#jethro gibbs x jack sloane

[silverstar70]

Fandom: NCIS Character: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Jack Sloane

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

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

Warnings: 🔞‼️, smut, cute moments, fluff

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

Hi, cowboy!

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum with me, Jack.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

“I slept really good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[atrxides]

Slibbs x Would That I by Hozier

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

[whoa-myninja]

New Chapter(s) | The Oceans We Cross

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

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

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

Read on A03

🩷

[hoffnungswolke]

You can plan for a change in weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

[goodthingscomeinthrees]

you drew stars around my scars

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

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

[thestarwarslesbian]

Seriously - Gibbs and Jack kiss and then she leaves.

Also Secret Agent Jimmy Palmer!!

[withlove-amber]

Peaches and Cowboy

gibbs x reader

This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hopscotchandlemon]

Fictober 2021 Masterlist

“I need you.” Orders (Gibbs x GN Reader)

“You have no proof.” Anaesthetic (Gibbs x Female Reader)

“I’ve waited for this.” Worth Waiting For (Gibbs x Female Reader)

“Fine, I give up.” Sweet Enough (Slibbs)

“I’m not saying I told you so…” On Ice (Gibbs x Reader x Jimmy Palmer)

“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Out of the Cold (Gibbs x Reader)

“That could have gone better.” Better Days (Gibbs x Reader)

“This is it, isn’t it?” The Envelope (Gibbs/Jack/Female OC)

“There’s no right side to this.” Right and Wrong (Gibbs x Reader)

“It’s so quiet.” A Little Peace (Slibbs)

“I swear, it’s not always like this.” It’s not always like this.. (Jimmy x Female OC)

“You keep me safe.” Safe in Your Arms (Gibbs x daughter)

“The things you make me do…” A Little Peace (Part 3) (Slibbs)

“Your information was wrong.” Something to Hide (Gibbs x child OC)

“I like that in you.” Spinning Plates (Gibbs x Female Reader)

“Not this again.” Not Going Out (Team oneshot)

“I’m with you, you know that.” In the Crosshairs (Gibbs x  Female Reader/OC)

“This was not part of the plan.” A Little Peace (Part 4) (Slibbs)

“I feel strange.” Strange Feelings (Gibbs x Reader)

“That’s what I’m known for.” Reputation (Gibbs x Reader)

“What did I say?” Letting in the light (Slibbs)

“No promises.” Pancakes and Coffee (Gibbs x Daughter x Wife)

“This time, do what I say.” In the Kitchen (Slibbs)

“Is this supposed to impress me?” Details (Slibbs)

“Do you know what time it is?” A Little Peace (Part 2) (Slibbs)

“I’m sure this has never worked, ever.” Empty (Gibbs x Reader)

“You could have died!” A Little Peace (Part 5) (Slibbs)

“I don’t have to explain myself.” A Little Doubt (Gibbs x GN Reader)

“Why are we whispering?” Speak Too Soon (Gibbs x Female OC)

“Don’t ruin this.” Build ‘em up (Jimmy x Female Child OC)

“Take me with you.” A Little Peace (Part 6) (Slibbs)

[itsmypersonalagenda]

We need to talk. (Slibbs Fic pt 2)

Oh look, a title.

I feel like Vance would definitely meddle like this. Wasn’t planning on posting this tonight but I wrote t today and realized if I don’t post now I’ll forget it in my iPhone notes.

Here we go, off to neverland. First star on the right then straight on to Slibbs.

Gibbs was, reluctantly as ever, on desk duty until the bullet wound was healed enough for him to be in the field. Vance, secretive as ever, had made his way over to Jack’s office and taken a seat on her couch, propping his feet up on the table in the process.

“What’s up Leon?”

“I have a question.”

“About me and Gibbs?”

“I-“

“Nothing is going on. Why do people keep asking-“

“Because as discreet as Gibbs can be, if you’ve known him long enough, like I have, you can read his eyes. He likes you Jack. And I can’t have that in the way of work.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying figure out your own feelings before you both end up stuck.”

They remained silent for a moment before he spoke up as he got to his feet.

“Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good. I look forward to seeing you both happy. You each deserve it.”

He slipped out of her office and she picked up a few darts to think with.

Once she had a game plan she headed for her door, only to bump into the man she had been about to look for. He steadied her with his hands on her waist and they both stopped for a split second before pulling apart and speaking at the same time.

“We need to talk.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Come on in.”

They took a seat beside each other on the couch and he started up first.

“Listen, Jack I.”

He sighed loudly before continuing.

“Damnit. I’ve got a lot of rules. And I mean a lot. But judging by all the people who have come through this building, some of my rules ain’t that important. Just look at Bishop and Torres-“

“You know about that?”

“Of course I know about that. Anyway, what I’m tryna say is, if you feel the same way, I’d like to... ya know... take you out to dinner. Whenever you’re not busy.”

He wasn’t making eye contact, so he didn’t see her grinning at him.

“Hey, Jethro. Look at me.”

His gaze shifted towards her and her grin brightened even more.

“I’d like that. A lot.”

———

? How’d I do?

[tragic-shadows]

Hi can get Plot Prompt #23 and Dialogue Prompt #20 with Gibbs

A/N: Wow this took wayyyy too long to write, so very sorry! also i have no idea wtf happened while I was away but editing is really really weird and it's almost impossible to add tags so if you should be tagged and aren't I have no idea how to fix it :(

Title: Forgive and Forget

Word Count: 3259

Warnings: Gunshot, bullet wound, hospitals

Pairings: GibbsxReader

“Y/N we cleared the building,” Gibbs cries, “Just go already I said I would search the house again! For Pete’s sake, you’re wearing a vest. Just do this. But do it my way. Don’t just storm in there.”

You shove him away from you, taking steps towards the house. “This—“ you snatch a fallen tree branch to break the door— “is my family.”

“Y/N,” Gibbs begged, taking another step towards you, “listen to me! I know it is, but remember rule 10!”

“What about rule 11? When the job’s done, walk away.” Swinging the branch over your shoulder you take it up to the door. “The job’s not done Gibbs. Not until I catch the SOB who murdered my sister, it won’t be over.”

The glass crashes to the ground as you lodge the branch in it, arching through to unlock the door. It clicks open and you kick it in, glancing back at Gibbs. “Y/L/N don’t disobey my orders! Said to go back to the shop and question the workers and I will research the house. Not you!” He rolls his eyes, knowing there was no danger. He got back in the car and pulled out his phone.

You ignore him, turning back into the house behind. You’re so busy searching the house that you don’t register the footsteps behind you until it’s too late.

“Hey kitten,” he whispers in your ear.

Turning rapidly, you knock into a table and fall to the floor. “David,” you gasp. 

“Hey sweetheart,” he held his gun up, gently stroking your chin as you tried to turn away. “Gimme the gun, baby.” 

You reach to your pocket trying to dial Gibbs, “No,” you say to David.

David tsk tskd your answer and pulled the hammer back on his weapon. “Give me. The gun.” 

You wince when he slaps you. You slide it out and shove it in his hand. There was another click and you hide a smile, Gibbs had come up behind David, pistol pushed into his back.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.” He pushes it farther to the mans back.

“Sorry agent,” David says quietly, pulling one hand around back to meet the cuffs.

You barely register the finger to the trigger before your vision goes black. 

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“Y/N, need you to wake up,” Gibbs whispered, holding on to your hand. “Please.” He shook his head, squeezing your hand tighter. “I’m sorry, should have listened. Shoulda brought him in when you first brought it up.” 

An EMT administers the anesthesia as she keeps Gibbs updated. “Two more minutes, we’re almost there, sir.” 

“Well get there faster!” Gibbs yells. He dials his phone again, trying to get ahold of someone or anyone but he knew they were all on crunch time working this case. He tried Vance, Sloane, Ducky, Palmer, Bishop, and just about everyone else. 

“More pressure,” the EMT demands, placing Gibbs hand over your bullet wound. She adjusts some dials on the IV. “We’re pulling into the hospital now,” she says after glancing up front. “We’ll get her into surgery right away.” 

“Better be a damn good surgeon,” Gibbs responds, moving out of the way so they can wheel you out on the gurney. 

He follows you at a running pace as the doctors fly through the corridors, finally a nurse stops him, saying he can’t go any further. “I’m a federal agent what do you mean I can’t get through?!” 

“I mean you can’t get through, sir. She’s in good hands. I promise you that but I need you to sit down.”

“To heck with that, I’m not sitting down!” He throws his hand sup, continuing to pace back and forth outside the large doors.

“OR is already prepped, as soon as they have all the necessary info, which won’t be long, they’ll start the procedure.”

There’s a soft hand on Gibbs shoulder and he whips around to see Dr Confalone. 

“Take a breath, Popeye. All this worrying isn’t gonna get you anywhere once Y/N gets outta there.”

“Gah who called you here?!” Gibbs exclaims, reluctantly following her out into the waiting room.

“Dr. Taft of course.”

“Taft?” Gibbs looks around but doesn’t see the familiar face. “Why?”

“You don’t already know? As soon as they got the call and you told them who you were he said he would do the surgery. Was already over here for some patient file reviews, so it seemed like the best option. He told me you’d probably be a wreck considering what you feel for her.” She offers Gibbs some Water out of the cooler and he takes it, downing it in one gulp and sitting back in one of the chairs.

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about that ever again?”

“Jethro it’s kind of important. Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

He sighs, knowing arguing won’t get him anywhere. “I’m not feeling much at all to be honest. Saw her shot, shot the bad guy, called emergency and here we are. Can’t really believe it’s Y/N in there. Shoulda been me.”

“It is part of the job,” Grace shakes her head, clearly battling with her own feelings and thoughts about the situation.

“What.” Gibbs snaps. “You think it’s my fault don’t you? For being belligerent and not going in with her.”

Grace doesn’t answer as she stares at the OR doors. “I’m just glad you’re both ok.”

“Not ok yet,” Gibbs sighs, laying back in the chair. “Wake me in half an hour.” He closes his eyes, but he doesn’t sleep. He listens to the sounds of the hospital but doesn’t read tot it all. He feels his other agents take a seat next to him but doesn’t look at them or even acknowledge that they’re there. Part of him is relieved that his doctor is the one operating on you, but of course he’s still worried sick.

He opens his eyes after an hour, not wanting to when he was supposed to, but still ignores the agents next to him, instead going across the room to stare out the window with Grace. “We talk more?” He asks.

“You? You and me?” Grace sounds like she’s going to laugh but if she is she doesn’t. “Yeah, what’s on your mind?”

“I want to tell her.” 

Grace takes a step back in surprise. “You want to tell her? Who are you and what have you done with my favorite patient? Are you sure? That doesn’t seem like a good idea, considering all your rules! I mean I’m not saying not to but..” She cuts herself off, realizing she’s rambling. “Sorry, I just didn’t think you ever would.”

“Know she’s younger than me, but it’s something I don’t want to lose.”

“Agent Gibbs,” a familiar voice calls from across the room.

Gibbs turns quickly, rushing over to Dr. Taft. “What the hell didn’t you tell me you were in town?” Gibbs barks, then switches gears. “Where is she, how is she?” 

“Alive, and that’s a miracle. You did a good thing calling as fast as you did, not handling it your way as you like. She’s out of surgery but she’s not ready to see anyone yet, barely awake.”

“Let me see her.” 

“Can’t do that yet,” Taft shakes his head, “she’s still not a pretty sight. Had to stop the internal bleeding before we could take out the bullet. She’s stitched up but it’s going to be a long recovery.”

“I said take me to her room damn it!” Gibbs raises his voice. “I need to see for myself that she’s alright.”

“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in surrender.

“Boss can we go?” McGee pipes up from the sitting area.

“No. Go back to the office, tell everyone what’s going on. Get some rest.” He gives a half smile back before he follows Taft back to the post op.

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You looked awful, no doubt about it. David had put the bullet in your shoulder right above the heart, so that you would quickly bleed out but not die right away. Gibbs almost fell, trying to make it to your bed, like his feet wouldn’t work. Dr. Taft brought over a chair and left him be.

Gibbs shook his head, trying to get a good look at your face through all the tubes and wires. “Gosh Y/N, why’d I have to let you go in there like that? Shoulda pulled you out this is all my fault. Shoulda known he’d be hiding out back.” He set his head in his hands but didn’t cry. Gibbs never cries. “I wish I woulda told you sooner. Though I don’t think we coulda worked. You’re too headstrong stubborn and I’m too old.” he finally says with a chuckle, “Think you’re pretty hot. There. Said it. Like you a lot, Y/N. Hope you get out of this dreadful bed soon so I can tell you that face to face. Tell you that I love you.” He awaited a response as if you were awake right in front of him.

“Need you to look at me,” he whispers. “Need to know you’re gonna be alright.” He was close to crying, not that he would ever admit it to anyone, certainly not Dr. Confalone next week during their session. “Please don’t go,” Gibbs holds onto your hand as gently as he possibly can. “Need you here Y/L/N.”

You struggle to move your mouth, realizing he was unaware that you were awake. Taft said barely not “not at all.” you form what you hope is a smile and not a pained grimace “Yeah?” You ask through your breathing tube. He jolts beside you.

“You heard all that?” 

“Yeah,” you agree, quietly. 

“Didn’t mean for you to.” 

“Why’d you say it,” you take a deep breath “then?”

“Don’t know,” he admits. “True though.” 

“Yeah,” you find yourself saying for the third time. There’s the click of the door as Taft comes back in. 

“Oookayyyy how we doing?” He asks you.

You try and shrug, trying to point to the tube. “Out,” you grumble. You had never been someone to heavily rely on others so being on a ventilator was not your idea of a good time. (Was it anyones really?) 

“Yeah I think it looks good. Breathe through this it’ll feel weird.” He pulls it out with a schluck and you cough on the clean air. “Drink.” Taft shoves a glass to your mouth and helps you get it down, just a few sips. “Nurse is on her way to do a few tests.”

You nod and Taft gets the hint to let you and Gibbs talk alone. 

“Shoulda probably asked you when you still had the tube in cause all you could say was “yeah”. But when you’re outta this place—“

You cut him off. “Gibbs. Listen I- I’m flattered really I am. It’s just, I almost died. And there’s a lot to me that you don’t—”

“Said you weren’t supposed to hear it.” He stands up and the chair falls back with a thud, he spins and walks as fast as he possibly can, leaving you grasping for the rest of your sentence.

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Gibbs didn’t visit you at all in the two weeks you were in the hospital. Kind of a sucky move you thought. Abby came over every day, telling you about what was going on in the office and bringing you little treats. Palmer and Ducky stopped by with some of your favorite soup, McGee brought you flowers every few days, Bishop was out of town on a family matter but she still called off and on. Torres brought you magazines (not that you read any because they were all either Sports Illustrated, Reader’s Digest or Cars Weekly, none of which you were very interested in. Agent Sloane who you had barely talked to since she got here even brought you a get well card, letting you know that it was gonna suck for a while and then still suck, just not as much.

And Gibbs? Gibbs did nothing. He didn’t call, didn’t text. Didn’t even send a message through someone else. Of course that meant you were not at all surprised when he didn’t show up when you were being discharged from the hospital. 

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask Abby after climbing into her car for her to take you home.

“Wrong? What do you mean?”

“Gibbs. He still hasn’t called or anything. I know we don’t have a case, what’s he been doing this whole time. I even called him and he didn’t answer. I emailed him and he didn’t answer.”

“Oh.. right, that.” She groans. “You know I’m a terrible liar.”

“That’s why I asked you.”

“He hasn’t told me anything, seriously. All I know is he came back from the hospital the day you were admitted and hasn’t been the same since. At first we all thought it was something to do with your condition but when we saw you were ok it couldn’t be that. Maybe it’s just because you’re not at the office.” She smiles slightly. “It’ll be okay. We will all be okay in the ends, and if we aren’t, then it isn’t the end.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“The only thing is..”

“What?” You demand.

“Oh look!” Abby exclaims, “We’re here. At the office! Which means you should go in and greet your team and not talk to me about Gibbs anymore.” She grins awkwardly and runs around to help you out of the car. “You ready?”

“I’m ready.” You weren’t ready. The bullet had dome some damage. Not irreversible with the right physical therapy but it would take time. It entered right above your hear and currently your left arm was in a sling, almost completely immobile. You didn’t want to be the weak one on the team, and quite honestly you were scared of what Gibbs would do. He would either catapult you back into work or not talk to you for another week. You were hoping it was neither.

McGee was the first to see you, embracing you in a side hug. “So glad you’re back, Y/N, boss hasn’t been the same since you’ve been out.”

“So I’ve heard.” You follow him into the bullpen, leaving Abby to go back down to her lab.

The only one there right now is Gibbs, of course. You bite your lip, nervous to talk him. “Hey Gibbs,” you say quietly.

“Hm?” He turns around quickly, not realizing how close he was to you. He takes a step back. “Hey.” He says, suddenly out of breath, like he had run up and down ten flights of stairs. 

“I think we need to talk,” you avoid eye contact, instead staring at your own shoes. 

“Why?”

“Why?” You counter his question with your own. “Maybe because you screamed at me to hold on and then for two weeks you didn’t come speak to me?”

“Nothin’ to talk about. Been busy.” And he left it at that, brushing past you to MTAC.

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That night as Abby was driving you home you told her to take a detour. “I need to talk to Gibbs.” You heard her swallow hard but she turned onto his road, letting you off at his house.

“Good luck, Y/N,” she gives you thumbs up as you turn.

The door was open as always so you went inside, looking around before realizing he was probably in the basement. You were about to descend the rickety wooden stairs when you saw someone with her.

“Gibbs,” she says. “Talk to her please.”

“Jack you know I can’t do that,” he aggressively sands the boat.

“Why not? I saw the way you were with her today, it was awful. She looked heartbroken, and everyone’s noticed you havent been the same these two weeks. You didn’t get her shot, you know that. It’s just a risk of the job. I don’t blame you and I don’t think she does either. So pull up your big boy pants and call her!” She raises her voice, almost yelling. You hated seeing Gibbs like this you did. You couldn’t understand why he was being so distant.

Then you do.

You bolt through the basement door, into the living room. If either of them came up it would look like you had just gotten here. You replay that first hospital day in your head. He had said he needed you. He said he liked you. A lot. And your response made it sound like you didn’t feel the same. It wasnt that at all. And he wasn’t too old for you, he was absolutely everything. You were just afraid that you carried too much baggage for an already tired man. So you gathered yourself up and stormed back to the basement, not watching where you were going and slamming into Jack.

“Oh!” exclaims. “Oh Y/N I’m so sorry you came outta nowhere!”

“No it’s ok, I’m sorry I should have been watching where I was going,” you reach over with your good hand to your arm.

“I didn’t hurt it more did I?” Jack inspected your shoulder through the sling but you assured her it was fine. “Make him talk to you, okay? No one word answers.”

“Yeah, I got it, thanks Sloane.” 

“Anytime girl, anytime.” She winks, leaving you to go down yourself. You watch him work for a minute before stepping down carefully, the squeaky steps giving you away.

“Hey,” you smile, coming to stand a little bit away from him. 

“Hey yourself,” he smiles back. That’s a good sign.

“Listen, Jack told me to make you talk but I don’t want to hear it because what I have to say is more important. At the hospital I wasnt saying that I didn’t feel the same, I was just afraid because I’m very.. complicated.”

“Ya’ think I’m not?” He asks.

You look at his blue eyes, seeing something you’ve never seen before. Gibbs was scared.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt. “And I know I’m not supposed to say that but I am so sorry I went in there like that, I was angry. I knew nothing would bring my sister back but knowing that guy is dead,” you pause.

“Doesn’t make you feel any better?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle slightly. 

“Here.” Gibbs hands you the sand paper. “With the grain,” he says, softer than his words before. 

“No,” you whisper back, letting yourself be between him and the boat. “I didn’t come here to help you with your boat I came here because I wanted to tell you that I want to try. Us. You, me.” You search his face, and suddenly you cant because he’s on you, kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. You gasp, your hand coming up to meet his face as you were pushed into the side of the boat. His hands roam your body, up to your shirt and under. Oh yeah, this was a good decision. In a moment he lets you breathe.

“I’m hungry,” you say.

“Yeah?” He smirks. “For what?”

“Chinese,” you say with another smirk. “And as far as I know you’re American.”

“I could change for you.”

“Jethro, are you sure about all this?” You ask.

“As sure as I’ve ever been about anything, more sure than Diane.”

“Well that’s great to know.”

You both stare at each other for a few seconds before you pull him back in. “I love you Jethro.” 

“I love you Y/N.” He says back.

“Then show me,” you whisper, letting him kiss you senseless once again.

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[jenni3penny]

'Enough For Now', Kibbs & mild Slibbs, 'Lawyer'

[atrxides]

You’re Losing Me by Taylor Swift

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

[loganstonegibbskinney]

NCIS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Jack Sloane - 15x05 for the very sweet admin of @gibbssloanencis 

[hoffnungswolke]

Lucky for me Your kind of heaven's been to hell and back

[oneshotnewbie]

Survive or die (Navy CIS - Reader x Gibbs Team)

A/N: This idea came from a dream I had. I tried to write it down because I liked it. In this fanfic there will be the new team (Ellie, Jack and Kasie) except for Nick. Tony is a part of this story because I miss him. Also a small info... From now on I will write for NCIS! I will write for any woman x Reader and man x reader (platonic fluff, no romance or relationship). Angst, fluff, whatever you want.. Send it in, there are not a lot of NCIS oneshots on here!! :)  ---- The next day was over for you at the NCIS office and you smiled slightly as you leaned back in your chair, put your arms behind your neck and watched Tony scribble lost and annoyed in the reports. The last days have been more than exhausting and you all felt the tiredness. But none of you even thought of sleep, the case you had at the moment was just too important and serious.

A serial killer was up to mischief in D.C, usually not a NCIS case. However, the victims were only women who were either a member of the NCIS itself or served in the Navy. He already kidnapped six woman, took them to different parts in different forests. He tortured them and beat them to death with stones or drowned them in the freezing rivers and ponds.

You did not have a reasonable lead yet, except for a fingerprint on a smooth stone, which was useless because no DNA was stored in the system and some fibers that turned out to be a jacket that had been sold over a hundred thousand times.

And so you tried to use the evidence and information, a phantom picture from a man that was not quiet sure what he saw and a few other things to find and arrest the murderer so that he could no longer hurt anyone. "So, I am done for today." Tony looked up perplexed from his files in front of him, his left eyebrow raised and mouth slightly open. "How? You had more reports on the table than I did!" "Yeah, but the difference between Y/N and you is, that she actually works, Tony." McGee intervened and caught a laugh from Ellie.

You got up and started packing up your things and tidying up your desk. Fully written papers that had not managed to get into the files and your empty tea cups found their way to the garbage while you laid the finished documents on Gibbs table. "Wait, why are you packing up? We have three more hours until the end of the day!" Tony whined as he looked on his watch, the fourth time in this hour already. "I asked Gibbs if I can go earlier today." you simply stated and put the jacket over your shoulders.

Now he was the one leaning in his chair. His eyes were formed into small slits and he looked deeply into your eyes. He smirked as he stood up, ready to pick up a little game with you. "Someone has a date, huh?" You rolled your eyes and walked over to your blonde partner to give her a goodbye hug as always. She was super nice to you from the start and you had a connection from the beginning, you became an inseparable team. She was your best friend at work and after. She did not even hesitate to decline that you were hers too. You both shared some kind of bond, that everyone could see and no one could destroy. "Who is the lucky guy?" Ellie smiled at you since she knew where you were going before looking to Tony, giving him a glare he was afraid of. She was protective when it came to you, like a big sister you never had. She waited, she knew that Tony and you loved acting up all the time. You quickly turned around and walked with slow steps to him. You faced each other, there was no longer any personal space between you. "You know, because you are so curious, it is actually a woman."

His eyes opened suddenly, they were now the size of two tennis balls when he looked at you in surprise and disbelief. His mouth was wide open and he could not utter a single sound.

You leaned slowly against his ear as you whispered something to him. "She is tall, brown-haired, beautiful green eyes." you started to grin against his ear when you felt Tony's lips move, almost trembling as he got inpatient for more informations. "She is smart and she is.."

You licked your lips as you turned away from his ear and looked at him intently. From the corner of your eyes you saw how McGee and Ellie started smiling almost unmanageable while they waited for Tonys smile to fade fast. Both knew where you had to go because they, on the contrary of Tony, really listened to you when you talked.

You could no longer torture them.

"Also my doctor!" you said loudly and he jumped up from his thoughts while you walked away saying Tim goodbye, laughing while you left him there in shock.

It was a routine check-up that you had at your neuro-doctors office every six months. Since your adolescence you have complained almost every day about headaches and blurred vision. Your parents never took this seriously, saw it as an excuse to skip school or paid courses in taekwon-do and piano. So you had to live with this stabbing pain until you were old enough to take care of your health on your own. After the CT scan, at that time without any findings, your doctor put you on medication that helped you cope with the pain and go on about your work. However, he needed a new CT every six months so that nothing would be overlooked if something had happened in your brain and side effects would arise. And now it was that time again, the computed tomography had to be done. But you never got to the doctors office.

[wckrshm]

this was so dramatic and for what 💔