eye on you.” He says, giving you a half smile. “Besides, I have a perfectly good bed upstairs.” He offers you a hand, helping you up and leading you upstairs towards his unused bedroom. 

He gets you a change of clothes, along with a glass of water and some ibuprofen. “This will help with the pain. And a change of clothes because yours are...a bit of a mess.” He says with a small smile. 

You nod, taking the clothes and the pain pills he is offering with a grateful smile. “Thank you Gibbs. I don’t...I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t helped me.” He gives your shoulder a soft squeeze and a kind smile. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be there. That’s what family is for right?”

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Schedule 21.03. - 27.03.

Headcanon Monday: Percy Jackson x sad!Reader - Anon

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Enjoy!

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(all drabbles except final two--these are longer fics & are not based on requests)

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Gibbs Has A Wife?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 971

Warnings: Mild language, fluff, pregnancy…

Prompt: Gibbs has been knee deep in a case all week and hasn’t been home to you or your son, so you head to NCIS to talk to him yourself…

Y/N's POV

Angry wasn't even a way to begin how I felt. Livid, we are getting closer. Royally pissed off, that is how I'm feeling.

I swaddle the baby, a hand on my growing bump as I storm off the elevator. I saw his silver hair from where I was coming and his team looked at me confused. I stand at the front of the bullpen when he looks up.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I'm this close to being your fifth ex-wife." I grit out.

"Gibbs has a wife?" Tony asks.

I knew who they all were. Gibbs was fond of each one yet, he wanted to wait awhile before introducing me. He had a blast on teasing them. Jethro stands slowly,  paling once he realized how screwed he was.

"I'm nine months pregnant, we have an eleven month old and I have a job. Yet, I've taken care of every dirty diaper this week, every time he’s got fussy, I got him calmed. I've fed him, I've cleaned the house and made dinner every single night. Yet, you can't show up to have a meal with your goddamn wife? The mother of you two babies. One I spent over twenty hours in labor with and I'm dreading this next one." I snap.

"Y/N/N, honey...calm down. I'm sorry. I've been caught up in a case. I should've called." He says softly and I narrow my eyes.

"If you knew how much I wanted to put my foot up your ass, you'd stay the hell away from me." I snap.

"I know your mad and I'm sorry." He says softly, resting his hands on my hips.

I glare at him, reaching a hand up and slapping him in the back of the head. He smiles nonetheless, rubbing my belly as he stops our little girl from kicking.

"I'm more than mad, Jethro." I snap.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'll make it up. Ziva, come here. Meet your god-son, Leroy Jackson Gibbs. Let Tony and Tim meet him too, but keep an eye on those two. Mostly Tony." Jethro says, taking our son away from my arms.

He places a kiss on his head, smiling softly down at him before handing him to Ziva who smiles and softly coos at him. Tony and Tim stand, going to stand around Ziva as they smile down at Leroy.

Jethro grabs my hand and guides me towards the elevator. He presses the emergency stop button and we were left in the dark. He cups my cheek, but that doesn't stop me from glaring up at him.

"I love you and I'm sorry, honey. It won't happen again." He murmurs.

"I know it won't because if it does, I'm leaving your ass." I snap and he chuckles.

"I love you." He murmurs, caressing my cheek as he leans down.

I huff, looping my arms around his neck. He knew what buttons to push and when to push them. That made me mad, and this time I blamed that on my hormones.

"I love you too, bastard." I grumble.

He chuckles, slanting his lips over mine. It was soft and slow, the two of us wrapped in each others embrace. God. I've missed him. We pull away and I slap him in the back of the head once more.

"What was that for?" He grumbles.

"Your daughter is kicking my ribcage and bladder." I grumble.

"Turn around." He murmurs.

I do as told, his chest against my back. His hands rub my belly before he lifts my stomach. I moan softly, my legs nearly giving out from how good this felt. I lean back against him, closing my eyes. He kisses the side of my head.

I could stay like that forever. We stayed like that for several minutes before he slowly let my belly down. I turn around, pulling him into a hug.

"I missed you." I murmur.

"I missed you too, honey. I'm sorry. I promise I'll do better or at least call.” He says.

We pull apart, but he grabs my hand and we head back to the bullpen to see Tony holding Leroy.

“I’m your Uncle Tony. I will teach you all the best movies to watch. There are some really good old ones that I’m sure you’ll enjoy. Ziva here will tell you all the good books and McGeek…he’ll probably teach you to game.” He rambles.

I smile, looking up at Jethro who looks down at me with a soft smile. I look back at them, putting my other hand on my stomach. Jethro moves behind me, lifting my stomach again as he rests his head on top of mine.

“Mrs. Gibbs, he’s got your hair…but he has Gibbs’ eyes.” Ziva says.

“I know. He’s going to be breaking all kinds of hearts with those eyes. And please, call me Y/N.” I say.

“Be glad he only got bosses eyes, it’s a good thing he got your looks.” Tony teases and I giggle.

“Stop flirting with my wife, DiNozzo.” Gibbs warns.

“He wasn’t. Calm down, Jethro.” I say.

“You’ve got another one in the oven it seems. Do you know the gender and name yet?” Tim asks.

“Oh yes. It’s a girl this time. We are going to name her Caitlyn Shannon Gibbs.” I murmur.

“A-After Kate…” Tony trails off.

“Yes. In honor of Kate…she was a good woman. And Jethro’s first wife, Shannon.” I murmur.

“Little one has woken up again it seems.” Jethro says as our little girl kicks away.

I grimace, rubbing my stomach as Jethro continues to hold it up. I suck in a breath, slowly exhaling.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Ziva asks.

“This one is definitely going to kick asses, that’s for sure.” I chuckle breathlessly.

[lizzyk137]

Hi

Could you please write my idea for jethro Gibbs 🙏

Imagine Gibbs seeing you doing a million steps nightly skin care routine and just laying under the covers and waiting for you to be done and come to bed already and slowly getting frustrated

Maybe a little toddler cuddling in bed with him and Gibbs fake complaining to them about you

“Mommy is taking a long time huh?”

Nightly Routine- Gibbs X Reader Fanfic

Summary: Gibbs' daily night with you doing your skincare routine. Warnings: None, per fluff! Thank you so much for requesting this! I'm so sorry it took so long; I get into funks where I hate everything I write. It's longer than I wanted but i couldn't help thinking about his little family and the adorable dynamics! Hope you enjoy! ❤️

He watched as you grabbed yet another bottle to spray on your face. This was the third thing that you had sprayed on your face in the past 10 minutes.

He knew every step you did morning and night. This spray was step seven of the night. He didn't understand why you had to do a long skin care routine every day. You were beautiful. Your skin was soft and flawless, unlike his that was full of cracks. He'd remind you every day how beautiful you were and occasionally telling you that you could have it worse, aka his skin, but you'd always shake your beautiful head, the light bouncing of your hair like a halo when you did, and you'd always tell him you loved every line and crack on his face, it was beautiful.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

Gibbs turned his gaze down beside him to look at his youngest son, who was holding his badge. He didn't know where he grabbed it from, which concerned him, but his son was always fascinated with it. He even had asked him to show him how to flip it open and around like a real agent does.

"That's great, baby! Can you read the next line?" You cheered from your vanity as you applied the next cream to your face.

Gibbs smiled at you. Even when you took time for yourself, you were still present with your son. "I think you know these letters so tell me what they are." Gibbs spoke up next as he pointed to the word N.C.I.S in the large font that was at the top of the badge card.

Gibbs had helped sound out every word for his five-year-old on the badge card, and you still were doing your routine.

He sometimes would get annoyed with how long it took, not really because of the time but because he wanted you in his arms, your attention fully on him before he had to leave and capture yet another monster. But you didn't ask for anything. You were raising three of his beautiful, making a beautiful home, went above and beyond at work as a special education teacher all the while taking away any baggage or worry, he has carried back from work and restarting him every day so he could be a better man for you and his kids.

You could've asked for more. Way more. But you didn't. You were young when you had first gotten pregnant. A drunken one night with Gibbs, which eventually led to him falling head over heels for you and asking you to marry him. You were worried since having your oldest that you wouldn't be present enough with your career and taking on the father role when Gibbs worked overtime. He actually had to sit you down and tell you it was okay to enjoy doing your skin care and that those minutes were for you to enjoy and unwind. You felt guilty, but after Nathan turned four and you had another on the way, you were thankful for that skin care routine each morning and night.

Your son was nestled into his side, his light brown hair falling into his eyes as he slept. He gave a quick kiss and looked at the clock. 10 p.m. He waited for the quick pitter patter of feet, and then their door opened, revealing his beautiful daughter, a stuffy in one hand, and a book in another.

"Daddy, could you read this?" She came over and sat beside Gibbs, Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing falling into his lap. His daughter was incredibly smart for her age of ten. She had Down Syndrome, and since day one, she's defied every pressure society has given her, excelling above and beyond and making a name for herself in school and the community. She was far smarter than him on subjects, and he always loved it when she taught him new things. His heart burst every time she told him she wanted a career in the same field as her daddy.

Every night, she comes at exactly ten o'clock and asks him to read her a chapter because her eyes got too tired, and he was happy too even though he wasn't the best reader. He perched his glasses on his nose, her head resting on his chest.

He finished the chapter and looked at the clock. 10:30 and you were in the bathroom blowing your little fan to dry your face. He heard the drawers being opened and you were rummaging through them.

The door opened a peak, and he saw his oldest stick his head in. "Hey, I just got back from Josh's. Where's Mom?" Gibbs just raised his eyebrows in reply, earning a small chuckle from his son. "Ah, skin care."

He nodded as he sat the book and his glasses down on the bedside table. Nathan came over and sat beside Sophie, his head resting on the top of hers as he played with her fingers, something that always calmed him down after a long day at school and practice.

His youngest stirred, his eyes blinking open before asking where his mommy was.

His smiled and chuckled, "Mommy is taking a long time, huh?" His joking tone making even his youngest smile.

He heard you laugh at his joke from the bathroom before coming out, your skin glowing and bright. You placed your hands on your hips and just gave him a look before coming over and putting a kiss on your two oldest kid's heads. Each was falling asleep, and he chuckled over how much room they were taking up. His youngest crawled over him and pushed himself in between his siblings whose hands were still clasped.

You both pulled the covers over your sleeping kids before you made your way over to Gibbs. He was glad you had conned him into a king-sized bed, especially since there wasn't much room left for the both of you to sleep. You crawled in next to him and snuggled into his chest, the last few knots of worry leaving him, and he sighed.

"I took a while because I was trying to get off permanent marker from my face." You mumbled into his chest.

"It's okay, you deserve your time, baby, no need to explain." He kissed the top of your head. "I do think we need to explain to the kids that they're bed hogs."

"Or we could just get a bigger bed." He eyed you before smiling and nodding his head as his way of saying yes.

He rubbed your soft cheek with his thumb, your breathing slowing down, your long lashes fluttering closed before he finally closed his eyes.

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gif cred belongs to @specialagentmonkey

a/n take that ending however you want

imagine being gibbs’s daughter and dating mcgee

it was a mutal agreement between you and tim to keep your relationship a secret from your dad. you wanted to avoid the workplace drama and dad drama until you both knew you were ready.

but sometimes it was hard.

sometimes tim saw you sitting at your dad’s desk in the morning, your hair in a messy bun and an old ncis sweatshirt (usually your dad’s not to raise suspicion) hanging off of your body as you scrolled through his computer, and his heart swelled. he’d end up staring at you, wondering how someone so beautiful could actually fall for someone like him. and then your dad would walk in and he’d snap right back to his work.

once, he had been caught staring, and gibbs had given him hell during their case that day.

“any ideas, mcgee?” gibbs sighed.

he shook his head, looking at the scene in front of him. “other than what we already have? no idea, boss.”

“well, get something,” gibbs said. “stare at it like it’s my daughter. maybe then you’ll see something.” and he walked away without another word, leaving the poor probie with wide eyes.

or sometimes tim would be geeking out over a computer when you just-so-happen to be hanging in the bullpen, and you would think it’s so attractive how focused and intense he can get, and find yourself smiling and staring at him. gibbs had caught this once or twice, but just batted it off to your own computer geekiness like a father can do.

but sometimes it’s hard. and that’s why you have the empty supply closet down the hall.

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The Daughter of an Ex-Marine

Masterlist

Pairings: Jethro Gibbs x Daughter!Reader, Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Summary: The reader, Gibbs’ daughter, works for the BAU. When a case gets given to both the BAU and NCIS they are forced to work together… and reader fits the victimology…

Warnings: Victimology, Unsub, Slight Violence, Angst, Fluff, OverProtective!Dad!Gibbs, OverProtective!Boyfriend!Spencer, Fighting

Word Count: 2089

You let out a sigh as you made it through the security at NCIS. You and Morgan were in charge of escorting the agents that you would be working with back to the FBI. You knew why Hotch had given you two this job; Morgan is persuasive and if his methods fail, maybe you could convince your father, Jethro Gibbs, to work with you. You still didn’t like it. “Try to relax (y/n), we’re going to see your father, not an ex-con.”

“He’s an ex-marine Morgan, not to mention he hates the feds. It’s almost as bad,” You said half joking, “Besides, I told him about Spencer and me last time we saw each other and he didn’t take it well.”

“How bad was it?” Morgan asked as you two stepped into the elevator, he knew all about your father and his rules, he was your best friend.

“Worse than when I told him about the tattoo that I got with Abby. He hasn’t taken my calls in a month.”

Morgan’s jaw set, “That’s a real jerk move, you know?”

“Morgan it’s fine.”

“No I’m serious, both of you have jobs where, to be frank, you could die on any case. Even if he’s angry about it, though he shouldn’t be because he has no control over who you date, he at least should let you know he’s doing okay,” He said sternly as the elevator doors opened to the correct floor.

You let out another sigh as you exited the metal box, you didn’t know what to say to him. You and your dad had always been close, way closer than you and your mother anyway. He had been completely opposed to you being an FBI agent, but he didn’t stop you. Things had just been on edge for the last year, that’s when you were transferred to the BAU. The last straw though was last month when you told your father that you broke rule twelve. You two had been having a nice dinner at your favorite place in D.C. and you told him. You got into a huge fight over it, he ended up leaving you at the restaurant. You paid for the food and drove yourself back to Quantico. You got home and cried yourself to sleep that night, your father was disappointed in you, and that broke your heart. You had tried to call him so many times, even trying to talk to him through Abby and Tony, but nothing.

“(Y/N)!” Abby called. Her happy voice pulled you from your thoughts. She had been up in the bullpen talking to the others, but she was running towards you. You opened your arms wide and smiled brightly.

“Hey Abbs,” You said as she hugged you tightly, “Careful if you hug me any tighter you might break something,” You laughed.

“Oh, sorry!” She said with a laugh as she pulled back, “I just missed you, Little Gibbs.”

“I’ve missed you too Abbs,” You said as the three of you made your way over to the bullpen. Mcgee, DiNozzo, Kate, and your father were all in the pen.

“So what are you doing here Little Gibbs? Did you come just to see me?” Tony said with his classy flirty smirk.

“DiNozzo!” Gibbs snapped from his desk without looking up.

Tony grimaced, you laughed, “Definitely not DiNozzo.”

“Yeah, she wouldn’t bring someone else if she was just here to see you,” Kate sassed.

“Good observation Agent Todd. I’m here on official FBI business,” You responded.

“Really? Did Gibbs know about this? Because he’s had me looking for a case all morning,” Tony said.

You rolled your eyes and looked towards your father’s hunched over form. He was completely ignoring the fact that you were here. He was just staring at his computer screen, “So you didn’t tell them? Real mature Jethro,” you spat before looking back at the rest of the team, “This is my friend and team member at the BAU,” You said as Derek pulled out his badge, “Special Agent Derek Morgan. We have to share jurisdiction on the case that we landed this morning. We are here to escort your team to our headquarters.”

“Sounds like fun working with you Little Gibbs,” Tony said, ruffling your hair, “Let’s get going.”

“Who said we were going to your headquarters?” Your father said, again without looking away from his computer.

“Our boss and your boss. You don’t get to fight me on this. Don’t cause a scene just because you’re still angry and immature. Besides the crime scenes are closer to our headquarters.”

Gibbs didn’t say anything, he just got up and glared before bumping into your shoulder as he passed you. Everyone was quiet for a moment before they started to pack up.

~ ~ ~

The car ride was quiet and awkward, so you were actually glad to arrive back at the FBI headquarters in Quantico. The NCIS team followed you and Morgan in silently, everyone could feel Gibbs’ unhappiness, it created a lot of unneeded tension. You went past the bullpen where you all usually worked and went straight to the conference room. The rest of your team was there waiting for you, extra chairs had been brought in to make it so the majority of both teams could sit down. You did a quick set of introductions before Hotch started the briefing. “The reason we are sharing jurisdiction on this case is because of the victimology. The daughters and sons of five ex-marines have been killed in the last two weeks. All between the ages of 22 and 30, all shot in their homes while they were sleeping.” Gruesome pictures of the crime scenes flashed on the screen. You grimaced a bit and your boyfriend Spencer gave you a sympathetic look.

“All of these occurred within a 25-mile radius of where we’re standing right now,” JJ continued, “The local police department has reached out to us for help, and all of our bosses want this case solved as soon as possible. The retired forces in the area are all getting restless.”

“Reid, you, Morgan, and our Gibbs go look at the latest crime scene. Agent DiNozzo, Agent Todd, and I will go talk to some of the victim’s families. Rossi and NCIS’s Gibbs go find out what forensics has found and start working on a profile. JJ, you and Prentiss go down to the local police station, talk to anyone you can about this case.”

“Alright let’s get going,” Morgan said standing up. You and Reid followed him out the door, you were just happy that no one was protesting Hotch’s orders.

~ ~ ~

The case didn’t go exactly as anyone had hoped. You had all done what Hotch had asked, you had a working profile and were able to narrow the suspect list to one person. A guy called Leo Vasen was your unsub. He himself was an ex-marine, and his daughter was killed in an attack on a base. He always blamed the people working on the base, but his guilt soon drove him mad. She had been 25 when she had died, and this guy’s whole purpose seemed to be to make other people feel what he felt. You had him cornered in his small home, but he had warned no one to come any closer. He had a hostage, Marcy Brooks, the 27-year-old daughter of an ex-marine.

The situation was extremely tense, “What will it take for you to give us Marcy?” Hotch asked.

Leo laughed, “There’s nothing you can do. Nothing I want from you,” He was standing in the window with the girl next to him, she was crying. He and Hotch were talking over the phone.

“Hotch, I have an idea,” You said, “I don’t think you’ll like it, but I don’t know if we have a choice at this point.”

“What is it, Gibbs?” He asked, lowering the phone from his ear.

“I fit the victimology, offer him a trade,” You said quietly.

Hotch looked back at your father, “He’s an ex-marine?”

“He is. I know it’s not ideal, but I trust that I’ll come out of this alive and this way we’re sure to get Marcy back to her family.”

“Are you sure about this?” Hotch asked, biting his lip.

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

Hotch handed you the phone, you could hear the murmurs of confusion and concern coming from your fellow agents, but you ignored them, “Who am I speaking to now? I don’t remember giving permission for Agent Hotchner to give up the phone,” Leo’s voice came through the phone, it was raspy and gross.

“My name is Special Agent (y/n), Gibbs. I have a deal.”

“Oh?”

“My father, standing a few feet behind me is an ex-marine. I’m 23. Give us Marcy and you can have me.”

The other side of the phone was silent for a moment, “Deal, but take off that bulletproof vest of yours, you won’t be needing it.”

You handed the phone back to Hotch and started to take your vest off when your father and Reid came over, “What are you doing?!” Reid asked, his eyes full of concern.

“Making a trade.”

You father grabbed your shoulders, “Like hell you are!”

“You got a better plan?” You snapped back.

“No,” He paused for a second, “But you are not going in there. This is way too risky.”

“Your father is right (y/n). This is too dangerous,” Reid said with a sigh, “I know you want to get her back safely, but we can think of another idea.”

“We don’t have the time Spence. I’ll be fine. Just trust me,” You said.

Spencer simply nodded, “By the look in your eyes I can tell that you have a plan,” Jethro said, not looking at you, “I hope it works.”

“It will,” You said as you started to walk towards the house. As you made it to the door the guy let go of Marcy and she ran past you. You kept a stern look on your face as you stood in front of him. Originally when you offered the trade you were trying to figure out a plan of action, but once he made his request you had one. He lifted his gun to shoot, but you pulled out yours. You instantly reacted, and pulled the trigger, he did the same, but his shot was off, and yours was not, “You should have told me to come unarmed,” You said as a hand landed on your shoulder. It was your father. Hotch and Morgan pushed past, checking the guy. You had only shot him in the shoulder, meaning he would most likely live. The paramedics were already there, Morgan, Hotch, and the two doctors got Leo out of the house.

“Good shot,” You dad said as he looked down at you.

“Thanks, he should have been smart enough to tell me to get rid of my gun.”

Jethro laughed and pulled you into his arms, “I’m sorry for what I said, just never do that again.”

“No promises,” You said lightly as you pulled back from the hug.

Reid came running over to you, you just from one tight hug to the next it seemed. You hugged him back tightly. He pulled back enough to give you a sweet kiss, “Next time, let’s think of a different plan.”

“Maybe maybe,” You said with a smile as you kissed his cheek.

“We need to talk about you breaking rule 12 (y/n),” Your dad said.

“Blah blah blah I don’t work for you, therefore, I don’t have to follow your stupid rules,” You replied sticking your tongue at him.

“… Rule 12?” Reid asked as you turned back to him.

“Ignore my dad, rule 12 is stupid anyway,” You said taking Spencer’s hand and pulling him out of the house. Your father laughed a bit as Tony walked up to him.

“Are you okay with that boss?”

He shrugged, “She’s right, she doesn’t work for me, who am I to tell her she can’t date a coworker?”

Tony looked shocked, “Boss! That is so unfair!”

Gibbs smirked, “Deal with it DiNozzo.”