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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 25 days

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Note: I changed the request just a little to make it more authentic to the shows storyline and Gibbs’ character.

“Do you have to go right now?” you groaned, rolling over in bed to hide your face in your fiancés chest. Jethro wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on your head.

“Things are moving quicker than anticipated. They want me on the ship asap.”

The thought of Jethro in the middle of a possible terrorist plot made your stomach twist, especially when you knew you still needed to tell him that you two were now expecting, but if you didn’t tell him now and something happened, you’d never forgive yourself.

You decided you would tell him once he was fully awake, waiting until he finished his shower and getting dressed.

“Hey Jet,” you started as he brushed his teeth.

“Hm?”

He rinsed his mouth and walked over to you as you sit on the edge of your shared bed, twiddling your thumbs nervously. He noticed and took your hands in his.

“I’m gonna be fine sweetheart. I’ve done plenty of undercover ops. This one is no different,” he reassured, misplacing the reason for your nerves.

“I know, it’s not that, exactly. I- uh- just don’t know how to say-

“What’s the matter hun?”

“I’m pregnant Jethro.”

It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop as his eyes got a little wider as he blinked bewilderedly.

“You’re what?”

“Pregnant. I’m about 3 weeks along. Just got the results from the doctor yesterday.”

He continued not to say anything and you started getting worried. Worried that he wasn’t ready. You two had talked about having a child but never really planned anything.

“Jet. Can you say something? Please.”

He finally took a deep breath and exhaled, letting your hands go so he could run them through his hair.

“Uh- this is definitely unexpected.”

“I know we’ve been careful but I think it happened that night at the Gala. We were both pretty drunk,” you began rambling but Jethro stopped you.

“Hey, I’m not mad. This is great. We’re gonna be a family.”

You smiled, completely relieved at his reaction and jumped up to give him a hug which he chuckled at.

“I’m gonna have to make room in the basement for my new crib project now. Do you like oak or maple better?”

“You choose babe. It’ll be your present to them,” you said leaned back to give him a kiss.

“Oak it is then.”

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It was late when you raced through the entrance to the Emergency Department. You would’ve been there sooner if you weren’t literally in the middle of a major surgery and didn’t have anyone to cover for you. Luckily, the hospital that Jethro was brought to was

You spotted the sign in desk and made your way over, pulling out your id.

“I’m here to see Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He should be out of surgery by now.”

The nurse gave you a visitor badge and a quick rundown on how to get to his room. You wasted no time and it took everything in you not to just absolutely sprint down the corridors.

Once you reached the room, you walked in and was not expecting to see the Director of NCIS to be sitting at your fiancés bedside, holding his hand.

“Jenny,” you greeted flatly. She released her grasp and stood up before clearing her throat.

“I was just keeping an eye on him until you arrived. He’s in a stable condition but still in a coma. The doctor said-

“I know. He told me too,” you cut her short. You knew all about Jethro and the Director’s relationship, and for the most part it didn’t bother you because you trusted Jethro but Jenny was another story. You knew she still had some feelings for him and seeing her here with him before you irked you.

“Alright. Well I’ll leave you too then,” she stated before collecting her purse and walking out, your eyes following her all the way. Once the door shut behind her, you stood in the same place she had been in and looked down at his sleeping figure. His head was bandaged and burns adorned parts of his face, pulling at your heartstrings. Your hand found his as you leaned in to place a small kiss on his forehead.

“You said this op was no different Jet. You promised me you were going to be ok,” you whispered, trying not to cry.

For the rest of the night, you sat by his bedside, praying he’d wake up or even just squeeze your hand. The doctor assigned to him had a cot sent up so you could also catch some sleep.

The next morning, you were wakened by the door opening. Picking your head up from the edge of the bed, you winced at the sharp pain in your neck and saw Dr. Mallard standing there.

“Goodness dear, have you been here all night?” he asked, looking over at the untouched cot.

“I couldn’t leave him Ducky. I wanted to be here when he woke up.”

He sighed knowingly and pulled a chair up beside you.

“Well I hope you don’t mind if I join you for a little bit?”

You nodded and he took a seat, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“We’re expecting Ducky.”

You didn’t mind the doctor knowing about the pregnancy. He was one of Jethro’s closest friends and you came to trust him completely as well.

“That’s wonderful Y/N. You two are going to be great parents.”

Looking at Jethro’s chest rise and fall rhythmically, you spoke lightly. “I can’t do it on my own Duck. He needs to wake up. Who’s going to make all the baby furniture and paint the nursery?”

“He’ll wake up Y/N. Just give him some time.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and took in a shaky breath.

“I hope so Duck. I really hope so.”

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You were literally gone for less than 5 minutes to grab something to eat when Jethro decided to wake up. You arrived to his doorway just as he got done telling Ducky he didn’t remember him.

“Jethro?” you called softly, everyone turning to look at you. You made your way over to his bedside, fearing the worst.

“Do you remember me Jethro?”

He focused hard on your face before shaking his head no. Not being able to hold back your emotions, you down in sobs and walked out of the room with Ducky following.

“Just give him some more time Y/N. Retrograde amnesia is very common for coma patients that suffered head trauma.”

He pulled you in for a hug and held him tight, hoping he was right.

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The next couple of days were terrible as Jethro recovered physically but still couldn’t remember who you were or the life you two shared. Somehow he managed to remember Jenny and their time together which only made you feel worse but there was nothing you could do about it. It hurt so badly and had come to the point where you couldn’t take the constant rejection and decided to stay with your mother until he recovered completely.

You received occasional updates from Jethro’s team about his memory state but they never spoke the words you wanted to hear. So the only thing you could do was compartmentalize and keep your mind busy with long hours at the hospital.

The rain and thunder outside reflected your mood as you unenthusiastically put a sandwich together. You had absolutely no appetite but knew you needed to eat for the baby’s health. A knock at the door startled you as you glanced at the microwave that read 2am.

You walked over and saw Jethro standing out on the porch, soaked from the rain. You opened the door quickly, with a smile on your face but it faded when you saw his furrowed brows. He still didn’t remember you.

“I know we have something together Y/N- I get these small flashbacks, small snippets of us together, but never the full memory. The team tells me all about you and how happy you made me. I want that. I want to remember,” he started. “I need your help. Help me to remember.”

You stepped out onto the cold porch barefoot to stand close to him and did the only logical thing you could think of. You took his face in your hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss. If this didn’t work, then you were all out of ideas.

His hands tentatively placed themselves on your waist, slowly deepening the kiss as the butterflies fluttered in your chest. It happened every time you kissed Jethro, even though you’ve known him for years. When you felt his breath hitch, you pulled away and searched his face for an answer.

“Do you remember now Jet?”

Another faltered breath and he nodded his head slowly.

“You’re pregnant,” were his next words, bringing the smile back to your face.

“Yes.”

Ecstatic, you jumped into his arms and he caught you easily.

“Jethro, I missed you so much,” you breathed into his neck, tears falling.

“I know baby. I’m so sorry I took so long. Please forgive me.”

“You don’t have to apologize Jet, it wasn’t your fault.”

He set you back down and tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. Your clothes were damp from hugging him and the thin pajamas you had on did nothing to stop the cold stormy wind from sending a chill through you. You hadn’t realized your mother walking up behind you until Jethro turned his attention towards her.

“Look at you two, kissing and talking in the rain like some cheesy rom-com. It’s like one of Y/N’s dreams,” she teased, making you roll your eyes in slight embarrassment.

“It’s good to see you M/N,” he answered with a smile before giving her a tentative hug, careful not to get her wet.

“You too Jethro. Now both of you get home before you catch a cold.”

You ran inside to grab your purse and shoes before hugging your mom and following your fiancé quickly to his truck. Jethro drove through the streets, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your tummy.

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ncisladaily · 3 years

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Renée Felice Smith was only six years old when she knew that she wanted to be an actress and storyteller, but people tried to dissuade her from her chosen career path, telling her it was an impossible goal. Luckily, Smith’s parents weren’t among the naysayers, and today she’s living her dream, starring as Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones on NCIS: Los Angeles (Sundays, 9 p.m., CBS) and co-authoring her first children’s book Hugo and the Impossible Thing with her creative partner Chris Gabriel.

So, when her French Bulldog Hugo was diagnosed with a brain tumor, Smith once again ignored the doubters and found the best vet possible to give Hugo a shot at life rather than listen to those who told her it was “just truly impossible.”

“We just knew we had to try for our little guy, and we’re so glad we did because he was with us for another two beautiful years, just grinning, growling and running around the yard like the wild man that he always was,” Smith tells Parade.com in this exclusive interview. “So, we’re so glad we fought for him and advocated for him.”

When Hugo finally passed, Smith and Gabriel knew they had to tell his story to inspire others to conquer the seemingly impossible things in their life. So they wrote a story about a little dog named Hugo, who succeeded where others didn’t even try as a result of his bravery, curiosity, teamwork and persistence.

“The love is still here, and it needed someplace to go, so now we have the book and Hugo’s message that now we get to share with the world, which I’m just so grateful that it’s become real,” Smith adds.

Related: NCIS: Los Angeles‘ Daniela Ruah Speculates About Whether Kensi and Deeks Will Survive the Obstacles Ahead

This Sunday night, Smith will be back with some teamwork of her own when NCIS: Los Angeles returns with a new episode dealing with technology, which is something that Nell excels at. In the “Imposter Syndrome” episode, NCIS obtains a hard drive containing a realistic deep fake video of a deceased terrorist and must retrieve the dangerous technology behind it. However, when the team’s comms are hijacked during their mission, they find that one of their own has been a victim of its potential.

And, spoiler alert, Smith says that in the May 23 Season 12 finale, Nell will finally be reunited with Hetty (Linda Hunt)! But how that will play out remains to be seen.

“Linda was essentially sidelined by the pandemic, but, very exciting, I do share a scene with her in our season finale and it’s one of the most memorable scenes of my time on NCIS: LA, so I’m very grateful to have her back as my scene partner,” Smith says.

For more of what Smith had to say about her real-life Hugo and Hugo and the Impossible Thing, as well as more NCIS: Los Angeles scoop, read on.

With your background, a movie seems a more natural project than a book about Hugo. How did it turn into a book?

Chris, my other half, and I are lovers of all types of books. We grew up with children’s books and some of the most impactful stories and lessons we feel that we’ve learned in our lives we learned in the pages of those books, so we really wanted to create this modern classic, a book that kids, or quite frankly, anyone nowadays could really benefit from.

Especially right now, we’re all dealing with our own version of the impossible thing, and we’re trying to find our way to the other side. What better way to inspire you and yours to go out and conquer whatever your impossible thing is than through a storybook following this spirited French Bulldog through the forest, kind of this yellow brick road, Wizard of Oz structure? He meets up with his forest friends and they end up helping him through the impossible thing. It’s really a story about bravery, curiosity, teamwork and persistence. We wanted to encourage that in our readers, both young and young at heart.

Tell us about Hugo and his battle with his brain tumor.

Hugo was diagnosed with a brain tumor and we were truly beside ourselves. It was an out-of-body experience. He was a feisty, curious, wild man who was quite literally sidelined by this potentially terminal disease, and we just knew that we didn’t want to give up on him, and he wasn’t giving up on himself. Every step of the way, we would say out loud, “Hugo, just let us know, buddy, do you want to keep going?” And he met us with this enthusiasm for the process every step of the way. And that is truly why we kept going.

Did Hugo instill in you the belief that the impossible might be possible? Or did you already have that?

That’s interesting. I think the process really showed us that if you ask the questions, oftentimes the people who ask the questions are the people who find the answers, and this process really reiterated that. He inspired us to advocate for him, because animals are helpless on their own, but we could do something about it. We could ask the questions; we could be his voice. I’m just so thankful that he was always this bright light that had this insatiable curiosity for life. He definitely imbued that in me, and I know he imbued that in Chris. He did inspire us to help him conquer his impossible thing. If he didn’t have the fight in him, if he wasn’t such a spirited dog, I don’t know if that would’ve happened, but he was singular in a way. I reference him as my canine son, because he was. He was my baby.

On NCIS: Los Angeles, Nell is torn these days. She feels Hetty tricked her into taking the job when she said she didn’t want it, but she has the support of her team and also Kilbride. So how do you think she’s feeling these days?

She really is at a crossroads in her life. I think a lot of young women find themselves at this point, where they are very good at their job, but is it the job that they always saw themselves in? Is it the job they saw their future selves thriving in? I think for Nell, she’s really questioning whether she wants this to be her story, and in the process, she’s really finding her voice this season. There’s a scene with Sam Hanna, LL Cool J‘s character, that recently aired, where she spells out her frustrations in her position as de facto operations manager and how she’s struggling to keep the plates spinning. And she tells him that he needs to get on her team. It was a really stern moment for Nell.

I don’t think we’ve really ever seen that. Actually, LL Cool J and I were talking about what a different flavor this scene is bringing to the show because Nell usually is quick with a quip, but she doesn’t often drop the hammer in this way. And this season, we really do get to see Nell drop this hammer, stand in her power, and let people know that she needs help and she’s questioning this process.

I think that’s the side of being the operations manager that we didn’t really get to see very much with Hetty because she had everything under control. So, it’s kind of fun and new to see the person, who may be greener in the position, find her way in this new position of leadership.

How much has COVID affected what we’re seeing this season? Is that why we don’t see more of Linda Hunt, to keep her safe? And I noticed there are fewer people in scenes, especially in ops.

You’re absolutely right. Our show did an incredible job managing the crisis that was the pandemic and continues to be the pandemic. We are tested five days a week. Our crew was incredible in keeping everyone safe. The was goal to keep everyone safe, and we were, in turn, able to create 18 episodes of television, which is incredible.

You were just picked up for your 13th season, so it isn’t over yet, but when you look back, what will you take away from it?

Oh, my goodness. We’re a family, you know, but it’s been a mini-film school for me as well. My time at NCIS: LA has been educational. I just pinch myself how lucky I am that I was able to quite frankly lock onto a job like this for so long. In our industry, stability as an actor is not something you often experience. So, to have this group of people who I’ve grown to love and really consider extensions of my family, I’m just so grateful for the time. I feel like I’ve been a student. I feel like I went to school all over again for 10 years.

With Linda being this master in her craft, I can’t even quantify what I learned from her and most of it happens when we’re waiting to do our scene. It’s in those moments that I hear the stories from her childhood and the stories from early in her career, just these nuggets of wisdom that I have now in my little carpet bag.

From your work outside NCIS: LA, it seems as if maybe long-term, you’re more interested in being behind the camera and writing, producing, directing.

It’s interesting, often as actors, we’re part of someone else’s story, we’re carrying out someone else’s vision, but I’ve always been a storyteller. As a kid, I would essentially write my own little plays and perform them in the yard and direct my friends and family, my sister, namely, in those plays. And for as long as I remember, I’ve always wanted to tell stories. So, yeah, that is where I see myself heading in the future.

You’ve said that you knew at age six that this is what you want to do. And you were lucky that your parents supported you.

Oh, 100 percent. I wouldn’t be standing here today if they hadn’t instilled confidence in me and in my creativity. They really created an environment that fostered out-of-the-box thinking, and I’m so grateful for that.

Which takes us full circle back to the impossible just might be possible.

It’s so true. If you’re curious enough and brave enough and you have the support, obviously, of your community, I think that’s the missing piece in a lot of these puzzles. It’s really the support because you can’t get there alone. No one can. The one-woman show does not exist. It’s an ensemble; it’s a production.

#s12 #Renee Felice Smith #Linda Hunt #ncis la #ncisla #NCIS Los Angeles

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starfleetakaashi · 4 years

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— mintoinette; akaashi x reader

mintonette - the original name for the word volleyball, created by William Morgan

GENRE. nothing but tooth rotting fluff!!

PAIRING. akaashi keiji x fem reader

SUMMARY. Your whole life you were used to not having any friends and being the ‘popular’ nerd that did nothing but stick her nose in books. However, when your class was assigned to write a paper about any of the clubs in your school, your eyes were opened to a new activity: volleyball. Though, not in a way where you wanted to start playing it, no, you were more interested in one of its players.

WORD COUNT. 3.7k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE. ahhh my first ever work is finally published! of course i had to make my debut with my one and only bae, akaashi. hope you all enjoyed this! i wrote this in one sitting with ncis playing in the background while going through at least three cans of root beer.

Your mother was always on your back about being social, something that you’re not at all. She’s expressed her concern for your lack of friends so much to the point you couldn’t even count them in both hands. While the unsettling feeling she had in her stomach for your social life was indeed insulting, you didn’t care much.

You’ve always kept yourself in books and spending your free time in studying. Sure, you’ll occasionally cook with your mom, play some games with your dad, or entertain your siblings, none of your time was spent on people outside your family.

So, imagine how you must have felt when your teacher all of a sudden decided to assign your whole class a paper; usually you wouldn’t have minded writing a paper, as it gave you an excuse to study, but this was different. This paper was to be written about any of the clubs that your school had going on, which meant social interaction.

You’ve been able to survive up until now, your second year of high school, with little to no human interaction, and now that it was needed, you were starting to regret not making at least one friend in the beginning of high school. Although, one thing came to mind. Akaashi Keiji.

You’ve never seen him much, nor have you talked to him a lot, but you could say that you two were acquaintances, having run into each other in the teacher’s lounge more times than you could count in one hand. You knew that Akaashi was a smart student, and coincidentally, he was a part of the volleyball club that your school had to offer.

Now, you weren’t too worried. The only thing left you have to think about besides actually writing the paper is thinking of different ways of approaching Akaashi to let you observe the club, and maybe even tell you a bit of some background information about volleyball itself.

Speak of the devil; Akaashi Keiji.

He was talking to a teacher when you stepped in the teacher’s lounge during lunch break, and if you weren’t so... sophisticated, you would’ve believed that this ‘coincidence’ was fate.

You allowed yourself to focus on the task at hand, which was to give paperwork to another teacher. While you did that, you gave Akaashi subtle glances every now and then to make sure he was still there in order to give yourself an opportunity to ask him about your paper. Thankfully, he ended his conversation with the teacher right when you ended yours.

“Ah, Akaashi-san!” You called out for him, loud enough that he could hear you, but not loud enough for the whole room to hear you. He turns at the sound of your voice, eyebrows furrowed but relaxing once he recognizes the face that belonged to who called him.

“[Name]-san, hello.” He smiles at you politely before sliding the door open, waiting for you to step out and closing the door when you do. “Can I do anything for you?” He asks, and you gulp. Despite preparing yourself for this conversation for about an hour, you still weren’t ready to engage in the conversation. I mean, how could you? Not only did you lack the skills to talk to people, you were also talking to someone as good looking as Akaashi! That was enough to get anyone nervous, male or female.

“Well, my teacher has given us the task to write a paper about any of the clubs in our school, and you’re the only person I’ve actually talked to in more than one occasion,” you said, fiddling with your fingers a little as you stared into his gun metal blue hues. Wow, he was truly carved with absolute perfection.

“I see.” He nods, looking down at the side before looking back up at you. “I don’t see why not? We’re a little laid back right now due to no upcoming matches, so it’s a perfect time for you to come by and watch without being considered a distraction by the coach.” Akaashi says, and you nod, smiling.

“Thank you!” You say excitedly, and he smiles back, eyes boring into your own. “I’ll meet you by the shoe lockers after school?” You ask, and he nods, waving goodbye to you before walking away, and you couldn’t help but mentally do a little joyful dance as you had finally gone over a big obstacle: talking to someone. Wait till your mother hears about this!

“AKAAAASSHHIIIII!!!!” Bokuto, your school’s boy’s volleyball captain and ace, yelled over for the said boy as he came running through the halls, a large smile on his face. You’ve heard a few stories about him, being one of the top five aces in the prefecture, and most of those said stories focused on him having bad mood swings? You have yet to see it for yourself.

Akaashi holds onto his bag as you stood beside him, watching as Bokuto came rushing to where you and Akaashi were standing. Once Bokuto was standing in front of you both, Akaashi opens his mouth. “Bokuto-san,” he says in a gentle yet warning tone. “Please don’t be so loud. We’re in the hallways.” Akaashi says, and Bokuto turns his attention away from Akaashi and over to you, leaning his face dangerously close to yours.

“Hey, I know you!” He says, pulling his face back, and your eyes widen. How could he know you? It’s not like you ever did anything remarkable, like fighting someone or being a powerhouse for a sports team, you were just a nerd. “You’re that smart second year! I didn’t know you knew Akaashi,” he says, glancing to his friend before glancing back at you, and you chose to not question how he even knew you and decided that it wasn’t important.

“Ah, well, it’s for a paper I’m writing!” You say, and Bokuto nods. “This is my first time engaging in a long term conversation with Akaashi, so I wouldn’t say we’ve ‘talked’.” You add on, and Bokuto gives you a toothy grin, one that would make anyone’s rainy day a sunny one.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and starts dragging you to wherever he decided to, which you guessed was the volleyball gym. Akaashi stays silent and only chooses to follow beside you and Bokuto.

“HEY HEY HEY!” Bokuto yells in your ear as his eyes sparkle, causing you to wince a bit from the intrusion in your poor, unsuspecting ears. “You get to see me do awesome plays! Right, Akaashi? She’ll be amazed, won’t she?” Bokuto pesters his friend, letting go of your shoulders as he wraps his arm around Akaashi’s.

You giggle softly at how childish yet adorable the third year ace was, and Akaashi definitely didn’t miss that. In fact, he found it adorable.

“If you want, you can help with our managers to get a better understanding with everything.” Akaashi offers as he places his bag down beside you as you were sitting on the bench, right across from the net and the members who were fooling around before practice could start.

You shake your head, smiling at him. “No thanks! I’m better with visualization.” You say, and he nods, giving you the smallest smile before running over to Bokuto, who smiles at the appearance of his friend before yelling that practice was starting.

The whole practice ran with what you thought to be the usual, at least from the videos you watched last night. They did drills and scrimmages, practicing with each of the members’ weak points. You wrote down everything to the smallest detail, no matter what.

You notice that Bokuto had suddenly become.. upset? It was obvious that he didn’t put in as much energy and enthusiasm towards his spikes, and you could hear him tell Akaashi that he shouldn’t toss to him anymore. How dramatic, but funny.

Everyone didn’t seem to worry though, considering that this was most likely a daily occurence, and that they already had multiple solutions to solve this. You laughed silently, writing this down as well to include a fun section to your paper.

By the time practice ended, it was already about nine in the evening, the sky painted the familiar dark blue that was cluttered with stars. You were packing up your things when Akaashi had approached you, his bag slung on his shoulder while his practice clothes were switched out with normal clothes.

“Akaashi-san! Hello,” you smile as you close your bag, smiling at him. “You guys were a lot of fun.” You said, walking besides him as the two of you exited the empty gymnasium. He stopped to lock the doors, and you waited for him patiently before the two of you were back on your track to leave school grounds.

“Glad that you were entertained,” he nods, and you looked up at the stars. “You know, [Name]-san?” Akaashi calls for you, and you shift your eyes to him, noticing that his eyes were already on you. You hum, letting him know that you acknowledged him. “I’m honored you approached me.” He says, and your eyes widen a little.

“Ah,” you chuckle, looking down at the floor. “You’re the only person I was familiar with.” You said, and you couldn’t help the fast paced beat that your heart was going through. “Thank you, Akaashi-san.” You said, looking back at him and smiling; one that wasn’t small, no, this was a genuine and big smile.

It was Akaashi’s turn for his eyes to widen, not expecting you to thank him. He could only hope that you missed the way his cheeks flushed before he looked away as quickly as he could. Thankfully, you did.

“It was my pleasure, [Name]-san.” He says, looking at the stores that were slowly passing him as the two of you walked in silence. It wasn’t awkward at all, in fact, he basked in the silence that engulfed you two. Your walk together was halted when the big street that the two of you were once walking was split into two different roads, leading to different neighborhoods. You and Akaashi turn to face each other, smiling at each other before you took your hand out for him to shake.

“I shall be on my way then,” you said, and Akaashi glances at your hand before shaking it. “I look forward to seeing you more, Akaashi-san.” You said, letting go of his hand despite the bubbling feeling in your chest telling you not to let go.

“I hope our paths cross once more, [Name]-san.”

You turned in your paper, smiling softly at the teacher who smiles back as she places your paper down on her desk. You walk away, heading to your desk which was in the middle of the class, more so on the side of the windows.

As you sat down and looked out the window, your eyes caught sight of Akaashi and Bokuto, walking besides each other while Bokuto engulfed himself in a one-sided conversation with the second-year setter.

He looks up, eyes landing on you and you smile, waving at him discreetly and he smiles as well, waving back at you. Bokuto was so immersed in whatever he was talking about that he didn’t notice the little exchange between you and Akaashi.

He points to his phone, and you nod, looking away from the window and down to your phone. You see his name pop up, and you unlock your phone to see what he said. It’s been about two weeks since the paper was assigned, and you—surprisingly—had the courage to ask Akaashi for his number.

akaashi-san: Would you like to eat lunch with me and Bokuto-san?

You smile.

you: Yes! Can you meet me outside my class?

The bell rings, and everyone stands up and starts packing their things. You do so as well, shoving everything inside your backpack aside from your phone.

akaashi-san: We’re already here.

You shove your phone inside the side pocket of your backpack and slide open the door of the classroom yo be greeted by Bokuto and Akaashi leaning againsg the opposite wall’s windows. A few girls surrounded the boys, and you weren’t too surprised since the two were way above average when it came to the looks apartment.

The girls surrounding Bokuto didn’t bother you much, but the case for Akaashi was different. Very different. You sighed and approached the two, who turned their attention to you the second you appeared in their peripheral vision.

“HEY HEY HEY!” Bokuto screams, immediately engulfing your body into a tight hug as he shakes your body. You chuckle a little, patting his back before he let go of you. You had to admit, despite the fact that being friends with Bokuto wasn’t something you expected at all, you didn’t mind it whatsoever.

“Hello, Bokuto-san.” You smile at him, and he waves you off.

“Please, [Name], you sound like Akaashi!” Bokuto chuckles, and Akaashi glances to his owl-like bestfriend. “Call me Bokuto!” His smile grows, and you nod, laughing at him.

“Bokuto-san,” the pretty setter warns, and Bokuto ignores him. “Excuse him for being so loud, [Name]-san.” Akaashi apologizes quietly, and you wave him off, chuckling a bit. Akaashi waves goodbye to the girls before walking to the cafeteria with you and Bokuto.

“How was your paper? You didn’t even let me read it!” Bokuto asks, initiating conversation. You laugh, brushing through the knots of your hair. “Did you write about me? I bet you did, because I’m so amazing!” Bokuto laughs as he showers himself in compliments, and at this point, you were used to his innocent narcissism.

And knowing him, you knew how to handle it. “Of course I did!” You smile. “Plus, I didn’t know you wanted to read my paper.” You shrug, and Akaashi couldn’t help but feel something bubble inside of him as he watched you and Bokuto get along.

“I can reassure you that her paper was wonderfully written,” Akaashi compliments, and you blushed profusely at his comment, one that Akaashi sadly missed but Bokuto definitely saw. He smirks—mentally, and that’s when an idea popped into his head.

“GAH!!” Bokuto yells, holding onto his head in (fake) frustration, earning the attention of you and Akaashi. “I forgot, I had something to do!” Bokuto screams in (fake) agony. Akaashi’s eyebrows furrowed, knowing that Bokuto had absolutely nothing left to do like he claims.

“And that is?” Akaashi asks, and Bokuto’s eyes widen a bit; he didn’t exactly think that far ahead. “Bokuto-san?” Akaashi smiles a little, knowing that he got to him.

“BYE!!!” Bokuto screams, running the opposite way, catching the attention of a few people standing by in the halls. You chuckle as you watch the interesting boy run off like a maniac.

“I doubt he had anything to do like he claims so,” Akaashi starts, and you turn to him, laughing whole heartedly.

“I know, he’s not exactly being slick about it.” You say, and he nods towards the cafeteria doors, and you walk through them with him.

As the two of you sat across from each other eating your lunch in peace, your mind started running through a million thoughts. You stopped in your tracks and held onto the back of Akaashi’s blazer, catching his attention.

He turns around, face contorted in worry. “Are you alright, [Name]-san?” The boy asks, and you nod, looking up at him and letting go of his shirt. “Do you need some water?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Can we eat outside?” You ask, and Akaashi stares at you in confusion for a few more seconds before nodding, walking out the building with you and towards a picnic table that was comfortably under a tree, giving it some shade.

“Any particular reason why you wanted to eat outside?” Akaashi asks once the two of you have settled down on the picnic table, eating your food comfortably. You swore that you could see a pinch of black and white hair peeking out from the bushes, but you chose to ignore it. You were probably just seeing things.

“Ah, not really.” You say, taking a bite from your sandwich. Obviously there was a reason why you wanted to eat outside. For the past few weeks that you’ve known and have gotten closer with Akaashi, you’ve gained some unexplainable feelings towards the pretty setter.

Well, unexplainable to the you from a year ago. The you now can explain those said feelings; you like Akaashi. A lot. As those feelings developed even more, you started getting flustered around Akaashi (at least a lot more than you already were). You couldn’t control them anymore, and today was the peak of it.

You were new to this kind of thing. You never showed much interest in anything but your books and academics, so the fact that you had interest in a boy of all things, was shocking enough. You confessing to said boy just adds on to that shock.

Akaashi nods nonetheless, despite having that gut feeling that you weren’t exactly telling the truth. Being the bunt person that he is, he wasn’t afraid to express himself. “I think you’re lying,” he says, and you curse mentally. “What’s bothering you, [Name]-san? I won’t judge you.” He says sweetly, and your heart melts at this sound of his soft voice.

You sighed, “Well, there is something that’s been bothering me for a while now.” You started, and Akaashi’s eyes focus on you, letting you know that he was listening. You blush at the feeling of his eyes on you. “I have these feelings that have been overwhelming me, and I don’t think I can take it anymore.” You said, trying to be as vague as possible in order to give yourself more time to think.

Time to think about how you were going to tell Akaashi you liked him.

“Feelings? Are you possibly sick?” He asks, and you chuckle. Akaashi’s so smart yet so dumb you couldn’t even get mad. His eyebrows perk at the sound of your chuckle, wondering what was so funny.

“I’m not sick, Akaashi.” You said, and Akaashi’s eyes widened because of you dropping the formality beside his name. “I..” You struggle, and Akaashi just looks at you, not letting you know that he was growing a bit impatient. He was just so curious, and you weren’t exactly being speedy with telling him about your troubles.

Akaashi, feeling his confidence rise a little for no unknown reason, takes his hand and places it above yours, causing you to look up in surprise. He smiles at you in reassurance, and you could swear that it was the biggest smile he’s ever shown you so far.

You smile back softly, feeling really relieved that you decided to fall for someone like Akaashi. “I like you, Akaashi.” You said, getting sick of your hesitation. You only live once, right? Akaashi’s heart stops and his eyes widen as those words had left your mouth and reached his ears. Did he hear you right?

Akaashi stays silent for a good minute before you squeezed his hand that was previously on top of yours, successfully bringing him back to reality. You were starting to regret it. Although you liked Akaashi so much that it hurt, you valued your friendship with him, and if this made that friendship disappear, you were going to be really hurt.

Realizing your mistake, you stand up and let go of Akaashi’s hand as you began to pack up your things. “I’m sorry, that was unexpected of me.” You said, and Akaashi looks up at you, the look of shock still evident on his face despite five minutes passing by. “No need to answer me, Akaashi-san. I understand if you harbor no such feelings for me.” You smile sadly, and his heart breaks at the fact that you returned to formalities.

Before you could walk away, Akaashi stops you and forces you to sit down (while being gentle of course, he would never hurt you). You look at him in confusion as he placed both his hands on your shoulders, leaning his face close to yours. He stares into your eyes for a second before smashing his lips onto yours, completely shocking you.

Akaashi, the person you’ve crushed on, was kissing you? Of course you kissed back, but you couldn’t help but still be confused. You thought that he didn’t like you back, but it seemed like Akaashi was damn good at hiding his real thoughts despite being so blunt.

“I like you too, [Name].” He said once he pulled away from your lips. Your eyes widen and tears prick the corner of your eyes once he called you your name without the formality. “I like you so much,” he said, and you said fuck it, letting the tears fall before standing up and placing both your hands on Akaashi’s cheeks, pulling him in for your second shared kiss, one he didn’t hesitate to kiss back.

Once the two of you pulled away, he smiles at you, and you knew, that the smile he gave you earlier in reassurance was nothing in size compared to the smile he just gave you.

[bonus]:

“Konoha! Get your ass off of me!” Bokuto whisper-yells as his fellow third year classmate moved to the side, giving the captain some space. “Can you see them?” Bokuto asks, and Konoha shushes the owl, causing him to enter emo-mode.

“Ah, shit! Stupid Konoha, look what you did!” Komi growls, and Konoha sweat-drops. “We’ll watch, you calm Bokuto down before Akaashi senses his emo-mode.” Komi grumbles and the two switch spots, Komi and Washio watching you and Akaashi being all sweet to each other while Konoha rubbed Bokuto’s ego, giving him compliments endlessly.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Sarukui asks, his arms resting across his chest as he stood over the childish third years, who only shushed him and pulled him down so that he wouldn’t be seen by the ones they were stalking, you and Akaashi.

“Akaashi and [Name] confessed to each other!” Washio said, and Sarukui’s face contorts into confusion.

“Weren’t they already dating?” He asks, and Bokuto laughs loudly, causing the four to panic and immediately leave their spot in the bush, their hands covering Bokuto’s loud mouth. “We’ve seen enough,” Sarukui sighs as the five entered the school building safely. The other three nod in agreement while Bokuto just beams at them innocently.

Meanwhile, you and Akaashi returned to your previously abandoned lunch. You chuckle, swallowing your food. “They were watching us, huh?” You ask, and Akaashi turns to the spot that the five were previously hiding at, nodding.

“Yeah, those idiots.” He said, shaking his head in amusement before staring into your eyes and pulling you in for another kiss.

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #akaashi imagines #haikyuu imagines #akaashi fluff #haikyuu!!#hq!!

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The Best Friend’s Brother (part. 1)

My first series! I hope you like it! Btw, this is a Criminal Minds/NCIS crossover, but I think that if you haven’t watched any of the series you can understand it! At least, I hope you do. If you can’t, just message me and I can rewrite some parts to make it clearer! And this is in Criminal Minds’ 9th season, and NCIS’ 11th.

Request: Actually, my best friend inspired me to do that when I was fangirling to her about how cute it is that Spencer can’t use chopsticks. Then she said he’s her brother, because she doesn’t know how to use chopsticks either, lol.

Prompt: In this story, Spencer Reid has a sister, Elizabeth “Lizzie” Reid. Since they were nine, Lizzie and Reader had been best friends. Now they’re 28 years old and going to work together for NCIS, and the Reader finds herself in love with Spencer.

Word Count: 1,7K

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader, Spencer Reid x Sister!O. C.

(Y/n) couldn’t believe what she was hearing in the phone. She got in! She was accepted to work in the Naval Criminal Investigation Service.

“Miss (y/l/n), are you still there?” the man on her phone, her new boss, or better, boss’ boss, asked.

“Yes, I’m here, director Vance” she rushed to say. “And I’d love to work with the NCIS” she answered the question he had asked earlier.

“Great. I know you live in California, so it will take some time for you to move to Washington. Don’t worry. Take all the time you need” he said.

“Director Vance, can I ask something? I know you had two positions to fill, and I have a friend that applied to the other one. Can I know if she got the job?” (Y/n) asked.

“Sure” he agreed. “The other position was given to a woman named Elizabeth Reid. I’m going to call her next”.

“That’s her!” she cheered, not too happily, though. She didn’t want to look like a freak to the man on the phone.

“That’s really great” he commented. “Now you can start arranging your things to move. We’ll be waiting you” the director hung up.

(Y/n) stood in her room, chocked. She had got the job with her childhood best friend, Lizzie. She barely believed this was happening. Then it suddenly hit her: she had to tell Lizzie!

She left her apartment in a rush, entering the one in front of hers. (Y/n) and Lizzie were inseparable since (y/n) had moved to Las Vegas when her parents died. They had met in fifth grade, and immediately had become best friends. When they graduated, they had both been accepted into Stanford, and were roommates there. Then they had moved together to Los Angeles, and, although they didn’t work at the same place now, they lived in the same building, the same floor even.

(Y/n) and Lizzie had different reasons why they wanted to move to Washington, D.C. (Y/n) just liked the East Coast, liked the city, and liked the job. Lizzie wanted to be closer with her brother, Spencer.

(Y/n) remembered how the only thing she had never told Lizzie about was her crush on Lizzie’s brother, when they were nine or ten, and he was twelve. He was a senior, being twelve years old. (Y/n) had figured that was one of the reasons she had had that crush. He was too intelligent, smart. That was one of the things she liked in a guy. Brains. But, in the end, they were just pretty good friends.

(Y/n) opened Lizzie’s door. She was talking on the phone.

“Yes, director Vance” she said to the person who was talking to her. “Sure. Thank you so much” she hung up.

She looked at the best friend, her jaw dropping. They both let out a high-pitched shout while they hugged each other.

“Washington, D.C. won’t know what hit it!” Lizzie said, her laugh soon being accompanied by (y/n)’s.

Washington, D.C. won’t know what hit it.

A week later, (y/n) was walking in the airport, holding two suitcases. One with her clothes, and the other one with her books. My dear reader, you are probably asking yourself: how the hell does she need one suitcase to move all of her books? Here’s your answer: the rest of her collection was still at LA. She’d get them next time she visited there. All of her books would be a whole new level of extra suitcases fees.

She was listening to music, only one earbud on, so she could pay attention to what was happening too. Kiss you, by One Direction was on.

If every time we touch

You get this kinda rush

Baby say yeah, yeah, yeah…

“What are you hearing?” Lizzie asked her.

“Kiss you. You?”

“Oh, going with the old ones. I’m listening to Midnight Memories” she answered.

“Midnight Memories is old too” (y/n) commented.

“It was released last year. You’re listening to a two year-old song” Lizzie explained herself.

Suddenly, (y/n) realized the song had ended and she was listening to Midnight Memories now.

“Hey, it’s Midnight Memories now” she told her best friend.

Five foot something with a skinny jeans…

(Y/n) realized she was wearing skinny jeans. And she was five foot something. Five two, to be exact.

“Aww, cute. Liam is singing about me” (y/n) joked, smirking. “I’d prefer if it was Louis, though”.

“What?” Lizzie asked, confused.

(Y/n) chuckled.

“You know when Liam sings ‘five foot something with a skinny jeans’?” she asked.

“First, it’s ‘with the skinny jeans’, not ‘a skinny jeans’. Second, It’s Niall who sings this part” Lizzie corrected her.

“Whatever” (y/n) rolled her eyes. She could never compete with her best friend’s knowledge of One Direction. “But I am five foot something and I’m wearing skinny jeans” she pointed. “I just thought it was a cute coincidence.”

“I am five foot something too” Lizzie said.

“You are five foot max, Lizzie. And you’re not wearing skinny jeans” (y/n) corrected her.

“Stop being such a fun destroyer, (y/n/n)” Lizzie complained, but (y/n) could see in her eyes that she was joking.

“Never. And really? Fun destroyer? That’s new”.

At this moment, they saw Spencer waiting for them in the airport. Damn it. He had gotten hot over the years. Lizzie had visited him that year, but the last time (y/n) had seen him was when he was shot in the knee. He had longer hair, and (y/n) had to admit: the shorter one was way better.

“Spencer!” Lizzie squealed, running to her brother’s arms.

“Hey, little one!” he greeted her, hugging her back.

Then (y/n) hugged him.

“Little two!” he said.

The nicknames had been given to them right when they started to hang out together. Spencer had always been tall, and they were both short. Spencer, then, started calling Lizzie ‘little one’, because he was the ‘tall one’. Since Lizzie and (y/n) were inseparable, she became ‘little two’.

“So, FBI strongman, are you going to carry our suitcases or not?” (y/n) teased him, smirking.

“Let me guess: the bigger one is the books’?” he asked.

“You are absolutely right” (y/n) confirmed.

Lizzie loved reading, too, but she didn’t like to have collections. She always borrowed books from (y/n), or, occasionally, libraries.

Spencer, as the perfect gentleman, moved to get (y/n)’s suitcase.

“I was kidding, Spencer. I can carry my suitcases” she chuckled.

“I can’t. I need you, brother” Lizzie dramatically said.

“Dramatic as hell” (y/n) teased, with a smirk.

“Shut up!” giggled Lizzie.

They got into the car and went to their respective apartments. (Y/n) and Lizzie weren’t going to live in the same building. (Y/n) had rented an apartment in a nice building, close to Lizzie’s and Spencer’s. They weren’t going to live in the same building as well.

At least (y/n) thought so. Because when Spencer stopped in front of his building, to show them how to get there, she saw that his address was identical to hers.

“Spencer, are you sure that this address is correct?” she asked him.

“I am pretty sure; I have lived here for about ten years. Why?” he said.

“I think we are neighbors!” (y/n) was surprised.

“Wait, your apartment is in this building?” asked Lizzie.

“Yeah, it is” she confirmed. “In which floor do you live?”

“Second” answered Spencer.

“Okay, this is just getting ridiculous. The apartment is in the second floor too!” (y/n) furrowed her eyebrows, thinking about the chances of this happening.

She wasn’t actually calculating the chances. If it weren’t for math, she would have skipped about two grades in school. I mean, but that’s the difference between being intelligent and a genius, right?

“Okay, so we’ll drop Lizzie at her building and come back” Spencer decided.

In shortly five minutes, they got there.

“Thank you, Spencer! Although it’s kind of your job to drive me to places as big brother” Lizzie said after she got her suitcase, entering the building.

“You wish” he replied, with a smirk.

“So… We’re next-door neighbors. You know what it means?” (y/n) asked, smiling as if she knew something Spencer didn’t. “I get to steal your books”.

“Uh, no, you don’t?” Spencer denied, but (y/n) looked at him with a puppy face. “Damn, you know I can’t resist when you do the puppy face. Fine. But I’ll steal your books too”.

When they got there, Spencer practically made (y/n) let him carry one of her suitcases. He wanted to carry both of them, but, according to her, she’s ‘a federal agent too’ and ‘can carry at least one suitcase, thanks’.

“Besides, do you think I’d let you carry my book suitcase, only for you to kidnap my books? I’m not that naïve, Spencer Reid” she had told him.

“I think that’s your apartment” he pointed to the apartment with a lady in her sixties waiting in front of.

“(Y/n)?” the lady asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. You must be Mrs. Andrews” (y/n) said, smiling at Mrs. Andrews.

“Oh, come in, dear. I see you’ve already met your neighbor. He’s carrying your bag! Oh, Spencer, dear, a perfect gentleman like always” Mrs. Andrews spoke to Spencer as if she was a proud grandmother.

“Spencer and I, we’re actually childhood friends. We’ve met when I was nine” (y/n) told her. “I didn’t know he lived here, though.”

“That’s lovely! Come in, bring your suitcases, and I’ll show you the apartment” Mrs. Andrews sounded really excited.

“I’ll go to mine, I need to fill some paperwork” Spencer said, giving (y/n) her suitcase back.

“Thank you so much, Spence” (y/n) smiled gratefully, using the nickname she gave him.

Spencer entered his place, throwing himself in bed. God, how (y/n) had gotten hot. She was always beautiful, but now she got past that. She wasn’t the only one that changed, though. He changed too. His views towards her, specifically.

Forget this, Reid. You’re probably confused because (y/n) changed and, yes, she is hot now, it doesn’t mean you’re attracted to her. Your sister is hot, you know that. And you’re not attracted to her. Acknowledging that someone is attractive doesn’t mean you’re actually attracted to them, he thought. But he wasn’t so sure that that applied to (y/n).

But it didn’t matter to him, because one sentence was bugging his brain.

She considers you her big brother.

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This Sunday will be twice as nice for fans of CBS’ NCIS: Los Angeles, which is serving up not one but two fresh episodes, beginning at 9:30/8:3oc.

In the second hour, titled “Raising The Dead,” a prison break lets loose a man with designs on killing the President of the United States, so Special Agent Kensi Blye (played by Daniela Ruah) is forced to grill the other, captured escapee, David Kessler, for a possible lead. Thing is, Kessler is a bit of a Kensi Blye “superfan” — and a very twisted one at that — seeing as she was responsible for his prison stint to begin with.

TVLine spoke with Ruah about the intense face-off ahead, acting opposite NCIS: LA writer Frank Military, and her newly announced directorial debut.

TVLINE | What was your reaction when you heard Kensi would be getting her own Silence of the Lambs moment? You know, I don’t know that I even made that connection at first. First of all, when I read the script, I thought, “They’re going to have to hire a really strong actor to play David Kessler,” because the character’s so beautifully written — and it wasn’t until I walked into hair-and-makeup and saw Frank Military, who is the writer of the episode, walk in as well. I was like, “Oh, hey. What are you doing here so early?” He was like, “I’m playing David Kessler,” and it blew my mind.

I was so happy and excited, because who better to play to play this dark, twisted character than the guy that thought him up? Frank was an actor 20 years ago before he became the incredible writer that he is, so to be able to go back to those chops…. It’s interesting because now that he’s a father, I think age gives us a certain gravitas, a certain weight to certain types of storytelling. So he was just incredible, and I was honored, really. That’s the word — I was honored to work with him in this capacity.

TVLINE | How would you describe Kensi’s strategy when she is first sent in to talk to Kessler? You talked about Clarice in Silence of the Lambs, but I think there’s a big difference — and when I explain this, you’ll see why. The difference between them is that Kensi is not green in her experience in dealing with sick minds, right? Clarice was in kind of a discovery mode, and it was almost like a weird “love story” between those two, and that’s not what’s happening here at all. Kensi is an experienced agent. She doesn’t have a young mind that is easily manipulated. Much to the contrary, she’s very aware of this man. She’s the one who put him in jail for 30 years, and it was the case that got her into the Office of Special Projects, it was the case that got Hetty’s attention. So, she knows exactly what she’s doing when she’s going in there, and she knows exactly what kind of language he’s going to use, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t crack. When he starts talking about her inability to have children, and how he can tell her “hips haven’t cracked” yet, it’s still sick. It’s still shocking because she obviously is a fundamentally good person fighting for good in everything she does. He definitely manages to create some cracks in her, but that’s so fascinating to me, to watch this journey between them. And then the end is a complete twist.

TVLINE | When I watch a scene like this, I often wonder if there is a moment before you start filming where Frank “pre-apologizes” for all the really awful things he’s about to say? I don’t know how it would work if it were a movie or anything, but not here. I mean, Frank and I are good friends outside of the show. We are couples that go out to dinner together. The incredible thing about Frank is that he writes the darkest of episodes that we have. I can’t remember what season it was, but the young girls were being buried alive, and the guys that were cut up and stitched back together in different body parts. That’s all Frank. So, that’s a pretty dark place to go when you’re writing an episode, and Frank Military in real life is the complete and absolute opposite of that. He is a ray of sunshine! And he is the most loving, calm, wonderful husband and father. It’s really fascinating to see where he’s able to go in spite of his real personality. He once told me that the darker you go, the more the light shines at the end of it, and that just made so much sense to me. He’s essentially super dark so that he can then brighten up.

TVLINE | While all this is going on between Kensi and Kessler, she’s also got some drama going on at home with Deeks. They’ve got financial issues and job concerns to deal with…. Exactly. Kensi and Deeks are looking to buy a house, and they’re wanting to have children, and all that obviously requires some sort of financial planning. But now, all of a sudden with all the police reform, Deeks’ LAPD liaison job is in jeopardy. There’s definitely a lot weighing in on their personal lives, which always seems to ebb and flow. Like, last season Kensi got really paranoid and freaked out about the fact that she wasn’t getting pregnant after three months of trying. But anybody who’s had children knows that it probably takes a lot longer than that. And yet this season, we see her sort of as a ray of sunlight, telling Deeks, “It’s going to be OK. We’re going to figure it out. We’re going to have a baby, and we’re going to get a house.” It’s interesting how he was driving the positivity last season, and so far this season Kensi’s the one who’s turned the page and is like, “This is going to happen for us.”

TVLINE | Speaking of Kensi and Deeks, I was curious: With COVID and everything, is your husband [costar Eric Christian Olsen’s brother, David Paul Olsen] “on standby” to race to the set and do an intimate scene if needed? [Laughs] You know, just like the rest of the season has been adapted to accommodate the pandemic — you’ll notice that you don’t have the whole cast in the OPS Center like you used to, and there are a lot of phone calls — Eric and I are very conservative quarantiners, especially because he has a newborn at home.

TVLINE | That’s right. Yeah. And all four of our kids are homeschooled right now, so there isn’t any external influence. Really, Eric and I are the only ones really going out of the house for work, but we’re in masks all day, the crew is in a mask all the time…. When they come in to adjust certain lighting, we leave the set, and then they sanitize everything, and then we come back in…. The fact that we’ve made it thus far, to Episode 9, unscathed is a miracle, and we’re very grateful and thankful and everybody’s pushing for it to stay this way because we all want this season to go to the end.

TVLINE | Knock on wood. Knock on wood, for sure.

TVLINE | Tell me everything you know about the episode you’re directing, to air in February. Yeah, it’ll be my first experience directing television. It is not a big jump, I don’t think — I mean, living in a show like this for 12 years is essentially like attending film school, right? If you open your eyes, and you open your ears, and you pay attention, you’re going to learn most of what you need to know on a theoretical basis.But then it’s a question of putting it into practice, and I am surrounded by people I trust blindly to help me, to collaborate with me on everything. I know how hard it is to get a job like this to begin with, and I’m very fortunate to have my first experience be with my family because that’s what it is.

TVLINE | Do you know if you’re getting, like, a helicopter chase or…? I don’t think I’m getting a helicopter chase [Laughs], but I don’t think that’s because of me, I think that’s just the general logistics of that. No, I have [the script] for almost the whole episode, and thus far it’s pretty wonderful.

Also, just in the last few years, [showrunner] Scott Gemmill and our other producers have been, I think, more creative with how the show is put together. We are a network procedural and you have to have those boundaries that we fall into, but I feel like they’ve made those parameters a little wider than they used to be, and I find that directors are coming in and being able to be a bit more original with what they are able to shoot, and how they are able to shoot. So, I look forward to being creative and collaborating with my family.

#interview #s12 #Daniela Ruah #ncis la #ncisla #NCIS Los Angeles

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