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lord-radish · 1 year

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I saw an ask recently abt Sonic Frontiers that was like "omg when is sonic coming out?!!?!?!" and the response was "when he's ready, be respectful"

and as many things have done over the past year and a half, it reminded me of my former best friend whose idea of trying to be supportive was to try and get me to discuss my sexuality, which I never did because I wasn't comfortable with outing myself.

like there was one time when he was like "yeah just like download Tinder or like grindr or whatever", there were other occasions where he just casually dropped that he didn't think I was straight, and he would get frustrated that I wasn't more open with him. And that ask really does sum it up - it wasn't respectful. He didn't respect my boundaries, and he wanted to force the issue because he felt entitled to know. He was upset that I wasn't sharing information with him despite him being my best friend.

I do genuinely think it was coming from a good place, like he wasn't trying to be malicious, but the fact that he kept pushing it when I didn't want to talk about it really bothered me. There was this attitude of like "friends tell each other everything, I don't like that you don't share things with me" - which is valid enough to a point. I did close myself off from him, starting years earlier and then more rapidly towards the end. He's entitled to feeling closed out.

But god, I have shit I want to keep to myself. There are deep, personal, private things that are mine to keep, and nobody is entitled to that. My sexuality is one of those things, and that's information that is absolutely, unabashedly okay for me to keep close to my chest. And to be prodded and questioned, to have people make comments about my sexuality to my face because they feel entitled to that conversation when I don't want it - that shit cuts. I HATE thinking about it.

Quick sidenote, if you're reading this David, you can go and fuck yourself a thousand times over. I'll never forgive you for eight years of shit like this that made me uncomfortable.

Anyway this post has been weighing heavily on my mind for a couple weeks now. And it all dropped from a comedy ask about Sonic the Hedgehog. Be respectful of other people's privacy, and if you speculate about that aspect of them, keep it to yourself and give them the space, privacy and time to deal with it and come to you IF they feel like it. Not WHEN, IF. If they don't tell you, it's none of your business. Be respectful.

#personal #(this is abt a real-life david. if you're an internet david who's never met me irl this isn't about you)#(sorry if dropping that part with the name freaked out any internet davids)#trauma cw #oh also. there was one time where I got an internship and he like. told everyone around me #before i got the chance to #again it wasn't him being Bad. his intentions were good. maybe me being upset is like a me thing in this scenario #but like. i would see other friends and people I knew and they'd be like 'congrsts on the internship!!' and it felt weird and bad #bc I didn't tell them about the internship. i didn't post on fb about it. they knew because my friend told everyone about it #and it was just unpleasant and disorienting. like damn I appreciate that you care and are being supportice #but i wanted to tell you.#god one more vent - when I stopped being friends with my former best friend people would like ask about him before they'd ask about me #like 'oh hey mallard. how's david'#fucking Verbatim. that shit was happening for months #I'm really glad he's not in my life any more. my life really did revolve around him for so long #and it got to the point that I didn't feel like a person #things like this - keeping my sexuality to myself - were little personal victories that gave me some degree of control #at a time where I had very little of it. they were flecks of myself that were mine and mine alone. and that drove me privately #even as I lost my identity in the real world #I'm so glad I never gave up that part if myself to please others. I'm glad I had a strong sense of boundaries that I didn't give up

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steves-on-a-plane · 5 years

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Know The Rules...

Words: 893 Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader Request: “Hi if you are taking requests could you write a Gibbs x reader where he discovers that his girlfriend is I'll with a disease and he becomes angry and worried because he can't fix it? I have Fibromyalgia and I've had a cruddy week.” - @intheendyouwillalwayskneel Author’s Note: I’m not happy with the ending, but sadly I couldn’t figure out the right way to end it. I started feeling guilt for making you wait so long, so hopefully it was worth the wait.

“Another boat?” You raised an eyebrow at the wooden skeletal frame currently taking up residency in Gibbs’ basement.

“Yup.” He replied without looking up from the section he was sanding.

“How many is that now?” You asked, walking down the final two steps.

“Overall or since I’ve known you?” He was now rubbing the boat where he’d been sanding. Feeling for smoothness.

“I brought you something.” You offered him a cold beer from the fridge upstairs. He looked up just in time to see the sweaty glass bottle slip from your fingers and crash to the ground. The bottle shattered and splashed beer everywhere, including Gibbs and his boat.

“Shit.” You mumbled, thinking he couldn’t hear you. “I’m so sorry, Jethro.” You apologized. “I mean, damn it, sorry, rule number six. I know. I know.” Never say you’re sorry. It’s a sign of weakness. You reminded yourself as you fought back tears.

“Hey, [Y/N], it’s alright.” He stopped picking up the glass shards momentarily to hold you in his arms. “It’s just a bottle of beer.” But even as the words escaped his lips he knew, nothing was ever just anything. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” He asked quietly.

“No.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Well, I can’t help you if you wont tell me what this is about.” He said, releasing you from his tight hold.

“There’s nothing to fix, Jethro.” You told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie. Even the doctors had told you they’d only be able to treat your symptoms. They would not be able to cure you. “It was just an accident.”

“An accident that had you falling to pieces only a second ago.” He reminded you skeptically.

“I’m fine Jethro, honestly. It’s getting late, I should go home.” You kissed him on the cheek before turning towards the stairs again. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

After you left, Gibbs couldn’t erase the entire event from his mind. The sound of the glass hitting the concrete floor. The horrified look on your face when you realized what had happened. How quickly you rushed to apologize. Apologizing wasn’t like you. Rambling wasn’t like you. The entire ordeal didn’t sit right with him. He was still thinking about it the next day when he arrived at work, so he decided to have a talk with Dr. Mallard.

“Ducky?” He called into the medical examiner’s office.

“Ah Jethro, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Ducky squinted up at Gibbs.

“Wanted to ask you a few questions.” He confessed. He continued on to explain what happened in the basement the night before.

“Did you consider the possibility that perhaps it was as [Y/N] said, merely an accident?” Ducky questioned.

“No.” Gibbs shook his head. “If it was just an accident, she wouldn’t have left the way she did. She said that there was nothing to fix, so I was wondering if there was something medical that could have caused it.”

“Well, Jethro simply being clumsy is not a medical condition.” Dr. Mallard shook his head. “Perhaps you could elaborate.”

“It’s not just dropping things.” Gibbs agreed. “I was up all night thinking about it. She’s been complaining that she’s tired recently. Not just weary, I mean exhausted. She’s been getting these paralyzing migraines. She’s had a lot of unexplained aches and pains. I never put it all together until today.”

“I know that you are familiar with the HIPAA law, so I wont bother explaining it to you.” Ducky frowned.

“You’ve known?” Gibbs demanded incredulously. “For how long?”

“You know I can’t tell you that.” Ducky was apologetic. “She reminded me of rule number four.”

“Should have never let DiNozzo teach her the rules.” Gibbs smirked. “Will you at least tell me how serious it is?”

“All I’ll say on the matter is that [Y/N] is going to need all the support and encouragement that you can offer her, Jethro.” Dr. Mallard replied. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have a few reports that I need to finish filing.”

“Of course, Duck.” Gibbs nodded.

It was lunch time. You stepped off the elevator and walked towards Jethro’s desk. As usual he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Ziva, Tony and Tim on the other hand were all seated at their desks. You could tell even from a distance that they weren’t discussing a case, but whatever they were talking about had their full attention.

“I don’t know Ziva, you’ve seen the way he looks at her.” Tony was saying as he leaned back in his chair. “I think it’s true love.”

“Since when do you believe in true love?” Tim scoffed.

“Since when are you such a downer, McGeek?” Tony huffed back.

“Afternoon.” You quietly interrupted them.

“Ah, [Y/N]. Wonderful to see you as always.” Ziva greeted you with a smile. Tim cleared his throat and turned his attention back to his computer. While Tony simply grinned from his chair.

“Likewise, Agent David.” You told her before nodding at the other two special agents. “DiNozzo, McGee.”

“[Y/N]? I didn’t know we had plans today.” You spun on your heals to see Jethro approaching from the stairs above.

“That’s because we didn’t.” You assured him. “But I thought I’d surprise you, maybe make up for last night.”

“Oh, there’s nothing to make up for.” Jethro kiss you on the forehead. “In fact, I think I’m the one who owes you an apology. Rule number three.”

“Never be unreachable.” You nodded. Jethro offered out his hand to you, which you took gladly. As you walked with him to the elevator you could hear Ziva whispering to others.

“Did Gibbs just break rule number five?” She asked.

“Nah, that’s ‘You don’t waste good’.” Tony corrected her. “What we just witnessed is a violation of rule number six.”

“Huh, I thought it would be rule number eight. Never take anything for granted.” Tim suggested.

“Is anyone ever going to tell me where these rules are written down?” You heard Ziva question before the elevator doors slide closed.

#NCIS #NCIS Fic #NCIS Fan Fic #NCIS Fan Fiction #Gibbs x Reader #Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Reader #Gibbs Fan Fiction #Gibbs Fan Fic #Reader Insert #requests

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forestwater87 · 5 years

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Odd question. If you were doing a wing fic (shorthand: everyone has some kind of wings on their back; up to you if they're always out or if they can be banished and summoned at will) for Camp Camp, what kind of wings would the cast have?

Oooh I love wing fics! Hmmm, let’s see . . .

David’s would be a little small for his age/size, and he’d probably be kind of embarrassed about that. He can still fly just fine with them -- which he’d say, defensively, if anyone pointed them out -- and they’re very fluffy, white, with little speckles of green flecked throughout.

Now I know most wing fics stick with feathered wings, but it did occur to me that some sort of insectlike wings -- all delicate-looking and iridescent like the surface of a bubble -- would also suit him very well. They’d be a bit more natural and forest-y, but would still have that element of embarrassment and shyness (he was probably called “fairy” a lot growing up, and it’d be a sore spot for him).

That being said, the idea of David having massive wings was suggested by @ciphernetics, and I must admit that the idea of him either wrapping them around people to protect or comfort them is super cute. Also in a protective moment he could like fwoosh, out they come to shield the campers and it’d be badass. It’s not my preferred hc for him, but there are some lovely ways to play with it.

Gwen’s would be . . . serviceable. Dull, easily overlooked, probably some shade of gray or that kind of dun mousy brown that looks greyish in the right light, bigger than David’s but neither unusually large or small, not especially fluffy but not kind of molted the way some sick people’s are . . . they’re just sort of there. (She was probably nicknamed Pigeon by a lot of people, both as an affectionate term and a derogatory one. And like pigeons’ wings, there are little patches of color among her wings that are hard to see unless you’re looking for them it’s a metaphor get it? aren’t I clever ohoho)

Campbell’s are humongous. The biggest wings ever. He is a mountain of a man, with massive pure-white wings. Some people are convinced he genetically modified them somehow, and they do have this uncanny radioactive glow in the dark but don’t worry about that, it’s perfectly natural and not at all suspicious!

The fun thing about this is that they can get increasingly bedraggled as Season 3 progresses, until they’re drooping and muddy.

Quartermaster has bat wings. I don’t give a fuck if literally every other character has angel wings, QM’s are bats and that’s just the way it has to be.

I like the idea of the campers having small wings that can fit under their clothes, because they haven’t really grown in yet. I imagine maybe Nurf might be an exception, since he seems to be either older or just bigger than the other campers, but for the most part those kiddos look just like their normal selves. That being said, a few ideas of what they might look like grown up:

Max -- black, maybe a little big for his age, like a crow or raven’s wings. When he gets annoyed they puff up and slip out of his hoodie, and it’s a pain to put them back in which annoys him even more and gets them more puffy and hard to stuff back . . . it’s a constant struggle. Pity the poor kid.

Neil -- I’m torn between going with his hair color and giving him some hawklike brown-and-white wings, which I think would look nice with his coloring, and just going hog-wild and giving him wings like a bluebird because of his eyes. I think the latter would be too showy and embarrass him, but there’s something kinda cute about that too. His wings would be like his dad: impossible to ignore and much louder and more obnoxious (in his POV) than they need to be.

Nikki -- big and flecked with golden-orange. Of all the characters I think hers would have the most modifications, because as a kid/young adult she wasn’t careful with them and got them all torn up -- maybe to the point where she can’t even fly with them. But she has Neil and he’s a smart cookie, so I like to think of her wings having a vaguely-steampunk element of mechanisms and patches keeping them together.

Harrison -- white or a very light gray, like a dove’s. He paints the tips gold when he’s older as part of his illusionist costume.

Nerris -- I’m just thinking pure eastern bluebird, orange at the base and then exploding into brilliant blue. I think she’d love how flashy they are.

Ered -- Somehow I want her to have dragon wings. I have no idea why, or how, but I think it’d be extremely cool, and Ered is nothing if not cool. Especially if they’re really rare, almost unheard of, and she’s put a lot of work into transforming herself from the tomboyish freak with the demon wings and gay dads into something to be envious of. Besides, it’s easier to do sick stunts without having to worry about your feathers getting caught on stuff.

Nurf -- All right, I wanna get emo for a moment and say that his wings have been hacked either partly or entirely off by the time he’s an adult. We know he’s been abused in canon, and I think that people like that would go for the easiest target to hurt you, and that target is probably the delicate feathered things sticking out of your back. Bonus points if they’re somehow kind of girly, which coincides with his more sensitive nature and how he initially wanted to do ballet as a kid (especially since I don’t think that was well-received by his family). So, like . . . what remains are very fluffy and sweet-looking, maybe pink or pale yellow and orange or something, but they’re either little stubs he covers up all the time or they’ve got big chunks missing out of them but who’s gonna point that out to the huge guy with a pissed-off expression?

Preston -- Rainbow, like the most extravagant bird of paradise. Does he paint them himself, or are they as natural as he claims?

Dolph -- Probably something very average and serviceable, in the brown/gray/white family, but they’re always speckled with paint because he’s not very careful with them and especially the long feathers at the bottom trail along the ground while he’s painting, or get stuck to his art if he turns around too suddenly.

Space Kid -- I’m thinking of a duck, for some reason. Partly because they’re aquatic and I just connect the ocean and space for some reason, partly because they’re very ordinary and that’s kind of how SK rolls, and partly because ducks can just flap for insane distances without getting tired (thank you Animorphs!). Space Kid is like that, I think -- very diligent, keeps his head down and gets things done, not very bright but he works so hard it makes up for a lot, and that’s why he’s going to be an astronaut someday. Mallards have those pretty green feathers, too, and I think those would look nice with Space Kid’s eyes.

Jasper -- Peacock. Obviously. He is the most garishly-dressed person in the show and his wings would match. Not that you’ll ever know, because he never gets to grow up and have real wings :(

So those are the mains! As for some of the less-important characters, I don’t really have too many interesting ideas, but a few throwaway ones:

The Flower Scouts all have pink wings, either feathers or bug/fairy ones. I think maybe Tabii has a chunk missing from one of hers, from a fight or something, and the other girls made a patch so no one can tell and she can fly properly. Erin’s might be just slightly different colors -- one with an orangey tint, one with a blue.

A fun thing about bug wings is they could buzz when the girls are angry. So Sasha’s are basically always going, poor thing.

The Woodscouts probably have their wings bound, clipped, and constantly ready for combat flying. I’m thinking, like, the military-haircut version of wings.

Daniel’s . . . I mean, I don’t care about Daniel because he’s trash, but I do love the idea that they’re not naturally white and he dyes them. It’s my favorite Daniel hc and I need it to appear in every AU.

So that about covers it!

EXCEPT

Then I was talking with Ciphernetics about wing AUs, and I mentioned that in some wing fics (namely the awesome one by setepenre-set, though there are probably others) the wings’ size are based on how loved someone is. Which led to the below cuteness. Warning: shameless Gwenvid and Makkiel ahead, along with me insisting that Cameron Campbell isn’t the worst person in the entire world because I’m love him

Ciphernetics: Max’s wings growing during camp!Max voice: who the FUCK is loving me I specifically requested the opposite of thisDavid: You can even fit them in your hoodie anymore awwwwMax, struggling to pull it on over his wings: the hell I can't

Forestwater:(what if they come in the color of the person who loves you's hair)(so at first it's just this line of red that he knows is fucking David, goddamnit and then all of a sudden start sprouting these mint green and brown ones and my ship takes off)

Ciphernetics: Max, disgusted, throwing an auburn feather at David: get LOSTMax, looking over his shoulder in the mirror at the brown ones gathering at the tips and the mint ones scattered chaotically throughout: huh

Forestwater:Oh no what about when Nikki and Neil's start getting flecked with black, small and easily tugged out like they're ashamed of being there

Ciphernetics: The small really curly little feathery down that like to hide under other feathers(Gwen's had auburn in her wings since almost the first summer but lately it's started to overpower the rest of the colours. Not completely, it's just... Noticeable how much of it is the same colour now.)(She knew David loved people quickly and easily, it's just suddenly a lot more)(or she just wasn't paying attention)

Forestwater:What on earth would David's reaction be to suddenly finding some of Gwen's?I like the idea of her feathers being two-toned

Ciphernetics: I'd love if he's had a very small, slowly growing patch since they met (just a handful more each summer) but some event happens and suddenly there's a lotOh absolutely two tonedHey how about some angst;David's been waiting his whole life for Campbell's hair colourToday at 9:32 AMHe'd never say it but Campbell makes so many throwaway jokes about David being the son he never wanted but it rings a little hollow when there's not when one little brown/grey feather

Forestwater:until the end of season 3 when there's like . . . twoLISTEN I NEED MY TRASH GRANDPA

So that’s just a little bit of extra silliness for added angst/romance/fluff.

Hope this answer isn’t too long, but I was having fun.

#campcamp #camp camp roosterteeth #cc david #cc gwen #cc campbell #cc max #cc nikki #cc neil #cc ered #cc nurf #i'm not doing all the campers i don't have the strength #those are the ones with the most 'backstory' anyway #gwenvid #makkiel #wings au #ask forest #libraryadia

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tivaholic4 · 4 years

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NCIS High School: Chapter Fifteen:

Tony pulled into his driveway and turned off the ignition to his car. He looked over at Ziva and saw her looking around the yard. You could see the lights from the backyard from the street, something his mother always loved to hang up when things like this went down at their house. Tony reluctantly let go of Ziva’s hand and got out of the car. He made her smile when he opened the door for Rivka. Her mother got out of the car and planted a kiss to Tony’s forehead, to which Tony smiled. From what she had heard from others, Tony was a total player. But from what she has seen since she’s met him, he’s been nothing but a gentleman. Something that made her melt inside, though she would never tell anybody.

Ziva got out of the car and collided with Tony’s chest. She looked up into his eyes. Gosh, those beautiful green eyes made her flutter.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to run into you.” Tony smiled. “You can run into me anytime, Sweetcheeks.” Ziva blushed and looked at her shoes as she noticed that her mother was watching them intently. He noticed her shyness with her mother there and grabbed her hand.

“Come on. The barbeque awaits.” Rivka and Ziva smiled as they followed him through the gate to his backyard. Their yard was beautiful. It was decorated with lights around the porch and the flowers that were placed around the yard made it look even more exquisite. Ziva saw Jenny and Gibbs on the porch next to the grill speaking with an older looking man. Tony brought them over to where they stood. Jenny and Gibbs looked over at them and smiled. Both of them noticed that they were holding hands and their eyes twinkled a bit at the sight. Jenny moved over to Ziva and wrapped her arms around her, something Ziva wasn’t entirely used to. Something about the hug just felt warm and motherly and she very much appreciated the effort to make her feel welcome. Jenny pulled back from their embrace and smiled at the look that was in Ziva’s eyes. Something she once saw in her own, something that she still sees.

“Hello, Ziva. Welcome to our home.” Ziva smiled at the brightness Jenny brought to the picnic. No that’s not right. Table, that’s it!

“Thank you, Jenny. I would like to introduce you all to my mother, Rivka.” Rivka was sort of standing in the back on her own as she felt misplaced from the scene. Jenny and Gibbs along with the older man looked and smiled at her. Gibbs was the one that walked over to her first. He held out his hand for her, a formal approach. Gibbs surprised everyone by speaking in perfect Hebrew.

“(Welcome, Rivka. It’s good to finally meet you. You have a wonderful daughter.)” Rivka smiled at his comment and that he spoke in her mother tongue. Ziva’s face became a tad bit more red and she laughed at Tony’s confused face along with everyone else listening in.

Rivka accepted the handshake and cupped his hand into both of hers.

“(I could say the same for your son.)” Gibbs let out a chuckle. Ziva broke into the conversation.

“(That he is Agent Gibbs.)” She looked up to meet Tony’s eyes as he had been looking at her the moment she opened her mouth. The look in her eyes shut him up, at least for now. Jenny made her way over to Rivka next to introduce herself and it was like they had known each other for years. The language had been switched back to English so now everyone could understand. Jenny and Rivka talked about themselves and their families for a couple of minutes before Jenny looked around at the others and brought Rivka over to the older looking fellow. He was wearing a wonderful blue bow tie and his rimmed glasses fit him well.

“Rivka, Ziva, this is a close friend of ours, Donald Mallard. We normally just call him Ducky.” Ducky reached out his hand to greet them both.

“It is very nice to meet both of you.” His accent was strong and luring. Ziva smiled. Tony had told her some about Ducky. How he was more of an Uncle or grandfather than a family friend. Ducky turned to look at her next.

“My dear, I have heard much about you. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face.” Ziva smiled.

“Likewise, Dr. Mallard.”

“Oh please, call me Ducky. Everyone does.” Ziva nodded.

“Okay...Ducky.” Ducky smiled at her and looked at Tony and her and smiled then walked back to Gibbs.

Tony felt a pat on his shoulder and looked behind him to see Jimmy standing with Tim and Abby behind him. There was tape of either side of his glasses and bruises on his face and arms. Tony looked at him and sighed. This shouldn’t have happened to him. He was a good kid, he was a bit weird and he was a genius, but still a good kid.

“Hey, Jimbo. How’s it going?” Jimmy smiled even though his body just looked painful.

“Better now. Tim told me what you three did. I wanted to come over and say thanks. As well as introduce myself.” He turned to Ziva.

“I’m Jimmy. Jimmy Palmer.” He lent out his hand just like Ducky had done and Ziva took it softly.

“Ziva David.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you from these guys.” He looked around at Tony, Tim, and Abby. She looked around at them as well.

“Good things I hope.” She winked at Tony. He grinned. Jimmy noticed the look and smiled at McGee and Abby. They were right there was definitely something between Tony and Ziva.

“All good. I also wanted to say thank you for what you did for me. It means a lot. Not many people would do that for the school screech.” He laughed and Ziva didn’t know if she should or not. Tony sensed her hesitation.

“Oh yeah, dude she knocked him off his feet. It was awesome.” The group laughed. From behind, Jenny and Gibbs were looking at the group of teenagers. They were laughing and joking around, something that they loved to hear in their home. Gibbs moved back over to the grill and opened the lid. The chicken was done and so were the burgers.

“Tony, Tim, come help me with this.” Tony and Tim ran over and took the food over to the outdoor table. Ziva moved to help but Abby grabbed her arm and pulled her over to sit around the firepit. The flame was beautiful in the night sky.

“I have never seen a flame look so beautiful.” Abby looked at her with confusion in her eyes. Ziva noticed it and decided that she could trust Abby.

“Many that I cared about died a fiery death.” Abby’s eyes became sad. Tears started welling up in her eyes and she launched herself at Ziva. She wrapped her arms around her.

“I am so sorry, Ziva. That’s awful. I couldn’t imagine having anything like that happen in my life.” Ziva shrugged.

“It does not matter now. I am in America now with you, Tim, Jimmy, Tony. This is the life that I have always wanted. I am away from the death, the sorrow. It is time for me to live.” Abby nodded.

“I’m glad you moved here Ziva. I think that this is going to be the best year of your life.”

Oh, how she would find that out.

#NCIS #Ziva David #Tony DiNozzo #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #Tim McGee #Abby Sciuto #Jenny Shepard #Donald Mallard #Jimmy Palmer #Eventually Breena Slater

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