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zvdvdlvr · 3 months

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— 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.

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word-scribbless · 2 years

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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.

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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”.

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 11 months

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Serendipity (CH 7)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 975

Warnings: Mild language, fluff, smut, angst, graphic scenes, death, murder, gore, violence, mature material…

Prompt: You have a major crush on Gibbs, however you choose to push it away as you fear he doesn’t feel the same way. Suddenly there is a bunch of chances that lead to a happy ending…

I snapped more pictures, feeling mortified. The longer I was in this room, the sicker to my stomach I felt. I was more than in his head. It was like I was looking through his eyes and I hated it. No one else knew what I've found yet. They've grabbed what I asked for, and asked questions, but I couldn't explain it.

I did a few sketches whilst I waited for them to get a camera and evidence box. I was eager to start bagging the pictures and putting them in the box. I wanted to get out of this room.

"Y/N/N, what did you find?" Ziva asks.

"I found out that our unsub is obsessive, compulsive, a stalker, and delusional. Not to mention a psychopath. He had motive, he made a plan and followed through. He has had to have been doing this for months." I say, continuing to quickly box everything for Abby.

"He is done killing, right?" Tim asks.

"I want to say yes, but it seems as our unsub was becoming unhinged. If he kills again, the victim will no doubt look like our first female victim." I say.

I set the camera in the box before pushing it through the tunnel. I crawl through it and Gibbs helps me up. I let a deep breath out, wishing I hadn't found that room.

"Do I want to know?" Tony asks.

"No. You don't. But, you'll have to know for the case. It's just sickening." I mumble.

"It's the job." Tim sighs.

"Try being a profiler. I hate getting in the minds of these guys." I grumble.

"Then don't." Gibbs says.

"Easier said than done." I sigh.

I was more than eager to get off that ship. I rode back with Gibbs, but it was silent. I couldn't get out of my head. I hated how easy it was to understand the mind of a killer, for me at least. As much as I'm happy that my abilities help me get justice for people, it still makes me feel...numb.

"Y/L/N." Gibbs says, hurrying to catch up with me.

I tiredly hum, pressing the elevator button. I could feel his stare on me, but I step onto the elevator knowing he would too.

"What's going on?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You got quiet." He says.

"You always are quiet." I point out.

"Yeah. But, you aren't. You like to talk, whether it be the case or maybe about some book...or something that makes you happy. Even if you aren't talking, you like to hum. But, you were quiet." He says.

I was surprised by how much he's noticed about me. For someone who seems busy all the time or tries to avoid me...he knows me quite well.

"I'm just tired." I sigh.

"Go home. Get some rest." He says.

The elevator doors open and I shake my head. I had some stuff to finish up. He sighs, following me to the bullpen. I grab the box that Tony sat on my desk and decided to go ahead and bring it down to Abby's lab.

"Y/N! You brought me a gift." Abby says.

"Abs, don't look to into this. Just see if you can pull any prints off these. Okay? I don't want you to get upset by this." I say, setting the box on a table.

"Okay...are you okay?" She asks.

"Of course!" I lie and she studies me.

"I'm no profiler, but I know a liar when I see one. Talk to me." She urges and I sigh, sitting on one of the metal tables.

"I sometimes just hate getting into the mind of an unsub. It use to be such an interesting thing and I found myself wanting to get into the most notorious serial killers heads, but now...I just hate it. I hate the way I can so easily find myself in their head. It's not just their head. It's like I'm seeing everything through their eyes. It plays out like a movie and I hate it. I hate the way it makes me feel. It's sickening and I'm just so tired." I ramble.

"Oh, Y/N." She murmurs.

"I know it's my job...that's why I'm here at NCIS. I'm a profound profiler. So, no matter how much it affects me...I can't stop. That's why I was added to Gibbs' team. If I can't do my job, what am I? Nothing. I just get in the way. And yeah...the team relies a lot on my skills and we get through our cases pretty fast, but it's so tiring." I say.

"Have you talked to Gibbs about it?" She asks.

"God no and I don't plan to, Abby. I think I just need to sleep. It'll pass. Or maybe I need to take a small vacation. Who knows? I'll see you later. I got some paperwork to finish up. If you need anything, you know where I am. Love you!" I say.

I pull her into a hug, seeing the troubled look on her face. I kiss her cheek and give her a big smile before I leave. It immediately leaves my face and I was eager to climb into the elevator. I lean my head against the wall, waiting for the doors to open.

I walk back to my desk, sitting down as I begin to work on some paperwork. I look up when my lamp goes off. It was Gibbs.

"Go home." He says.

I sigh, waiting till he starts heading towards the elevator. I stand, grabbing my purse and keys as I wait for the doors to shut. I let a sigh of relief out before sitting.

I turn the lamp on my desk and start working on some more paperwork.

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ssanovak · 1 year

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Characters & Fandoms I write for;

I am willing to write pairing fics of a character x reader, or general scenario fics with reader inserts.

Reader will be male with he/him pronouns as a default, so please specify if you’d like a female or gender neutral reader!

I will write LGBTQ+ and straight readers & pairings, just let me know what kind of thing you want in your request! I will not write smut.

I am Autistic and have ADHD, I will happily write either of these into fics.

I will write mental health issues, I personally suffer from OCD, CPTSD, Depression, and have previously dealt with ED tendencies, so I can write those with relative ease, request other mental health stuff and I’ll give it a go if I can or let you know if I don’t feel able to write it.

Characters not on my list are probably either not there because I don’t feel I know the character well enough to write them or am not comfortable writing them as pairings, but it’s always worth checking just in case I forgot to add someone!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner (Hotch)

Jason Gideon

David Rossi (Dave)

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Anthony DiNozzo Jr. (Tony)

Timothy McGee

Abby Sciuto

Jimmy Palmer

Ziva David

Ellie Bishop

Nick Torres

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Greg Lestrade

James Moriarty (Jim)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

I will probably add more characters as I get further into shows I am watching or if I find a new fandom to obsess over! Have fun writing requests!

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hopscotchandlemon · 3 years

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In the Crosshairs

Prompt number: 17 – “I’m with you, you know that.”

Fandom: NCIS

Rating: Teen

Warnings/Tags: Mention of shooting.

Fictober 21 Masterlist

The act of working with intricate pieces of wood was a good distraction. The concentration required meant that quite often, you couldn’t afford to think about anything else. One false move and you could take a finger off with the sharpened implements.

He didn’t want to think tonight, the day had been enough. He’d thought about the bottle of bourbon that sat on his kitchen counter.

But that had the power to make things worse. The fine detail carving on wood was his next best option. Up until he heard his front door open and close. He was tired, he didn’t really want visitors tonight.

Then he saw it was her.

She knew.

He put his tools down as she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek on his back.

“Hey,” he ventured.

“Hey yourself. Thought you were going to come for a drink, let of a bit of steam?”

“Didn’t feel like it…” he trailed off, turning his attention to a bit of carving he’s picked up.

“Gibbs, listen to me,” she stood back, gently grabbing his arm and turning him to face her. He stood and looked at her, trying to hide myriad emotions.

“I’m ok. The bullet missed me.”

He looked away. It had been too close a call.

“But you shouldn’t have even been in the crosshairs.”

Taking his hands, she tilted her head until once again, he held her gaze.

“I’m with you, you know that, right? No matter what. Please stop beating yourself up over this.”

“But what if I’d lost you, I,”

Putting a finger to his lips, she silenced his worries.

“You didn’t lose me. I’m here. Now kiss me.”

Holding her arms, he planted a soft kiss on her awaiting lips.

“Now come to bed, I need you to hold me.”

With a boyish smile, he nodded his head, following her up the stairs looking forward to sharing the warmth of the bed.

#fictober21 #17 #ncis #ncis fanfiction #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x female oc #gibbs x oc #ncis one shot #gibbs x female reader #gibbs x reader #ANGST AND FLUFF

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nerdyfangirl67 · 3 years

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Forget About Me - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: McGee x fem!reader/mom!reader, Gibbs x reader (platonic/fatherly relationship)

Warnings: anxious reader, child lost and scared, fluff ending

Word count: 2k

Request: @gibbsandpridegirl

“I was thinking that McGee and reader find out their expecting a baby, and Anastasia finds out and runs away, because she’s scared that Tim and reader won’t want her anymore, and Anastasia gets lost and is all alone, and Tim is in full panic mode, and Gibbs won’t rest until he finds Anastasia, and Gibbs finds her, but she refuses to go home, and clings to Gibbs”

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long @gibbsandpridegirl ! I changed it a bit, so I hope you don’t mind and I hope you love it! This is another part of my one-shots with Mcgee x reader with an OC child.

Thanks so much for the request darling! (Also, I chose this picture because I thought it was cute, but you imagine Anastasia anyway you want to.)

You stare at the pregnancy test in your hands, shock rushing through you at the positive result. Despite your suspicions (your period had been late and you had put on a few pounds despite Tim dragging you to early morning defense classes), you hadn’t expected the pregnancy test to come back positive. You lean back against the bathroom countertop, a hundred different thoughts running through your head, the predominant one being that of how you would tell Tim and Anastasia. When you had married Tim, you hadn’t expected that you would have children anytime soon, at least not within the first few years of your marriage. And yet here you were, within the first two years, with one pre-teen and a baby on the way.

You stand up and hazily walk downstairs, the forgotten test still in your hand as you sit at the kitchen table. You stay that way, blankly staring at grain in the wood of the table until Anastasia walks through the door, followed shortly by Tim. Anastasia comes up and gives you a hug, which you distractedly return as your eyes meet Tim’s. He must have seen the bewildered look on your face because you see him catch Anastasia’s attention and quickly sign something to her. She responds just as rapidly before stomping her way upstairs.

“Ugh, one moody kid is enough.” You murmur as you rest your head against the kitchen table, a wave of nausea abruptly washing over you. You feel a hand come to rest on your upper back, the chair next to yours scraping against the ground as it is pulled away from the table.

“Y/N?” Tim’s voice is gentle as he starts massaging the tension away in your muscles with the hand he has on your back.

You wordlessly slide the pregnancy test out from under your arms and over to Tim’s other hand, which was resting lightly on the table. You don’t lift your head, fearing any look of disappointment or regret that might come across his face. Instead, a gentle finger lifts your chin until your eyes meet his soft green ones, which are sparkling with excitement.

“You’re pregnant?” His voice betrays his unbridled joy, barely restrained beneath the surface.

Seeing his reaction brings a smile to your face as you nod. His arms are suddenly sweeping you out of your chair and almost into his as he pulls you in for a tight hug. The hug only lasts a moment though before Tim is quickly standing up and, far more gently, letting you go. “Sorry Y/N. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks in a frazzled manner as he closely looks you over. His hands float over you, lingering around your hips and abdomen, as if to assess the damage he may have caused by hugging you.

“Tim. I am not made of glass. You can still hug me.” You say, a firm undertone carrying your words. Tim gives you a sheepish smile before looping his arms back around you. You bring your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his collarbone as you rest your head on his chest. The two of you stay that way for a while, before Tim moves back enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“We’re going to have a baby. A little baby McGee.” He whispers, his excitement reflecting in his green eyes.

You smile softly at his phrasing. “Maybe we should call him Tony, Tony McGee.” You joke lightly, a laugh bubbling up in your chest at Tim’s horrified expression. “I’m joking Tim.” You step back enough to press a soft kiss on his lips.

“We should tell Anastasia. She’s going to be a big sister after all.” You say, taking his hand in yours as you move towards the steps. Tim is quick to place a balancing hand on your lower back as you walk up the stairs, making you wonder just how cautious and protective he would be when you were heavily pregnant.

You reach Anastasia’s room, the first door on the left at the top of the stairs, but find it empty. You look at Tim, a curious expression on your face before you walk to the bathroom. You find it empty, a feeling of fear seizing your heart as you do. You roughly push past Tim, rushing to check the spare bedroom, as well as the master bedroom.

“Anastasia!” You call, despite knowing that she can’t hear you. You barely wait to listen for her reply before you are calling her again. After not finding her in the master bedroom, you frantically start looking through the upstairs rooms again before scrambling down the stairs and to the rooms on the main floor. Each empty room leaves you feeling a little more hopeless.

Tim finally stops you, with a firm set of hands on your shoulders, when you start to head outside to look for her. “Y/N,” he starts as you desperately try to get out of his grip to continue looking for her. “I need to find her Tim. I need to find her.” You say, tears distorting your vision as the fight leaves you. “I need-I need...” You taper off as it becomes harder to talk through the tears.

Tim pulls you in close, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I called Gibbs and he’ll be here soon with Tony.” You press your face into his chest, allowing his familiar scent to comfort you. The two of you hold onto each other for a while before Tim leads you to the kitchen table, helping you sit. You sit stiffly in the hard chair, staring at the wood grain of the table top as Tim putters around in the kitchen behind you.

Tim slides a plate with your favorite snack in front of you on the table, snapping you out of your trance. “You need to eat Y/N.” He says quietly, sitting down next to you as you shake your head at him. “I can’t Tim, not when she’s out there, scared and alone.” You whisper, blinking away the tears as you look at him. He leans in close, wiping away a tear falling down your cheek as he leans his forehead against yours. He places a soft hand on your cheek, pulling you in closer to press his lips against yours. The kiss is comforting and reassuring, not meant to be seductive but to serve as a reminder that he was there for you.

Just as the two of you break away from each other, a loud knock sounds on the door. You scramble up from your chair, moving quickly to the door. Swinging it open, you find Gibbs and Tony standing on your doorstep. One look at Gibbs’ all knowing, ice blue eyes and you feel the tears coming back. As he steps inside, you impulsively hug him, needing to feel a kind of comfort you only ever felt around him. He squeezes you tightly as he whispers, “We’ll find her Y/N.”

After twenty minutes of going over the night’s events, in which you quietly admit that you had discovered you were pregnant only a few hours earlier (to which you are greeted with awkward congratulations, considering the circumstances), the four of you decide to split up and search for Anastasia.

Gibbs POV:

Gibbs was tasked with searching your neighborhood’s park and the surrounding area. The park was less than ten blocks from your house, so he decided to walk. He kept a brisk pace, looking for her among the darkening features of the quiet suburban street and scanning for any possible signs of struggle on the way. By the time he reached the park, his outlook had diminished and his fear of a possible negative outlook had increased. His initial scan of the playground equipment and the outdoor pavilion does not uncover anything, which doesn’t help his current feelings. He still does a thorough search of the equipment, his hope waning by the time he reached the old wooden castle shaped play structure. A soft whimpering sound catches his attention and he follows it.

Huddled in the small space at the top of the structure is Anastasia, her legs drawn in close as she rests her head on her knees, her arms wrapped protectively around herself. Gibbs knows she can’t see him, nor could she hear him, so he takes heavy steps, hoping she feels the vibrations of his footsteps, as he climbs the playground equipment. She lifts her head and he can barely make out the terrified expression on her face due to the growing darkness, which is only broken up by the low glow of the park’s floodlights.

“Poppa!” Anastasia’s garbled cry comes as she stands up and runs to him, throwing her small arms around him in a hug. He returns the hug, a profound feeling of relief flooding over him as he did. He holds her for a few moments before pulling back.

‘Your mom is worried sick Anastasia.’ He signs slowly, making sure she can see his hands properly as he does.

Anastasia shakes her head violently, backing away from him at the same time. ‘No, no. I’m not going back.’ Her signing is rapid and choppy, almost to the point where he misses what she was saying.

He gives her a quizzical look before asking her, ‘Why don’t you want to go home Anastasia?’ She starts to sign quickly again, her movements jagged as she wipes tears away from her face at the same time. He places a hand over both of hers, waiting for her to look at him before he signs ‘Slowly.’

She takes a deep breath before starting again, much slower this time. ‘Momma and Papa are going to have a baby. They won’t want me anymore.’

Gibbs pulls her in for another hug, holding her close for a moment before moving back. ‘Anastasia, they are worried about you because they love you and will always want you. You are their child just as this baby will be.’ He signs.

Still Anastasia shakes her head. ‘I want to be with you Poppa. Please?’ Her signing is slow, yet still shaky as new tears form in her eyes. Gibbs wipes away a stray tear before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

‘Anastasia, you can always stay with me, but you belong with your mom and dad. They love you just as much as I do.’ He stops a moment, taking her in before continuing. ‘If you ever need me, I’m only a call away and I will always let you stay with me, okay?’ She nods, taking the hand he offers her. Gibbs shoots you and Tim a text, saying he had found Anastasia and that the two of you were on the way back to the house. The walk back to the house goes by quickly, Anastasia clinging to his hand the entire walk back.

Your POV:

You hear the door opening and you rush to the foyer, your eyes searching frantically for Anastasia until they land on her. You pull her in for a tight hug, warm tears of relief rolling down your face. You trace the words ‘I love you’ on her back as you hold her close. Anastasia is stiff in your grasp for a moment before she returns the hug, saying “Momma” as she does.

You pull back, sniffling out “Anastasia?” as you look at her. It was the first time you had heard her say the words and a feeling of joy courses through you.

You quickly sign in response. ‘Thank you Anastasia. It means so much to hear you say that. I love you so much.’ Anastasia lets out a small smile just as Tim comes around the corner. You take his hand, pulling him and Anastasia in close for a group hug. Even after the scare with Anastasia, you couldn’t feel happier. You had everything you needed with your family safe in your arms.

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Two marines are better than one

Pairing Gibbs x reader

8 months, three weeks, 5 days, 12 hours and 30 minutes.

That is how long you had been away from D.C. You had been sent over to Afganistan with your team for your 5th tour this year most of them had been only 2 weeks one being a month but you were needed longer this time. Being a Marine was your whole life you had a few medals and worked your way up to being in charge of your own team. There was 8 of you in total you never replaced people when they left or if they died you just kept the team the same. Well except for Luna the team's German shepherd.

It had been a long tour and everyone was quite glad to be going home. So when you arrived at the base you waited until you had seen off each of your team, made sure the paperwork was filed, got together your things before heading over to the navy yard in your truck with Luna at your side.

Getting into NCIS was easy they all knew you by now each remembering that you were a current Marine yet you spent your time off helping NCIS or your team. As you waited in the elevator with Luna sat by your feet you thought about how odd it was going to be seeing Gibbs and the team after spending almost 9 months away. The last time you went on a long tour like that you had not met Gibbs and you were married it was meant to be your last tour as you were gonna stop to raise your daughter, you were away for 10 months that time. Looking back you can see how much has changed you never did get to keep your happy family or leave the Marines, I guess that part of your life was not meant to stay.

The ding of the elevator brought you out of your thoughts and on to the current situation. Walking out of the elevator still in your uniform a few cuts on your face that had not healed yet Luna at your side with her own vest on, people started clapping as you walked past. There Marine was home. The clapping alerted the team and the others who were stood in the bullpen so turning around they spotted you walking into the bullpen with Luna at your side.

“Welcome home Sergeant (L/N)” Director Shepard calls from the stairs. Looking up you salute her before replying “It’s good to be home, it was a tough tour we almost didn’t make it back this time.” You replied honestly. She smiled at you before going up the stairs to her office before getting attacked by Abby. “Jesus Abs.” yo say as you stumble back slightly “ I missed you so much and OMG the dog is so cute. are you ok, you seem ok are you ok...” “ I am fine Abby relax and I missed you too just relax ok I'm here and I am absolutely fine promise.” As you scan the crowd you see Ducky, Tony, Mcgee, someone who you are guessing is Ziva the probie, Palmer and Gibbs. Letting a soft sigh out you brake the hug with Abby going round and hugging everyone introducing yourself to Ziva and all to soon your stood in front of Gibbs.

“You good?” Gibbs asks his hand cupping your cheek as he runs a finger gently over the cut on your eyebrow. “mmhhm, are you good, my Marine?” He chuckles softly at that he forgot how much he had missed you these past months not sure if you were gonna come back to him or not. Now he knows how Shannon must have felt when he was going off. “Just glad your home safe.”

Everyone watched you two interact you had both lost your families and had gone through a lot of trauma so seeing you to interact being this close to each other despite all of the pain and the hurt it really made everyone smile.

You finally pulled him into a hug not caring anymore you missed him like crazy. “ I missed you so much Jethro, God I love you.” Neither of you had ever said that phrase but you didn’t care any more he needed to know. “ I love you too,” Gibbs says pulling you tighter and closer against him well kissing the top of your head. Pulling away slightly you look at him mischief in your eyes “ So you didn’t miss me how rude. Yall be here and I’ve been away and you didn’t miss me, well I’m hurt.” Gibbs looked at you slightly amused “But two marines are always better than one “ you say laughing as you escape out of his grip picking up his case file and reading it over. “ It’s the step-dad he liked the friend they got in a fight about it he killed the girl and tried to blame the kid but killed him too, “ you said smiling at Gibbs as he comes over, taking the file from you and putting it back on his desk before picking you up and kissing you.

Not a normal kiss no an absolutely mind-blowing, breathtaking kiss that leaves you panting as he brakes the kiss. “ Does that show you how much I missed you, Serge,” Gibbs asks a smirk on his face. With that, you put one hand into his hair and yank him down to your level slamming your lips on to his shocking him this time and leaving him slightly dazed as you bite his lip softly as you part. Fornell and Pride who had come in while Gibbs was running his finger over your cut laugh before Pride starts cheering “ You go (Y/N) you get him girl make me proud” This causes both you and Gibbs to laugh as you both stand sideways still holding each other close so you can see your team. No, your Family clearly. Luna is sat by Abby quite happy with her tail wagging furiously.

“Bring it in you guys” with that everyone crowds around for a group hug. And just as the moment is good Tony interrupts it “ HA to Marines are better than one suck it bad guys” causing you all to laugh and tony to get a Gibbs slap from the man himself only for him to get one from you.

Family Can be anyone it all depends on the people, not the blood.

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floraltypes · 3 years

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Congrats to 200 Followers! U deserve so much more tho❤❤ I'd love to see

feeling their pulse

listening to the other’s heartbeat

from the prompt list with Gibbs pls <3

pairing - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

prompts - “feeling their pulse” “listening to the others heartbeat”

His whole world stopped, everything around him slowed, it was truly alarming. The emotions that crept inside, thoughts placing themselves in his head, all unwelcome. But the look of you - in that chair - tied up and beaten, how was he supposed to feel?

The stoic Gibbs that you and his team have known, was about to break. The all knowing Gibbs, was at a loss, confused on his next move even though it seemed so simple. He wasn’t expecting this, wasn’t prepared, didn’t contemplate this outcome. How could he? It was truly out of nowhere.

But what would he do now, how would he move on, how would everyone move on? Losing Kate was so hard for the whole team, and now you, who’ve they’ve grown even closer with, could be leaving them…?

Abby would break, it would be her breaking point. The poor girls emotions already seeing so much and Gibbs isn’t sure if she would be able to deal with another.

And Ducky, having to examine your beaten and bloodied body, wrapped in a black duffel bag, and tools prying you open. Doing that to Kate and other co-workers was hard enough, and now adding another, how much more could he take?

Palmer, so new to the team in a way that he still has much innocence, less loss, besides the bodies he views on a daily. But now with one of his best friends dead when so much more was ahead, wouldn’t he start to think about the bodies of his friends to come?

Ziva would loose the only other female agent, one who understands her struggles in a male dominated field. You, a friend who always tries to understand her hardships, and introduce her to a more normal and fun world. What would she do with you gone?

Tony, a comical man who you’ll watch movies with and give your own little head slaps too, having to now pack up your things and view how quickly you washed away, washed away like Kate.

McGee, your partner, the one you always go off on your assignments with. How would he feel that he wasn’t there to save you, wasn’t there to have your back like you’ve always had his?

And finally Jethro, a boss who has somehow created a family in the tragic field he works in, while also finding someone to love. He’s lost so much, so many past loves, and now he has you who makes him feel so much different than before, how would he be expected to keep going after this?

“Jethro!” You yelled, running down the steps to where he stood by the large boat, crowded by tools and drinks, working diligently during his time off.

“Yeah?” He questioned, still sawing away at a piece that just wouldn’t work for the design he’s going for.

“Made some sandwiches, are you going to come up and eat?” You made it to the final step, walking over to him while admiring his new work.

“Sure,” He placed down his tool, wiping his forehead forming with sweat with the bottom of his shirt. “Didn’t you say you would make a special lunch today, though?” He had his classic smug smile on his face as you slightly frowned.

“You know I’m a horrible cook,” You deadpanned, shaking your head as you turned to go back up the steps, your boyfriend trailing behind.

“What if that’s a trait I like in a woman?”

“A horrible cook?”

“No, being a cook.”

“Then, you’re out of luck..?” You shrugged, handing him his plate as the both of you moved to sit at the living room table, your tv show blaring ahead. “You really are flirty like DiNozzo sometimes,” You laughed, taking a bite.

“Don’t compare me to him,” He grumbled, shaking his head as he quickly found the remote and turned the annoying thing off. “What’s the plan for today?”

“You work on your boat, and I’m going out!”

“With who? You don’t hang out with the librarians till next week,” He joked.

“They aren’t librarians just because they like books,” You shook your head once again while he just put a hand on your knee, gripping it lightly as he leaned over to kiss your cheek.

“Sorry, your friends.”

“Well, that is true. But, my brother messaged me and wants to see me.”

“The trouble one?” He put down his plate, leaning back on the couch a bit as you put down your own to now lay on his chest.

“He’s not trouble, just makes some mistakes,” You mumbled as he slightly scoffed. “But, I think this would be good, I miss him. And he’s always been good to me.”

“People change.”

“I know that,” You sat up, distancing yourself in the slightest from him. “I’m not a dumb little girl, I’m a NCIS agent too. I know what people can become. But, if I don’t give this a chance, it’ll stick with me and weigh on me, for the rest of my life.”

“I still don’t think it’s smart. Especially considering his past, he’s untrustworthy.”

“You haven’t met him.”

“I know of him. His troubles with the law, and how he somehow is able to avoid them.”

“I never said he was the best guy, but I still want to see him,” You spoke sternly, standing up a bit and brushing off any crumbs on your pants.

“If you’re that adamant about it, then you should do it, just be safe,” Jethro stood up as well, taking you in his arms and planting a kiss onto your cheek. “Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” You hummed, melting into his arms as he kissed your lips this time, into a soft one but full with love. “I’m going to go get ready, so let me go,” You slightly whined.

“I was thinking about how your jewelry box is looking a little old.”

“It’s not old.”

“Why don’t I make you a new one, I have enough wood to make one and I can paint it to look nice.”

“I’d love that,” You smiled at him, kissing his lips once more before removing yourself from his grip and heading up the stairs. “Thank you!” You yelled down, going to your closet to change.

“You’re already leaving, dear?” Jethro questioned, now starting to work on your jewelry box as you defended down the stairs with your bag hanging around your shoulder.

“Yeah, he wants to meet a bit earlier so we can talk.”

“Okay, I’ll be here,” He looked over at you, who was now coming up to give him a hug, enveloping you in his arms he kissed the top of your head before you went back up the stairs.

“Bye,” You mentioned, shutting the door at the top and going on your way.

Jethro had his worries, most of it coming from his infamous gut, that never did really steer him in the wrong direction but in this instance, he believed it could’ve. Your brother was never the nicest man, only meeting him once and he had too many words to say to the NCIS agent. From then on, Jethro heard worse stories about your brother, even from past co-workers, and he realized he could never trust him.

But you still did, and you had hope for your friendship with him, thinking about all the memories the both of you had as children, focusing on the good when it regarded him.

Hours passed and you still hadn’t contacted your boyfriend. He was engrossed in his work, not truly noticing the time until his stomach began to grumble and he looked over at the clock, noticing how now it was about 8:00. You’d been gone over four hours and still no contact.

He tried to dial your number, heading straight to voicemail. Instead of becoming nervous, he knew you were strong and could handle many dangers, deciding on making himself something easy and going back to his work with the boat, leaving his phone upstairs.

About a hour later, he heard footsteps pounding down his steps, alerting him that he reached for the pocket knife on his cutting stand, staring up at the three familiar faces descending down the stairs.

“What’re you three doing here, and with your guns?” He scolded, putting away his own knife as they lowered their guns.

“Boss!” Tony ran down the steps, others trailing. “You haven’t been answering your phone.”

“You always answer, we figured something bad happened.” McGee went on to explain. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?” He questioned with aggravation clear in his voice.

“A naval officer was just found dead, with Y/n’s badge on him.” Ziva revealed as Gibbs quickly discarded his belt with materials for his hobby, grabbing his coat and rushing up the steps with the rest of his team.

Arriving to the familiar workplace was not for the reason he would wish, confused at what must of happened and knowing that somehow your brother played a part in this whole thing. He couldn’t exactly reveal everything he knew though, risking your team members and Vance finding out about your more secret relationship.

Sweat was starting to appear from his forehead, his feet moving with a extra speed down to where Ducky was speaking to a body with wonder.

“It seems like strange circumstances that you’ve had to meet our Y/n,” Ducky mumbled to the dead man as Palmer stood by his side, peering down at the body with a table of scalpels and tools besides them both.

“Duck, what’s up here, how’d he die?” Gibbs questioned, Tony and Ziva jogging behind him to match his rushed pace.

“Jethro, it seems he was stabbed in the neck, obviously unprepared and according to the position the other officers found him, sitting on the bench, it confirms just that.

“My buddies weren’t thinking much of this, they didn’t really know he was a navy man until a woman came in with a photo of her husband saying he’s been missing. They ventured back to the crime scene and found that in the trash not to far was something that looked like a larger wallet with her badge in it,” Tony explained.

“On the autopsy report, the one I received before he was relocated to here, said he was sitting with his hands crossed in the front of his lap.”

“Sitting on a bench, hands together, sounds like he was waiting for someone,” Ziva noted.

“Tony, go get McGee and Abby to start searching his phone records, then put out a APB for Y/n. Ziva, I wanted you to go over and talk to the wife, see if you can find anything else out,” Gibbs commanded the two as they soon left the room and separated.

“Jethro, are you alright?” Ducky questioned, putting down his tool for a moment as he noticed a sort of different look in his good friends eyes. “Mr. Palmer, go look for that new equipment I ordered out in the garage.”

“But I thought that wasn’t supposed to come till Monday?”

“Please, Mr. Palmer,” Ducky turned to look at him now as the younger man rushed out of the room. “Now don’t you fret about Y/n, she is a strong woman, she won’t,” Ducky paused, contemplating his words. “She won’t end up like some of the other strong women we’ve lost.”

“I know that,” Gibbs asserted, staring at his friend in the eye. “I only have strong members on my team.”

“You are a stubborn man, Jethro. With your emotions and actions, all of you!” Ducky’s hands flew up into the air. “I’m a bit worried myself, this all seems very odd, and not a good kind. But, we must hold some faith in her, she has proven many times her strength.”

“Right.”

“And I know your emotions are heightening as well, due to the factor of her disappearance, badge here, and your true relationship with Miss Y/n. I might be a old man, but these eyes are still able to identify a dead mans organs and blossoming love. Something my mother was always able to detect, the love part, and I feel she has passed that trait onto me. Now, go back up and find her,” Ducky turned to have his full attention back onto the body in front of him as Gibbs left without another word.

Arriving in Abby’s office he watched the girl frantically type at a computer as McGee stood besides her, rubbing her shoulders and muttering small words before she shrugged him off.

“I can’t right now, McGee. I-I have to type in this code number, then trace where exactly this stupid cell tower is, start typing!” She yelled at the man who stood frozen as Gibbs was now standing near her.

“What do you have Abbs?”

“I- I”

“What do you have?”

“I’m almost finished, waiting for the ding. I’m sorry Gibbs, I’m just so worried and McGee isn’t typing fast enough and then I couldn’t type the righ-” The special noise the girl was waiting on. “Okay, here! Made calls to wife, pizza place, mother, um, oh! This number is for a Mr. Bruce L/n,” Abby announced.

“Y/n’s brother? She never talks about him,” McGee remembered. “Boss, I can pull up Y/n’s recent calls and see if she has contacted him recently.”

“Yeah, do that,” Gibbs agreed.

“Isn’t that a breech of her privacy, she’s our teammate.”

“And a leading suspect in a murder investigation, we’ve got to find her before someone else.” Gibbs reminded Abby.

“Okay, looks like she made a call to him thirty minutes before the naval officer was killed, there are also messages of them speaking about meeting up near the area where the crime scene is.”

“McGee, get a APB out for Bruce L/n,” He told the agent who nodded and left Abby’s sanctuary. Gibbs turned to the girl, pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of her head. “She’s a strong woman, I only have strong people on my team,” He reassured her, letting go and descending up the steps.

Once arriving to where his desk and the other three agents stood, he took a minute to stop his pace, looking at the three who all stood right near each other, doing nothing, silent.

“What is it?”

“Well-”

“Spit it out!”

“Bruce L/n is here,” Tony finally spoke, Gibbs meeting eyes with the man who was your brother, twiddling his thumbs with a bruised eye and shameful glares.

“Get him in the interrogation room,”

“Do you know why you’re here Bruce?” Tony asked, sitting on the chair across from the suspect as he stared at the file in his hand.

“Regarding the dead body I saw,” He shook his head, hands still shaking. “Uh, yeah, I tried to stop the bleeding, that’s why there is blood on my hands!”

“What about your eye, that looks recent.”

“Went to a bar last night, got in a fight, that’s all,” Bruce couldn’t look Tony in the eyes, his glare glued to his hands with the blood still stuck to his skin.

“Have you contacted your sister recently?”

“Y/n, um, not really.”

“Really?” Tony repeated, tossing a photo of his phone calls onto the table. “Turns out you called her not to long ago.”

“I don’t want to get my sister in trouble! I-I saw what she did and I-”

“You’re saying Y/n killed this man,” He tossed a photo of the dead man onto the table as Bruce kept nodding.

“Yes! Yes! I tried to save him, stop her, I only called her to see her and she went crazy. Upset I hadn’t talked to her in a while.”

“Okay,” Tony stood up, exiting the room and walking into the one that was onlooking the whole interrogation. Tony stared at the silence of his boss.

“This isn’t good, once the other police get their hands on him, they’ll arrest Y/n,” McGee mentioned.

“We’ve got to find her.” ZIva added.

“Y/n doesn’t kill without reason. He lied about calling her, he is lying about how the whole thing went down too,” Gibbs stormed into the room where Bruce sat.

“Boss,” Tony jogged in where GIbbs slammed his hands on the table.

“Listen Mr. L/n. You aren’t telling us the whole story, and that’s what I want or else your ass is going to jail. We’ve got records of you calling the victim, and sure as hell will make you a accomplice to murder unless you start speaking up. I know about your past, what deal have you made with the wrong guy this time?”

“Sir, I-I don’t, I didn’t kill, I can’t go to jail!”

“Then start talking.”

“He, he promised me a thousand dollars if I could just get my sister to meet that guy at some spot. I knew the guy from, from some place I used to frequent. I just had them meet up! I didn’t go over till a bit later and found the body, I tried to stop some of the bleeding,” He looked down at his hands.

“Who wanted the two there?”

“No idea, he came up to me, knowing my name and address and how I just lost my job at the bank. What else was I supposed to do?”

“She was your sister, and you might’ve just gotten her killed,” Gibbs walked out of the room, not sparing another glance.

“Wait, no! I don’t want her to die! I just thought it was some weird, surprise reunion. I never wanted anyone to die,” Bruce yelled as the door was closed shut.

“Boss, Ducky found a tattoo on the naval officer, Abby and I were able to trace what exactly it meant, some thing these guys had were for a cult that Y/n helped shut down in her early cop days.”

“She found out about how they were sacrificing innocent civilians and arrested the majority of them, two, though, escaped the scene.” Ziva went on.

“Our dead officer, he was one of the missing members.”

“And we’ve got a idea on where they are now hiding.”

Arriving to the abandoned wear house, his gun aimed and fellow agents around him, he didn’t know how to feel. The walls were littered with odd writing and drawings, almost making him recoil in disgust at a stench that was also present. Splitting up they took different ways around the wear house.

Tony and ZIva went left, McGee taking right with Gibbs. Quickly after the split gunshots were fired, and loud yells sounding around, McGee looked back, worry encasing his look.

“Go, go help them,” Gibbs commanded as McGee went running back, and Gibbs kept on, walking further into the darkness and praying to find some sort of light, find you.

And he did, but not the way he wished, you laid in the chair with hair bloodied and glued a bit to your forehead. Your sleeves were rolled up and cuts laid itself on your arms and stomach. He actually stopped for a moment, now really letting the worry he had been brushing off take over himself.

It was real, here you were, really hurt, looking dead. The easiest thing to explain the emotions he was going through at the moment would to be saying that he felt lost.

“Y/n,” He mumbled, running over and bending down to be more at your level. He was a bit frantic, pushing fingers into your skin to feel for a pulse, leaning his head onto your ripped shirt that wasn’t even covering your chest anymore to listen for a heartbeat. It seemed impossible, he could barely hear yours over the sound of his own, and his fingers didn’t seem like they could really feel anything right now.

“Her friends finally show up, to take us down all over again,” A man announced as Gibbs stood up, moving his gun around and searching for the figure in the darker light.

“We know that you’re the one that did this Marcus, frustrated that your plan of growing a strong cult couldn’t work because of Y/n.”

“It was a setback, I’ll admit. But I escaped, she didn’t stop me. My family will still rise, and we will remain superior. I mean, look at her now, all cut up and beat up. I hope she’s not dead yet, I wanted to hang her up as a sign, then kill her with more of a audience.”

“It’s over, all your men are being taken away.”

“I can find new followers, that was never a problem,” He laughed.

“Finding loyal ones were. The naval officer, he confided in Y/n about what you were doing. Knowing her brother and learning that she was a cop, he knew she would trust him and end this, all the nonsense killing.”

“It can’t end, look at Y/n, she thought she could but didn’t,” Marcus stepped out into the light, now appearing behind Y/n a knife lying on the top of her skin that covered her neck. “Even if there is a chance that she is still alive, not after this.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Drop your gun, or I’ll slice her neck right now. I think I can still hear her breathing, a shame she’ll have to die because of your nonsense,” Marcus tsked as Gibbs dropped his gun and kicked it away, he walked closer to you, closer to Marcus. “Don’t get to close.”

“Let her go.”

“If I can’t kill her, I’ll need someone,” He removed the knife from your neck and ran after Gibbs. Jethro quickly pulled out his own, stabbing the other man in the stomach and taking his own knife, listening to it clatter on the ground as he threw it across the room.

“Boss?” Tony yelled, now the three agents looking scared and nervous around the room. “Oh my,” He whispered, looking at your figure that was now being untied.

McGees eyes were filled with a true fear, a true surprise at just how harsh this group decided to do to you, a knife stuck in your stomach, cuts and bruises all around, he gasped.

Ziva didn’t think that many Americans were like this, seeing a fair share of people she faced doing this to victims but never any victims she was close with. It confused her, angered her, gun now moving around widely.

“We got most, but there must be more,” She declared, discarding the dying man on the ground.

“Is she dead?” Tony whispered, slowly walking closer. Sirens were nearing, new footsteps could be here swarming in the building, a stretchers appearing and two men running towards Y/n with one for herself, putting her onto it.

Being at the hospital was odd, Abby a crying mess with a fair share of tears falling from McGee as they admitted their fears to each-other while you were in surgery. Ziva and Tony silently agreeing on sitting near each-other, her head falling onto his shoulder as they looked onward at the blank walls, letting unpleasant things creep into their minds.

Ducky shook his head in the slightest, muttering words of reassurance to his partner Palmer, a small smile on his lips that clearly didn’t reach his eyes. And lastly Gibbs who paced the room too many times, finally settling on getting his fifth cup of coffee within the two hours, no announcements.

Eventually the dead navy officer’s wife had arrived with a basket of treats, as a thank you to Y/n after learning how she saved the man she loved from the horrible cult he was forced to join, but instead deciding on giving it to the group who were worried for her outcome.

When the doctor stepped out, announcing for relatives of Y/n L/n to step up, Gibbs was the first, along with Abby, to get over and listen to his words.

“When Y/n arrived into her care, she was badly cut and lost a large amount of blood. Luckily, the place she was stabbed was not by someone who knew where to hit. We finished the surgery and Y/n is doing fine besides a broken leg, some cuts and bruises. She is currently very groggy and may experience some loss of memory due to the event.... But you may all and go see her.”

Abby had jumped up and started to let more tears fall from her face, rushing behind to tell the others the news and getting everyone to hurry up and grab their things to go and visit you.

All of them gathered in your smaller room as you laid down, rubbing your swollen eye and looking at them with the other.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh Y/n!” Abby exclaimed, throwing her arms around you as you grunted a little in pain. “Sorry, I just, I was so incredibly worried and even seeing you like this now makes me want to cry. But you’re alive! And that’s what matters!”

“God, L/n, don’t do that again,” Tony shook his head as Ziva slapped his arm.

“I was fearful for you, and now I have gained more respect for you.” She admitted, standing besides you and taking one of your hands in hers. “My dear friend, you really gave us all a yell.”

“Fright,” Tony corrected.

“Really Tony?” She turned around.

“Could you both not do this now?” McGee asked. “But, you really did scare us all.”

“Yes, my dear. But you are okay and we all agree to take turns staying with you here and helping you out once you arrive back at your home,” Ducky revealed. \

“I’ll get over this in no time,” You commented, looking down at your casted foot.

“You’re like a real superhero Y/n, able to come back to life and all, maybe more like a zombie.” Palmer mentioned. “But, we were scared, yeah, not imagining you as a zombie.”

You laughed at that, eyes lighting up for the first time in a while. “I’m glad I stayed alive just to hear some more bickering, jokes, and comments for all of you.”

Ducky just shook his head a little along with a few of the other agents. “Let’s let Miss L/n rest, she needs it, we can discuss plans outside.” Ducky spoke as everyone started to file out besides Gibbs.

“I told you that you shouldn’t of met up with your brother,” He grumbled, now holding a hand of yours in his own.

“And you were right, I might not recall everything but I do know that was a stupid idea. Still, that’s the firs thing you say to me after everyone thought I’d be dead?”

“I love you, Y/n.I couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if you didn’t make it, how I couldn’t help you in time, when you really needed me.”

“I would never blame you, and neither would anyone else, if I didn’t make it. Don’t think that, don’t put all that pressure onto yourself.”

“I’ll take first duty, of watching you.”

“Good,” You whispered, moving to the side in the bed to open up some room for him. Not many words were exchanged between the two of you for the rest of the night because all the important ones were already said. You didn’t need long conversations and constant reassurance to confirm the love and care that was in the relationship you had. “I love you too.”

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thebaileybugle · 2 years

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Choose 3/3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader, John Wick x reader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x reader

Warning(s): Use of pet names (princess, daddy (or ies), slut, sir doll), graphic (i think) smut, nipple play, oral (female and male receiving) implied oral (male receiving)

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With one look between the three, they decided John would be the one to scoop you up to take you to the bedroom. The last thing you saw before being whisked away was Aaron grabbing something from his go-bag and Jethro opening a closet near the kitchen.

“Don’t worry Princess, your daddies are gonna take care of you.” John said huskily as placed you onto the bed softly. Just then, Aaron and Jethro walked in. Aaron holding his handcuffs and some of his spare ties. Jethro held a vibrator that looked almost brand new. Because it was.

The thought of them planning this with such preciseness and effort made a shiver run down your spine and flow down to your already very aroused sex. The mixed smell of their cologne and the woodsy scent the house hosted clouded your senses. You were convinced they could smell you by the way each other their faces held a lust dripping grin. The hunger in their eyes had you squirm a bit in your place but John held you in place by your thighs. His black suit rippled as his arms flexed underneath the clothing.

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With an absolute feral look in his eyes, Aaron ripped your panties apart and discarded them onto the floor along with your other shredded clothing. Those being your favorite set of underwear you whimpered and leaned on your forearms, but before you could complain about his lack of respect for someone’s clothing, Aaron pinned you down to the bed with his large, veiny hands. “Don’t worry Angel, your daddies have extra clothes for you already.”

His whiskey brown eyes bore into your eyes with so much lustfull adoration you think you could cum just from that yet all you did was let out a weak whimper.

“Don’t hog, Aaron. We’ve all had our eyes on Y/N this entire time. It;s only fair that we share those sweet sounds that escape her perfect mouth.” Jethro complained. You hope that they won’t realize you’ve wanted this as long as they have. Every time you came to the club with your friends you would subtly wait for them to finally make that move that would change all of your lives forever. That move that would finally put you in the position you were in now. Laid spread out for them to absolutely ravish you one by one or at the same time.

With the ties in his hand, Aaron tied your limbs to each post of the bed. The last one saved to cover your eyes. Jethro plugged in a nicely sized vibrator into your drenched pussy, though it was turned on yet. As far as you could tell they were setting up what they planned to do to you. All you could do was lay on the neatly made bed and the three men surrounding the bed stripped down to nothing but their boxers.

“Let the games begin gentlemen.” You stated in a sultry tone. Oh if only you knew.

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“Oh, Jeth- fuck!” On his knees Jethro ate your pussy like it was his last meal and it made your toes curl until they hurt- though even the pain was pleasurable. That following John sucking and biting at your nipples, your orgasm was so close.

“There you go baby, scream all you need, let us hear those angelic moans of yours, we’ve been dying to hear for months.” John at your nipples. John ordered while parting from your breast just for a second before attaching his mouth there once more.

“Don’t think I told you to stop sucking my cock Angel, daddy doesn’t have to punish you for not listening right?” Aaron questioned through deep pants. Looking up at him through your barely open eyes, your breath hitched at the sight of him. Breathing hard, sweat adorning his solid, slightly hairy chest. His hair was already a mess and his face was flushed. Damn. He was sitting on his knees on the side of your head, thick, hard cock invading your space but of course welcomed.

John looked somewhat the same except his long soft black hair stuck to his face. My God. You were about to finish with the look of the three men in your site.

Shaking your head vigorously, you pushed your head forwark to take Aaron back into your mouth. He let out a delicious moan as you swirl your tongue around his tip agonizingly slow. Jethro gave a sharp nip at your clit eliciting a moan from you around Aaron’s manhood. Both of your orgasms came crashing like a wave.

Your body quivered as you rode out your orgasm on Jethro’s tongue, he let your hip rut against his mouth for the sole purpose of tasting you and keeping the taste of your cum on his tongue for as long as he could. Aaron let out a loud groan as you continued to suck on his length, draining him of his warm cum, and you swallowed every last drop while making eye contact with him.

“What do you say to Jethro, our beautiful little slut?” John questioned while smacking one of your tits with a loud clash. Trying to come down from your high, you couldn’t reply which displeasured John and Aaron.

“Such a little whore that you can’t think about anything but your own pleasure, huh?”

“N-no, sir.”

“No, I think so. So you’re going to make it up to me. Know how?”

You shook your head

“Use your words, slut!” Are yelled, slapping you- not too hard- on you cheek.

“No, I don’t know how sir.”

“Get off the bed and get on your knees.”

“Yes sir.”

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slutforsilverfoxes · 9 months

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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.”

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zvdvdlvr · 8 months

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affectionate cuddles

✰ - synopsis :: leroy jethro gibbs x gn reader with the prompt affectionate cuddles’

✰ - warnings :: fluff

✰ - k.j.’s diary says... sorry about the bad writing, im tryna get back in character or ehatever

although you both were not ones for physical affection, whenever one if you had a particularly bad day you both would eventually find yourself tangled up in each other on the couch.

so thats where you are now: cheek pressed onto the warm area of jethro’s NIU sweatshirt just above his heart while he rubbed his thumb back and forth over your back. jethro’s gaze bounced between the flickering flames and your limp body resting on his.

jethro hummed a little as he leaned back and closed his eyes. despite his own troubles, jethro knew you needed this quiet, tender moment. either way, you being in his his arms helped jethro more then you’d ever know.

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word-scribbless · 3 years

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Seen My Hoodie?

Gibbs x female reader

Summary: Gibbs can’t find his hoodie because Y/N is finding comfort in it.

Thank you so much to @hopscotchandlemon for reading this for a second opinion and giving me encouragement to post it!

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Y/N sat on her favorite chair. She was curled up with a blanket and a book she hadn’t even opened yet, because she couldn’t stop thinking about Jethro Gibbs. A man she had met many years ago on the first of many cases she worked together. Y/n was a forensic anthropologist who often helped NCIS or the FBI with cases.

Early this week they had just finished a case, but not before Y/N was captured by the killer at a crime scene. She had gone with Gibbs to help identify another body, which was a usual task for her. What they didn’t know this time was that the new scene was a trap. The suspect was the one that called it in by the time Gibbs realized what was going on it was too late. Y/N was used as leverage by the killer before Gibbs and the team got her to safety.

She shivered as she thought of the case and snuggled deeper into the sweatshirt she was wearing. Mind drifting back to it’s owner.

She was sitting on the edge of the ambulance after her brush with danger, Gibbs hadn’t left her side since he’d got her back from the suspect. Even when she was being checked by EMS and he was briefing Tony, he was still close enough to hold her hand if she needed. She shivered from the cold after the EMT checked her blood pressure and Gibbs quickly shed his sweatshirt he had donned when he was called away from his house that night. He gently slid it over her head and assisted her in sliding it on.

If she wasn’t already secretly in love with him, that would have sealed the deal.

The though made her pull her phone off the table next to her and dial the number of the only person who could ease her mind.

“Yeah Gibbs” she heard his gruff answer through the phone.

“Hey, you working on the boat?” She asked.

“Hey,” he said, voice getting softer when he realized it was her. “nah just got out of the shower why?”

“You answered all professional, like you didn’t know it was me.” She said with a small smile he could hear through the phone, causing him to smirk softly.

“I didn’t, looking for something to wear.” She heard him shuffling through his closet and tried not to picture him in just a towel.

“Mm, got a hot date?” She asked nervously. And heard him huff a laugh.

“Yeah with some bourbon and a hand sander.”

“Ooo sounds steamy” she laughed and her heart melted at his chuckle.

“How are you-“ he stopped his question short, huffing a “dammit.”

“Wow aggressive, I’m okay.” She laughed

“No, I can’t find- have you seen my hoodie?”

“Nooooo” she said guilty as she snuggled further into it. She had purposely “forgotten” it when she had gone to NCIS for her debrief the day before.

“You’re wearing it aren’t ya?” He asked with a smile.

“I mean I was just held hostage... doesn’t that give me a little leeway?” She asked and accidentally sniffed a bit, giving away her true state of overthinking and crying. Of course Gibbs didn’t miss it.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah I just-“

“don’t need to lie Y/N/N”

“Been better” she sniffed again.

“Hence the hoodie?”

“Yeah, needed some comfort.” She admitted

“I could do you one better.” He offered and she heard him going down the stairs, his keys jingling and his front door open.

“Gibbs you don’t need to come-“ she began, and even she knew she didn’t sound convincing.

“Save it I’m on my way.” He cut her off and she let a relieved sigh.

“Thank you”

“Mhm, see you soon” he said before hanging up.

By the time he let himself in with his ‘emergency’ key that was more often than not used for things that weren’t emergencies, Y/N had fallen asleep in her chair and was already having a nightmare. She had been having them whenever she closed her eyes since that night.

“Hey, hey, shhh” Gibbs soothed as he gently woke her up.

“Jethro!” She whispered and reached for him. She rarely called him that, but he didn’t have much time to think about it. Instead he scooped her up in his arms, shifting so he was in the chair and she was on his lap.

“Thank you! “ she whispered as she snuggled into his embrace.

“For the sweatshirt?” He smirked

“Noooo. For-“

“You never have to thank me for being here Y/N.” He ensured, kissing her head.

“You’re always taken care of me.” She sniffed and nuzzled into his shoulder.

“Mm we take care of each other.” He hummed.

She looked up and nodded at him.

“Jethro,” she said, surprising him with his first name again. He looked at her softly, urging her to continue. “If I try to kiss you right now are you gonna stop me?”

“I should” he sighed. Truthfully, he never wanted to stop her.

“Why?” She deflated

“You were just held hostage y/n/n.”

“So what’s made me want to kiss you for the past 3 years then?” She asked quietly, rubbing her thumb across cheek.

“Y/N-“

She leaned in and his hand went to cup her face.

“I’m not gonna regret it J.”

He knew he’d never stop her, and knew she’d never kiss him just to escape, she wasn’t like that.

“I trust you” she whispered.

He finally gave in to his years of love and want, capturing her lips with his.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed being so close to him, In every way.

When they pulled away they smiled to each other before Y/N laid her head on his chest. She smiled up and him as his arms tightened around her.

“This looks good on you” he said, tugging on his own red sweatshirt sleeve that she was wrapped in.

“Mmm I’m torn between trying to keep it, or giving it back because it looks good on you.”

He chuckled and kissed her head.

“You keep it, I have the black one that you like.”

It made her smile that he knew how much she loved him in his black USMC sweatshirt.

“So is that like giving me your varsity jacket? You asking me to go steady gunny?” She asked running her fingers through his hair.

“Maybe I am” he said kissing her.

“Good” she said laying her head back down and falling into the first peaceful sleep either had had in a while. Both happy to finally let themselves be together.

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