#ncis female reader

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Breaking Free

[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader

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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.

“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”

The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.

Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”

“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.

Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.

The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”

“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”

Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”

He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.

You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.

Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.

“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”

A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”

Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”

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LJG tags 🖤 @ilovemark1951 @doctorwhofan24

[zvdvdlvr]

— Drive All Night

— 🖊️. Synopsis. You’ve been quiet; more quiet than normal. Gibbs wants you to know that despite as stoic as he is, he does care. (inspired by ‘call your mom’ by noah kahan and lizzy mcalpine)

— 🖊️. Warnings. Ooc Gibbs but idc. Comfort fic kinda. I self project. Mentions suicide. Mentions Shannon and Kelly Gibbs.

— 🖊️. Tracklist. Track One Track Two Track Three Track Four Track Five

Gibbs looked over at your form, slumped over. He looked at his watch: 23:37. You were usually the person to stay late, to work on the things that were undesirable for everyone else. You hadn’t left the building earlier than 20:00 in months.

He knew why- or rather, knew of why you stayed late. Jenny had told him you had problems, problems taking care of yourself and neglecting yourself; sometimes choosing to take out your own anger and depression on yourself. But you were the best of the best. In fact, you were the best and the youngest. Aged twenty eight.

“Y/n.”

You snapped up, eyes landing on your boss’s. “What’s- what do you need?” You asked, setting your pen down and closing the file.

Gibbs watched you watch him, rigid in your chair.

He knew you were scared to trust; to open your heart and let people in. You had been working for NCIS and had only went out for drinks with the team thrice- Ducky’s birthday, Ziva’s birthday, and Abby’s birthday. You were included, but you seperated yourself for reasons unknown.

“I want to go for a drive. Come with me,” Gibbs said.

Lately, Gibbs had noticed how tired you were, closing your eyes for longer amounts of time, straight chugging your coffee, and getting in and leaving althe office after Gibbs got there. But you were efficient, getting not only your paperwork done, but working on most of Tony’s as well (something that made Gibbs unusually mad).

You were literally working yourself to death and chose to add more to the pile. Was it to get away from your thoughts? To get away from your home situation? What were you running from?

“I have work to do-“

Gibbs chuckled. “You’re the fastest agent to complete their paperwork. You do Tony’s. Tim’s, even. You’re more than ahead on your reports.”

You gnawed at your lip. “Sir, I’m getting ready to go home.”

Liar. Gibbs shook his head in amusement. “That’s an order, y/n.”

At that, you shut off your light and grabbed your coat. “Ok.”

The walk to the elevator was quiet. You wondered what Gibbs wanted. Were you getting fired? You had not done anything out of the ordinary recently… what could Gibbs want?

You climbed into the passenger seat and prayed you were keeping your job.

Gibbs started the truck and drove out of the parking lot. “So,” he started.

You didn’t say anything. You just looked out the window, taking in the life. “What do you want?”

“To know,” Gibbs replied. He turned down the radio and kept his eyes trained forward.

“Know about…?” You prompted, cutious as to what he wanted.

Gibbs shrugged. “You.”

“Y/n l/n, aged 28. My eyes are-“

“Not from your file.”

Silence fell. You didn’t have amything interesting to say about yourself other than the fact that you went to the gym and had an extensive collection of sunset polaroids. And there was no way Gibbs wanted to know about your childhood. That sould be disappointing. Disappointing to tell him about how ordinary and unimportant you were, your own family leaving you. It’s disappointing- exactly the reason why she did what she did: to be more than disappointing. In fact, you had a new reason not to be a disappointment: Gibbs. He, in your time at NCIS, had become one of the few people you never wanted to disappoint.

“Well then… I don’t know what you want to know,” you mumbled dully. Please, you thought, don’t let this change your opinion of me.

Gibbs looked over to see you already looking at him. He couldn’t see your expression, but you looked like you were already thinking about what he would say next.

“Tell me something, y/n. Anything.” Gibbs stated. He slowed down and turned left. He himself didn’t seem to have a destination, making you wonder how long Gibbs would drive around.

You didn’t want to talk, but you yearned for Gibbs to know, to look at everything you’ve gone through and done and understand why you are the way you are.

Of course you trust him, though. That’s not the problem for once. The problem is you don’t want Gibbs to get the wrong impression of you, or come to the conclusion that you’re a fraud or something.

“Tell me something about you first,” you shot back easily, relaxing a little bit into the seat.

So, Gibbs told you about a woman named Shannon and a beautiful baby girl named Kelly. He told you about Shannon’s rules, how he knew that she was the one. A young Leroy Gibbs knew that Shannon Fielding would be the love of his life.

And Gibbs also told you about the case that killed them: the gun, the bullet, and the casing. He told you about his habits after they died, how cold and snappy he was. He told you about- despite his madness- a certain Donald Mallard kept forcing his way into Gibbs’ life, making sure Gibbs knew he wasn’t alone.

“What I’m tryin’ to tell ya is… we are here for you, kid. You aren’t truly alone in this miserable world,” Gibbs finished quietly.

By now, Gibbs had parked in front of a house- his house?- and completely torn down the barrier between boss and coworker.

You weren’t gonna lie, you were crying by now. Tears silently streaming down your cheeks as the man you most admired and looked up to told you about the best and worst days of his life- all the while he had no idea about who you are.

“I didn’t-“ you started, sniffling. You turned to look at him, tears blurring your vision. Some of the phrases he had used to describe his pain rang in your ears and Gibbs knew it- he knew you could relate to some of the things he said and felt.

“Stay the night, kiddo,” Gibbs said, reaching over to pat your shoulder.

As he exited the truck, you felt more tears burning in your eyes: that pat on the back literally gave y/n a reason to live.

Maybe, y/n thought, all the lights that had shut off could turn back on.

[blackterrae]

Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Princess Bride

Alice In Borderland

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Napoleon Dynamite

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

Damsel

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

The good doctor

Tiktokers: Vinnie hacker

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Cruel Intentions

Burnt

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Nicolas Galitzine

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James, PRETTYMUCH Bay, Daniel Caesar, October London, Steve Lacey, Artemas, YUNGBLUD, Andy Biersack,Eduardo Vega(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Bones

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

The Sympathizer

The Invitation

Jawbreaker

Hunger Games

Saved By the Bell

Eve (2003)

Yellowstone

Superstore

Rodrick Heffley

Tracker

Girlfriends

Grown-ish

CSI

Kingsman

Scoot Pilgrim vs the world

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @sunflowertuliplily @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @artemisthewh0re @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle

[ohtobeleah]

NCIS // Bradley Bradshaw

Masterlist

NCIS // Bradley Bradshaw knows when his soon to be wife shows up randomly on Friday evening at the Hard Deck it can’t be good. But just how bad could things really be, right? (8.2k)

Intercepted // When called for a case, DiNozzo and McGee show up at your house uninvited and stumbled upon a startling sight. (3.5k)

When // After Bradley spills his guts about details of the uranium mission, it sends you into a spiral of always wanting to be one step ahead. Upping your training to the point it becomes increasingly worrying (2.4K)

Boundaries // A call comes in on your day off about a hostage situation. Dragging your husband Bradley and his best friend Hangman into an active crime scene, the situation could not have turned out any worse. (8k)

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Tag: @auroraboreallisfine @tigerfan24 @atarmychick007 @rosee-sensuelle @unhingedhousehold

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The Sounds of Justice - Master List

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

A/N: This is my response to the mafia AU poll that I posted. It was a challenge to write it but it was worth it. Comments and reblogs are very much welcomed and I hope you enjoy the fic. Please take notice of the warnings; they are exactly the same as the warnings on this page and they will be at the top of each chapter.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

[novamariestark]

Slip of the Tongue - Alden Parker

Summary: You accidentally call Alden his pet name in front of the team

Warnings: None, except maybe, use of a pet name

Word count: 1681

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x reader

[A/N] I've been working on this for weeks and it didn't really end up as well as I pictured it in my head but I am happy that my lazyass brain let me write something.

You hadn’t meant to say it. It was an accident. Just a slip of the tongue. You knew for sure that Nick was never going to let you live this down.

You and Alden have been together for about six months and for the sake of your professional relationship, you kept it secret. At least you did. It didn’t take an investigator to figure it out.

You all hadn’t long come back from a crime scene and whilst you were there, you spotted someone suspicious. His body language set him apart from all the other onlookers. That’s when Gibbs’ voice popped into your mind.

Rule 35: Always watch the watchers.

You were the team’s profiler and one of the best. Many agents came by and asked for your thoughts on possible motives or to observe an interrogation. Your journey into psychology and profiling began when you were just 15 years old. When you met Ducky. At that time, he was in the middle of his pursuit of his master’s degree in psychology. The world of the human mind had held a certain mystique that had captivated you from the start, just as much as Ducky's stories did.

When Ducky decided to retire as ME, he personally chose you and Jimmy as his successors. You initially apprehensive about taking that role given the size of the shoes you had to fill but Ducky believed that you were both more than capable to do the job. As it turned out, he was right. As usual.

When you got back to your desk, you immediately started to investigate the onlooker you had seen. You started to run him through facial recognition hoping to find something. Whilst you were waiting for a hit, you looked through the crime scene photos, looking for something you may have missed when you took the photo.

A little over an hour later, your computer beeped, and like meerkats, the team all looked up from their tasks.

“Ooh, sounds like [Y/N] has something,”

You shook your head, you hadn’t found anything, just the name of the onlooker, “No, it’s just an e-mail, ignore it,”

The team exchanged glances but didn’t push any further. You turned your attention to your “e-mail” and began scouring databases, cross-referencing information, and followed his digital trails, determined to find out if he had anything to do with it.

Soon you find out that he’s got a lengthy list of offences, violent ones, “McGee?” you spoke up, shifting in your seat to look at him.

“Yeah?” he asked looking away from his screen giving you his full attention.

“Have you looked into the wife yet?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.

McGee couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't tell me you're following Tony's logic," he teased, referring to their former colleague's penchant for the saying, "It's always the spouse."

You joined in the laughter, shaking your head. "No, just wondering. I mean, I could if you're busy,"

McGee scrunched his eyebrows at you, “Okay, what are you working on over there?” he asked getting increasingly curious.

You glanced around the room and noticed that the entire team had turned their attention to you. You sighed and then looked back at Tim. "Rule 35," you said simply.

“Really? Someone set off your spidey sense?” he asked, you nodded in response.

“Care to share?” Alden asked, “What’s rule 35?”

You chewed your lip, would he be annoyed you kept this to yourself? You opened your mouth to answer but McGee beat you to it.

“Uh, Gibbs’ rule 35. Always watch the watchers,” he explained.

“I uh, saw a man in the crowd of onlookers. His body language was different than everyone else,” you explained further, “It was just a hunch, if it led anywhere, I would tell you guys,”

“And did it?” Alden asked, standing up from his desk and walking over to yours. You looked up at him. Sometimes you wondered how you managed to concentrate at all with how damn sexy he was. All. The. Time. But you did.

“Um, the guy I saw has a restraining order against him by a Naomi Fisher,” you shrugged, “I know that’s the first name of the victim’s wife and…” you stopped when you saw a look on his face, one you couldn’t decipher. Not that you’d tell Nick that, “I’m sorry, I just thought that it was suspicious, I should have told you,” you looked down at your hands on the desk, at the keyboard, anywhere away from his eyes. Beside you, you could hear the clacking of McGee’s keyboard.

“Naomi Wilkes’ maiden name is Fisher,” he spoke up with a laugh.

“Oh, come on,” Torres groaned playfully from the other side of you, “How am I supposed to kiss ass if you’re always using your superpowers?”

Alden smiled at you, “Good job,” he said before turning to walk away.

“Thanks, daddy,” you said, immediately clasping your hands over your mouth. Alden stops dead in his tracks.

The office fell into a stunned silence, and the team's jaws dropped making it clear that they had caught your slip up. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized what you had just said. Oh shit. Why did you say that? Because he praised you? Was that your weakness?

What the hell, of course it is. You were surprised you lasted this long.

You quickly looked at Alden, "I'm sorry, Alden,"

He gave you a subtle, reassuring smile, “It’s alright, [Y/N]”

Jess exchanged a knowing glance with Tim, who wore a subtle grin and Nick was trying and failing to suppress his laugh.

“Okay, stay focused still got a case to solve. Everyone back to what they were doing,” Alden said returning to his desk, “[Y/N], create a profile on your onlooker,” he said with a smile.

You smiled back, “Sure,”

***

You delved into both his and Naomi’s background, their relationship going as far back as pre teen years. They dated, he got multiple arrests and she filed a restraining order against him 5 years ago after he almost killed her little brother. He is currently out on parole. You found the number of his officer and rang them up. After the call you find that he’s missed his appointment with his parole officer and can’t be found. You decided to call metro and ask if they could place some officers outside Naomi Wilkes house just in case he returned.

“Okay, I’m done,” you said standing up, you faintly hear Nick mumble ‘this’ll be good,’ he enjoyed watching you analyse things, as did everyone else. Especially Alden, he found it completely sexy.

“His name is Jon Milton. He was recently released from prison on parole however his parole officer doesn’t know where he is. Anyway, he has an obsessive fixation on Naomi. He is unable to accept the end of their relationship. This is a possible motive for the murder of Craig Wilkes, likely an attempt to regain control over her and may even be punishment for her moving on. He’s narcissistic, he believes he is entitled to her affection, her love, her loyalty. He sees her choices as a direct threat to his self-esteem and he reacts with anger and violence to reassert his dominance. He has a violent history which indicates that he has often resorted to aggression as a means of gaining control. He’s delusional. He’s convinced himself that killing Naomi’s husband was the only way to regain her affections. He also exhibits psychopathic traits. He’s lacking empathy or remorse for his actions. His return to the crime scene to watch Naomi grieve her husband's death demonstrates sadistic tendencies. He derives pleasure from her pain and relishes in his own cruel actions,” you finished your presentation of your findings and looked to everyone.

“I believe he did it,” you added, nodding your head to his picture on the screen, “I also believe he will continue to harm those near her. I called Metro and asked them to have officers posted outside her house,”

As the team mobilized to verify your hunch about the onlooker being the murderer, your investigation took a turn. McGee began combing through stolen car reports, cross-referencing them with camera footage from the victim's neighborhood. Soon, on one of the cameras, he spotted the stolen car, parked on the same street as the victim's residence.

Meanwhile, Kasie, the team's forensic expert, was hard at work analyzing evidence from the crime scene. She finally came across all the prints you pulled from the porch banister. Kasie ran it through the database. It matched the onlooker's known prints. This was another piece of the puzzle falling into place.

As you all pieced together these findings, your phone rang. Your BOLO alert had come back. The onlooker had just been spotted a few streets away from his ex's house. You thanked the man and immediately called the officers that were sat outside her house to warn them and let them know they were on their way.

“He’s just been spotted a few streets away from the Wilkes’ house,”

“Alright let’s move,” Alden said as he started gearing up.

***

Later that night, after you all got back after arresting Milton, you were all back in the bullpen. McGee was getting ready to leave. So were Jess and Nick, but they all noticed that you and Alden weren’t moving.

“So, uh,” Torres spoke up, “Was he playing with his plants or…”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you laughed at him.

“Yeah, please don’t,” McGee begged.

“Okay, okay,” he said walking away, towards the elevator, “Don’t stay up too late!” he called over before the doors shut.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, you knew he wanted to keep it a secret. Well not so much a secret, just he preferred to keep your professional relationship and your personal relationship separate.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alden reassured you again, “At least you don’t have to come up with all these different lies anymore. When Torres asks you to hang out you can just say you’d rather hang out with me,”

[cmncisspnandmore]

Masterlist

Last Updated: 5/28/2024

Fair warning to anyone who reads some of the series on here, a lot of them are unfinished, I started writing them years ago. I may go back and finish some of them, i may not. If there is a series you find that you enjoy that is unfinished let me know!

ALL FICS ARE FEMALE READER UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED. (I am more than happy to write all other kinds of readers, I fully support LGBTQIA+on this blog.)

One Shots

Spencer Reid: Stir Crazy Alone Late Nights Bothered Dr. Reid? What Should I Reid? Bookworms (Male!Reader) You're Dating Who?! Home Silent Moments Turned Tables

David Rossi: Homework Pile Up (Daughter!Reader)

Aaron Hotchner: Ruined (Platonic!Reader) Soothing Voices

Series

Spencer Reid: Mistakes Were Made; 1,2,3,4 Boy Wonder and Family Prequel; 1,2 Boy wonder and Family; 1,2,3, Don't Let Me Go; 1,2,3,4,5

Blurbs

Headcannons

One shots

Dean Winchester: Baby Mine

Sam Winchester: Living Blood Bank S'pise

Sam and Dean Winchester: Without you

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Simon "Ghost" Riley Don't Own Me Bittersweet Troublesome Feelings

Keegan P Russ Brothers Best Friend

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Poly!Task Force 141 All Hands On Deck, 2, 3

Simon "Ghost" Riley One Night Stand: 1 ,2,3,4 5,6,7,8

Captain John Price Coming Home To You: 1,2,3

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Simon "Ghost" Riley Faking his own death Money Teenage Daughter Simon hates seeing you cry, "Yeah i think you're hot," Not Coming Home

John "Soap" MacTavish Hopeless Flirt Coming home from a long mission Sundresses and Sorrow

Simon Riley X John Mactavish X Reader Dad!Simon and Dad!Johnny, missing gear.

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[crazyk-imagine]

Backup and Retired Agents

Pairing: Kai Holman x Female!reader

Characters: Female!reader, Jane Tenant, Kai Holman, Lucy Tara, Jesse Boone, Ernie Malik

Warnings: Fluff, classic ncis hawaii things, mentions of murders, weapons use, reader making stupid decisions, Kai being a simp, angst, fluff, reader running into danger, Jane shipping reader and Kai, Jesse and Lucy being siblings, Ernie being an icon

Word Count: 2,453

A/N: I tried finding ncis: hawaii fics and uh- nothing came up so, here we are

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You lean against the wall, pulling out your phone to call the one person you know can help.

"This is Tenant," she says, walking past her teams desks.

"Hey, girly."

She tilts her head, taking in your hushed tone. "You don't sound fine, everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I get into town for a brief meeting and then I'm being held down because some assholes want to-" You duck further into your hiding spot at the sound of footsteps. "Kill me."

Her shoulders tense up as she heads straight for the teams meeting room, already spotting them. "Where are you?" She places her phone on the table with everyone listening in, confused about their boss’s attitude. She gestures to Ernie to track the call.

"Abandoned mansion, I think?" You groan and grab your gun. "Jay, if anything happens-"

"Nothing's going to happen. We're going to find you."

"Not before they find me. I'm gonna have to split." You hang up and slowly step down the stairs. "Ernie?"

"I got her location but you're not going to like it."

"Why?"

"Isn't that where the drug dealers were?" Lucy chimes in.

"What is she doing there?"

"Based on the timeline of where the phone has been within the last two days, I'd say this is a kidnapping."

She sighs, knowing as soon as she saw that last name, she should have called you.

-

"Jesse, Lucy, you two take the front. Kai with me." Jane carefully steps ahead, searching all blind spots.

Kai grunts as his back hits the wall, bringing his arm up to elbow the guy punching his stomach.

Jane pulls the attacker off him and takes him down, giving Kai a few seconds to catch his breath.

In a team effort, they’re able to knock the man unconscious.

"We need to keep moving, we've checked every other room except the-"

The grunting and groaning of fighting drew the two into the kitchen.

You slide into the hallway, landing at her feet. You pull the emergency knife out of your boot and chuck it in the attacker's direction. "Tenant, get down."

She ducks as she and Kai pull you out of the doorway.

"Someone needs to go around back so we can catch this son of a bitch," you order the two.

"I'll go around back, you two stay here," Jane speaks to the two of you.

"I got nowhere else to go!" As soon as she rounds the corner, you look over your shoulder. "You cover me," you tell him.

He shakes his head. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Keep sight on my back then." You charge into the kitchen and tackle down to the main guy who grabbed you from the airport.

Kai pushes himself off the ground, following you. He wonders how someone as risky as you could know someone as collected as his boss.

As soon as you're pushed out of the way, he grabs the guy and brings his elbow up before digging it into his back and then raising his knee to aim for his ribs.

Kai is kicked away, landing on his back, staring up at the ceiling while trying to catch his breath before he can help you.

You jump onto the guy’s back, wrapping your elbow around his neck.

You’re thrown over his shoulder and he set his boot on your neck. You struggle to keep the weight off you, kicking your feet the more you lose air.

"Freeze NCIS."

You don’t think you’ve ever been as excited to hear someone being arrested more than in this moment.

He removes his foot and places his hands on the back of your head.

"You plan on getting up any time soon?"

You shrug, "nah. I like the ground, it's my friend."

Lucy and Jesse glance at one another.

Kai holds his hand out for you to take.

"If I must." You grab his hand and misstep, gripping his hand tighter as his other arm wraps around your waist. "Woah, little lightheaded, thanks, cutie." You turn to your longest friend and ex-coworker. "Jay, we have a lot to talk about."

"Damn, right we do."

-

You two walk down the hallway, to the front door. "If it makes you feel better, I'm only here to see you and save my family. "

"What do you mean?" She wonders if you know what happened to him.

"He got involved in drug running, wanted out once he met his girl. They didn't like that, especially when they knew his sister was in the navy and had connections to take them down. I came down when they called, and said they needed my help. What's a sister to do other than come back from an early vacation to save them."

"Then you got grabbed and called me."

"Yeah."

"What else can you tell us about the people who grabbed you?"

You glance around the room, checking over each of her teammates. "They were assholes, " You blurt out.

Everyone but Jane tried to cover up their humor.

"Anything that can help us find the rest of the crew."

" Yeah, actually." You reach into your pocket. "This was in the trunk where they kindly shoved me."

"This matches the stuff we found a few days ago," Jesse adds. "Why was your brother involved in this?"

"He's an idiot and needed the money. Everybody knew he couldn't hold a job. Mom was hard on him once dad left and it was just her. He got into trouble, I was the one who saved him and was someone he looked up to."

"He wanted out and the boss wasn't happy. So, someone knew he called you and what happened then?" Jane asks.

"He disappeared," you tell them, not divulging into any more detail than that.

"You find him?"

"No." You run your hand over your face. "That's why I came here in person."

"We can help you."

"I don't want you or your team to get in trouble."

"You called to help and that's what you're getting."

You purse your lips. "And you all agree to this?"

"Anywhere Tenant goes, we go," Jesse tells you.

You let out a nervous breath. "Okay."

-

You should have listened; you should've stayed put when Jane told you to.

But you don't regret your decision though because going in and getting your brother's daughter is worth getting a fist in the gut, maybe you'll say this after (if you make it out).

-

Jane calls for you in the ear comm, "Pinstripe, what's your position? Hey, pinstripe. What's your position?" She sighs, "does anyone have eyes on her?"

Ernie calls Jesse, "uh- guys."

"What's going on Ernie? We're a little busy right now, we lost her."

"Yeah, thing is, her brother isn't there."

"What do you mean?"

"He's been dead since he tried getting out of, well, this."

"Then why is she here? Why drag us into it?"

"They killed his girlfriend when she got to the island and have been blackmailing her because they have his daughter."

"She never told us he had a kid."

"That's because he didn't want anyone to know in case this would happen. They were both trying to prevent the girl from getting involved. She thought she could save them both but when they killed his girlfriend, she knew it was only a matter of time before they came for her."

"Why not go for his sister?"

"At the time she was deployed but since then, she’s put in a notice for an early retirement and cleaned out her savings so-"

"They could run."

"Or put her up for adoption while she sacrifices her life for the family."

"Does Tenant know?"

"You were the first person I called because everyone else's phone is off... and I was hoping you would answer."

"Okay, anything else before we go in?"

"Nope, go save the day."

"Tenant?" He calls for her through the comm.

"What is it?"

"She's in there for her niece, her brother's been dead for the last four months. They killed his girlfriend two days ago."

"She's-" she sighs, "how many in there?"

"Four total, two hostages."

"On my count. Jesse, you go through the front. Lucy, side way. Kai, you're with me."

The two make their way round the back and slowly step towards the open back door and enter the room.

Jesse and Lucy have the two in cuffs by the time you noticed back up arrived.

You groan as another punch lands on your stomach.

Kai and Jane step behind him. "Hands up, NCIS.”

The guy doesn’t move.

“Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head."

You're grabbed and held close to him, the cold metal pressed against your head. "Drop it or she dies, like her brother."

You clench your jaw at the words.

"You've already taken the family, isn't this enough?" Kai asks, taking a small step forward.

The guy hold you stretches his arm out, giving the two the opportunity to shoot him.

Jane steps towards the man and kicks his gun away before checking his pulse.

You stare up at the ceiling.

Jane gestures for Kai to stay with you while she checks on the others.

"You okay?"

"Just peachy, almost died twice but peachy keen."

"Yeah, but just think you're still here to see your niece grow up."

"I mean, yeah."

"That's something to look forward to."

The corners of your lips twitch, "you're right."

-

"You should have been honest."

"I could handle it."

"You almost died, twice."

"Maybe that was a distraction."

"I know how you work."

"You would have gotten my letter about my death plan."

"That's not funny."

"It's not meant to be but it does mean, I only trust you."

"And I appreciate the sentiment behind that, but this is about your life. You almost died today and lied to me."

"I did, I'm sorry about that but you understand why I did it."

"I do but that doesn't make it right. I want you to talk to me and trust that I can help you."

"I do, believe me, I do." You rub your hands over your face, "I just- I didn't want your family to lose you because you're there for them. I didn't- I didn't want to be the reason you died if you helped me."

She reaches across the table, holding your hand. "It would have been my choice and not your fault. You know we work together because we have each other's backs."

"I," you sniff. "I don't know what to say."

"We can start off with thank you and then... I can ask what's going on with you and Kai?"

You wipe the corner of your eyes before furrowing your brows. "What?"

"Kind of tall, perfect for you. You called him cutie, I think?"

"The one that pulled me up. He's adorable but not ready for a girl."

Jane purses her lips, tilting her head. "He is and I think he likes you."

"What makes you say that?"

She smirks, raining a brow. "He's staring at you from his desk."

You glance over your shoulder and watch as he quickly busies himself with fake paperwork before turning back towards you, catching your gaze, and turning away again. You sigh and move in the chair, turning back towards Jane. "He's not going to want to get with a single aunt."

"Never judge a book by its cover."

You roll your eyes, "I'm pretty sure I was the one who said that to you."

"And how does it feel to have your words thrown back in your face?"

"Not nice at all." You leave her to finish her paperwork and whatnot, deciding it's time to get your new life started. You grab the car seat and start walking down the walkway, stopping when your name is called. "Yes?"

"Wh- are you heading home now?"

"Actually, to a hotel, at least, until I find a home for us," you gesture to the sleeping girl.

"Right, right. Uh- well, did- did you have any plans for dinner?"

"Not particularly. Why? You offering?" You ask jokingly.

"I mean, if you really want to."

"Okay, before I say yes or no. I have one thing to say, and you need to listen."

"Okay."

"Do you really want to go out with me? Even if it's just for dinner because my life has changed, and I don't want to drag you into this."

"Hey, hey. I know things have changed for you but just because you're going to be taking on the role of a guardian, for a little girl who is lucky by the way, doesn't scare me."

The corner of your lips twitch, "good answer. I'm afraid we're going to need to do an at home dinner."

"That's fine by me."

"Hey," Jane sticks her head out of the door. "Alex and Julie are home right now, I told them I'm sending you over just for the night until you figure something out."

You narrow your eyes to her. "Convenient."

"Very, see you later. Kai?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Keep them safe."

He glances at you and gives his attention back to her. "Of course."

"That's what I like to hear."

-

You two share a nice meal together while figuring out how to take care of a growing baby. "I can see why my mom sent you two over."

You turn to Alex, "what makes you say that?"

"For one, the house has a happy vibe to it and what better place to have a first date than with her homemade spies."

"You tell her everything?"

He shrugs, "maybe, maybe not."

"You can't bargain with me, kid. I worked with your mother."

"Fine but don't expect me to keep quiet about this."

"I know we're going to have a long chat in the morning."

-

You gently close the door behind you, not wanting to wake up your niece. "Tonight was fun," you put your hands in your back pockets.

"It was."

"This suddenly feels awkward," you chuckle.

"A little but I think this was- today was crazy but I'm happy to have met you."

"Thanks for lifting me up when you did."

"It was no big deal."

You take a deep breath, "I guess I'll see you at some point tomorrow?"

He nods, "definitely."

The longer you stare, the bigger the smile stretches across both your lips.

You lean in, giving him a hug. "Take care and get home safe, okay?"

"Always."

You pull back and peck him on the lips before making your way back into the house.

You lean against the door, tracing your lips. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god!"

"Well, that was adorable."

"Shut up, Jay." 

[thatgenericwriter]

The kiss of death

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x fem! reader

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

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

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

In the NCIS building

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.....

In the showers

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

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

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

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

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

.....

In autopsy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.....

At Bethesda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.....

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

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

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

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

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

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Author's Note:

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

[n-evermores]

This Love is Ours (2/2)

A/N: This was a request from an anon. I was so excited to get it. I never thought of writing a part two for my first Alden Parker request, and honestly, I didn't even name that story! So I decided to give it a name now that it has a part two. Thank you anon for the request! Hope you enjoy. (This can be read without reading part 1) I was a little inspired by the chorus of “Ours” by TS for this one.

Pairing: Alden Parker x fem!reader

Summary: You and Parker swear you're keeping your budding romance a secret, but it's starting to become a little obvious to those around you. Especially Parker's dad, Roman.

Genre/Warnings: Romance, fluff, May-December romance

Word Count: 1500+

Part One

With your budding romance growing ever so swiftly, it was hard holding back, but you couldn’t say you didn’t put any effort into keeping your hands off your boyfriend. When he was in touching distance it was all too tempting to hold his hand, twist your arms around his waist, or simply kiss his cheek in passing.

Alden must have felt the same way because your elbow or the small of your back was his go-to spot to touch you when in close vicinity. He tried to make it look inconspicuous, but people were starting to notice, and by people, you meant your team.

The first person to notice was Kasie. You were standing in her lab with Alden. You both were listening to her long-winded spill when you felt Alden’s hand touch the small of your back. It was a subtle gesture, and you half wondered if he even noticed he did it. His hand slid up and down your spine as he leaned closer to Kasie’s screen. That's when she saw. Her curious brown eyes flickered down to his hand. Her eyes met yours and you offered her an uneasy smile.

“What was that?” She asked as soon as your boyfriend left the lab.

You just shrugged it off, shaking your head, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” You said.

Kasie wasn't the only person you had to gaslight. Jess was the next person to see something between you and Alden. You were in the evidence garage gearing up. He was struggling with a particularly stubborn strap and you reached out to help him with his bulletproof vest. He watched you eagerly as you tugged it down, fitting it to his body. He smiled, his eyes lighting up as your hands grazed his waist. You smirked, knowing what was going through his head.

“Down boy, we have a case to solve.” You murmured. He thumbed your cheek quickly before moving aside to finish putting on his gear. You could feel the weight of someone’s gaze and turned to see Jess gaping at you.

“What?” You asked, feigning ignorance at her gawking stare.

“Did I just hear and see what I think I did?”

“Depends what do you think you heard and saw?”

“Were you two flirting?”

You gave her an incredulous look and scoffed, “What? No. Never.” You shook your head before walking past her, “that’s crazy.” You added before heading toward the elevator.

Tim and Nick noticed you two flirting one day while out on a crime scene. Alden playfully took a picture of you with his personal camera. He brought it for the birds, but you were his real muse. You placed your chin on his shoulder, watching him scroll through the pictures of you, telling you his favorites. You glanced up and immediately removed yourself from Alden. Tim and Nick were staring, and instead of saying anything to you, they just exchanged a knowing glance with one another.

You may have been careless with your team, but you both tried very hard to keep it from his dad. At least for now. Your romance was new, and you enjoyed keeping it to yourselves for the time being. But considering Roman was kicked out of his retirement home, he was staying with Alden which meant keeping your little love affair a secret was starting to become a lot more difficult.

You sat next to Alden on the green couch in his greenhouse, while Roman sat in the chair across from you. You were eating pastries from one of Alden’s favorite places. Roman didn’t outwardly question your presence there, but you knew he silently wondered why you were always with his son. Alden couldn’t always use the same excuse as before, but his dad treated you kindly regardless.

“How do you like bird watching?” Roman asked you, although you couldn’t help but think there was an agenda behind his question.

“I enjoy it!” You grinned, your eyes meeting with Alden’s briefly. “I learned a lot. Your son is quite the encyclopedia sometimes.” You giggled.

“Yeah if he would have put all that energy into a navy career, he could have become a fine officer.”

“I lov—like him the way he is.” You said suddenly. You didn’t want to step on Roman’s toes, but you would defend Alden at any given chance. Your near slip-up didn’t go unnoticed by either of the Parker men. You ignored Alden’s glance, knowing he would bring it up later. Neither of you said “I love you” yet, but in truth, you did love him.

Roman gave you a closed-mouthed smile, his eyes flashing over you curiously. You knew he was very aware of your crush on his son. The day he realized was the very day Alden found out too. You could never quite tell from their conversation if Roman approved of it or not. You had your suspicions that he felt Alden was too old for you.

“I do too. Believe it or not.” Roman said just as Alden escaped to the kitchen. You smiled at his dad, knowing he really did love Alden for who he was despite his disappointment in his career choices. He probably wouldn't admit it, but it was obvious he was proud of him regardless.

“Still no boyfriend?” The old man teased you again. “As I said before–you won't find one hanging out with Alden all the time.”

You adored Roman, but it was so typical of men his age to ask about a young woman's love life. As is having a boyfriend was the be-all and end-all. You did have one, but that wasn't the point. You let a small sigh escape your lips as if to respond accordingly.

“Dad, stop with the nosey questions.” Alden chimed in as he moved in to sit next to you again. You threw him a thankful glance before Roman gladly changed the subject. The three of you talked about a lot of random things and you found yourself feeling more comfortable as the conversation went on. You glanced up at Alden as he laughed between stuffing his mouth with more sweets. You smiled fondly at him, watching the corner of his eyes crinkle with every smile and laugh.

Suddenly as if you forgot Roman was in the room, you reached out to brush your thumb across the corner of Alden’s mouth. He was talking to you and that's when you noticed a little pastry crumb there. His eyes locked with yours as the warmth of your hand grazed his now-flushed skin.

You both simultaneously tore your eyes from each other and you immediately dropped your hand from his face. When you looked Roman’s way he was giving the most bombastic side-eye you've ever seen. In fact, it was so obvious, one would swear he invented the entire concept.

Not wanting to embarrass either of you, he continued with the conversation as if nothing happened. You knew the embarrassment was written all over your face, but you carried on anyway as if Roman didn't just witness what he did.

Alden gathered everyone's plates before making his way into the kitchen. You excused yourself and followed not far behind him. You entered the kitchen to see Alden washing the dishes. You bit your lip, smiling through your teeth. He shook his head before drying his hands and reaching for you. You moved closer, allowing him to wrap his hands around your wrists.

“Two slip-ups.” He chuckled.

“I know, I didn't mean to—” You paused, your eyes dancing with curiosity. “Wait two?”

“Mhm. You almost said you loved me. Or did I hear that wrong?”

You released an uneasy laugh, “Um well, I—” You exhaled a shaky breath. Alden’s eyes gentled with love and darkened with lust all at once.

He leaned into your neck, his nose brushing against your throat, “Well, is that true?” He murmured against your flushed skin.

“I–” You began, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything. Instead, you exhaled a shaky breath in response. He chuckled, before placing an open-mouthed kiss against the side of your neck. You melted against him and his hands slid to your waist.

He leaned back enough to catch your gaze. “I love you too.” He said before placing his lips to yours. One of his hands moved to cup your face while the other slid around your back and you found your body flush against his.

“I knew it.”

You pulled apart, both of you turning to see Roman standing there. He didn't seem surprised and there was no judgment in his voice. He just wanted you to know he knew. He shook his head in amusement before walking out, muttering something about “bird-watching and getting the ladies,” but you weren't entirely sure.

You glanced up at Alden and he scoffed, “Well, looks like we've been found out.”

“Good because I don't want to stop doing this.” You said before reeling him back in and kissing him again. Your kiss deepened and you suddenly felt the counter behind you and Alden’s hands on your waist. He lifted you onto the counter, never breaking apart from your mouth.

“I'm still just right here, y'know!” You heard Roman shout from the greenhouse. You both pulled back into laughter, knowing you had to stop anyway. Alden gave you one more little kiss on the lips before the two of you joined Roman in the greenhouse once again.

At the end of the day, you didn't care what anyone thought. This love was yours and no one else's.

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Hit it off

Gibbs x fem!OC

Warnings: canon typical violence, light swearing, bomb, concussion

How Elaine and Gibbs met

Elaine smiled at the delivery man as he dropped off the package. She signed for the box before the delivery man nodded at her and walked away.

“I need to move this to the cooler,” She said. The nurse next to her nodded and Elaine grabbed the box. It felt strangely heavy for a shipment of vaccines. She pulled open the cooler room and stepped in. She heard a click from the box and froze as the door to the cooler shut behind her. Slowly she transferred the box to one arm and pulled the tape of the top. She opened the flaps and gasped. Inside was an amalgamations of wires, and a brick of explosive material. Elaine looked at the blinking light and swallowed thickly. A nurse opened the cooler behind her.

“Dr. wright?” The nurse asked. Elaine straightened.

“Ynez, I need you to call the authorities,” Elaine spoke evenly.

“Why?” Ynez stepped into the room.

“STOP!” Elaine barked. She heard Ynez’s footsteps cease. Elaine took another deep breath and watched the air puff in front of her, “Ynez I am currently holding a bomb, call the police.”

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It was a matter of minutes before NCIS was on the scene. Elaine heard the cooler door ease open.

“Dr. Wright?” A male voice called from behind her.

“That’s me,” Elaine said. She heard careful footsteps enter the cooler. Out of her peripheral she saw a man step around her, “close the door,” She said, “these medications need to stay cold.”

The door clicked shut or clicked shut. She turned her eyes towards the man. He was tall with silver hair and some of the bluest eyes Elaine had ever seen. She gave him a slightly nervous smile as he stepped around him.

“Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS,” The man showed her his badge and is card.

“Gibbs,” Elaine smiled slightly and laughed, “I know that name.”

“Yeah? How?” Gibbs asked.

“My godfather works with you,” Elaine said, “Donald Mallard.”

“Ducky,” Gibbs said back. Elaine nodded.

“He would not be all too pleased to know I’m currently holding a bomb,” Elaine said.

“You’re calm for the circumstances,” Gibbs said.

“Not my first rodeo, agent Gibbs,” Elaine said.

“Military?” Gibbs asked. Elaine nodded.

“Marines,” Elaine said, “fought with the boys out front for two tours, got a back injury, and then returned to do medical. Back in the tents they called me Ms. Mend,” she looked Gibbs up and down, “you a military man?”

“Marines,” Gibbs said, “Gunnery Sergeant.”

Elaine smiled, “Staff Sergeant.”

Gibbs cracked a small smile, “bomb squad should be here soon.”

Gibbs sat and talked with her, feeling the chill from the cooler slowly slip past his clothes and into his skin. When the bomb squad arrived Elaine’s lips had begun to turn blue but she stayed still, suppressing the shivers threatening to course through her. The squad pushed in and took Gibbs spot as they began setting up barriers and getting to work. Her muscles strained to keep the bomb up in her arms. There was a silent tension as the men around her worked. Gibbs returned eventually and placed a coat around her shoulders gently. Elaine could only manage a chattered, “thanks.”

It was 45 minutes before the bomb squad cut the final wire and carefully took the explosive from Elaine’s hands. A crushing relief washed over her as she dropped her arms and allowed the shivers to run through her. When she stepped out of the hospital Ducky stood there with a hot coffee and blanket. Elaine rushed to him and allowed the doctor to gather her in his arms. Her whole body shivered from the aching cold her body had been exposed to for so long.

“Jethro called me and I got here as fast as I could, my dear,” Ducky said, “are you alright?” His voice was soft as he pulled away and held her shoulders. He unfolded the blanket and threw it around her shoulders, pulling it snug against her. Elaine nodded

“M-my patients?” She asked, taking the coffee and holding it in her hands, reveling in the warmth that seeped through the cup.

“All safe and accounted for,” Ducky said, “now, Jethro wants me to take you back to the Navy Yard. He has a few questions.”

Elaine nodded and followed him to his car.

~~~~

The conference room was quiet as Elaine sat. She studied the map hung on the wall opposite of her. When the door opened and closed she stood and turned.

“Doin’ alright Sarge?” Gibbs asked as he walked in, holding yet another warm drink for her. Tea this time.

“Just call me Elaine,” She said, “I’m doing alright, a little cold but nothing too bad.” Gibbs nods and takes the end seat next to Elaine. He gives her a moment to sip her tea. He observes her quietly.

“Who gave you the bomb?” Gibbs asked.

“Delivery guy,” Elaine answered, “it was supposed to be a shipment of insulin, and it wasn’t the normal guy who delivers.”

“What did he look like?” Gibbs continued to interview her, taking notes on what she said and descriptions she gave, “can you think of anyone who would want to hurt you?”

Elaine huffed a laugh, “yeah, a few.” She sighed and placed her tea down, “marines, mostly, ones I had to take off the battlefield for medical purposes. Amputees, transplants, those kind. They get mad about their injuries, and then get madder when I have to fix them.”

Gibbs nodded and jotted down a few notes, “we’ll keep you in the loop.”

“Thanks, gunny,” Elaine stood and shook Gibbs’ hand once more, “if you have any more questions-“ she took out a small pad of paper from her pocket and a pen. She jotted down her number and folded the piece up, handing it over to Gibbs, “just gimme a call.”

~~~

Elaine’s house was quiet as she flicked the lights on. She placed her purse down on the entrance table and kicked her shoes off in front of the rack. She sighed and rolled her shoulders before working out her braid. It had been a week since the hospital incident. Gibbs had called her a few times to ask a few more questions but other than that it was practically radio silence.

She padded into the kitchen and grabbed some leftover Chinese from the fridge and popped it into the microwave. As she leaned against the counter she looked down at her phone. As though on command it began to ring. The caller is reading ‘Gunny Sergeant Gibbs”. She flipped her phone open and answered the call.

“Awfully late for a work call, agent Gibbs,” She said as she pulled the Chinese from the microwave.

“Just had a few questions,” Gibbs answered. Elaine hummed and went to sit down.

“What’s up?”

“Do you know a Petty Officer Garrett Blanche?” Gibbs asked.

“Yeah, came in three months ago. He had practically shattered his leg. I placed 4 rods and 12 screws to get that thing back together,” Elaine took a bite, “he should be doing PT now, no way they’ll let him stay active though. Didn’t seem the type to blow me up though.”

“They never do,” Gibbs said. Elaine laughed lightly at that. She stood up, and then black.

~~~

When she woke again she was on her kitchen floor, the Chinese noodles spread by her hand, “Elaine?” There was a hand on her back as a blurry face came into view, “you alright?” She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again as a ringing began in the back of her head and a thump began pounding in her skull. The face blurred and crossed. She blinked a few more times and it came into view.

“Agent Gibbs?” She croaked, “what happened?”

“Took a metal bat to the head,” Gibbs said. She moved to sit up and her head swam, nausea roiling in her stomach. She swayed and Gibbs caught her, “careful, paramedics are still on their way.”

“Damn,” Elaine put her hand against the back of her head and came back with blood.

Elaine’s eyes blurred again and she leaned heavily on Gibbs, “whoa, you staying with me Doc?”

“How did you know I got hit? Are you stalking me?” Elaine asked.

“We were on the phone, remember?” Gibbs scooted her to the counter cupboards and leaned her against it as he stood and grabbed a cloth. He soaked it in tepid water and pressed it against her head, “I was asking you questions about Petty Officer Blanche.”

Elaine’s eyes squinted, “no… I don’t remember. I remember coming home… and then… and then…”

“Don’t worry too much, we got the guy, that’s what matters,” Gibbs squatted in front of her. Her focused eyes relaxed before zeroing in on Gibbs.

“You know-“ Elaine reached up and grabbed his hoodie string, “you’re really handsome.”

“You’re delirious, Elaine,” Gibbs said.

“Yeah probably,” Elaine closed her eyes, “but I’m not kidding… you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met. Ever. You could never have been my Gunny or I would have been distracted. And in your civvies? Like damn. You look good in a suit, Agent Gibbs, but red is your color.”

Gibbs laughed lightly as the paramedics knocked. They entered the house and began inspecting Elaine while Gibbs described what happened.

“She’s a little delirious but that should clear, she shouldn’t be alone though,” The paramedic said to Gibbs. He nodded, “anywhere she can stay?”

Gibbs looked at the clock. It was 3:00 AM at this point, “she can stay with me.”

A/N: leave of comment on what you want to see next!

[slutforsilverfoxes]

I need to say that your writing for Gibbs is absolutely amazing! I have a rather vague request; you get hurt whilst on a case which worries Gibbs. Go anywhere you want with it, a little hurt/comfort and fluff? I just need more of your writing 😄

You’re so sweet, thank you for the compliment 🖤 I hope this is what you were looking for!

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“Just what the hell were you thinking? No, don’t answer that, because it’s clear you weren’t.”

Your boss has been chewing you out for the past seven minutes, although it feels like an eternity since his ire turned on you. Gibbs has never yelled at you. Ever.

Chewing on your lip and focusing on a water stain in the ceiling, you try to keep your hot tears at bay. “We knew that I was his type,” you point out quietly in an attempt to defend your actions tonight. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

“It worked?” Jethro barks, and you flinch reflexively. He catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and stops pacing, opting instead to bend down in front of you and rest one hand on your knee. “Hey,” he offers now in a soothing voice, gently grasping your chin and directing your gaze to meet his. “I’m sorry for yelling. I wasn’t- I’m not mad at you.”

His large hand engulfs your cheek and you nestle into the familiar feeling with a sniff. “Sure as shit sounded like it,” you grumble, hastily swiping at your eyes.

“I was scared,” he clarifies. “Terrified, actually. We all heard you scream and then your comms went out, and what were we supposed to think?” His thumb grazes over the bandage on your forehead before he pulls you into a tight hug, and you let out a muffled, “I’m sorry,” against his chest.

“Don’t do that to me again,” Jethro breathes out, squeezing you tighter. “Or I’m sending you on the next weeklong stakeout as punishment.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and you pull back to look at him, one eyebrow quirked.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“With Tony.”

You gasp and cry out, “Gibbs!”

“I’m serious about this, Y/N.” His tone grows measured again before he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, just above the bandage. “I can handle the team taking an extra few days to catch our guy. I can’t handle you getting hurt on my watch.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“No, you won’t.”

You sigh and rub the soft fabric of his polo sleeve between your thumb and index finger before looking up at Gibbs with a sly smile, eager to lighten the mood. “Permission to speak as your girlfriend and not your agent, sir?”

Those gorgeous blue eyes narrow into a playful squint. “Granted, with hesitation.”

“Getting locked in that trunk for four hours sucked, but seeing you knock him out with a single punch kind of made it worth it.”

[zvdvdlvr]

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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My Shirt?

Whew it feels good to right again! Here is my first request for my 1000 follow celebration.

@mandy426 requested “is that my shirt?” Thank you for the request love

As always thank you to @leroyjethrogibbsgirl for the proof reading and brainstorming sessions go check her out!

This is written as a female reader. Please feel free to request gender neutral reader if you’d like I usually tend to write female reader if not.

Masterlist

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Y/N shivered as she stepped out into the chilled air. She felt an arm pull her into a firm body and smiled at the warmth knowing it was Gibbs. She had been consulting with NCIS that week. When he heard they were bound to get snowed in, the team leader had sent everyone home and suggested Y/N come back to his house to keep working on the case.

It wasn’t unusual for Y/N and Gibbs to huddle up together on his couch to work on a case. Everyone around them knew their feelings were deeper than consultant/team leader and friends. They also knew better than to mention it, even Tony. Y/N rarely let herself admit her feelings and when she did she quickly reminded herself it was enough for her just to have Gibbs in her life even if it wasn't how she wanted. Gibbs on the other hand had admitted long ago how deeply he cared for Y/N but promised himself he’d never let that come between them. He knew what happened when he let himself love someone, and when they loved him, he didn’t want that for Y/N.

The duo was sitting on the couch as the snow fell behind them. They had opened back up their case files when they had arrived back at Gibbs’ and were working hard for a few hours now.

“You hungry?” Gibbs asked, pulling Y/N from the file she was skimming for the 5th time that hour.

“Starving.” She mumbled “and hitting a brick wall here.”

“Yeah, I’m calling it for the night. I’m making the steaks, you go change and find a movie.”

“ Shoot my go bag’s in my car” Y/N remembered.

“Grab a shirt from my drawer and you still have those stretchy pant thingies here from when your dryer broke” he reminded and she smiled.

“Any shirt Iwant?” She sing songed

“Make it one I’ll forget about if you’re gonna try to steal it.” He called as he walked to the kitchen.

“Ooo good point” she laughed and ran up the steps to change.

By the time gibbs had finished the steaks, Y/N was curled up with a blanket in one of gibbs old USMC shirts with an old movie playing waiting for him to slide up next to her with their food. Which is exactly what he did moments later, They spent the night curled up together until they fell asleep. If anyone asked they worked all night and gibbs slept on the recliner but that’s never what really happened when she stayed over. They always ended up snuggled on the couch, even though they’d never admit it.

As Gibbs had predicted the next morning when Y/N went home bundled up in her coat she had stolen his old marine shirt. He knew she would but didn’t mind. He completely forgot about the shirt within a week. Y/N however didn’t forget at all. Two months later and she was still sleeping in the USMC shirt. Sadly it didn’t smell like him anymore after the first wash but she still smiled as she thought about him every time she snuggled up in it. She vowed no one would know she had his shirt in her PJ rotation, and an embarrassing amount for that matter.

That was the plan anyway, until she was called in to help NCIS one night on a call. She had just finished consulting with another team and was exhausted when she went to bed maybe 5 hours ago. When Gibbs called at 3 am she didn’t think. She just hopped out of bed, threw on a pair of tactile pants, tucked in her shirt. She pulled on a cardigan and grabbed her jacket as she ran out the door.

Y/N had met the team at the scene to get a feel for the evidence and take pictures and notes. The freezing weather had Gibbs ordering everyone back to NCIS once all the evidence was collected to go over what they found. Y/N had stayed bundled up until she was starting to thaw out as she worked at the corner of Gibbs desk while the team was out checking leads or down with ducky or Abby. She finally warmed up enough to shed her jacket and unzip her sweatshirt, still not remembering what shirt she was sporting. She was scribbling on her notepad for a while longer before she heard a familiar sound of Gibbs clearing his voice.

“Can I help you” she asked with out looking up.

“ That my shirt?” he asked and she could hear the smirk in his voice. She felt a blush in her cheeks right away as she quickly looked down.

“Crap” she whipped before looking up and gibbs reluctantly “i forgot I was wearing it I’ll go see if Ellie has an extra in her locker or I’ll just” she began to ramble before gibbs cut her off by gently pulling her up from her seat by her wrist and leading her to the elevator.

“Gibbs”

“Shh” he cut her off again before flipping the emergency stop.

“You wear it a lot?”

She looked down reluctantly, but knew she wouldn’t get out of answering. “Most nights”.

She saw him nod and wasn’t sure if she really saw a smile or if it was just in her head.

“Why” he asked, rubbing his thumb against the wrist he never let go of.

“Do you want me to be honest?” She asked, peering up at him unsure.

He nodded “ always do”

“Not sure you want this answer though Gibbs” she said quietly.

“Think we’ve been avoiding it long enough.” He said. What Y/N doesn't know is that the moment he saw her in his shirt at his desk all denying and avoiding his feelings went out the window. Her standing there, clearly caring more about his feelings than her own, told him all he needed to know. It wasn’t always going to be easy for him, but this was his Y/N he couldn’t let her go.

“ The truth is” she whispered and looked into his eyes, “it reminds me of being wrapped up in your arms and that’s my favorite place to be.” She admited with a smile.

Gibbs smirked and moved his hand to grasp her cheek.

“That mean what i think it does?” He asked

She nodded and leaned into his hand as she whispered “i kinda love you Jethro”

Gibbs smileed one of those rare beautiful smiles only she gets to see and leaned in to kiss her. Pulling away he rested his forehead on hers and said “kinda love you back”.

[ohtobeleah]

I just absolutely love this NCIS series. So much. I’m wondering if Ziva will ever make an appearance? Rooster would be both terrified and admirable of her but also be so concerned because reader is suddenly so into her hand to hand combat training

Ah, this is so bad but this is what I came up with. But anyway here’s a little update and the NCIS series Masterlist

Oh yes. No Ziva is definitely around. I think you’re right though, she’d fucking scare the shit out of Bradley. And I could see you upping your gym sessions a little more frequently after Bradley proposes.

We need to get one thing straight people—Bradley Bradshaw doesn’t regret proposing. He’d never regret a decision like that. He knew he wanted to spend his entire life with you from the minute he first met you. But he did propose out of sheer terror that he’d never get to if he didn’t do it immediately.

“I almost didn't come home this time.” It was a sentence you never wanted to hear but were still thankful enough to hear him say it. It was and would always be better than the alternative. The home calls all military men and women dreaded. The one where officials inform you of a loss. “And it made me realise that I now have someone to leave behind.”

It had been keeping you awake at night. The thought of something happening to Bradley that could take him away from you. He’d told you in full confidence everything that had happened—full disclosure, no confidentiality. Fuck the rules. It had set off a trigger inside you—for him you had to be better, be smarter, train harder. You didn’t want to leave your fiancé behind. There were things you could learn and upskill in to protect yourself. That could give you a better chance of coming home to Bradley every day.

“Ah it’s our resident Flyboy—“ DiNozzo beamed as he spun on his chair. Gibbs couldn’t hide his smirk that had crept onto his face as he walked side by side with Rooster, having collected him at security. Over the years Bradley had really taken a liking to Gibbs. Sure, they had a not so great start but the terrifying father had warmed up to the Aviator who stole his daughters heart.

Gibbs had taken Rooster shooting a handful of times, only threatening to wipe all traces of him from the face of the earth if he ever hurt you only once or twice. But sure enough as time pressed on and Bradley stuck around, Gibbs really did start to treat Bradley Bradshaw like a son he never had, and he had a new found respect for the lieutenant when he was calling him late at night before boarding his plane to Washington to ask him for your hand in marriage. Bradley was gonna do it anyway, regardless of what Gibbs had said—but he wanted to talk to your dad first purely because he was nervous and couldn’t talk to his own.

“What brings you in?”

“Brought you guys some lunch.” Bradley’s dumping the plastic bag full of burgers and fries on DiNozzo's desk. “And came to see my girl” Looking around, Rooster could usually pick you in a crowd. But today? You weren’t around. “She around or?”

“She’s in the gym with Ziva—“ Gibbs replied as he sat with a slight huff at his desk. “Training session, hand to hand combat.”

“She’s been doing that a lot hasn’t she?” McGee questioned as he sauntered over to grab a burger. “I mean it’s probably not a bad thing it’s just I don’t know what would have changed to make her suddenly wanna be a—“

“Certifiable badass?” Tony is smirking as Rooster stood with his arms crossed. Gibbs sent him a look of concern and he instantly knew what this was about. The goddamn uranium mission. “Gibbs knows what she’s doing, it’s proud just some phase, like when she got those stupid sea monkeys for her desk that died like a week later.” Bradley knew better than to know this was just a phase.

“I think it might have something to do with the last mission I was on—“ Clearing his throat with a cough before looking around the room. “She’s been a little off since I came back from it.” Rooster wasn’t about to out the fact he’d told you every small detail about that special detachment. No fucking way not with Leroy Jethro Gibbs sitting in his peripheral vision. “Think it might just be a reaction to something I said, accidentally planted in her head—“ Running his hand down his face with a small sigh, Bradley turned to the agents who shared a sympathetic look with him. Every single man in that room would go above and beyond for you—it was just a little sad how blissfully unaware just how far you’d go for them. “Uh, how do I get to the gym?”

“Floor four, take the elevator at the rear and it’s the first door on your right, if you find yourself in the morgue you’ve gone too far.” Rooster just stared at Gibbs with a stone cold face, watching the old man chuckle. He liked messing with the kid. A lot.

“Thanks pops—“ Rooster tapped Gibbs on the shoulder twice before he left, Gibbs returned the small gesture of affection to Rooster's hand, tapping him back once before he walked away. Making his way down to the gym. He got lost—but inevitably ended up in the place you needed to be. He didn’t come to your workplace very often, but on occasion when he knew you weren’t working a major case, he’d stop by security for visitors tag and call Jethro to come collect him.

Bradley wanted to make his appearance known a lot earlier than he did. But he got caught up in watching you train self defense. Sitting by the door with a small plastic cup of water in his hand, Bradley watched you and Ziva spar. Again and again and again you both ran through sequences and various types of martial arts training. The former Mossad agent had always given Bradley heart palpitations—and not in the oh she’s cute kinda way. More in the, He know for a fact she knows a pressure point that could instantly kill me.

“Not good enough!” Ziva hissed at you as you fell to the ground. She’d kicked your legs out from under you and sent you flying towards the ground. Your arse colliding with the harsh rubber sparring mat. “Get up, quickly. You’d be dead by now if this was real.” Ziva wasn’t lying. You wanted her to be harsh with you, be honest and make you vulnerable because that’s how it would really be. “There’s no second chances when you hesitate for even a split second.” Huh, she sounded like Maverick—just more terrifying. Bradley was entrance. Terrified nonetheless, but completely fixated on the session going on.

With a groan, you slowly stood up. Fixing your stance and giving her a nod to say you were good. Setting your hands in a defensive position before Ziva was coming at you with blows left and right. Right hooks, upper cuts, jabs and powerful crosses that you did your best to block and defend against. Grunting and sweating as you ducked and spun around—kicking her legs out from under her. Returning to sender what she had down to you. Sending her down as you pressed a knee into her shoulder.

“How was that?” You gifted her a hand up from the ground. Taking your hand as you pulled Ziva up, she smirked. She was impressed but she’d never tell you that. She wanted you to believe that there was never a level of confidence that could be reached that would one hundred percent guarantee survival.

“Sloppy at best but we can work on it.” Ziva smirked as she turned her head to where Bradley had been sitting. She knew when he’d arrived but didn’t want to break your concentration. “I think your white boy is here?” Turning to where Ziva's eyeline had gone you were met with none other than your fiancé. Chuckling to yourself as you turned back to her you tried to hide your joy.

“I think you mean Flyboy.” It had become a nickname that stuck around the office. Tony, Tim, Ziva and even your dad would all take turns referring to Bradley as Flyboy. Sure, from time to time a Rooster would slip past. Lieutenant was common and Bradshaw was often the baseline on any given day. But Flyboy? It stuck long term. “But you aren’t wrong for that either.” Making your way over to where Rooster stood watching with curious eyes. “Hey! What are you doing here?” With the biggest smile you could conjure, you greeted Bradley with open arms.

“Brought you and the guys some lunch.” Kissing your flushed cheek as he wrapped his arms around you. “Got bored, the house is super clean though.” It had just been one of those days where everything seemed a little overwhelming. You were and always would be Bradley’s satellite though. “What’s with the uh—the kickboxing and self defense maneuvering ?” Bradley knew he knew the answer. Oh he definitely knew the answer. But he wanted to hear you say it first.

He wanted you to be open with him, something was brewing in the incredible mind of yours. He could tell. But you had somewhat shut off the past few weeks. Not as open as you normally were. Keeping something, harboring your own existential crisis that you should have let Bradley in on. After all, it was his honesty and his own breakdown that had sent you into this spiral.

“She’s lacking in her self defense—“ Ziva piped up as she walked towards where you and Bradley stood. In reaction Bradley took a small step back. Ziva just chuckled to herself and shook her head. “Relax Bradshaw I’m done for the day—unless you wanna go a round?”

“I’m good thanks Ziva.” There had been a time where McGee had tricked Rooster into a sparring session with Ziva. He was out cold in a matter of minutes. The former Mossad Agent had accidentally gone a little too hard knowing Bradley was three times her size. She thought he could take it. He couldn’t. That was the first time they’d ever met, that moment still clearly etched into stone on Roosters mind. “It’s good to see you though.”

“Ziva’s just been helping me up my skills Roo—“ Ah fuck, there it was. Roo. You only ever called Bradley Roo in two situations. When you were trying to seduce him or when you were hiding something. He was pretty sure you weren’t trying to seduce him either—so it had to be that you were hiding something. “Gotta be ready for anything, you know.”

“Lieutenant Bradshaw as much as this reunion of ours has warmed my heart, I heard lunch?”

“I left the bag on Tony’s desk, I can’t promise there’s anything left—“ He didn’t get to finish before Ziva was taking off. Starving and knowing DiNozzo wouldn’t leave a crumb of evidence behind. “She’s intense isn’t she.”

“But a valuable asset when it comes to training.” You sighed, heading over to the water station. “I feel like I broke my tailbone.”

“With the way you hit that mat I wouldn’t be surprised.” Bradley taunted as he followed you. “Hey listen, you aren’t doing all this because of the—“

“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” Oh yeah he had you now.

“Baby—“ he cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist as he stood behind you. His chin resting on your shoulder. “I can’t have you over exerting yourself like this on the chance of a what if.”

“It’s not a what if Bradley, it’s a when—“ You sighed, turning in Bradley’s arms as he moved them to wrap around the back of your neck. “For both of us, it’s not a matter of if but when.”

“That’s a grim outlook.” You didn’t have a comeback, simply sinking into Bradley’s chest, your ear pressing against his heart. “You gotta dial down the training, just a little—it’s not healthy and it’s worrying me to know that the only reason you’re doing it is because I projected.”

“It was a fair projection though, I mean you were right. When the day comes you don’t make it back or when the day comes that I don’t come home—“ Pausing for a moment to look lovingly into Bradley’s eyes. Drink in the sight of him, vomit every small detail to memory. “I wanna be as prepared for whatever could come my way.”

“Can I level with you for a moment?” Leading you into the middle of the sparring ring, Bradley kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. Watching with a small smirk you watched as he took a defensive stance. You followed in return. “Sure, the risks are high.” Rooster made the first move, coming at you with a hand as he stepped forward. Still talking casually as you ducked his blow. “But what about all the other when’s?”

“You mean like when we get married?” You smirked as you made contact with Bradley’s side. A gentle groan escaping as a wave of seriousness cascaded down his face. Oh you were on.

“Or when we finally buy a house together so I don’t feel like I’m all up in your space.” Rooster was talking to you like you were the sun and moon to him. Which you very much were. But the way he was coming at you with blows and punches and kicks—told a different story. He was trying to show you that when the time came, you’d do everything in your ability to fight back.

“Or when we have a couple of kids running around.” You groaned when you dodged a particularly harsh warning hit to the side. Swinging under to try and catch Bradley off guard by kicking his legs out. But he jumped you. “Dick—“

“Do better, You got this.” It was the encouragement coming from Bradley that kept you going until finally you had him down on his arse in defeat. A sudden thud rang out through the gym as you stood towering over your fiancé. Huffing and panting because he’d put up a good fight. “Damn—“

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You offered Bradley a hand up, but he pulled you down on top of him. “Babe!—“

“Please don’t get caught up worrying about things you can’t control. I wanna enjoy you while I’ve got a chance to.”

“You almost didn’t come home.” It was true. He almost didn’t. And Bradley had fallen victim to the existential crisis that was ever looming doom before. It was a consistent and pressing dear you both shared. Losing one another. But it couldn’t be all consuming—if you let the fear of losing a loved one consume you, there wouldn’t be enough room left to love them while you had the chance.

“Key word being almost.” Kissing your lips softly as you straddled his waist. “I will always do my best to come home to you, so long as you promise me the same.”

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The Sounds of Justice (9)

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

Chapter 9

At the top of the stairs in Gibbs’ basement, on the other side of the open door, the chill from the night air was even more noticeable.  Your boss didn’t look up from the area that he was focusing on the wooden frame of his boat but you knew that he had registered your presence.  Descending the stairs, you made your way to the opposite side of the boat to Gibbs and accepted the sandpaper that he thrust at you.

“You should be sleeping.”

“I can’t.”  You confessed after you identified where you needed to use the sandpaper.  This wasn’t your first time in your boss’ basement and it was an open invitation to any member of Gibbs’ team to visit Gibbs in his basement and talk through any problems that you were facing.  “The what-ifs keep buzzing around in my mind.  What if I hadn’t had breakfast that morning?  What if Barba’s second-in-command had gotten the dosage wrong?  Or what if he decided that Sonny and I weren’t worth the hassle of keeping us alive?  What if I hadn’t gone with Sonny to that warehouse?  What if Sonny had been hurt worse because I didn’t put together that Barba was the one we were really searching for?”

“What if you stepped off the path at the wrong time and you got hit by a bus?”  Your boss questioned without missing a beat.  “What if you fell down the stairs just now?”

The repetitive movements of your hand allowed your mind to drift back to the case and concentrate on the facts of the case while your mind absorbed what your boss was telling you. 

“I’m disappointed in myself,” you exhaled.  “I had all this training and experience from the BAU and from NCIS and I still didn’t see Barba’s betrayal coming.  I should have known better when he took an interest in me.”

Gibbs snorted sceptically, “It wasn’t just you that he deceived.”

“Yeah, I know.”  You responded.

You and your boss lapsed into a comfortable silence until you remembered something else.  “Barba’s now in a federal prison and Interpol has the relevant information.”

There was a slight displeased twitch of your boss’ lips at the mention of Interpol.  The less he had to deal with Interpol, the better.  Especially when it came to their boss, a former insurance salesman.  The dealings that he had had with them in the past were less than pleasant and Gibbs had promised himself that he would do whatever he needed to do to keep the interactions between you, Tony, Bishop, Torres, Ducky, Palmer, Abby, Ziva, and McGee to a minimum.  Gibbs was grateful for the fact that you had remembered about Rule 45 which meant that Interpol was up to date and wouldn’t be bothering his team unless there was a dire need.  Gibbs hoped that never happened.

“Rule 11?” Your boss quizzed.  His voice belied none of his thoughts.

“When the job is done, walk away.”

“Move to your right.  That panel needs more sanding.”

Meanwhile, Rafael Barba sat at a white circular table on a hard chair with his hands cuffed on top of the table after his trial in front of the Naval Court.  To no one’s surprise, he was found guilty on all accounts.  He had to give the officers in charge some credit; they were remarkably efficient and swift in dispensing justice when they learned that two of their own were impacted as a result of his actions.

Regardless of the fact that he had not been there very long, Rafael was still entitled to visits.  He tuned out the mindless chatter in the room and focused on his cuffed hands.  A shadow appeared on the tabletop and unhurriedly, he moved his gaze to the person who cast the shadow.

“I see you got my message.”

Rita Calhoun settled down opposite him, “Never thought I’d see the day when Rafael Barba sat in federal prison as a prisoner.”

Rafael cast his eyes around the spacious and poorly designed room.  He made eye contact with one of the guards and jerked his chin upwards.  The guard paled and gave the order for the room to be cleared.

When the room was empty, Rafael spoke again, “Though it is not the same as the outside world, I have a substantial amount of influence in this prison.”

Rita laid her briefcase on the table, “And I presume this is where I come in?”

Rafael inclined his head.

“Then we had better get started on your defence.  I believe the sympathetic angle would be the best bet.  You will have to assure the court that you are not a threat to society which includes you promising that you won’t seek any opportunities to take revenge on the NCIS and SVU teams that played a role in your arrest.”

Rafael was silent and a calculating gleam appeared in his green eyes that had dulled slightly from his time in prison.  While he was afforded some luxuries due to his position on the outside, nothing compared to the comforts of home.

“If the court senses that you will harm Special Agent (Surname)--”

“NO!” Barba thundered, “She is not to be harmed.  If anyone attempts to do so, they will deal with me!”  He thumped his hand on the table for added emphasis and he enjoyed the involuntary jump from Rita after his proclamation.

“The others are not to be harmed either.  I will not take the chance that (Name) might risk her life to protect one of them.”

“I’ll give the order,”  Rita promised.

“Good to hear.”  Rafael smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, “With your assistance, I’m sure that I’ll be released very soon.”