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Ridiculously Adorable
Anthony DiNozzo x reader
warnings: language, minor injury, sass and banter, flirting.
Welp. here we are, it's the first time writing Tony as a pairing, so be kind lol. Hopefully we'll get some more requests for him because I'm slowly fixating and the content out there is practically non existent! criminal.
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A small light flashed into one of your eyes and then the other before you were asked to follow its movement with both your eyes for a moment or two, the face in front of you trained on yours before they made the assessment that you were okay. You let out a heavy huff, your shoulders drooping as your head tilted back, stretching out your neck before you stood up, only it was a second too soon and you instantly wavered, hand shooting out for the chair beside you.
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs’ called out from beside you, causing you to wince, “take this one home!”
“Boss, I’m fine!” You protested, squinting in his direction.
“Oh c’mon,” Tony called back, “why me?”
“Because you basically pistol whipped her!” Gibbs replied, smacking the back of his head.
“In fairness… I’m not used to the push back on that gun and I did not know she was right behind me.”
“Don’t care. Be glad you didn’t knock her out and that this was just a training exercise not out in the field.”
“The medic cleared me.” You gestured vaguely in the direction they’d disappeared in.
“I still don’t want you driving.” Gibbs shot you a sympathetic look and you let out a breath, “and take the rest of the weekend off.”
“Fine.” You admitted defeat, ripping off your vest and wandering to the sidelines to collect your things as Tony did the same. You were a little surprised he didn’t put up a fight when you started to walk towards your car instead of his, reluctantly tossing him the keys before heading toward the passenger door. “Try not to crash it.”
He muttered something unintelligible back to you as the two of you got into the car, throwing your gear into the backseat and getting settled. Tony had carpooled with you a small handful of times before, not needing much instruction on how to get to your place which you were thankful for, your head seemed to be hurting more now that you were whipping through the city streets. You closed your eyes for a moment in an attempt to block out all the blurry shapes you were speeding by, hoping that would make it better.
“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, his voice quiet enough you barely registered it over the whir of the engine.
“Yeah.” You cracked open your eyes, looking over to him, “just a headache. Besides,” your lips twitched up into a smirk, “it’s not like you hit hard, we all know you’ve got a major weak left hook.”
“Oh come on!” He protested and you winced at the volume, shrinking toward the car door and he instantly frowned, “sorry.”
“S’okay. I know how loud you are, why do you think I wanted to wait for McGee?”
“Now you’re just being mean.” He taunted, “why must you hate me so?”
“Bold coming from the man who pistol whipped me today.”
“I said I was sorry.” He insisted, a dejected expression on his face but at least this time you laughed, your elbow finding home on the windowsill as your eyes fluttered shut again.
“Just drive Tony.”
“Yes ma’am.”
His lips flicked up into a grin as he turned his gaze back to the road, appreciating the silence of the drive after an extra long and overloaded day at work. He honestly did feel pretty terrible about how the hit went down, it had been completely on him and he was just thankful you were okay, not to mention now he could tease you about your hard head once you were healed. Throughout the drive he found his eyes flicking over to you, making sure you were still conscious, catching you staring out the window every so often, shifting in your seat to stay comfortable.
“Do you have a remote?” He asked, suddenly breaking you from your drowsiness.
“Huh?”
“For the garage.” He gestured and when you glanced up you realized you were already home.
“Oh.” Reaching into the backseat you dug around for your bag, finally finding your keys, pulling them and the attached FOB out to pass to Tony. You guided him to your parking stall, mentioning that you’d call an Uber for him to get back to work and his car.
“Ohoho,” he chuckled, “you’re not free from me yet, Gibbs would probably have me hunted down if I didn’t make sure you were upstairs alright.”
It was your turn to chuckle softly, “you’re not wrong.” Grabbing your bag from the back seat you stepped out of the car, swinging the door shut behind you, “come on...”
Anthony let out a small laugh, cautiously following you to the elevator a little closer than he normally would, ready to make sure you were steady on your feet now after the twenty minute drive. Once inside your apartment you kicked off your shoes, dumping your coat and bag on the kitchen island with a groan, rubbing at your temples before your hands ran over your face.
“There’s a few beers in the fridge.” You murmured.
“Really don’t think you should be drinking.” He replied and you laughed quietly.
“For you, not me. I need a shower, and you need something to distract yourself from the fact that I’m naked in the next room.” You teased with a smirk, pulling an offended scoff from Tony.
“You know I’m not all boobs and butts right?”
“Oh I know.” You laughed, stepping forward to pinch his cheek, “you like to have this whole playa game going on but you’re really a big ass softie. Otherwise you would’ve left me in the parking lot at work.” You flicked the tip of his nose as he let out a playful laugh, watching you disappear deeper into the house, the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut behind you.
Tony glanced through your apartment, it was always tidier than his, more organized but he could tell that you’d been pretty distracted, more focussed on work recently than keeping up around the house. Feeling bad considering he was likely the reason you needed an extra break over the next couple of days he let out a breath, snagging one of the aforementioned beers from the fridge before he started on his task.
He collected the couple of coffee mugs and single wine glass from the coffee table, sniffing at the take out container before deciding to toss it in the trash. The blankets on the couch got folded, left neatly laid over the back of it before he piled up the notebooks and books on the table into a nice little pile. He was about to take out the trash when he realized he should probably go through the fridge first, adding in anything else that needed to be taken out, stuffing it into the bag and propping the door open so he could dart down the hall.
When he was back he started on the dishes, attempting to find the appropriate places for the dishes you’d already cleaned before turning on the tap and starting on the dirty ones.
You weren’t sure if it was the heat of the water or the jolt to the head that was fogging up your brain but you knew it was finally time to get out of the shower when the water was running cold. You did your best not to grumble as you stepped out of the tub, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel to dry off with before padding through the bedroom to find your comfiest pyjamas.
You were about to drop into bed when you realized not only was the water cup on your nightstand empty but your stomach was growling. Picking up the cup you wandered out to the other side of your apartment, your brow furrowing at the sight of Tony in your kitchen.
“You’re still here?” You asked, your voice a little groggy as Tony turned around to face you.
“I figured you should eat.” He shrugged.
“You cooked?”
“It’s packaged ramen, don’t get your hopes too high.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, moving to the sink to fill up your cup.
“Probably better than nothing.” You bumped his shoulder with your own, “thanks.”
“I fucked up today.” He let out a soft sigh, reaching into the cupboards to find a bowl, “it’s the least I can do. Besides, you shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“I’m fine Tony.”
“You could be concussed.” He reminded you, handing you a bowl, “so eat this, drink some water and you let me know the second you feel nauseous or have some kinda migraine. I’ll the take the couch, catch up on tonight’s game” he gestured toward it, “it’ll be chill.”
“Alright.” You let out a small laugh, shooting him a smile as you scooped up your bowl of ramen to settle at the kitchen island.
He ate with you, keeping things quiet, every so often a comment or joke would come from one of the two of you until bowls and cups were empty and the exhaustion began to seep in. Yawning you rubbed at your eyes, letting out a little shiver before Tony was triple checking any symptoms and how you were feeling. After he was sure you were okay, he sent you off down the hallway to climb into bed. You waved in the general direction of the fridge, saying something about how he was more than welcome to finish off the beers, you hadn’t liked that variety anyways and then you were behind closed doors with the lights off.
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Sunlight was streaming through your curtains and you were cursing yourself for not closing them properly the night prior. Having not set an alarm you were entirely unsure what time it was, thankful that Gibbs had given you the day off and there was no reason to stress about potentially being late. Rolling onto your back you stretched your body out, assessing the pain behind your eyes before you even thought about opening them, hand raised to your face you delicately pressed against your temple, cringing at the tenderness when you did so, knowing there must be a bruise but otherwise things felt fine.
Upon sitting up and checking your phone you noticed it was nearing eleven thirty, still early enough to be called morning but late enough to be considered a sleep in. As you pushed the blankets back you shivered in the cool morning air, digging a hoodie out from your closet to tug on before you wandered into the outer apartment.
The first thing that made your brow furrow was the smell of fresh coffee, the second was something sizzling on the stove and the third was the sight of DiNozzo standing in your kitchen.
“Tony?” You asked, your voice groggy with sleep and he turned around, flicking the burner to low.
“Hey…” he greeted with a warm smile, stepping toward you as you moved through the room, instantly frowning at the bruise on your temple.
“I thought you went home after I went to bed.”
“I told you I was gonna stay, didn’t I?” His thumb and forefinger tenderly cupped your chin, turning your face to get a better look at the bruise as he winced.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Your gaze redirected to the living room, noticing the blankets tossed across the couch.
“It was nothing.” His gaze was still examining your temple, eyes tracing the lines to make sure he hadn’t accidentally broken the skin anywhere.
“I mean you could’ve at least joined me in bed, that couch is shit for sleeping on.”
Considering he still had your head tilted away from him you missed the way his shoulders tensed, how his cheeks began to flush at your words. He let out a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing across your cheek before he dropped his hand and ducked his gaze, turning back to the stove.
“It was doable for one night.”
“Why are you getting all flustered?” You prodded at his ribs with your fingers, causing him to swat you away, “we’ve shared hotel rooms before, why do you think we couldn’t platonically share a bed, it’s not like I have cooties.”
“Okay no—”
Your head tilted as you finally saw the counter, cutting him off before you meant to, “I had avocado?”
“You didn’t.” He let out a tiny huff, his lips curving into a soft smile, “I figured you were gonna be out for a few days and you fridge was pretty empty. So I put in a small grocery order and you’re always bragging about those avocado egg bagel sandwiches,” he sheepishly shrugged, “I was just gonna put it away and take off but I got hungry waiting for it to get here.”
“Tony…” you pinched at his elbow softly, looking up at him with a warm smile your face, your hand lingering on his arm, “you’re being ridiculously adorable right now, you know that?” You watched as he let out a breath of a laugh, his cheeks turning pink as you felt warmth spread through your chest when he caught your gaze. His finger curled under your chin, thumb stroking across your skin gently,
“Maybe that’s cause I think you’re ridiculously adorable.”
“Oh and he’s a smooth talker.” You teased with a smirk and he rolled his eyes, closing the gap between you as your arms loosely wound around his waist, “good thing he’s a cute one.” Your lips brushed his skin before finally settling on his lips, softly kissing him and he kissed you back, grin on his cheeks as you stepped back. His hand cupped your cheek before he instantly got distracted by the bruise again.
“God, how bad does it hurt?”
“It’s kinda throbbing, but hey, could be worse, you could have got me in the eye, I could be blind.”
“Awee,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “but then you could’ve gotten a really cute emotional support puppy.”
You practically snorted out a laugh, turning to boop him on the nose, “I think I like this really cute puppy better.”
“You did not just call me a puppy.”
“You like to think you’re a rottweiler when you’re actually just a golden retriever Tony, don’t lie to yourself.” You popped up on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek, “and thank you.” You gazed up at him with such warmth in your eyes it made his chest flood with happiness, “for all of this.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Smiling, his hand cupped your cheek again, just brave enough to duck down and steal another kiss that you giggled into. “So does this mean I don’t have to bum it on the couch next time?”
“For cuddles only.” You teased, “you’ve gotta buy a girl dinner first.”
He let out an exaggerated groan, “and homemade breakfast counts for nothing?” You laughed, pulling down a couple of mugs for coffee.
“It counts as the official end all apology for this.” You pointed to the bruise on your head.
“I’ll take what I can get.”
Tony tugged you back to him, unable to resist snagging another kiss, never wanting the softness and warmth of this morning to go. While it may not have come to be in a way that either of you expected, there was no doubt that you were both incredibly happy about it. And that was apparent as he tucked you under his arm on the couch, satisfied groans over delicious food and hot coffee as you chose something to watch together, smiles on your cheeks as laughter drifted through the air and you got cozy with the new dynamic you never wanted to let go of.
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(Tw, eating disorders)
hiyaa, could you do a fic with NCIS (the whole team or just a few characters) and reader who had been struggling with an ed?? i will leave the details to you xx
⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️
This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.
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You sat alone in the darkened kitchen of your apartment. The plate in front of you was empty, the remains of a meager salad that you had tossed around several times. Your gaze was blank as you stared at the plate, as if searching for answers that might be hiding in the dried lettuce leaves.
The last few weeks have been a challenge for you. The relentless cases and high stress levels at NCIS had taken their toll on you. The originally secret battle against the numbers on the scales had long since become an open war that you were waging against yourself.
Your colleagues started to notice your changes. Special Agent Ellie Bishop, your best friend, was one of the first to notice a certain distance in your eyes while you were working on a case. Gibbs, who could read his team's moods like no other, had also picked up on the subtle clues- the tired eyes, the emaciated appearance, and the color that had drained from your face.
After a discussion about the latest case and your lack of sympathy, Ellie and he exchanged worried glances before silently agreeing that it was time to talk to you. Together they decided to bring in Jack Sloane, the team's experienced psychologist and agent.
Just a few hours later, after gathering informally, Gibbs, Ellie, and Jack found themselves in her office. The tension in the air was palpable as they patiently waited for you to walk in the door unsuspectingly. “Sit down, Y/n.” The older man spoke calmly, pointing to the couch opposite.
You hesitated with a questioning and slightly confused look before sitting down. The gazes of your colleagues literally pierced you and made you nervous.
"We're worried about you, sweetheart," Ellie began gently, her arms wrapped around her body as her lower back dug into the blonde's desk. "You seem so different lately and we want to understand what's going on."
Jack eventually continued, bringing out her expertise, enhancing the expression of her words by readjusting her glasses. "There's no reason to walk alone in the dark."
It was hard to miss the tension on your face as you tried to control her emotions. Gibbs looked at you seriously, a hint of concern and sensitivity shining in his eyes. "Y/n, we are your team. If you have problems, you don't have to fight it alone. Talk to us."
"It's nothing. I'm fine." You spoke after listening to your colleagues' words, literally feeling the pressure inside you as a lump formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before standing up and abruptly leaving the room without saying another word. The look on your face told the three of them a mix of anger and shame as they realized there was a deeper reason for your change.
The door closed behind you with a muffled bang and Gibbs sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the closed door. "Damn," he muttered. "She won't let anyone talk to her."
Ellie cast a worried glance in the direction you had just been sitting and furrowed her brow in frustration. "We can't just let her go through this alone. She needs help."
Jack Sloane nodded in agreement, her emotions contained as she considered what to do next with you. "I agree, but she also has to be willing to accept help. We can't force her."
In the next few days the atmosphere in the team remained tense. You tried to appear as normal as possible, but the tension between you, Ellie, and Gibbs was palpable. The usual jokes with Dinozzo, the shared breaks with Ellie and the feeling of togetherness with Gibbs seemed to have faded into the background.
Until the senior agent's team received an urgent mission that required your full attention and teamwork. A suspicious package with a bomb inside appeared in a public building. When you arrived on site, the situation quickly became aggravated by memories of 9/11. The building was evacuated and the team took control of the entire situation.
This effort that brought you back onto the field was actually intended to provide distraction and focus for you. However, the tensions in the team were obvious. You avoided all eye contact with your colleagues, the images of the failed conversation echoing in your head, and the pressure you were trying to hide weighed heavily on you.
While you were concentrating on your tasks, you suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Your heart was pounding fast, the world around you was spinning, and your legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. Your vision blurred. Instinctively you reached for the closest thing possible to hold on to, which at that exact moment was Ellie, but your knees gave way and you sank to the ground next to her. The colors blurred before your eyes and you lost consciousness.
Ellie noticed the suddenly tight grip on her forearm. Gibbs, who was standing right behind you, reacted quickly and caught you before your head hit the paving stone. “Y/n!” He called as he gently laid you on the ground and Ellie called emergency services while Dinozzo and McGee continued to focus on the case. You were pale and breathing shallowly, the older agent trying to wake you up while Ellie looked for signs of acute medical distress and checked your pulse, all while talking to the emergency dispatcher.
Gibbs watched worriedly as you slowly came to. When your eyes opened, they showed a mix of embarrassment and weakness. "What happened?" You mumbled, still dazed.
"We'll sort that out later," he replied calmly, brushing some stray strands of hair that had gotten lost in it out of your face. "Right now we need to make sure you get medical attention."
Even as the paramedics arrived and took care of you, the two exchanged a meaningful look. The events of the last few minutes had exposed a reality that they could no longer ignore and it became clear to everyone that this was not just about the case and the hot summer days that drove everyone into a corner - this was about the well-being of an agent who not only fought against external threats in everyday life, but also against her own demons.
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In the hospital room, surrounded by dim lights and the hum of medical equipment, you sat up straight in bed. Gibbs and Ellie had alerted Jack to come to the hospital, where all three of them gathered around you, each of them with a serious but caring look.
"Y/n, it's time we talk about this," Jack began in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand tentatively running over your still-shaky forearm, skillfully ignoring the intravenous access for medication. "We really care about you. This fainting is a symptom of something bigger. You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."
You looked down, fingers folding nervously in your lap. The walls you had so stubbornly built seemed to be crumbling. Gibbs took a step closer to you. His eyes met yours, intense and fatherly at the same time. "You're part of my team, y/n. If you're having trouble, I'm here for you."
Ellie also wanted to join in the conversation, adding something that completely grounded your walls. "We are not only colleagues, but also friends and family. You can trust us. We will help you." You took a deep breath and nodded, a lone, slow tear rolling down your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to talk about it. It feels like I'm losing control."
Gibbs placed a protective hand on your shoulder, letting you know that it was okay to let them in and accept their help. "Sometimes it's okay to let go of control. You are not alone and together we will help you get back on your feet."
"I fell into something that I didn't think I would ever fall into again. An eating disorder that I actually left behind a long time ago," you began to say, many more tears following. Ellie had immediately moved to your side, wrapping you in a big hug to help you tell them everything they needed to know.
The following weeks were characterized by intensive discussions with Jack, supported by professional help from another psychologist outside of working hours. The entire team was there to support you every step of the way, enveloping you in care as they ate with you and brought you small snacks.
Gibbs, who was otherwise known for his strictness, became a protective father figure who lost his strictness on you when it wasn't work related. He constantly reminded you that there was no shame in showing weakness and that you didn't have to fight alone if you suffered a setback for the day.
The team became a supportive unit that not only solved crimes but also looked after each other. Through your courage to defy and confront your own demons, the connection between you all became significantly stronger. Everyone in the family had learned that true strength often came from accepting help and going through the darkness together, rather than isolating yourself and taking the rocky road alone.
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gibbs x reader where gibbs headslaps reader but reader headslaps him back and the whole team is in shock but gibbs just kisses reader
It was one of those days where you were just in a good mood. The team had just got back from a scene. Yall were standing in front of the screen sharing ideas.
“What do we got?” Gibbs said flying in.
“Well a dead guy and no ideas” you said. The teams looked shocked and held back laughter. Gibbs smacked you in the back of the head, gently but still enough for them to be shocked. You turned around with a sneaky look and did it back. The team gave you a look of fear. They were expecting something big but not what actually happened.
Gibbs walked over and grabbed you by the waist and kissed you. When the kiss broke, Gibbs walked away smiling. The entire team looked at you speechless.
“Get me some information!” He said, “oh and Dinozzo close your mouth”
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The Big Talk: Jimmy Palmer X Reader
This was started for the summer bingo and I just now found the time to actually finish it. This was supposed to fulfill the cop, lost, and car squares. Some slightly smutty moments towards the end so Minors DNI please.
A wrong turn and a flat tire during a bad snowstorm forces Jimmy and Y/N to have a talk they've both been avoiding.
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Jimmy couldn’t stop the low groan from escaping his lips, doing his best to peer through the wet smeared windshield, silently cursing his poor choice in buying a lower quality windshield wiper fluid. It seemed the fluid was aiding in doing more smearing than wiping.
He really hadn’t been prepared for the weather to turn so quickly and so drastically.
The snowy weather was making an already awful day ten times worse.
He took a quick glance beside him at the woman sitting on the passenger’s seat, the words spilling from his lips before he could stop himself. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I’m such an idiot.”
She shook her head knowing this was the third time he’d uttered those words in the past hour. “You aren’t an idiot, Jimmy, it's fine. It happens to the best of us.”
Jimmy let out a heavy sigh shaking his head as he replied. “I just can’t believe I not only missed our turn but I’ve managed to drive so far before I even realized it. We’re who even knows how many miles away from where we need to be and I can’t see a thing out of this windshield. I’m the one who offered to carpool and I managed to get us so lost. I don’t even see a turn off to get back to where we need to be. I can’t believe this is a one way road. I don’t even see an exit sign to any towns. All I’ve seen for miles is woods.”
“It’s okay, it’s really no big deal.” she responded, reaching out and giving his arm a gentle pat.
Jimmy let out another sigh, unable to let it go. “It’s all because of this stupid weather. It’s interfering with the cell towers. I mean, my sense of direction isn’t great to begin with…but the weather is making the GPS go down and I think the snow is getting worse. I can’t believe I got us turned around so easily and we’ve been lost for hours without me even realizing it.”
He paused another sigh escaping his lips. “I wish we would have just been able to get some motel rooms for the night. No one should be driving in this. Look at the road. It’s practically a blizzard out here. We are literally the only ones out driving in this mess.”
She let out a soft laugh giving his arm another pat. “Bold of you to assume NCIS would reimburse us for a motel.”
The comment did manage to put a slight smile on Jimmy’s lips, the corners of his lips upturning despite the guilt and embarrassment still swirling in his gut.
He managed to speak a small cynical laugh leaving him. “True, I don’t think we’re high enough on the NCIS foodchain to get any sort of travel budget..even if the defense insisted that Meyer couldn’t get a fair trial in DC or Norfolk even.”
He paused a small frustrated sigh leaving him. “It wouldn’t be so bad if we actually got anything done today. I can’t believe we sat in that courthouse all afternoon just to be told that the trial was going to be pushed back.”
She nodded her head, a soft sigh leaving her. “Who would have thought that every JAG lawyer meant to represent our side today would have eaten a bad batch of shellfish.”
Jimmy shook his head rolling his eyes ever so slightly. “I still can’t believe the defense insisted that the trial needed to take place all the way out here in the sticks. I know Meyer has the right to a fair trial, but this is ridiculous. We drove all this way in the middle of a winter storm, and now we’re going to have to drive all the way out here again in two weeks.”
She nodded her head taking a sip from the 20 oz bottle of soda she’d grabbed with the measly dinner they’d managed to grab after they’d left the courthouse. She spoke as she placed the bottle back in the cupholder. “I know, it makes it ten times more frustrating that it is for someone like Meyer.”
She paused thinking of the petty officer that had been taken in the year before. The guy was pure scum, but even scum got a day in court.
She adjusted her seatbelt giving Jimmy a small smile. “For what it’s worth, I can think of a lot worse people to have to carpool out to the sticks in the middle of a snowstorm with. At least we have the drive together.”
Jimmy couldn’t deny the way his heart lifted at the comment. How could one little comment from her make his heart swoon?
He often felt his heart swoon when it came to Y/N Y/L/N.
It had been that way since she’d been hired.
They’d all been in shock when Abby had admitted she wanted to hire an assistant, but there were going to be some terms and conditions of course. She had a bad go with her last assistant. So, if she was going to finally admit she could use a little help she was going to be the one doing the interview process. An assistant would only be hired on Abby’s terms.
Y/N had been the lucky hire.
Jimmy was partially sure it was love at first sight for him, if such a thing existed that is.
That feeling of adoration had only grown since the moment he first set his sight on Y/N.
How could he not adore her? She was perfect. If such a thing as perfection existed then Jimmy was sure she was it.
How could he not think of her as the epitome of perfection? She was equally smart, sweet, funny, and pretty. It was a combination that Jimmy Palmer was helpless to resist.
From their very first introduction in Abby’s lab, Jimmy Palmer knew that he was absolutely screwed.
He’d been down this path before, hopelessly crushing on the pretty girl who saw him as nothing more than a nervous morbid geek. He’d been down this exact road a time or two.
He could remember way back when he’d first realized that pretty girls existed. He’d been a late bloomer of sorts, so shy and awkward for so much of his youth. He’d been pretty late in middle school just about to enter high school when he’d finally begun to notice girls.
Melanie Jacobs…that had been his very first crush's name. He could still remember exactly what she looked like; big blue eyes and stunning strawberry blonde hair, braces with purple bands on her pearly white teeth, and she smelled like a combination of strawberry scented Teen Spirit deodorant and Bath and Bodyworks Sweetpea body spray.
He’d been hopelessly enamored with Melanie Jacobs, but she’d not even noticed he existed. That was until she’d become his lab partner in a middle school Biology class…then she’d noticed him. She’d noticed him for all the wrong reasons.
Jimmy Palmer had recently learned about medical examiners and he’d been a bit too enthusiastic to share this newfound knowledge with Melanie during a dissection of a frog.
Needless to say Melanie Jacobs was less than impressed with Jimmy’s newfound wealth of knowledge.
It had set a horrible pattern for Jimmy Palmer’s interactions with the opposite sex. He shoved his foot in his mouth the second he was faced with any interaction with a pretty girl. He already tended to shove his foot in his mouth in most of his interactions, but the second he was face to face with an attractive girl he became even more hopeless. He turned into a stuttering awkward pathetic klutz who couldn’t shut up. It was a deadly combo. He was an awkward extravert.
As the years had gone by he’d managed to have a couple of girlfriends by some miracle.
Jimmy wasn’t totally an absolute loser destined to be alone, but usually when he somehow managed to land a girlfriend it didn’t take him too long to find some way to wreck things. Either his girlfriends grew sick of his clingy tendencies, or his awkward tendencies, or his workaholic tendencies, or his morbid interests. There was something about him that always managed to scare girls away.
This was a particularly worrisome trend given what he’d finally worked up the courage to do a few months back.
He could admit that from the moment Y/N had begun to work at NCIS he’d made it his mission to learn as much about her as possible. He knew that this mission sounded somewhat creepy when he said it outloud.
He wasn’t stalking her…he just paid a lot of attention to her at work and during nights out with the team…he paid attention to what she liked.
He’d learned a little about her from casual interactions and overheard conversations. She didn’t care for capers or eggplant. She didn’t get the point of drinking espresso. It was just overpriced over-caffeinated tiny coffee shots she insisted. She liked Indian food and always went with the same order but it had to be extra spicy. She preferred fruit flavored candy over chocolate and had a weak spot for Peach Rings. Her favorite color was forest green. She didn’t care for the color turquoise. Her favorite earrings were a small pair of real pearl studs that had been her paternal grandmother’s. She liked wearing dresses more than pants any day of the week. She was tied between loving Halloween and Christmas. She liked horror movies, carving pumpkins, and haunted houses as much as she liked decorating Christmas trees, holiday parties, and making gingerbread houses. She had a couple of sisters and a fairly large extended family, but she didn’t particularly like visiting her hometown as she felt it was far too tiny. She preferred dogs over cats. She liked getting her nails done though she tended to keep them pretty short given she claimed it made wearing gloves in the lab far easier. She wore an Elizabeth Arden perfume called Sunflowers.
The one piece of information that had helped Jimmy finally work up his nerve to make his move, had been her love of art.
A few months ago he’d made yet another excuse to wander down to the lab when he’d spotted the sketchbook that Y/N had shyly been showing Abby.
The sight of the sketchbook and the realization that it belonged to Y/N had been the one thing that had finally pushed Jimmy to man up and make the move both Dr. Mallard and just about everyone else on the NCIS team had been pushing him to make for so many months now.
He’d felt the words leave his lips before he’d had the nerve to talk himself out of it. “There’s a new art deco exhibit at the Smithsonian Art Museum…uh..there..there’s other art there too, but the art deco exhibit is brand new.”
He’d resisted the urge to slam his palm against his face as Y/N had looked up from her sketchbook, her eyes meeting his, clearly waiting for him to continue.
He knew he was in too deep now to shut up without making things far more awkward. So he’d decided to grow a pair and go for it. “Do you have plans for Saturday? I wanted to go see the exhibit…If you want to go…we could get dinner too, as in a date.”
There’d been an awkward moment of silence, Abby causally excusing herself a knowing smirk on her lips.
Jimmy had felt his heart sink at the silence fearing he’d screwed everything up. He spoke his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink “That was probably inappropriate…I mean, we’re at work and didn’t we just attend a department wide sexual hasrassment seminar?…that was probably…That was probably a total Tony move…uh can we just pretend that didn’t just happen and accept that I’m a total dork?”
“I don’t think that this constitutes harassment, Jimmy…It wasn’t horribly inappropriate…I mean you aren’t anything like Tony as far as your approach…As far as you being a total dork, I think that’s part of your charm…I don’t have plans on Saturday. I’d like to go on a date with you.” Y/N had finally spoken, pushing all the insecurities he’d had to the side.
The insecurities hadn’t managed to stay away for long.
They’d gone out on several dates thus far over the past couple of months. They’d even shared a few soft chaste kisses on these past few dates, but the insecurities had remained ever present in Jimmy’s head.
He hated to admit that he was so lost when it came to Y/N. He’d never been the best at navigating his way through the complex inner workings of a romantic relationship.
He liked to think that he was emotionally intelligent. He just had the bad luck of being a bit of an emotional mess who was incapable of not saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. He was never sure what to say or do when it came to actually having a romantic relationship especially with someone who he felt was so out of his league.
The big what are we talk was constantly hanging over his head.
They hadn’t exactly established what this was between them. It had been about two months thus far and they’d gone out on so many dates, but they’d not discussed anything about what these dates meant to them.
His insecurities told him that Y/N didn’t see these dates as being as serious as he hoped.
How could she see this as being anything serious? A voice in the back of Jimmy’s head taunted him with these doubts. She could probably do so much better than him. She could so find someone who was far less nervous and far less of a human disaster. He knew they were a mismatched pair. She was pretty and cool and he was such a giant geek and somewhat awkward looking as far as he was concerned.
His insecurities screamed that Y/N couldn’t possibly see these dates they’d been having as anything remotely worthy of being an actual romantic relationship. A voice told Jimmy that Y/N saw everything between them as being totally casual. She probably didn’t see it as anything more than them having a little fun.
Afterall, hadn’t that been the case with Jimmy’s involvement with Michelle Lee the year before?
Michelle had seen everything between them as just a bit of fun, a way to blow off some steam.
Then again everything with Agent Michelle Lee had been solely sexual.
Things with Y/N were a bit more PG-rated. They’d done no more than share a few goodnight kisses at her doorstep.
Jimmy wanted to ask what was happening between Y/N and him. He wanted to man up and have the big relationship talk.
His insecurities kept a firm grip on his tongue though.
He feared to broach the subject because he feared that he wouldn’t like the response he got.
Then again, didn’t Y/N initiate all those goodnight kisses? He didn’t think Y/N was the kind of girl that just kissed a guy without it meaning something.
He didn’t think she was seeing anyone else. Jimmy certainly wasn’t seeing anyone else.
Didn’t all of that point towards this being something serious between them?
Still even with those little clues that this might be something more than casual, his insecurities kept him silent.
To be honest lately he was finding the silence unbearable.
Not knowing for certain what this was between them was driving him insane.
He hated not knowing but he was terrified of knowing. He wanted to be her boyfriend so badly but he was terrified that she didn’t want him.
His head was a mess and he had no idea how to even approach the subject and put an end to the torment.
Jimmy frowned, his stomach dropping at an all too clear thumping noise just outside the car, the car jerking ever so slightly. He was unable to ignore the slight pull to the steering wheel, he tightening his grip on it as the car began to swerve to the left side of the road. The icy road made it a bit more difficult to straighten his path.
Y/N couldn’t stop the slight gasp from leaving her lips as the car jerked roughly Jimmy doing all he could not to fishtail his Acura, the poor little car not managing well on the icy road and the apparent car trouble they were encountering.
Jimmy spoke under his breath, rarely used curse words slipping from his lips. “Shit, Damn it.”
He let out a sigh of relief as he managed to regain control of the car, slowly pulling over to the side of the road and putting the car into park. He flipped on the hazard lights, a soft groan leaving him. “This can’t be happening.”
He glanced over at Y/N, his stomach knotting up as he broke the bad news. “I think we have a flat.”
“Are you sure?” She blurted out adjusting her seatbelt, clearly still trying to calm her racing heart.
Jimmy swallowed a thick lump developing in the back of his throat a condescending voice sounding out in the back of his brain ‘great first he got them lost and he’d managed to get a flat. He was proving himself to be a wonderful driving companion.’
“Yeah I felt a thump back there and I can feel the steering wheel pulling. It’s gotta be a flat. We must have hit a nail or something…who even knows. This road looks like it’s seen better days even without the snow and ice.”
He adjusted his own seatbelt, another groan leaving his lips. “I don’t suppose you have cell service?”
Y/N reached down into the floorboard grasping onto her purse and digging through it for only a moment before she finally located her cell phone. She stared down at her phone, her stomach dropping a frustrated sigh leaving her. “Not even a hint of a bar.”
Jimmy reached down into his suit jacket pocket locating his own phone, a low whine leaving his lips as he glanced down at it. “Same here, no service.”
“So, I guess triple A is out of the question then?” Y/N only half joked trying not to say the quiet part out loud.
They were screwed.
She turned in her seat trying her best to peer through the rear window as Jimmy spoke his heart sinking down into his pelvis. “Nope, no chance of calling for help.”
She shook her head, her own heart sinking. “There’s not a car in sight…it’s getting really dark quickly. It must be the weather. The snow isn’t getting any lighter.”
Jimmy nodded his head, that guilt bubbling up in him all the more. She most likely would never carpool with him ever again. He’d made a real mess of things.
He took a deep breath knowing he had to step up and be the one to fix this. He unfastened his seatbelt turning in his seat to peer down into the back floorboard. “I have a camping lantern somewhere back here. Maybe if I have some light I can go out and at least look at the tire situation.”
He let out a small triumphant noise as he located the lantern grasping onto it as he turned back in his seat. “I think I have a tire iron and a spare in the trunk. I should have a few tools too. It’s not a great spare and the tools are pretty old, but it might be enough to get us a little further up the road. We’re bound to hit a town at some point. If we can find a town we can most likely find a mechanic.”
Y/N stared out the windshield, her stomach turning at the state of the world just outside of the car. “In this weather, when it’s this dark out? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
Jimmy shook his head determined to be the one to fix this all. He wanted to be Y/N’s boyfriend, well a good boyfriend would step up, fix the flat tire, and get his girlfriend home safely. “What choice do we have? We don’t have cell service.”
Y/N parted her lips wanting to argue that it was far too nasty outside to even attempt to fix a flat but Jimmy didn’t give her a chance he fast to speak he managed to locate his coat putting it on over his court appropriate suit. “Just sit tight. I’m sure I can fix it. There’s no sense in both of us facing the snow.”
She felt her heart sink as Jimmy opened the drivers door, a harsh cool draft spilling in through the open door as he managed to exit the car.
She sighed her head falling back closing her eyes as she tried to calm her nerves. This day couldn’t get any worse.
She bit the inside of her cheek, debating ignoring Jimmy’s insistence that she stay in the car. Perhaps she could at the very least hold the light for him while he changed the tire. He shouldn’t be out there trying to fix this all on his own, not in this weather.
She sighed, opening her eyes and sitting up in her seat. She peered through the darkened windshield, her stomach dropping all the more as she took in the state of the weather. She wasn’t sure if it was all in her head but it looked like the snow was getting heavier.
Yes, it definitely did seem like the snow had gotten worse. She couldn’t ignore the sound of the wind practically howling right outside the car.
She let out a heavy sigh as she reached down into the floorboard and grasped on to her coat. This was ridiculous. Jimmy couldn’t stay out in this.
She unfastened her seatbelt and shoved her coat on. She double checked that the car was unlocked before she reluctantly opened the passenger’s door.
She kept a tight grip on her coat, holding it closed the best she could as she slowly made her way around the front of the car doing all she could not to slip on the icy road. This was a horrible time to wear heels and a dress. Her black stockings did little to protect her from the chill in the air.
She peered through the darkness, snowfall, and howling wind searching for Jimmy’s form as she neared the rear of the car.
She sighed as she finally spotted him still digging through the trunk the lantern in his hand struggling to light his surroundings.
Y/N managed to speak up, raising her voice over the howling wind. “Jimmy, please get back in the car. This is insane. The snow is getting worse.”
Jimmy jumped a little shocked by her presence. He peered up at her, also struggling to see through the darkness and the storm. The cold damp air was making his glasses fog up and build moisture which made it even harder to see his surroundings. “It’s fine, I’ve got this. Just get back in the car. One of us should at least stay dry. Everything is fine, it shouldn’t take me much longer. I’ve just got to find all my tools. Don’t worry about me.”
Y/N shook her head far too stubborn to give in to his demands. “It’s not fine, it’s freezing out here. Come on, get back in the car. You’re going to catch your death out here. Forget the tire. We just need to wait out the storm.”
Jimmy parted his lips ready to argue with her that he could handle this. He was perfectly capable of handing this. He should be the one to handle this.
Y/N didn’t give him a chance to argue with her. She spoke again, not above begging him. “Please, Jimmy. Just get back in the car and wait this out, please, for me.”
Jimmy felt any stubborn resistance melt at her requests. He shut the trunk they both slowly making their way back to the front of the car moving slowly on the icy road through the chilled wind.
They both let out a heavy sigh as they renentered the car the chill to their bodies not disappearing even when the doors shut out the cold wind.
Jimmy placed the lantern down on the dashboard in front of him he taking his glasses off doing his best to clean them with his tie a low frustrated groan leaving him as the moisture on his glasses smeared along the lenses.
Y/N rubbed her hands together unable to believe how cold and damp she’d gotten from the minimal amount of time she spend outdoors. “It’s so awful out there. I can’t believe it got so nasty so quick.”
Jimmy let out a heavy sigh nodding his head in agreement. “No kidding. It’s a mess.”
He put his glasses back on not entirely satisfied with their cleanness but it was better than nothing.
He stared down at the dash a soft sigh leaving him. “I don’t think I can keep the car running for too long. We need the heat, but who knows how long we’ll be out here. I don’t want to add an empty tank onto a flat tire.”
“Were you able to get a look at the tire?” Y/N asked cringing at the bad news about the heating situation.
Jimmy nodded his head, his throat growing tight guilt bubbling up in his gut once again. “The tire is shredded. I have no idea what we ran over but the tire is a disaster. I couldn’t get a good look at it to see if whatever we ran over was still embedded in the tire or not.”
Y/N sighed nodding her head in understanding, she still rubbing her hands together trying her best to warm her skin. Her fingers felt frozen solid. “Why do I feel like this is going to be a long night.”
Jimmy swallowed the lump in his throat trying all he could to shove down the guilt. “I think our chances of catching a good samaritan out on the road tonight are slim. No one but us is insane or dumb enough to be out in this.”
Y/N sighed staring down at the dash daring to ask the question she didn’t want to hear the answer to. “How long will we have the privilege of a heater?”
Jimmy felt that guilt bubble up all the more rapidly. “Not long…I just don’t want to risk us running too low on gas when we don’t know how far the nearest town even is.”
Jimmy reluctantly placed his hand on the ignition cringing as he turned the key shutting off the engine. He glanced into the rearview mirror, an idea crossing his mind. “I have a blanket in the back floorboard…it’s kind of scratchy, but it may work. My mom always told me to keep a blanket in the car just for situations like this.”
Y/N nodded her head a small smile crossing her lips at the mention of Jimmy’s mother. She could admit she found it kind of cute, how close he seemed to be to his mother. She’d gotten the impression that Jimmy Palmer was a little bit of a mama's boy, though she had a feeling he wasn’t the annoying kind of momma’s boy who couldn’t cut the umbilical cord. If anything he just seemed to have a lot of respect for the woman. He’d seemed to indicate that from the age of ten on that his mom had essentially been a single mom. He seemed to have a lot of adoration for her.
Jimmy spoke again, nodding to the backseat. “We can get in the back, share the blanket. If we’re going to have to wait out this storm until morning we may as well be comfortable.”
Y/N gave him a slight smile nodding her head as he took off her coat and kicked off her high heels. “Let’s see if I can in the backseat without having to get out of the car.”
She turned around in her seat getting on her knees somehow managing to crawl through the tight space between the drivers seat and the passengers seat.
She fell into the backseat the movement clumsy but at least successful.
Jimmy followed her in suit, ditching his coat as well. His movements were a little less graceful than hers and he couldn’t stop the less than attractive grunt from leaving him as he practically fell into the backseat.
He managed to stand up the best he could in the car, leaning over between the tight space between the drivers seat and passengers seat as he grasped onto the lantern he’d left on the dashboard.
He fell back against the backseat resting the camping lantern on the armrest between the drivers seat and passengers seat.
He managed to reach down to the floorboard finding the blanket he’d promised. It was a horribly unattractive thing; scratchy, a little on the thin side, and a shade that could best be described as pea soup green. He knew it was better than nothing though.
He opened the blanket Y/N scooting closer to him as he covered them both.
They sat in silence for a long while neither were sure what to say. They were both a little frustrated by the turn of events tonight had taken.
Y/N couldn’t stop the chill from running down her spine, her damp clothing making it harder to get warm even with the blanket's presence.
Jimmy noticed as she began to run her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to warm herself. “We should get warm soon.”
Y/N spoke, shaking her head, a realization crossing her mind. “Not with these wet clothes. Wet clothes make the dry blanket useless. We can’t retain any heat if we’re stuck in these soaked clothes. We have to ditch some layers if we’re going to get warm.”
Jimmy felt his cheeks flush at this statement. He cleared his throat trying not to gawk at Y/N as she pushed back the blanket and reached behind her finding the zipper to her dress.
She pulled her dress up and over her head revealing the black slip she wore under the dress. She allowed the stockings to follow, glad to be rid of the damp fabric.
Jimmy stared straight ahead, ditching his shoes and damp clothing as well, his heart racing. He stripped down to his boxers and undershirt praying that the glow of the lantern was low enough that she wouldn’t notice just how pink his cheeks had grown.
Y/N got back under the warmth of the blanket, she not shy about scooting close to Jimmy. He took a deep breath, his heart still racing as he wrapped his arm around her waist, she resting her head against his chest.
She spoke a soft sigh leaving her. “There, that’s better already. Now we should get warm.”
Jimmy cleared his throat his cheeks flushing all the darker he realizing his voice had risen a pitch. “Yeah, better.”
He shifted in his seat unable to focus on anything else but how soft her skin felt. She was so soft. It was something he’d noticed before of course. Each time her hand pressed against his during a dinner date and everytime her lips met his during a chaste goodnight kiss after a date. Her skin and her lips were so soft.
His heart continued to race he unable to stop thinking about the slip she was wearing. It was so short on her body and it hugged her curves so perfectly. It was high enough that the warm skin of her thigh was pressed against him, the silky material of the fabric of the slip feeling heavenly against his palm.
He felt his cheeks grow even darker, the lower region of his body unable to stop itself from perking up at the sensations of her soft skin and the closeness of her against him.
He spoke trying so hard to distract himself from the lust beginning to flow through his body. “What a night huh?”
“Yeah no kidding. The cherry on top of our day.” She remarked the giggle that left her doing little to smother down his lust.
He shushed the voice in the back of his brain that insisted that she probably noticed just how turned on he currently was. She would probably notice at any moment just the reaction he was having to her state of dress and she would think he was a huge pervert. All they’d done is share a few innocent kisses so far and here he was lusting after her like some drooling mindless horndog.
He felt anxiety swirl in his belly joining the lust.
The silence returned, the only sound filling the air was the howl of the wind outside.
Jimmy wasn’t sure what came over him…maybe it was just his inability to sit in silence when he felt anxious. He usually resorted to running his mouth when he felt anxious. He talked too much as it was but the habit only intensified when he felt anxious.
He felt the words leave his mouth before he could stop them. “So we’ve been on a lot of dates lately.”
He cringed at his own comment. Way to sound smooth, he taunted himself silently.
He felt his anxiety swirl all the more as Y/N spoke she seemingly not finding his comment as awkward as he did. “We have.”
Jimmy felt the words continue to spill from him he unable to keep his mouth shut for even a second the panic switch in his brain overriding any ability to shut up. “Are..uh, are you seeing anyone else?”
He cringed at the question, he suddenly realizing that she might interpret his question in the worst way possible. What if she assumed he was asking because he wanted to see other people? He didn’t want to see other people.
He spoke again, quick to speak he stumbling over his words. “I’m not…I mean…I-I don’t want to see other people. I’m not going on dates with anyone else. So I-I was just wondering if you…you know you are seeing anyone else?...or you know want to?”
He bit down on the inside of his cheek feeling like he’d made a mess of things with his giant mouth. He’d made things so awkward.
Y/N widened her eyes at the question, it taking her a bit off guard. She managed to give Jimmy a reassuring smile, her hand reaching down placing over his hand on the arm that wasn’t currently wrapped around her. “I’m not seeing anyone else, nor do I want to.”
“Oh, uh…good…cool. That’s uh, cool.” Jimmy replied, closing his eyes cringing at his own words.
He felt so immature. He felt like a nervous middle schooler all over again. He was sure middle schoolers were capable of being more smooth than he felt right now.
“It is cool.” Y/N remarked a somewhat teasing tone to her voice.
Jimmy felt his cheeks flush all the more he clearing his throat.
He took a deep breath he finding the words. “I’ve never been good at this kind of thing?”
“Good at what?” Y/N asked knowing one thing she’d learned about Jimmy was that sometimes he needed a little coaxing. He occasionally got a bit too in his head and let his anxieties get the best of him. He sometimes needed a little reassurance when he was trying to sort out his thoughts without totally freezing up.
Jimmy took another deep breath, he deciding his best bet would just be to be blunt. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He was so sick of keeping silent and letting the questions torment him. It was now or never.
“Having the big what are we talk…I was, well I was kind of a late bloomer. I didn’t even have my first kiss until the last semester of my freshman year in college. I’ve always been like this…like, I don’t know, just awkward…a mess.”
“I don’t think you’re a mess.” she replied quick to reassure him.
He shook his head a weak smile crossing his lips. “I appreciate it, but I know I’m a disaster. I never know what to do or say when it comes to dating…it doesn’t help that my last relationship was all physical…I felt pretty used by the end of it to be honest…I just, I.”
He paused feeling his throat grow tight as he decided to just be blunt about it. “I like you. I like you a lot…I more than like you…I’m crazy about you. I don’t want to see anyone else but you…and I don’t want you to see anyone other than me. I’ve had more fun on our dates than I’ve ever had with anyone. I want us to be official…I want to be your boyfriend.”
He closed his eyes his heart racing all the more anxiety growing all the more apparent in his gut. He couldn’t help but to think that he sounded like such a disaster.
He felt the words leave him he speaking so quickly that he was almost certain Y/N couldn’t understand a word that left his lips. “I have been wanting to ask you about this but I’ve had no idea how to even approach the subject. I was just afraid you didn’t feel the same and you just saw this as something casual. I mean we’ve kissed but I got in my head that maybe you didn’t see it as serious and then I felt horrible for even thinking that because I don’t think you just kiss guys when you don’t mean it. I just got into my head about it all and it’s been driving me insane and I had no idea how to even say the words to you, but I am crazy about you and I want to man up and ask you. I want this to be serious. I can understand if you don’t feel the same and I promise I’m not a jerk who’s going to pout if you don’t feel the same I am…”
He didn’t have a chance to keep rambling Y/N gently reaching up her hand placing over his lips she quick to speak. “Jimmy, slow down and take a breath.”
He felt his cheeks flush all the more he nodding his head frantically. She pulled her hand from his mouth she allowing the massive amount of information he’d just dropped on her to roll through her brain.
“I haven’t been kissing you without it meaning anything. I just…you seemed so nervous.” She admitted her own cheeks flushing.
She cleared her throat as she spoke again knowing that she’d never quite been too great at this herself. “I didn’t want to spook you.”
“You were afraid of scaring me off?” Jimmy asked dumbfounded by this information.
She nodded her head a soft laugh leaving her. “Can you blame me? You’re the most intelligent and the sweetest guy who’s ever asked me on a date…Do you have any idea how excited I was when you finally asked me out on that first date?”
He shook his head frantically he slowly absorbing the information he stunned by it.
She spoke her hand placing back over his as she spoke. “I have liked you from the moment we met…I know that sounds silly and overly romantic….maybe naive even. I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight, but I knew I was at least crushing when we first met. Then you seemed so nervous around me. You finally asked me on a date and I thought the nervousness would fade, but I could still feel it. I thought you might run away the first time I kissed you, but then you kissed back. I kept kissing you on our dates after that, but I never pushed for it to go further…Like I said I didn’t want to scare you off. I thought I’d let you push for more…I wanted to move at your pace.”
Jimmy groaned a self deprecating laugh leaving his lips. “I move at a snails pace…I thought I was letting you push for more and we were moving at your pace.”
“So we’re both bad at this.” She pointed out making him giggle the realization washing over him.
“We’re both hopeless dorks.” He admitted shaking his head unable to believe it. This entire time he’d been scared of her rejection and it seemed she’d been scared of scaring him away.
They’d both been terrified and totally unaware of it.
She spoke it suddenly hitting her they hadn’t addressed one of his earlier statements. “I don’t want to see anyone else either…and if you saw someone else I’d probably…no I’d definitely be pissed…I’d be so jealous I couldn’t stand it.”
She spoke again before he had a chance to respond to this. “I want you to be my boyfriend. I want to be your girlfriend.”
“Really?” He blurted out a voice in the back of his brain telling him it couldn’t be this simple.
So rarely in his life were things ever this simple.
“Really.” She responded she leaning up her lips brushing across his.
This kiss was much like the chaste goodnight kisses they’d shared in the past, but it didn’t take long for it to grow more impassioned.
It seemed that the realization that they’d both been waiting to move at the others pace had pushed past some of the shyness.
She couldn’t stop the moan from slipping past her lips as he coaxed her mouth open his tongue sliding along hers as the kiss grew more intense.
She took a chance moving over to straddle his hips the space in the backseat tight. His lips kept pressed hers his hands placing at her hips trying to help keep her situated in his lap in the tight space they were allowed.
She was unable to stop herself from grinding her hips against his as they continued to kiss his hands daring to roam her body over the slip she wore.
He moaned as her lips parted from his she pulling the slip up and over her head leaving her in a revealing pair of undergarments.
Jimmy felt his cheeks flush he working up his nerve to lose his undershirt it her turn to moan at the sight of his bare torso.
Her lips met his again he caressing her body as he returned to rocking her hips against his. He knew the lower region of body was clearly showing her just how much he was enjoying this but any shyness he’d felt over this reaction earlier in the evening was long gone he freely doing his best to rock back against her.
He moaned as she ran her hands through his hair messing it they continuing to grind against one another the cold they’d felt moment ago long forgotten.
He ran his hands along her back underneath her bra caressing her bare skin. She took him by shock as she reached behind her unhooking the clasp Jimmy moaning all the louder as her bare torso was revealed to him.
He stared down at her breasts sure that he was completely brainless. Her lips met his a giggle leaving her lips at his expression. She wasn’t sure if any other guy had ever stared at her body quite like this. He was an equal mix of adorable and lustful. He was by far the sexiest man she’d ever dated. She’d forgotten to add that compliment along with mentioning his intelligence and his sweetness.
She went back to grinding against him they continuing to make out it obvious that they were growing more and more bold the longer they spent kissing and grinding.
He managed to turn them allowing her to rest against the backseat he resting between her thighs he returning to grinding against her. She allowed her hands to trace his spine this change in position just as wonderful as their previous position.
She pressed her lips to his neck nipping at his skin not helping but to like the idea of leaving a mark behind.
She ran her hands down his back she sliding them underneath his boxers unable to stop herself from grasping his backside encouraging him to rock against her a little more enthusiastically.
Jimmy groaned as his lips parted from hers. His body was screaming at him that he wanted this to proceed so badly he could almost cry. He was sure he’d never been so turned on in his entire life.
His heart was screaming a little louder than the lower region of his body though. He stilled his hips his voice frantic his cheeks flushed from more than lust. “I want you so bad right now. You have no idea.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea.” She teased pulling her hands from underneath his boxers tracing his spine.
Jimmy sighed his over-romantic heart screaming so loudly. “You deserve so much more than this. I want this so bad, but I kind of want my first time making love to you to be in a more romantic location…you know one with a bed and better lighting.”
She smiled up at him a little shocked that he was able to see through the haze of lust. He spoke again clearing his throat as he further explained himself. He stumbling through it a bit at the end. “I want to really be able to fully see you and have room to really enjoy you our first time. This backseat business is kind of cramped…and I don’t know about…you know uh, protection. I mean…I’m uh, I’m clean but I uh…and I’m sure you’re clean but you know.”
She chuckled at this comment nodding her head. “Not looking for any unplanned pregnancies.”
He felt his cheeks flush the words leaving him. “No, I mean…I love kids…I want kids…I uh…I’m pretty sure I don’t want to conceive my first child in the backseat of a car though.”
He resisted the urge to bury his face against her neck almost certain he’d made things so awkward. He was talking about concieving future hypothetical kids with her. What if she didn’t want kids? What if she thought he expected kids sometime soon?
His fears died as she spoke a small laugh leaving her. “I love kids too, but I agree…I don’t think this is how I want to make them…If I get pregnant I’d much rather it be in a more romantic location…and I’d like us to wait a little while on that.”
Her own cheeks flushed at this comment she fast to speak again clearing her throat. “As far as safety goes…I’ve got an IUD.”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek fast to speak once again. “I agree though. I’d like our first time to be a bit more roomy than this and better lighting might be nice.”
He let out an soft sigh relieved that he hadn’t made a huge mess of things with his big mouth.
He was beginning to realize that perhaps Y/N didn’t mind his big mouth as much as he feared she might.
She spoke a small teasing smile crossing her lips. “So…would you be opposed to making out? I promise we won’t get too carried away.”
He answered her with a press of his lips to hers the two of them realizing that waiting out this storm was going to be more fun than they’d hoped.
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It was warm despite the cold outside. His back hurt a little and it was either from the tight space in the backseat or the fact that the clasp to a seatbelt was digging into his back.
It was hard to feel too uncomfortable with the weight of her on top of him and the feel of her skin along with the warmth under the blanket he’d draped over them the night before.
If this was what it was like to wake up with his girlfriend in his arms then he was ready to sign up for it.
He frowned, his sleep being interrupted by a firm tapping noise.
He struggled to pull himself from sleep as he began to focus on the persistent tapping.
He peeled his eyes open, the sunlight too bright. He’d taken his glasses off and tossed them in the front seat at some point last night so his vision was slightly blurry from more than sleep.
He felt his heart drop as he finally located the source of that persistent tapping.
The highway patrol officer looked less than amused to come across the amorous couple. He was peering at them through the backseat in a way that made Jimmy’s stomach turn.
He spoke his voice gentle, thankful the blanket covered Y/N’s form given that she’d never put her bra on the night before and had remained in a pair of panties. “Hey baby, wake up. Uh…there…there’s an officer here. Don’t panic, okay, I’m going to sit you up and keep you covered with the blanket. I won’t let him see anything.”
Y/N felt her own heart drop at this news, her mind pulling from sleep to a less than pleasant wake up.
Jimmy kept his promise keeping her covered by the blanket knowing he’d rather expose his boxer clad form than have her body revealed to a total stranger.
He tried to put on a brave face as he sat up gently opening the door the words falling from his lips. “I can explain everything, officer. We got a flat tire and we were trying to keep warm and I have my ID. Just let me get my pants.”
“I’ve called a tow truck. I suggest you two make yourselves decent. Town is a couple of miles from here. The roads are a mess so you two might want to consider getting a motel till this mess clears out. I’m going to let you off with a warning.” The officer was fast to respond he apparently feeling just as awkward about this situation.
Jimmy barely managed to work out a thank you officer as they were finally left alone.
He groaned his head falling back to rest against the seat. “That highway patrol just saw me in my boxers. Oh god, I hope Dr. Mallard doesn't ever find out about this. I can hear him telling me that this behavior is totally unbecoming of a future medical examiner.”
“Dr. Mallard isn’t the one you should worry about. Tony is the one you should be afraid of knowing about this.” She remarked Jimmy feeling himself pale at this statement.
She leaned down finding her clothing as she spoke. “So it sounds like your car might be out of service for a while…or at least the roads might be. I think I heard something about a motel room…you did say something last night about being interested in better lighting and more space to work with. I bet we can find plenty to do while we wait for the roads to clear up.”
Jimmy felt the grin cross his lips, he reaching down to the floorboard fast to find his pants. “I did. I think your boyfriend can find plenty of things to do while we wait for the roads to clear up.”
She spoke giving him knowing smile. “If you can’t then your girlfriend has a few things in mind.”
He felt the smile grow all the more both at the promise and the word. Girlfriend, the word never sounded so beautiful.
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Y'all. After hurting myself with rewatching those episodes, I have decided to hurt all of you. I have spent my evening mapping out a 9-10 part Tiva story covering their story arc in 11x01 and 11x02, and can only hope I can do it the justice it deserves. I recognize this is years after the fact and that it has been done several times, but it's a story I need to tell and need to hear. Current outline is three pages, but stay tuned my friends
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A Tiva Fic for Every Episode!
Onto season 3 episode 3 now, "Mind Games" (which yes, Ziva is not in, but that doesn't mean we can't ruminate on Tony's love life alongside Gibbs while we wait for her to get back!)
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Me, sitting there, plotting an unexpected twist for the next chapter of my Tiva fanfiction… 😏
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My Angel's Baby
Fandom: NCIS
Character/s Included: Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Daughter!Reader
Word Count: 385
Having been trained by your father you had tried to find your husband after he went missing but after every lead, you had dried up you decided to call your father for help.
“Hey, dad I have a case file I need you to look over” I said before adding, “I’ll be by in an hour to drop it off to you”
I never liked having to ask him for help because it made me feel less of an agent even though I knew I was probably more qualified than people wanting to get the job at the bureau.
I found it easy to get through the gate for the NCIS building since I hadn’t changed my last name with my marriage.
“Ah, Miss Gibbs. Your father said you were coming.” The guard of the building said stepping aside to let me in.
It was in the elevator that I remembered that I hadn’t told my father that I was pregnant simply because over the last month I had been focusing on my part-time job on top of that the search for my husband who also didn’t know of the baby.
Walking into dad’s office I went straight to his desk and placed the file down on it before taking a seat in the office chair behind it.
It took my dad only a few minutes to come and take the case file off his desk. He gave me a kiss on the cheek before calling his team about the case.
It took a few sleep-deprived days for my dad and the team to find what I was missing as well as cell phone tracking but they had found it.
I was hoping for good news but I knew it was bad as soon as my dad walked over and gave me a big hug while mumbling “I’m so sorry sweetheart.”
At those words, I broke down mumbling my own set of words “I can raise a child on my own, he didn’t even know he was going to be a dad”
My dad pulled away and frowned before pulling me back into a hug “You can move in with me, we can make the spare rooms into yours and the baby’s rooms. You are not alone you have me and the team behind you.”
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NCIS Summer Bingo 2023
The NCIS Summer Bingo 2023 Runs from August 5th - September 5th.
Anyone who wants to participate is welcome. Any character, any relationship allowed. Friendships and partnerships, too. No pressure. Complete the card, do a line, or do random prompts. Whatever grabs your attention.
Note: There is no specific word count. Drabbles, One-Shots, and in between are all welcome. Keep it in the franchise. Crossovers are allowed, but only between NCIS shows.
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Author's note: just a little Gibbs idea I've had in mind. Maybe I'll get back to writing for him more... :) maybe it's because I'm binging NCIS from the beginning again. I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, hope I did well. Also, it's not proofread and I'm not a native English speaker.
Summary: you're babysitting your brother's twins by yourself and ends up calling for help.
Warnings: age gap, I guess?, talk of near death experience, taking care of babies, reader not wanting kids, siblings banter
Babysitting ~ Leroy Jethro Gibbs
"Are you sure you're up for this?"
"Seriously? It's the fourth time you're asking. We're gonna be just fine!" You reassured your brother, as you're sitting on the play mat your ten months old nephew and niece. If you were completely honest, you were a bit anxious about babysitting the twins all by yourself as it was the first time. But you couldn't let your brother know that, as he was already struggling to leave.
"All you have to do is feed them, change their diapers at some point and put them to bed." He got down to pick up his daughter, finally saying goodbye.
"I promise they will be alive and in one piece when you come back. Hopefully, tomorrow morning." You grinned at him before grabbing your nephew and gentle holding him on his feet. "Now go daddy, have fun." You said with a baby voice, like it was your little dude saying it. After one more kiss to his girl, he put her down and did the same with his son.
"It's just a work thing." He told you for the umpteenth time.
"Yeah, but the beautiful single mom from your office will be there."
"She left just a month ago. I'm so not ready to jump into anything." He couldn't bring himself to say the name of his wife and mother of his children. One day, she just decided that being a mom and a wife wasn't for her and she took off. Which is why you were babysitting that night.
"Don't jump into anything, just jump on her."
"On those elegant words, I'm out. Bye babies, I love you!" He sent them kisses as he was walking towards the door. "What are you doing?" He asked when he noticed you were following.
"Going to a party of course!"
"Don't leave them out of your sight! Even for one second!" He scolded.
"They are on their mat, playing!"
"And your niece is starting to crawl!"
"Just leave and bang someone."
"And you wonder why you're still single..."
He finally left but not without holding his shoulder after you punched him.
"Okay babies! We can do this, right?"
Turned out, you couldn't. Or at least, it wasn't going as smoothly as you thought it would. Shortly after your brother left, your niece started to cry her heart out, wondering why daddy wasn't there, for sure. Then, your nephew decided that he wasn't going to eat. The food didn't seem yucky to you but it was to him, and he thought throwing around and at you was funny. So did your niece. By this time, your brother had already texted you twice and you obviously lied. The little boy being covered in soft food, you decided to give them both a bath, hoping it'd tired them a bit. But they both were very much against the baby shower gel, and your niece pooped in the tub. Which made everyone almost throw up.
After a (very) long struggle, they were finally in their PJs, clean and ready for bed. You thought a break was coming, but your niece had a meltdown. Which caused your nephew to have one too. You didn't know what was wrong, you tried everything you could to calm them both but nothing was working. You contemplated calling your brother several times, but it was his first night out since she left and you didn't want to ruin it for him. After over an hour of struggle, you did call someone.
"Gibbs," he answered.
"How much do you love me?" You immediately asked over the crying. You barely heard him chuckle.
"I'm on my way."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I owe you one!"
You didn't know how long it took your team leader to show up at your brother's house. But somehow, as you were trying to soothe the twins on your brother's bed, you felt a presence behind you. "How did you get in? You know what, I don't care. Help me, please, I don't know what to do."
Whether or not the twins noticed that there was someone else in the room, they weren't stopping. Gibbs got closer to you, look down at the twins. "First, you're gonna take a deep breath."
"They are crying bloody murder!" You exclaimed.
"The more frustrated and anxious you get, the more they'll cry." You felt his hand on your shoulder and his gentle squeeze. You closed your eyes, tried to block the noises and took a deep breath.
"Now, are they fed? Changed?"
You wanted to give him a snarky comment as you always do, but didn't have the patience for it. So you just said yes.
He grabbed your niece into his arms, "Grab this little guy and do what I'm doing." You followed his instructions. Holding and bouncing your little man a certain way. After the eventful evening, you almost missed how incredible Gibbs looked with a baby in his arms, how gentle and soft he was. Such a natural. You nearly stopped everything when you heard him starting to sing a lullaby. It was quiet and you could barely hear him above the crying. That's when you realized that only your nephew was still crying. "You stopped." He warned you. "Don't get frustrated, hon. Sing to him."
You took another deep breath and did as told. Slowly, your nephew was calming down. It was magic.
"Lead the way to their bedroom." He whispered.
He put down in the little girl in her crib, and helped you putting down the baby boy, as he noticed you were too scared of waking him up. You stayed there for a moment, silently looking down at them, Gibbs right next to you.
"It's official, I do not want kids."
Gibbs chuckled and slid his hand in the back of your neck, bringing you to him so he could kiss your hair. You took the opportunity to go for a hug and he gently returned it. It suddenly became much easier to breathe.
"Is the baby monitor on?"
You checked, and grabbed the part you were supposed to keep with you.
"I need to change." You said after leaving the bedroom.
"You can take a shower."
"Do I look that bad?"
"You look like you need to relax."
"True. Will you be there when I get out?"
"Yes, give me the monitor." You did and felt shivers all over your body as his long fingers brushed against yours.
"Grab anything you want from the fridge. I'll be quick."
"No rush."
It was one of the most amazing shower you've ever had.
You knew you didn't want to have children most of your adult life, but it just got confirmed. You didn't want this to be your daily life. You loved kids, and you loved the twins more than anything in the world, but you didn't need one of your own.
When you reached the kitchen, it was sparkling clean. The big mess from dinner was gone. The toys were put away. Gibbs had his back turned to you as he was doing the dishes. "I don't know if I want to scold you or kiss you." You regretted the last words as soon as they got out.
Gibbs looked at you over his shoulder with a smile. "You're welcome."
"Seriously, you didn't have to!"
"No problem! You accepted to babysit twins after the crappy days we've had at work."
"Yeah," you sighed, remembering the awful case the team dealt with and only closed a few hours ago.
"How you feeling?" He asked, turning off the water and drying off his hands.
"How you feeling?" You retorted, earning a shy smirk from Gibbs.
"I'm fine." He reassured you, or at least, tried.
You got closer to him, grabbing the hand towel for him to put it away, and locked eyes with this man you've been in love with for a very long time. "You almost got killed, Gibbs." You said barely above a whisper.
"It comes with the job." He just said.
"Doesn't make it okay when it's such a close call." You could see the scene again. The bullet rushing so close to his head. A few centimeters to the left and Gibbs wouldn't be anymore. That thought hurt. It scared you more than anything else. And you couldn't control the tears forming in your eyes.
"I'm okay." He said one more time, knowing that you needed to hear it. So did he.
You felt his arms slowly wrapping around you, and before you knew it, your face was buried in his neck, as you inhaled his unique scent deeply. You held onto him tightly. "I can't lose you. Not you. Ever."
But you would, one day. Him being older than you, you knew that and Gibbs definitely knew it too. Which is why he never acted on his attraction and feelings for you. He knew you were feeling the same, he knew you were in love with him - even though he couldn't understand why or how. He could easily have given in, and enjoy whatever moments with you. But he refused. He couldn't do that to you, nor to himself. Everyday in this job, he could lose you too. That bullet could've been for you and not miss. Losing Shannon - and Kelly - was the hardest thing he's ever had to go through, and he couldn't bare the idea of losing another partner, especially you.
Which was why he tried to get you to leave NCIS several in the past few years. At first, it was pointing out how this job sucks - he loves it but he's a bit of masochist -, how you'd be better off doing something safe. Then it was introducing you to someone who had move on from this job and never felt better. And lately, it was asking Vance to find you a desk job you would actually enjoy. But nothing worked. You were still there, by his side, in harm's way.
Would it hurt to give in just this once? He wondered as he felt you clutching onto him. You fitted so perfectly in his arms, you smelled so good. You were showing your vulnerability, which you rarely do, with anyone and Gibbs found it very appealing.
He was looking down at you, you were looking up. He could lean in a few inches and his lips would reach yours. He started to, very slowly. But before it happened, your phone went off. You rushed to it, not to answer but mostly to shut it down, after it would wake up the twins, despite them being upstairs.
"Seriously!" You said after picking up.
"Just wanted to check in. Are they safely in bed?" You rolled your eyes.
"Of course not, I told you we were having a party. Can't you hear the music? Do they prefer scotch or bourbon?" You saw Gibbs smiling.
"You suck."
"So do you. Go back, and enjoy your night out, idiot."
"Hey, wait. Are you--sure it's not too soon for me?"
"She left, bro. Screw her. Whether it's a one time thing or more, as long as you're happy with it, just go for it. You deserve some fun."
"Says you, who can't move on from her boss, even though nothing ever happened. I mean, I tried to introduce you to some nice pe--" you hung up before he could finish. You knew Gibbs hear the entire thing.
"I'm, uh, gonna check on the twins."
But he held you back. "They are fine." He whispered.
"You already knew, didn't you?" You could look into his magnificent blue eyes. "That's why you've been trying to get rid of me?"
He sighed and brought you closer. His nose in your hair, his lips against your forehead. "I can't lose you either." He whispered, returning the vulnerability you showed earlier.
Hearing those words, you didn't think twice. You lifted your head up and crashed your lips on his. Gibbs didn't have the strength nor will to fight it. He intensified the kiss quickly, backing you up against the wall, where it happened for the very first time.
First of many.
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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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gibbs x reader where reader and gibbs are having an extreme makeout session in gibbs' basement and fornell walks in on them
I’m so sorry it took so long. It may be a little too late but here you go!
Gibbs had been away on a case for a few days, he had just got home. You took that as a sign to surprise him. When you got to his house you knew exactly where to find him. Making your way to the basement, you stopped and admired his work for a minute. He looked up at the sound of the squeaking stairs. He smiled at you.
He placed his tools down and took you into his arms, “I missed you” he said before buying his face in your neck.
It wasn’t too long before his rough lips were gracefully taking over yours. He picks you up and places you on his work bench. Just as he was about to unbutton your shirt you hear a noise. The sound of someone clearing there throat fills the basement. You and Gibbs look up to see Fornell standing at the top.
“Can I help you?” Gibbs says with that certain sass he has.
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Jethro Gibbs An undercover job turns to romance
Wrd count: 4,313
Warning: adult content, knife cutting (no self harm)
Jethro Gibbs (I know nothing about the military protocols so just believe it lol)
(Y/n) P.O.V
My morning was going just like all the others. I'd wake up, eat breakfast, fill my travel mug with coffee, and go to work. However halfway through my eggs, bacon, and toast when my cell phone rings. I sigh as I place my book down, and answer.
"(L/n)." I answer.
"(Y/n) we need you to come in. We have a… well the best type hinky." I hear Abby's cheery voice.
"Okay I'll be right there." I hung up with her.
I quickly get dressed into my scrubs, pull my hair into a high ponytail. Once on the road I make a quick stop for gas, and a couple drinks for my fellow colleagues. As I walk into the NCIS building I greet security and others as I get into the elevator. I hear heavy metal music as the doors open, and it brings a smile to my face.
"Good morning, Abby." I smile at her as I place her big gulp next to her quick fingers.
"Y/n you doll." Abby gives me a big smile before she takes a sip.
"What's the big hinky?" I laugh at her excited smile.
"Well this morning Gibbs and his gang had a call to this military housing neighborhood, and found a newlywed couple completely torn apart." She informs me.
"And?" I push because I know there's more by here turning to the computer screen.
"I've already found a handful of murders that were just swept under the rug, because they didn't have any sort of evidence." She walks over to a table. "Until I figured out the weapon is both a hunter's knife, and a scalpel." She then smiles in triumph.
"It's like you're a psychic, and you just give us pieces to throw us off." I laugh with her, but it's short lived by Special Agent Gibbs walking in with a box full of evidence.
"Abby, this is for you. (Y/n) I need you upstairs." He walks back toward the door. "Thanks for getting her here, Abbs." He says just as he walks out.
I give Abby a quick look before quickly walking to the elevator. Gibbs and I stay in silence the whole way until we get to the group looking at multiple people's pictures on a screen.
"(Y/n) great." McGee says. "We need you to go on an undercover operation. I just need you to pick a male that will pass for a Marine." He runs off like I knew what he was talking about.
"Gibbs?" I look at him with a pointed look, hoping he'd fill in the spots.
"We know the killer is going after newlyweds, so you are the bride." He smirks once he's finished. "I already have an idea of who it is, but of course we need to prove I'm right. I picked you for this." He ends his speech there.
"Okay." I turn to McGee. "What do I need to do?"
The rest of the day I'm given a crash course on how the undercover business works, and once I was done with my three hours course I found out that Gibbs is going to be my husband. I returned to the gang's area, and saw Gibbs watching the others talk.
"So my dear husband, how will our wedding work, hmm? Quick courthouse, or are you just gonna throw me over your shoulder like a caveman." I joke as I sit on the corner of his desk.
"Well I was thinking the club over the head would be easier." He smirks at me when I gasp. "You asked."
"So seriously, does this start immediately today?" I ask, grabbing the file about the suspect.
"You are a free woman until tomorrow night, and then we will sign the marriage certificate. I will get my uniforms, the address we will set up, and we will begin then." He puts away his belongings, and as he stands he pulls on his coat. "Chinese or pizza?" He asks.
"Chinese." I respond as I follow behind him.
This has been a new norm for me and Gibbs for a couple months now. I was pretty bad when I had to end my engagement, because my fiance was sleeping with our neighbor. An entire five year relationship down the drain. I didn't leave the lab for two weeks before Gibbs and Abby came knocking on my door. Apparently Abby had some concerns for my sanity so she went to Gibbs, and he came straight to the lab. Ever since then he has taken me to dinner every other day, or brings me dinner in the lab.
Tonight, we sit inside a little Chinese restaurant eating in a comfortable silence. With Gibbs I've learned, to much relief, I don't have to speak unless I absolutely want to.
"How's the boat coming along?" I ask as we throw away our trash.
"Pain in the ass." He chuckles.
-next morning-
I walked into the office a little bit early with coffees, and sat at Gibb's desk until I saw DiNozzo walk in with Kate in a heated discussion.
"Oh please DiNozzo all because you think it's him doesn't mean it is." Kate rolls her eyes at him, but lights up when she sees me holding a coffee cup in the air for her.
"(Y/n) you've read the files right?" I give DiNozzo nod in response. "Okay so don't you think it's Corporal Simon. He just fits every creepy fib." He acts like he's shaking.
"All because he's creepy doesn't mean anything, DiNozzo." Gibbs says before I could open my mouth. "And you. Why are you at my desk?" He says in my direction.
I simply hold up the coffee cup.
"Aw lovely wife boss." DiNozzo gets smacked in the back of the head for that.
For the next couple of hours I'm with Abby in the lab testing blood samples, fingerprints, and retesting the little bit of evidence for the past murders. By two in the afternoon Gibbs came to the lab to collect me, and my bags to go to our new home. Once there we five the whole moving in show I'm giving direction to Gibbs and DiNozzo as they carry furniture. Inside I'm dying of laughter, because every time Gibbs gives me a side eye I know he wants to tell me something smart. We had pizza delivered and sent DiNozzo back to the office.
"How do you want the sleeping arrangements to go?" I ask as I clean up the trash.
"Well I usually fall asleep in my boat." He speaks in a voice full of normalcy.
"Gibbs! That's not good." I fuss. "You told me "you can't do things that harm your body, or we won't solve shit" and look at you breaking your body down." I continued to fuss, and didn't realize Gibbs had gotten up from the table.
"Yea. I know." His voice comes right behind me as his hand drops the fork into the sink. "Then tell me where to sleep." He looks into my eyes.
"I put bedding in both rooms, so just pick one." I nervously turn back toward the sink.
"I'll take the room closer to the living room just in case." He grabs our bags by the doors, and goes toward the rooms.
Over the next couple days Gibbs, Kate, DiNozzo, and McGee have ran around the entire Marine Base to find who's actually the murder, but since I'm the stay at home wife I'm doing home things. I've taken broken down boxes to the trash, messed in the garden in the front yard, and went grocery shopping at the grocery store on base to meet other stay at home wives. As I'm taking the groceries into the house I hear a female yell hello through the front door. I secure my gun in the waist of my pants before walking to the door. A brunette woman is standing with a big smile, and a wrap covered plate.
"I didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to say hello, and welcome you to the neighborhood." She smiles at me. "My name is Christine."
"Well that's so kind. I'd invite you inside, but the place is a complete mess." I give a smile as I take the plate.
"Oh I understand. I just wanted to drop off some sweets, and let you know if you need anything I can help. I work in the main office, so I can pull some strings." She gives me a wink.
"Well that's comforting to know." I laugh. "Thank you again, but I have to get dinner started before my husband Jethro comes home." I give a small wave as I shut the door watching her walk down the driveway.
I place the plate on the counter as I call Gibbs.
"Yes Mrs. Gibbs?" He answers.
"I was wondering when you will be back. I just met the most wonderful person." I vaguely respond.
"Be back in an hour. Everything okay?" He asks quietly.
"Yes, perfectly fine." I reassure him, and he hangs up.
Just like clockwork, an hour later Gibbs, and Kate walk through the door. I'm pulling the chicken out of the oven as Kate walks into the kitchen.
"Smells great (y/n)." She comments.
"Thank you. I love cooking." I hand her a plate, which she takes with a great smile.
"So who was this neighbor you met today?" Gibbs gets to the point as I walk to the table where they have everything set up.
"A woman named Christine. She didn't exactly say she was a neighbor, just that she worked in the main office and could pull some strings in case I needed anything, and handed me the plate of cookies there on the counter." I say pointing to the still wrapped plate. "Told her I had to get dinner ready for my new husband Jethro." As I fill him in on what else happened in my day I'm fixing both of our plates, because I realized he hasn't even looked in the kitchen direction.
"She does have access to high documents, and can cut through a lot of red tape." Gibbs informs me, and gives me a thank you nod when he takes the plate.
"Wait, can I see the witness report again?" I ask, and Kate hands it to me.
I read through the report, and found where a witness saw a brunette white woman, with long legs, short torso, and pointed face. I place the paper down as I point out the passage I read.
"This describes Christine." I inform them.
"I figured." Gibbs sighs. "We'll follow up on this in the morning. Thank you." He holds up the paper as he drinks the rest of his beer.
Once dinner is over Kate leaves. Gibbs goes to the garage, and I to the bath. I can't help but think how this is so simple for us. How we fit into the role perfectly, but I know it has to end. After I clean the rest of the kitchen I come out to find Gibbs glaring at the evidence board from the garage door. I take his empty bottle, replacing it with a new one.
"You already know who's doing this, don't you?" I lean against the table.
He leans next to me with his arms crossed.
"My gut tells me it's Christine. The evidence we have points to her office." He shakes his head.
I give him a hum in response as I stand on my feet. I can feel his eyes watching me while I walk toward my room. I do turn back at him with a soft smile before going to the door. I throw on my tank top and shorts for bed, and end up just laying there in frustration. I haven't had any sort of touch since my ex, but I can't do anything like that here with Gibbs' falcon hearing. I lay there for three hours until I've had enough, and I throw the blankets off me. I grumble under my breath as I open my bedroom door, but I quietly walk down the hall to the kitchen. I pull pb&j stuff out only for the garage door to open. I grab the large knife from the knife stand, and throw it at the door, only for it to get stuck in the doorframe.
"Whoa! It's me." Gibbs holds his hands up as he comes into the light better.
"Oh my God Jethro I'm so sorry." I run toward him, but he grabs my hand before I could grab his.
"Good throw." He keeps my hands into his one while he pulls the knife out of the wall.
"Good throw?! Gibbs, that's all you can say?" I keep freaking out.
"I thought it was Jethro." He looks into my eyes with a smirk.
He lets go of my hands to go put the knife back. He then starts making a sandwich.
"I…well..it just came out." I stumble over my words, and my face heats up.
"I think you should get used to calling me Jethro." He keeps his back to me while he speaks.
I'm too nervous to say anything, but he soon turns with two sandwiches in his hands. He holds out one to me with a paper towel wrapped around it as he takes a bite of his.
"Thank you Jethro." I smile as I take the sandwich.
We end up sitting on the counter, and Jethro telling me stories. We laugh, I joke about his military days, and he jokes about my technical "support" skills. The sun is starting to rise as my eyes become heavy.
"You should go get some sleep." He softly says.
"You're right, but so should you." I look over at him as he gets down.
"I will." He softly holds my arm as I get off the counter.
We separate into our rooms, and he is gone by the time I wake up. I stay inside for the day, and just watch movies. My phone rings as I'm stepping into the bath, and it's Jethro. I sit on the side of the tubs as I answer.
"Yes Jethro?"
"I have pizza for dinner." He simply tells me.
"That's nice." I sarcastically respond, trying not to laugh.
"I'll get you garlic bread. What is that noise?" He has the most annoying hearing.
"That is the bathtub water running." I run my foot in the hot water.
"I'll be there in an hour." He then hangs up causing me to laugh.
I'm too relaxed to hear the front door opening, but when I hear doors opening I call out for Jethro. When I don't get a response I slowly get out of the bath, wrapping my house robe on. I'm about to reach for the gun I have in my nightstand when the door is burst open. I give a scream of surprise, but I'm quickly shut up by a gun being pointed at me. Christine comes creeping into the room with a hard look in her eyes.
"What are you doing?" I keep up the act, hopefully I can stall until Jethro gets here.
"Living room, now." She demands.
I timidly walk to the living room with my hands raised, and slowly sit on the couch. I watch her look around the living room, and kitchen before she comes in front of me. She points her gun at my head as she sits on the table directly in front of me.
"So tell me how long have you and hubby been together?" She asks, sounding sweet.
"Y..year." I look confused.
"Ahhh newly newlyweds." She stood to go over to the bag she had put on the loveseat. "I was with my husband for six years before we decided to get married." She turns with rope and a knife in her hands. "We then were married for two before he was deployed. He was a Marine that was sent overseas, obviously that's all he could tell me. I was kept in the dark the whole time while my husband was tortured by terrorists." She takes her seat back on the table. "Tell me what do you think Jethro would do if you were taken."
"I…I don't know. I'd hope he'd help me." I shake from her moving the knife closer.
"Sad isn't it? Shouldn't the answer be something on the lines of "he'd burn the whole world apart" or "he'd never stop looking"?" She cuts the arms of my robe open to the elbow. "You want to know what the US military does to help their Marines?" I scream from her cutting a short cut going down my arm. "Quiet!" She shoves pieces of robe into my mouth. "Four men died because the US tried to play into the terrorists computer, instead of simply allowing the terrorists into the Union, and they would let the Marines go." She cuts another line. "They could've said they would allow it, get the Marines, and then grab the terrorists!" Her voice gets louder as she goes.
I see movement from the corner of my eye, but I keep watching Christine move the knife around. She goes to cut my arm again when the front door, garage door, and backdoor open.
"Freeze NCIS!" I hear from my three favorite people.
Jethro comes in through the backdoor, DiNozzo through the garage door, and Kate comes in the front with their guns raised. Christine looks at me in surprise as she drops the knife and gun. Jethro softly grabs my face to make me lock eyes with him.
"I'm here. Come on." He helps me stand, walk to my room while the others handcuff Christine.
I'm quiet as Jethro cleans up my wounds with the first aid kit I keep in my bag. I'm so out of it my robe opens slightly, and I didn't realize until Jethro closed it more. He gives a deep sigh as he cleans up the trash.
"Thank you Jethro." I timidly tell him as he goes to walk out.
He turns back, and kisses me hard with a hand on my cheek, his other on my thigh. I grip his shirt in my hands as I kiss him back. We pull apart after a moment, and rest our heads against each other.
That night my nerves were level, and everythings calmed down. I start packing up, and put the bags in the garage for the guys to load up. Tomorrow the movers will come for the rest.
"Ready." Jethro walks up to me, grabbing my bag.
"Yes. I checked everywhere to make sure nothing was left." I tell him as we walk to his car.
"Tomorrow morning we need to meet at the director's office." He informs me, once we are on the road.
He helps me carry my bags into my apartment, and shuts the door. I softly smile at him as he walks toward me. I rest my hands on his shoulders as his hand rests on my waist. He kisses me deeply as he pulls me to his chest. I melt against him, having my fingers run along his shaved hair. I gasp when we pull back, but his warm hands moving up my back makes me softly moan.
"Room." He orders.
"Yes sir." I give him a sly smile as I walk him toward my room.
I hear him chuckle as he follows me, but once to the door he pulls me in from my waist. I throw my shirt off so I can feel his hands again. While he works on the buttons of my pants he gives me soft kisses to my neck. I lean my head against his shoulder just melting against him. The feeling of being protected feels so much more different, but amazing. He flattens his hands to slide my pants down, and he lets me walk out of them. I turn to him, locking eyes with him as I lay on my bed.
"You sure about this?" He asks me while untucking his shirt.
"I'm more than sure." I give him a straight answer.
Once he gets down to his boxers he crawls over me with a dark look in his eyes. I put my hands on his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss. His skillful hands unhook my bra, making me throw it behind him. I move my hand along his shoulders while he kisses along my neck to my chest.
"Jethro." I moan softly when his lips wrap around my nipple.
He wraps his arm around my lower back pulling me closer, biting lightly on my nipple. His other hand moves my underwear down, but once he got to my thigh, he had pulled back to snatch them off my ankles. My legs open back up for him to lay comfortably in between them. He looks me in the eyes as he slides his boxers off. My knees rest on his hips, relaxing into the bed, feeling him rub against my entrance. Him slowly entering me makes a shiver take over my body, but Jethro deeply groans. His hand grips my thigh in a tight grip, causing it to rise higher.
"(Y/n)." He rests his head on my shoulder.
"Please move Jethro." I whine.
He starts to move back some only to piston back inside. My body arches up to his chest, and my throat closes on the scream that wants to leave. All I could do was grip his bicep, lock my ankles together, and enjoy the feeling of him stretching me. The feeling of his hands, his deep harsh movements, and the tightening feeling in my stomach. I start to lose my mind.
"Let go for me." He groans in my ear before he kisses my neck.
He kisses me as he goes harder making it very difficult to let my moans out, but I just hold onto his back as he just lets go. With a deep groan and final thrust Jethro and I finish together with a loud moan from me. He lays next to me with an arm under my head as we catch our breath.
"Wow." I breathed out.
He chuckles, turning over, and grips my lips with his forefinger and thumb. I giggle as we kiss a lot more softly now. We lay together for a while before finally getting in the shower. I did think Jethro was going to leave, however when I went back to lay down he joined me. I slept amazing with his warmth next to me whenever I would turn.
When I wake up I see a hand placing a coffee mug on my nightstand, and a hand rubbing along my side.
"You got to wake up. We still have to work." He talks quietly in my ear.
"Thank you." I smile as I reach for the mug.
"You are quite welcome." He chuckles as he grabs his clothes.
"Jethro!" I giggle at his joke, placing my hand over my eye.
"I'll see you at the office. I have to change." He says as he throws his clothes on.
Once he leaves I finish my coffee, get dressed, and try to keep the smile off my face as I walk into the office.
"Well what made you so smiley this morning?" Abby asks as I walk into the lab, and pull on my lab coat.
"I'm just glad to have my bed back." Is all I tell her.
"Is that so?" I hear behind me.
I turned to a smirking Jethro holding a cardboard cup holder with two coffees, and in his hand was a big gulp for Abby.
"Jet…Gibbs." I exclaim almost messing up.
"Morning Abs." He hands her the drink, and walks back to me.
"(Y/n)." He hands me a coffee. "Director needs us." He leans me with a hand on my lower back to the elevator.
"I'm sorry I didn't know if you were okay with me saying anything, or if…" I'm stopped by him stepping closer to me.
He kisses me softly like he's been doing so for his whole life. I'm just about to relax into him when the elevator opens, and there stands Kate and McGee. They are shocked when they finally realize what they just saw. I step out of the elevator, quickly getting to the director's office. I stop at his door, and wait for Jethro. Jethro walks up the hall with purpose, and goes right into the office.
"Alright let's get you two divorced." Director Morrow places the papers in front of Jethro.
"What if we don't sign?" Jethro asks so nonchalantly.
Director Morrow looks lost as he turns his attention to me, then back to Jethro. I'm just frozen from shock.
"I'll let you two talk." Vance leaves quickly, and once he's gone Jethro turns to me.
"What are you doing Jethro?" I timidly ask.
"Well I was thinking how easy it was for us to be together this week." He starts. "We don't have to sign just yet. Let's give it some time, and then if you want we can sign these papers." He lifts them as he speaks.
"So you're making me number three?" I sass.
He shrugs as he throws the papers back on the director's desk. The rest of the day DiNozzo gave Jethro so much crap about how he didn't get to throw a bachelor party. I also got an ear full from Abby about how I should get a big dress. Kate was like an older sister asking me if being married is what I wanted. Her being Catholic marriage is a big thing, but after telling her how I felt, she understood.
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jimmy x reader (timeline around when abby was still in the show) reader finds out she's pregnant after her and jimmy struggling for almost a year, she waits until shes 12 weeks and certain they are safe and she reveals it to jimmy and then they tell the team!
Some content warning: mentions of past miscarriage and pregnancy related things.
I got a tiny bit angsty, so this may be more emotional hurt/comfort I hope it's everything you wanted anon.
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Stronger Together
If anyone asked Y/N what she considered the most important element in a relationship to be, she would most likely answer trust. If you didn’t have trust you didn’t have anything. Once trust was broken you could try your hardest to put it back together, but you would always see the cracks.
When trust was broken in a relationship, the relationship itself was broken.
She hadn’t always been fortunate enough to have trust in past relationships. More often than not she’d had her trust in her romantic partners shattered. Needless to say these experiences had taught her to appreciate the importance of trust.
If anyone were to ask her who she trusted the most in this world, she would easily answer without hesitation that the person she trusted above all was James “Jimmy” Palmer.
Jimmy Palmer was her soulmate. She had a deep sense of trust in him and he had a deep sense of trust in her.
She could say without any hesitation that there were no secrets between them. They had a tendency to tell one another everything.
Jimmy liked to joke that it was a part of their wedding vows, the promise to tell one another everything. He wasn’t being serious of course.
Being so open with one another was just an understanding they’d always had.
Trust was just as meaningful to Jimmy as it was to Y/N. He’d had his trust broken before and it hurt. Jimmy had gone through a fair bit of having his trust broken in a previous relationship prior to meeting Y/N. He had openly admitted to Y/N that he couldn’t tolerate secrets and dishonesty especially in a relationship.
That was why these past seven weeks had been so difficult.
She’d carried around a constant immense sense of guilt these past seven weeks. She’d been keeping such a huge secret and telling the occasional white lie to hide her secret.
She had wanted to admit the truth and say the words a million times now, but fear and anxiety kept a tight grip on her tongue. A voice in the back of her brain insisted that it was just too risky to tell him just yet.
She could distinctly remember the day she’d come to the realization that she had no choice but to keep a secret from her husband.
Y/N felt her stomach churn as she stared down at her watch before staring up at the analog clock on the wall in the lab and then down at the timer she’d set on her cell phone.
This was the longest ten minutes of her life. Though if she wanted to be technical about it, this was technically going to take longer than ten minutes. It was just ten minutes at the most for each test. There was more than one test which meant that not every test was set to show results at exactly ten minutes on the dot.
She couldn’t keep it to just one single test. She needed to have a wide range of results from multiple tests. She was a scientist through and through and had purchased multiple tests for the best comparison in her results.
Taking the tests had been more complicated than she’d assumed it would be. She knew that she must have looked absolutely out of her mind squatting over the toilet in the women’s room across from the lab holding multiple pregnancy tests in her hands attempting to shuffle them as she did all she could to to pee on one test after the other all in one go.
Any reasonable person would have waited to tackle this venture in the security of their own home.
She knew she didn’t have much of a choice though, but to take care of this at work.
She was quite certain her husband would take notice if she disappeared in the bathroom for quite a while with a jug of water and a plastic shopping bag from the local pharmacy.
So, she’d taken a more secretive option. She’d waited until Abby took her lunch break before she’d slipped into the bathroom with a bag full of pregnancy tests discreetly hidden in her purse after she’d chugged the biggest bottle of juice she could find in the vending machine.
She’d taken care of business in the bathroom before slipping back into the lab heading to the area where Abby and she kept their desks knowing that it would offer a little privacy in case anyone happened to wander into the lab.
She had a feeling that no one would interrupt her in the lab. It was a remarkably slow day. So there was little chance of anyone wandering into the lab.
She just hoped that it wasn’t as slow in Autopsy as it was in the lab.
The last thing she needed was her husband walking in on this.
She couldn’t help but to feel guilty for being so secretive about this. It was just that she couldn’t take putting the man she loved through the disappointment of what would most likely turn out to be yet another negative pregnancy test.
She tried to tell herself that she wasn’t being secretive. If anything she was doing this out of love. She was trying to protect her husband from yet another crushing letdown.
There had been so many pregnancy tests over the past year. There had been so many disappointments and crushed senses of hope as they’d endured negative test after negative test.
They’d falsely believed that this would be so easy. Each negative pregnancy test proved though that this was much more difficult than they’d ever considered.
It had been one year now, one long year of trying and failing to start their family.
With as much time as they’d devoted to trying to get pregnant, Y/N was almost surprised that sex hadn’t begun to feel like a chore. After all, when one spent so much time having sex for the explicit purpose of conceiving a child, it seemed as though it would be quite easy for intimacy to feel less like an act of love and more like a job.
Jimmy had always done all he could to consistently remind her that focusing too hard on the end result they were hoping for would most likely place too much pressure on themselves and lessen their chances of conceiving. After all, if they were both stressed and so hyper focused on getting pregnant it would most likely make intimacy less of an enjoyable act and more of a means to an end.
He’d tried so hard to keep things light and playful during their intimate moments. He’d tried hard to keep her in the moment and not so focused on what they were trying to achieve.
She would be lying though if she tried to pretend that their sex lives hadn’t become a little over technical at times. They’d tried a few unconventional things that they’d read just might increase their odds of conceiving. Though they’d doubted the validity of some of these things, they’d begun to get desperate in these past few months.
They’d tried propping her hips up on a pillow and holding her legs up after sex hoping that gravity would do its job.
They’d tried a few positions that they had read might help them conceive as it might help them achieve deeper penetration. Though they’d definitely read that there was little evidence to support that certain positions increased the odds of conceiving.
They’d taken so many ovulation tests, She was almost sure they should purchase stock in the companies that manufactured the things.
They’d scheduled sex around her ovulation cycle though that hadn’t always been easy with their schedules. They’d tried so hard to make sure that they didn’t miss out on taking advantage of her most fertile days even if they were only able to manage sleepy half paced sex after a long day at work.
They’d reduced their caffeine intake and tried to eat as healthily as possible.
They’d tried so hard to keep their stress levels down, though it wasn’t easy in either of their careers.
Jimmy had even maybe awkwardly tried to casually ask Dr. Mallard if during any of his extensive medical training he’d possibly read any studies on increasing odds of conception…it was a conversation that Jimmy was sure he’d add to his top ten most awkward social interactions of all time. After all there wasn’t a way one could approach the question without it being clear that the question wasn’t purely for advancement of Jimmy’s medical knowledge. Especially considering their careers focused on the end of life and not the creation of life.
Needless to say despite their best efforts to conceive Jimmy and Y/N had fallen into a cycle of trying so hard to conceive, getting their hopes up, and having their hopes crushed.
Y/N was beginning to feel despondent over the entire process.
She was frustrated by her body’s lack of cooperation.
She wanted to have a baby with Jimmy Palmer so badly she couldn’t stand it, but her body just wouldn’t seem to get with the program.
She had no doubt that Jimmy at times was equally as frustrated with his body’s lack of cooperation. However, he was so focused on trying to be the eternal optimist that he tried to hide his frustration.
It was something she both adored and hated about him. He was optimistic and so positive, but at times that positivity didn’t feel as comforting as he seemed to intend. It felt like he was burying his head in the sand and ignoring the cold hard truth that they were no closer to getting pregnant than they’d been when they’d started this venture 12 months before.
Y/N of course felt guilty for being so frustrated with his optimism.
She loved him so much. It had been love at first sight.
She’d been hired by Abby to work as her assistant, a job she’d been told she should feel blessed to have given Abby’s past resistance to any assistance in the lab.
Y/N had been introduced to Jimmy within her first week at NCIS and she’d been unable to deny that he was incredibly cute and sweet too. He had sort of a bashful nerdy charm to him. She’d liked him more than she wanted to admit, and of course she’d felt foolish for developing a schoolgirl crush on him.
She’d hoped that the crush would fade, but it had only grown as the months had gone by. She’d tried so hard to focus on keeping any romantic feelings at bay, but it wasn’t easy. She had discovered so many things to like about Jimmy Palmer. Jimmy was funny, sweet, intelligent, empathetic, braver than anyone gave him credit for, and passionate about his job.
It was hard to deny that her feelings for him went far beyond just coworkers who were developing a budding friendship. Of course neither had wanted to admit that their friendship often at times bordered on being quite flirty.
Abby had pointed out that Jimmy seemed sweet on Y/N numerous times, but Y/N had always laughed the claims off, unable to believe that a catch like Jimmy Palmer was even interested. She never had luck with guys. She never attracted guys who were equally attractive, kind, and intelligent. She’d joked she only ever got two out of the three but never the total package.
A night out with the rest of the NCIS crew had changed everything. A guy had gotten too handsy with Y/N obviously making her uncomfortable. Though she’d humored the guy at first and even allowed him to buy her a drink and attempt to show her how to play darts. She’d quickly grown tired of his attentions as they’d begun to become less flirty and more aggressive.
Jimmy had taken her by surprise as he’d come to her rescue. She’d been unaware that he’d maybe been keeping an eye on her the entire night trying to pretend that he wasn’t jealous that some guy was showing her attention. When it had become obvious that she wasn’t comfortable he couldn’t stand by and watch any longer.
Though most people would believe that Jimmy wasn't the most intimidating guy on the planet, he’d managed to hold his own and use his height to his advantage.
Jimmy had taken Y/N outside to get some fresh air after the entire ordeal and it had brought up an awkward conversation where a few confessions had been made between the two.
She could still remember what Jimmy had said when he’d spilled the beans about his apparent romantic feelings towards her.
“I know you can defend yourself, but I couldn’t stand by and watch someone disrespect you like that.”
He’d paused the words coming out before he could stop them. “To be honest even if the guy had been respectful, I don’t really think I could stand by all night and watch him hit on you without it feeling awful…I guess what I’m trying to say is maybe I want to be the guy who buys you drinks and plays darts with you…I wouldn’t be opposed to taking you to dinner too.”
He’d spoken again of course after the words had left him repeatedly apologizing claiming he felt like he was taking advantage of a moment when she might be feeling vulnerable and insisting he didn’t intend to make a move on her at a totally inappropriate time. He just tended to speak before thinking sometimes.
She had shut him up with a kiss to the lips and a reassurance that he was being far from inappropriate given she wasn’t quite sure she could stand by and watch some girl hit on him.
That night had led to a first date the following night and a relationship. The relationship had led to a proposal from Jimmy, a small intimate wedding ceremony, and a happy marriage.
They were ready to start a family, but it seemed that it was easier said than done.
Y/N sighed as her cell phone timer finally went off for the final time signaling that the final pregnancy test was ready to view.
She stared down at the tests anticipating another let down.
She felt the breath leave her body as she found herself not staring down at the usual selection of negative test results.
She reached down with shaking hands reading the instructions over and over again comparing them to the tests the realization of what she was looking at soaking in.
Positive, the tests were positive. She was pregnant.
She felt the tears meet her eyes at the realization that they’d done it. They’d finally done it.
As soon as the joy hit the fear had begun to creep in.
A big part of the frustration Jimmy and Y/N felt from their lack of success conceiving had been fueled by an event that they’d endured not long after they’d returned from their honeymoon.
This wasn’t their first positive pregnancy test. Not long after they’d come home from their honeymoon Y/N had a late period and they’d taken a pregnancy test not expecting much. It had been positive.
They’d been ecstatic. They’d called everyone immediately after they’d gotten the confirmation that the test wasn’t a false positive. They’d told their families, their friends, and their coworkers. Abby had even teamed up with Ducky to throw them a congratulations party at work.
As soon as the joy had set in, tragedy had followed.
Nothing could have prepared Y/N from waking up in the middle of the night with painful cramps and discovering that she was lying in a pool of her own blood.
The word had sounded so ugly when it had left the doctor’s mouth; miscarriage.
It had felt like the world was closing in on her as she sat in the emergency room taking in the bad news. She could barely concentrate on the doctor’s reassurance that she was perfectly healthy and had done nothing wrong. She couldn’t find comfort in reassurance that this loss wouldn’t impact her ability to become pregnant again. She couldn’t focus on the explanation that the fetus was most likely nonviable and her body had spontaneously miscarried. Reassurances that this often happened to many women didn’t mean a thing to Y/N.
All she could focus on was the horrifying realization that her baby was gone.
She’d felt even worse as she’d turned her head to look at her husband. Jimmy looked as though someone had just told him the world was ending. He looked like he’d been punched in the gut.
His eyes had met hers and the tears had come.
She could still remember the words he’d murmured to her as he’d taken her in his arms and rocked her against him. He’d tried so hard to be strong for her even though he was hurting too “Oh my love, I know. I have you, I’m here. I know, just let it all out. I know. I’m so sorry.”
She’d only been able to cry against him the words so desperate. “Our baby is gone. It’s not fair. I wanted it.”
He’d stroked her back the words leaving him his voice cracking, he allowing himself to fall apart as well. “I wanted it too.”
Y/N felt an icy chill run down her spine at the memory. She stared down at the positive pregnancy tests, a realization hitting her.
It had taken them so long to feel ready to try for a baby again. They’d tried so hard to make this happen. What if she miscarried again? What if she got Jimmy’s hopes up that he was going to be a father only to take it away again?
She couldn’t get Jimmy’s hopes up again. She couldn’t get everyone’s hopes up again. She wasn’t even sure she could manage to get her hopes up again. She couldn’t let everyone celebrate a new life when there was any chance that the life might be lost before they even got to bring it into the world.
She had to keep this to herself for now. She had to keep a secret from her husband.
It hadn’t been easy, keeping it to herself. She’d not told a soul no matter how badly she wanted to.
It was finally time to come clean though. These past seven weeks had passed. She was 12 weeks into her pregnancy and offically out of the danger zone.
She had to come clean and hope that everyone understood why she’d held it all in.
She tried to keep a brave face as she approached Autopsy, a gift bag clutched in her hand.
Jimmy’s lunch break was about to start and she knew she couldn’t wait until tonight to tell him. She’d waited long enough.
She tried to hide her anxiety hoping that Jimmy didn’t find anything amiss by her sudden visit to Autopsy.
She’d purposely avoided it lately due to nausea. Though to be honest the first trimester nausea was still hanging around. It wasn’t nearly as intense as it had been at least.
Hiding the symptoms of her pregnancy hadn’t been simple. Thankfully the first trimester had just been filled with exhaustion and the occasional bout of nausea. She had been able to convince everyone that she was just overworked and her immune system was probably struggling with the workload. No one had doubted or questioned her explanation.
She hadn’t brought up trying for a baby. Work had been pretty hectic lately. Jimmy and she made love but the discussion of conceiving hadn’t been brought up. Jimmy hadn’t questioned it thankfully. She was sure the guilt would have swallowed her whole if he had brought up conceiving not aware that they’d already succeeded.
She’d even managed to have her first doctors appointment in secret writing it off as a normal gynecologist appointment when Jimmy had asked. It had been a guilt filled experience.
She’d tried to silence her guilt telling herself that it was only one appointment and it had just been to confirm her pregnancy and reassure her that everything was normal and healthy. Jimmy would have plenty of appointments to attend with her for the remainder of this pregnancy.
She was relieved to find that there were no guests lying out on the autopsy tables as she entered the room.
Even if her nausea had lessened she wasn’t sure she could handle the gore at the moment.
Jimmy kissed her cheek thankfully not questioning her sudden appearance even if he did seem to be caught off guard by it.
“Ready for lunch?” She asked hoping that she didn’t sound as nervous as she felt.
“Yeah, I think I’m good to go. It’s actually been a pretty slow day. Dr. Mallard told me to take an early lunch break, but I wanted our lunches to sync up together.” Jimmy explained reaching into his scrubs pants pocket verifying that he did in fact have his wallet and his phone.
He went to the coat rack Dr. Mallard kept in the corner of the room locating the laptop case he carried to work and finding his car keys.
Y/N let him take her hand in his thankful that he didn’t question the gift bag in her hand just yet.
They didn’t have to go far to get lunch given that there was a bistro not too far from NCIS headquarters.
They did decide to get take out though knowing that the day was nice enough that they could most likely just sit outside of NCIS headquarters and take their time to enjoy lunch in the fresh air.
Y/N felt her throat grow tight as Jimmy finally acknowledged the gift bag she had placed beside her as they sat to eat. “What’s with the gift bag?”
“It’s kind of for you.” Y/N admitted taking a deep breath hoping that this was the best way to spill the beans to him.
Jimmy widened his eyes taking a bite of his sandwich speaking between bites. “Why a gift for me? I’m pretty sure it’s not my birthday…right. I mean I know work’s been busy lately but I don’t think I missed my own birthday. I am also more than sure that it’s not Valentine's Day. I know it’s definitely not our anniversary because you would have killed me for getting this far into the day without me acknowledging that it’s our anniversary. So, what’s the occasion?”
Y/N took a deep breath picking up the bag handing it over to him. “It’s just better if you open it.”
He placed his sandwich down in his carry out box wiping his hands on a napkin before he took the gift bag.
He opened it peering down into the bag as he began to remove items.
He furrowed his brow as he stared down at the first item. He held up the book a look of confusion washing over his features “Winnie the Pooh?”
Y/N felt her throat grow tight as she nodded at the bag. “There’s more.”
He placed the book aside reaching back into the bag pulling out two more items staring down at them. The crochet booties were a pale yellow and if they weren’t enough to explain it the sonogram scan he was holding in his hand fully explained it.
He spoke his voice filled with disbelief as he struggled to place his words together. “I…you’re, we’re...”
He paused, taking a shaky breath. “You’re pregnant…how, when?”
“Twelve weeks…I’m twelve weeks.” Y/N explained her stomach in knots, unable to read his expression.
“How long have you known?” He asked, still staring down at the items in his hands, the sonogram seeming to capture most of his attention.
“I knew at five weeks…I took a test…I took more than one test. The doctor confirmed it with the sonogram week seven.” She admitted the knots in her stomach were growing more and more furled and tight.
She continued to study him, his expression still so unreadable.
Guilt began to cloud her mind a voice in the back of her brain claiming that he was upset with her that she’d kept this to herself for seven weeks. She’d excluded him from the first trimester. Her attempt to protect him had hurt him.
The tears begin to set in guilt becoming overwhelming. She spoke, babbling her voice breaking as she frantically tried to wipe her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry”.
Jimmy took her by surprise pulling her against him holding her against him. Jimmy shifted both items he’d been holding to one hand using his free hand to rub her back. “Slow down, take a breath. Just slow down and breathe, my love.”
She tried to to follow his advice the guilt shoving her into a full blown panic attack. He continued to rub her back his voice soft. “Twelve weeks.”
She spoke her voice weepy the guilt still hanging over her. “I wanted to tell you a thousand times. I was just so scared.”
“Scared of what?” Jimmy asked his voice thankfully not harsh though her mind insisted she deserved it.
She felt her throat grow tight, deciding to just spill it all out. “I kept thinking back to the last time.”
Jimmy furrowed his brow, taking him a moment to realize what she meant by the last time.
She spoke again, her voice still weepy. “I kept thinking about how you looked that night in the ER. You were trying so hard to be strong for me, but you were hurting too. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. After we miscarried I did a lot of research into it…I’m a scientist. Research is what I do. A small percentage of women experience multiple miscarriages. It’s a small percentage, but it happens. I just kept thinking about how much trouble we’ve had conceiving when it was so easy to get pregnant the first time. I was afraid that it’s all my body…that there’s something wrong with me. I knew we wanted to get pregnant so bad, but I was so afraid of my body. I couldn’t get your hopes up knowing that there was even a chance of me losing this pregnancy.”
Jimmy spoke continuing to rub her back his voice soft. “Honey..”
He didn’t have a chance to speak as she spoke again interrupting him. “I know it wasn’t my choice to make…keeping you in the dark. I didn’t involve you in my decision. I wanted to protect you and I kept you in the dark. I always told you I’d never keep anything from you and I broke my promise. I hurt you. You’re the last person I want to hurt. You have the right to be angry with me.”
He shushed her pressing a kiss to her temple fast to speak before she had a chance to keep talking. “You should have told me, but I can understand why you were afraid. I love you too much to be angry. You were scared sweetheart, and we’ve struggled to make this happen. We’ve had our hopes destroyed so many times. We wanted this so bad. I can’t blame you for being afraid it was going to be taken away. You don’t have to be scared alone though. You never have to be afraid by yourself. I’d much rather be afraid together than be afraid alone.”
She sniffled her voice weak. “You always try to be the strong one for me. I guess I thought I should be strong for you for once. If I had to be afraid alone I thought it was okay because at least you didn’t have to be scared too.”
“You are strong for me…when we lost the baby…I felt so guilty. You had to go through all the physical aspects of it along with the emotional pain. I only had to feel the emotional pain. I thought that you were stronger than me for that. I never told you that…I should have. Never doubt how strong you are. I think we’re both strong for each other. I think we're strongest together. That's why our marriage works. We're at our strongest when we can lean on each other.” Jimmy reassured her, squeezing her a little tighter.
He dared to pull back from her his hand pressing to her stomach his voice soft the guilt fading from her all the more. “A baby, my baby. I did that?”
She managed to speak a weepy laugh leaving her. “It’s hard to comprehend, but the sonogram kind of makes it a little more real.”
He stared down at the sonogram still in his hand. “It’s healthy right? I mean, everything looked okay on the sonogram?”
“Everything looks good so far. The is the only sonogram I’ve had so far….they wanted to do one this soon given…the miscarriage…You really can’t see much of anything. I keep thinking it kind of looks like a peanut…They think we’ll be able to hear the heartbeat next sonogram. They could see the heart starting to develop in this sonogram, but we couldn’t hear it…the doctor said it’s nothing to panic over though.” She explained almost relieved she hadn’t heard the heartbeat without him.
She spoke again sharing the other news he’d missed at the appointment. “My estimated due date is November 15th.”
“It missed my birthday.” He remarked his eyes still locked on her stomach his hand beginning to rub it.
He spoke again, his eyes turning to look at the book he’d placed beside them. “Winnie the Pooh?”
“I remembered what your mom sent the last time…the stuffed animal…like the one you had. I wanted to get another one, but…I just couldn’t. I thought the book might be a good start…maybe we can get the stuffed animal after they’re here.” She explained his eyes growing a little damp as it hit him.
The stuffed animal his mother had send the last time they’d gotten pregnant. It had been a Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal. Jimmy had one when he was a child. Jimmy was pretty sure his grandmother had gotten it for him at Sears for Christmas.
Of course the one Jimmy’s mother had sent for her future grandchild hadn’t been from the 1980s like Jimmy’s had been.
He spoke nodding his head. “It’s a good start. It’s a great start. The booties?”
“I figured yellow was a good choice. We don’t know if it's a boy or a girl.” She explained.
Jimmy was fast to speak certain of the words. “Boy or girl, I love it. I love both of you.”
“I love you too.” She responded relieved as his lips met hers all of the fear and doubt she’d felt disappearing.
They sat in silence for a moment as their lips parted Jimmy not pulling his hand from her stomach they soaking up the moment. Y/N felt like she could breathe clearly for the first time in months.
Jimmy finally spoke breaking the silence. “Can we tell everyone? Is that okay?”
“Yeah. We can tell everyone.” She replied knowing it was time to come clean to everyone.
She was surprised as he reached into his scrubs pants pocket fishing out his cell phone. She watched a little confused as he opened his contacts finding the number he was searching for. He spoke fast to say the words. “Abby can you gather everyone in the lab? Y/N and I have something to say and everyone needs to be there.”
She watched as he finally got off the phone, somehow resisting Abby’s insistence to explain his request further. He spoke, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “I thought the lab would be better than Autopsy. I don’t know how I feel about announcing we’re having a baby, in Autopsy…I mean I know my job is a huge part of my life and our kid will most likely figure out what I do for a living and isn’t going to totally escape dead body talk…but announcing our kid’s existence there might inspire Baby Autopsy Gremlin jokes from Tony.”
“I thought you like the Autopsy Gremlin jokes.” She replied.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek quick to respond. “I like them fine, but I would prefer our baby be spared from it.”
She let him take her hand in his as he stood up helping her gather their things he clearly ready to go share the news.
She took a deep breath ready to completely spill the beans. She felt her stomach flip as it hit her they still had to call their parents.
………………………………………………..
She stood by Jimmy’s side as everyone crowded into Abby’s lab it a tight fit. Autopsy probaby would have had more room, but she had to agree with Jimmy that the idea of sharing the news of a new life in a place where death was so prominent seemed a little too uncomfortable.
Jimmy held her hand scrambling a bit with the gift bag to find just what he was looking for with his free hand.
He felt his cheeks flush the bag almost falling to the floor until Y/N reached out with her free hand steadying it.
He finally found what he needed Y/N taking the bag from him allowing him a bit more freedom of movement.
He held up the sonogram picture proudly, his chin tilted up, his chest puffed out ever so slightly as he spoke. “We’re having a baby. We’re twelve weeks in. I’m going to be a dad”.
Y/N and Jimmy weren’t shocked by the rush towards them their coworkers crowding them the sonogram easily being passed around as well as congratulations.
Y/N twisted her lips trying not to chuckle realizing Tony was predictable as Tony spoke, staring down at it. “Baby Gremlin looks like a peanut.”
Jimmy narrowed his eyes, a huff leaving him. “No Baby Gremlin jokes, and it’s beautiful. If it's shaped like a peanut it’s the most beautiful peanut I’ve ever seen.”
Gibbs was fast to respond giving Jimmy’s shoulder a pat. “Spoken like a true father Palmer.”
They were surprised by the hug that came from Abby with exclamations containing babysitting offers.
More hugs followed from McGee and Ziva who were less eager to make any offers of future babysitting.
Ducky was quick to offer hugs as well quick to remark. “I am still open to being Grandducky.”
Jimmy and Y/N felt their throats grow tight knowing that with their last pregnancy the concept of Grandducky had come up.
Any sense of sorrow was overshadowed by the joy they felt spotting the sonogram knowing it would be different this time.
Jimmy was fast to speak. “They couldn’t ask for a better Grandducky.”
Jimmy held Y/N against him as there was more talk among their work-family about the newest edition to the Palmer family.
Jimmy pressed his lips to her temple, his voice soft as his free hand reached down pressing against her stomach. “I love you.”
“I love you. We both do.” Y/N replied any fear and anxiety she’d felt so far away now.
This had been a difficult seven weeks, but she knew the remainder of her pregnancy would be far less difficult.
Even if she was scared, she wouldn’t have to be scared alone. Jimmy was right. They were strongest together.
#Jimmy Palmer#Jimmy Palmer/reader#Jimmy Palmer/y/n#Jimmy Palmer fanfiction#Jimmy Palmer fanfic#ncis fanfic#fanfiction#no beta we die like men#it's six am and I barely proofread this
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Comfort Tiva Drabble
“Just close your eyes, I will still be here when you open them”
As the moonlight flooded in from his bedroom window, Tony couldn’t help but drink in all of Ziva’s features. The curve of her nose, the scoop of her neck, the splash of freckles that dripped down her chest. She looked so peaceful sleeping next to him. When her guard was down she looked so innocent, free of the emotional baggage gathered from growing up a Mossad assassin. He loved that she let him see this side of her.
Reaching out, Tony lightly traced the scar running across her left bicep. During a case a handful of years ago she had single handedly taken out three drug dealers, but had not initially seen the fourth wielding a knife. When he aimed the blade directly at her heart, Ziva reacted - but not soon enough. The knife whizzed by, slicing her in the arm before sticking in the wall behind her. Tony had arrived in time to see the man standing above her, ready to deliver the final blow as her blood pooled around them. While he had been so scared at the time, he couldn’t help but smile now. Helping her with her recovery was what had set their relationship in motion.
At his touch Ziva’s eyes fluttered open, panicked at first before softening when she realized where she was. That she was safe. Several years ago he would have been on his back with her hands around his throat for that, but the healing powers of time and companionship had started to relieve her of her traumas. She had come a long way from the woman who slept with one eye open and never let anyone get too close. Sure, she was still cautious. But Ziva trusted Tony to her core and allowed herself the comforts she had been denied for so long. She could now sleep without fear of attack.
Tony moved his hand to cradle her face, the pad of his thumb moving back and forth against her soft lips. He could feel the warmth of her even breaths as she fought off sleep.
“Good morning, my early worm.” Ziva whispered, capturing his hand in hers. Tony smiled, both at her words and her action. Her grasp of the English language had grown over the years, but from time to time an erroneous idiom still slipped out.
“Bird, Ziva. The early bird gets the worm.” To this she shrugged, stretching her limbs still stiff from sleep. Ziva smiled at him, turning with her stretch to nestle in close. She rested her head on Tony’s shoulder, breathing in his scent. He could see the moment Ziva realized what day it was as her smile fell. Comforting arms snaked around her warm body and held on tight. Tony knew how hard this anniversary was for her and all he wanted to do was keep Ziva close and never let go.
They stayed intertwined like this for a while, neither wanting to shatter the moment. Tony was the one to move first, pressing a kiss to Ziva’s temple. He could only hope she felt how loved she was. With a sigh, Ziva tucked her head under his chin as she listened for the beat of his heart through his chest. Some days hearing that steady rhythm was the only thing that kept her grounded when she began to feel overwhelmed. There were so many things Tony wanted to say to her, but now was not the time. She needed her rest now more than ever. Hoping to drift off back to sleep, he spoke into her hair.
“I know what this day means to you, but let’s not jump on it quite yet. Just close your eyes, I will still be here when you open them.” Tony could feel Ziva start to relax, her body melting into his side. His left hand began to wander, only stopping to sprawl across the rapidly growing curve of Ziva’s abdomen.
#this started out pretty dark ngl but it ended up so much lighter#ncis#tiva#tony dinozzo#ziva david#tiva fanfiction#tiva fanfic#tiva fluff#tiva drabble#ncis fanfiction#tiva comfort#ncis fanfic#new drabble#my babies#my work#fanfic#my fic
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Heads Up 7 Up
I was tagged by @loudlooks (thank you!)
Tagging anyone who wants to participate! 7 lines out of context, GO!
🙏🙏🙏 it's been so long since I've written Tiva fanfic (does anyone miss me?), much less finished anything 😭 but I've had this WIP where Tony doesn't get shot at in his apartment in 11x01 on my phone for years now and maybe one day I'll finally get to it and post it 🫡
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"Did you bring me all the way here just to cook for you, Ms. David?" Tony teased, leaning in closer and taking the ingredients from her hands.
Ziva deviously stared right back at him and said "Yes," with a short nod, though Tony knew she was kidding.
Nevertheless, he got to work preparing his famous spaghetti sauce while Ziva got out the rest of the ingredients for the pasta, garlic bread, and salad. Tony set the sauce to simmer for a while, turning to lean on the counter and look at Ziva some more.
Several possible good conversation starters were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't make himself say any of them. You look beautiful. I'm glad I came. I'm in love with you.
#shhh just pretend this is seven lines and not eight#tag game#ncis fanfic#tiva fanfic#back to my roots yo#its been 84 years#actually 10 🤯#tiva#ncis#wip#fic amnesty 🙏#i need to get my butt back in gear#heads up 7 up#if you want to be tagged in this completed fic let me know#that might be the motivation i need to clean it up and post
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