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Gibbs: *Accidentally hits Y/N in the face*
Gibbs: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*
Gibbs: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!
Y/N: What’s wrong with you?!
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Unlucky - Chapter 2
I'm very happy to see how well this series is being received!! I'm having fun working on this! Keep telling if you like it!
NCIS x Criminal Minds crossover!!
Summary: You’re Emily Prentiss’s little sister, you work for NCIS and when your team got a case in Quantico, it’s time for her to meet your team and for you to meet hers…
Pairings: sister!Emily Prentiss x Reader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Reader (and maybe more…)
Warnings: smut towards the end; car sex, unprotected sex
Words count: 2.4k
Prologue - Chapter 1
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You always put your foot in your mouth. That was your thing, you knew it but somehow you couldn’t help it. You felt terrible during lunch, and planned on apologizing to Hotch as soon as you were done. Emily talked with McGee about the case and then about you. You listened without really listening.
When you were almost done eating, Gibbs and Ziva came back with important information about the case and the victim. Emily left the room to let the team work - reluctantly, she really wanted to stay. They told you and McGee what they learned and you told them what you found and what Ducky found.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asked, concerned.
“She put her foot in her mouth again.” Tim told her.
“Oh, with your sister?”
You shook your head no. “Her boss. I’m going to apologize actually.” You stood up, feeling Gibbs’s gaze on you. “I know about Rule 6, but this is different.” You said.
“Did I say anything?” He shot back.
“No, but—no you didn’t. I’ll be right back.”
You left the conference room and walked up to your sister’s desk. “Is Hotch still here?” You asked her, looking over her shoulder.
“Yup. Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
You went to his office and knocked. You were that his “come in” wasn't a happy one, like he was annoyed to be disturbed. “You sure I can?” You asked, just popping your head through the door.
“Yes, Y/N.” So you did and stood across his desk.
“I want to apologize for what I said. It was insensitive, and a poor choice of words.”
Hotch looked at you and noticed the very formal posture you had; you were standing straight, chin high, your hand on your back. It clearly was something you picked up for your time as a Marine, but it felt wrong for Hotch. “Am I supposed to dismiss you so you’d stand normally?” He raised an eyebrow at you. You understood what he meant and relaxed, putting your arms on your sides.
“Yeah, that was very formal, wasn’t it?”
“Old habits die hard, I guess.”
“Exactly.” You sighed. “Are we good? I really don’t want to start on the wrong foot. Emily cares a lot about you and the team and—“
“We’re fine, Y/N.” He cut you off and you sighed in relief.
“Thank you! Thanks! I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know.” He straight up on his chair, “I guess it hurt because you were right.”
You watched him stare at his wedding ring. You could tell how hard it was from him to accept that his marriage was over. Not that you’d understand, and know how he felt, but you felt for him. Emily told you about his divorce, but only the big lines. From what you understood, his wife - and mother of his son - had enough of his job, and how much it took him away from them.
You started to walk backwards to leave him alone but you saw him taking the ring off. His gesture surprised you but you didn’t say anything. “Can you keep it?” He asked, opening his hand where the ring was over you. You were even more surprised by his request, and took a few steps forward.
“What?”
“Can you keep this ring until you’re going back to DC?” He asked again, sure of himself.
“I don’t—“ you didn’t know what to say. “Are you asking me to be your Frodo?” Despite making a pop culture reference, you were pretty serious and concerned about his request, but Hotch chuckled.
“I guess I am.”
“Why?” You softly reached for the ring that was still in his palm. Your fingers brushed his skin, and you closed your eyes for a moment, trying not to think about whatever you felt in your body.
“Well, since we were having this conversation, I guess I can ask you to keep it and make sure you won’t give it back to me no matter what.” He sighed. “Maybe it’ll help.”
“I don’t think it’s just about the ring, Hotch.” You admitted.
“Surely not. But it’s a start.”
“Okay then.” You put the ring in your pocket, feeling Hotch’s gaze on you. “I won’t give it back to you even if you beg.” You silently cursed yourself for using those words.
“I don’t beg.” He chuckled.
“Let’s make that your next obstacle.” Could you never shut up? This was your sister’s boss and you were talking to him like he was someone you’ve known for months and were familiar with. Blushing at your behavior, you started to walk towards the door again.
“I'd like to have other obstacles before that one.” He said.
“Like what?” You couldn’t help but ask, as your hand reached for the door handle.
“Considering dating again, for example.”
“Well, once you’ll be back on the horse, it won't be hard for you.”
With that, you left. You’ve said enough to Aaron Hotchner for now.
As soon as the door closed, Hotch covered his face with his hands. Why the hell did he do something like this? For the moment he left the conference room after what you said, he tried to take his ring off but he couldn’t. It clearly wasn’t about the ring, it was about accepting that his marriage with Haley was over after many years and a baby. He never wanted his son to be a child of divorce but here they were now. Haley made her decision a while ago, the divorce had been pronounced and there was nothing left to do.
And he understood that when you were standing in front of him. Because for the first time in a very long time, he pictured himself being with someone. Someone other than his ex-wife. And he hated to admit that you, Emily Prentiss’s young sister, did that for him. It would never be something he’d pursue, but a man could still let his imagination run free, right?
Especially after that last sentence…
As you were going to your team, Emily stopped you. “I’m gonna go home and take a nap.” She informed you.
“You know that you didn’t have to come in the first place?” You laughed.
“True, but it was fun. Things are good between you and Hotch?”
“Yes, everything’s clear.”
“Great. Now, I may have told the team that you were here—“
“Okay, so?”
“They want to get some drinks tonight, with you.”
“In case it’s not very clear, I’m working here, Em. I can’t—“
“Oh come on! You’re not going to pull an all-nighter, right?”
“I don’t know yet. It’s barely 2pm. Let’s do that when the case is over?”
“Fine. Most of them will be here tomorrow anyway. See ya.”
She kissed your cheek and left the office to take her much needed nap.
You joined back your team, and the entire afternoon was about the case. The more you investigated, the more complicated it was becoming. You had no idea where it was going, but around nine pm, Gibbs told you to call it a night.
You all walked out of the FBI office together. Before reaching the elevator, you felt Tony’s arm wrapping itself around your shoulders. “Baby Prentiss.”
You rolled your eyes, “What, Junior?”
“First, don’t call me that in front of your sister, please. And second, can I have your sister’s number?”
“Over my dead body.” You firmly answered.
“Aw, come on!”
“You are relentless.” Ziva stated.
“Leave her alone, DiNozzo.” Gibbs gave Tony his second headslap of the day. He let go of your shoulders but stayed close to you.
“Y/N, your sister’s hot. I’m hot. We’d—“ he stopped talking when you punched his shoulder. “Ow!” He rubbed the spot you just hit.
“Be grateful I went for your shoulder.”
The elevator’s doors opened and you all got in. “Fine, I’ll just directly ask her.”
You wanted to punch him again, but Gibbs wrapped his arm around you, holding you in place; your back against his chest. You were small compared to him - which was something he liked a lot - but you’ve proven multiple times that you could kick his ass, and definitely Tony’s. Your small size was actually an advantage, because it made you fast and sneaky.
“I can’t wait for her to turn you down.” You smirked, knowing that a man like Tony was Emily’s type.
Gibbs held you against him until the lift was over and it surprised you that no one seemed to care or even paid attention.
Since Emily was the one to drive in the morning, Gibbs offered to drop you off at her place, while the others used the van to go back to the hotel. During the ride, he noticed how silent you were, deep in thoughts, so he gently put his hand on your thigh and rubbed small circles with his thumb. “Everything okay there?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah. Just thinking.”
“I can see that, and I know it’s not about the case.”
You growled at that, “Stop reading me like an open book.”
And he chuckled, “That’s the thing about you, Y/N. You wear your feelings and emotions on your sleeves.”
“Trust me I know, I was reprimanded way too much on that by my commanders. Do you think it makes me—weak?”
“Not the word I’d choose.”
“And what word would you choose?”
Gibbs silently kept driving for a moment, thinking. “Pure.” He said, “Too pure.”
“Wow,” you laughed. “That’s what you’re going with?”
“It is.”
You took a long look at him and understood that he didn’t like you laughing at the word he chose. You could see his jaw clenched, so you reached for his hair and stroked it a little. You knew it soothed him.
“Why do you think you’re weak?” He finally asked.
“It’s not just weakness, it’s—“ you inhaled deeply, “All my life my parents compared me to Em. I wasn’t wanted, I was born twelve years after the only kid they wanted and they spent all those years making me feel inferior to my sister, in every way possible.” Gibbs held your hand in his and squeezed it gently. He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you and he saw the tears in your eyes. It hurt him to see you hurt. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Emily more than anyone in this world. It’s not her fault the parents were like this with me. I mean, she doesn’t know half of it.”
“Maybe you should tell her, then?”
“No way, it would make her feel so bad.”
“But right now, you’re the one feeling bad.”
“It’s okay.”
“No,” he kissed your knuckles, “it’s not.”
You told Gibbs what was wrong but you didn’t want to go any further than that. So you just closed your eyes and enjoyed his tenderness until you reached for your sister’s building. “That’s her parking lot?” Gibbs asked, pointing at a garage door.
“Yup,”
“Do you have the key?”
“Yes,” you said, showing the key that you already were holding. “Why?”
“Open it.”
You looked at him, puzzled but he just smirked. You opened the door and he drove inside. He spent a moment driving around the parking lot, until he found the most hidden spot.
Gibbs turned off the engine, grabbed your stuff and threw them in the back and proceeded to bring you on his lap. “Are you serious?” You chuckled, and he answered with a kiss. As he found your sensitive spot in your neck, his hands roomed under your shirt, where he touched every inch of skin. You found the button to lay the seat back, taking Gibbs by surprise. You immediately crashed against his chest and kissed him passionately.
You felt the bulge in his pants as he worked on unbuttoning yours. He grabbed handfuls on your flesh, and you moaned in his mouth. “Take those off.” He told you and you got back on your seat to take your shoes and pants off. He freed his cock from his briefs and stroked himself as he stared at you. You playfully threw your soaked panties to his face, and he grabbed them before inhaling deeply into it.
You climbed on top of him again, his hard cock teasing your entrance. It was quite dark but you still could make each other’s faces out and you stared at each other as you welcomed his length inside your cunt. He rubbed your clit with his thumb a little before you even moved, and then he brought you against his chest and started to thrust. It was slow and deep at first, neither of you spoke. You just kissed, touched and held each other, until he eventually fastened the pace and you met his movements.
“Yes, Gibbs! Fuck!” You cried in his ear, feeling your orgasm building itself.
“You’re so good, sweetheart. So good,” he whispered.
Gibbs was hard to read, even during sex, but you’ve learned in the past year that he’s close to come when his hands grab your skin in a death grip - that sometimes leaves bruises. So you reassured him, “I’m so close. Yes, right there!”
He kept his brutal pace until he felt your pussy and body clenching onto you, and it was his undoing. He came deep inside you and that feeling almost made you come a second time.
You stayed on top of him for a moment as you were both catching your breaths. No matter how tough the man appeared to everyone, he was also the most thoughtful and tender man you’ve ever been with. He rubbed your back and placed small kisses on your forehead until you kissed him and got back to your seat.
It was only then that it hit you; you hadn’t used protection for the first time. You could feel his cum coming out of your pussy, probably dripping on his cushion.
“It’s kinda late to ask this but I hope you’re not seeing anyone else, Gibbs.” You told him as you put your clothes back on.
“And I hope you’re on birth control, otherwise we’re going to CVS right now.” He answered right away, fixing himself up.
“I’m on birth control.” You reassured him. “You’re not asking if I’m seeing someone else?”
He didn’t say a word. Gibbs just looked at him and smirked, like he knew you were not seeing anyone else. Granted, he was right but his assumption pissed you off. Like, did he assume that no one else would be interested in you? Or that you were so into him that you didn’t want to be with someone else? Either option upsetted you.
You finished putting your clothes back on, threw a cold “see you tomorrow” and left.
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REPEAT PLEASE
NCIS Imagine
AN: Thank you so much for this request, I really enjoyed writing this <3
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Request: Imagine being an agent and you get a call from an insurance company giving you the name of suspect and it's Russian, you try to spell it but you keep asking them to say it again. Before you just have them spell it out, meanwhile the team is just staring at you.
You were exhausted. You hadn't slept in...yeah. You didn't know. Your body was running on black bitter coffee that wasn't even hot anymore. You collapsed on the chair behind your desk, exhaling loudly. Tony looked up immediatly and smirked. "Already tired?"
You just shot him a glare which made him duck his head before he would die.
He shouldn't make such a comment. Sitting in the office all day, pretending to work on his computer when he did not have a single idea how to solve this case. He had probably used the time where Gibbs and you were away to check a potencial suspect to close his eyes and enjoy the quiet hours before the boss came back. At least he looked like he had just woken up. Good for him Gibbs didn't return with you because he promised to bring a new cup of coffee.
"Leave her alone, Tony. She's been working, you know."
McGee snapped back.
You turned on your computer. Your eyes protested at the bright light and you closed your eyes shortly to ease the burn. Leaning back you tried to figure out your next steps. All leads had resultet in a dead end and you wouldn't wanna risk Gibbs mood to turn bad any longer.
Ziva came back from what has probably been the toilet.
She came to a stop in front of your desk, watching you curiously. "Anything successfull?"
You shook your head. "No. She didn't do it. But there was something-"
It must've looked to Ziva as if a lightbulb just lightened up above your head. Your eyes widened and you couldn't hold back a satisfied smile. Zivas eyebrows lifted.
"Y/N. What is it?"
Your fingers immediatly found your keyboard and suddenly your burning eyes were glued to the screen.
"The insurance number..." You murmured. The web told you the number of the insurance company and your fingers reached for the phone typing in the number quickly.
As you listened to the nerve-dying waiting-music and impatiently tapped with your fingers on the top of your desk Gibbs returned from his coffee-run, placing a cup of your favourite liquid on your desk and slipped out of his coat before taking a seat behind his desk.
Gibbs had just started interrogating Tony about his progress when finally a female voice appeared on the other end of the line.
"Good Morning, how can I help you?"
"Hello, this is Special Agent Y/L/N from NCIS. I need to assign an insurance number."
"NCIS? What does that stand for?"
You sighed. "Naval Criminal Investigative Service."
There was a moment of silence. She was probably searching the Internet to see if this authority actually existed. Sad.
"Okay Agent Y/L/N. If you could tell me the number?"
You told her everything she needed to know whereupon she politely told you to "Please wait a moment."
Your whole attention concentrated on finding that voice in your ear again. You nervously chewed on your lower lip. A bad habit.
"Okay Miss Y/L/N. The number is assigned to a certain Andrej Kudrjawzew."
Your heart skipped a beat. Russian. Now it all made sense. You rushed to grab a piece of paper and a pencil.
"Could you repeat the name please?"
"Andrej Kudrjawzew."
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand. I think there was a noise in the line. Please repeat another time."
"An-drej Ku-drjaw-zew."
You huffed. "I'm really sorry. One last time please."
"His name is An-drej Ku-drjaw-zew." From the tone of her voice you could tell that if you'd ask her to repeat one more time, she would simply yell it into the speaker.
You allowed yourself a moment of rest and looked upward. You almost felt from the chair when ypu were confronted with four pairs of amused eyes. You instantly felt your cheeks heat up and you avoided being under their emberassing watch for any longer. Focussing on the empty piece of paper in front of you again it was almost painful to ask again.
"Could you just spell it out for me, please?"
An annoyed sigh from the other end of the line made you cringe. The women spelled it out for you extra slowly and you could tell that she was more than relieved when you wished her a good afternoon and said goodbye.
You teared your note from the blog and jumped up your chair. "Good news?" Gibbs blue eyes pierced into yours. Still that damn smirk on his face along with DiNozzos.
"Got him. His name is-" Before you could emberass yourself any further Gibbs stole the note out of your hands and read it out loud. "Andrej Kudrjawzew."
You cleared your throat quietly. "Exactly."
Smirking he grabbed his coat. "Let's go."
The team grabbed their stuff and rushed to the elevator.
Tony bumped into your side softly and grinned.
"Troubles getting the name right, doll?"
"Shut up, DiNozzo."
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Hello! I have a request for you! Can you please do number 3, 21, and 64 for Gibbs? I’m feeling really fluffy rn and could use this for later. Thank you! You’re work is amazing! ❤️❤️
Can We Cuddle?
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader
Prompts: "Can we cuddle? Please"?, "Have you seen my hoodie?", Caught by the team
A/n: thank you!! Hope you enjoy, I love soft Gibbs <3
Blurb Weekend!!
Gibbs walked up from the basement, wiping the sawdust off his hands. He reaches the top steps and looks around for you, but you are nowhere to be found.
"Sweetheart?"
He knows it's late, but usually you wait up for him on nights like this.
Gibbs walks to the kitchen, only to find it empty. Same with the living room, the office, and even the bathrooms. He finally walks upstairs and finds you curled up in bed, hugging a pillow close to your chest.
"There ya are." He grunts as he walks in.
"Hey baby." You respond, burrowing further into the pillow. Gibbs watched, adoration filling his heart. "What time is it?" Your voice is groggy and heavy with sleep.
"Midnight." He murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head.
"Mmm." You humm, drifting off to sleep again. Gibbs walks to the bathroom, washes up, brushes his teeth and comes back to the bedroom, finding you already back to sleep.
He shucks off his shirt and throws on a pair of sweatpants before crawling into bed behind you. He felt you shift as you turned to face him.
"Can we cuddle? Please?" You ask him sleepily. He chuckles before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. He pushes his hand under your sweatshirt and the other tucks under the pillow, cradling your head. Your legs tangled together and you sigh happily.
Gibbs lays there for a second before realizing what you are wearing.
"Is that my hoodie?" He asks, but by then, your eyes are closed again and your breathing has evened out. He's skeptical, but he assumes you have fallen asleep. Gibbs just chuckles again and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.
"I love ya sweetheart." He whispers.
A few moments pass by in silence.
"I love you too." You breathe out.
"I knew you were awake!" He exclaims and you giggle.
"Oh just go to sleep, Jet." And he did, snuggling in even closer.
"He'll be fine with it if we end up saving his life!" Tony whisper shouts. He creeps down Gibb's hallway, gun drawn, Ziva right behind him. They reach Gibb's door and Tony looks up.
"1.. 2.. 3!" He shouts on 3, kicking open the door. It swings open with a loud bang.
You and Jethro shoot up, eyes wide. You almost instantly reach for your gun when you realize who's at the door.
"The hell?" Gibbs let's out, anger present in his voice. Dinozzo looks like he was going to answer before he realized it was you in Gibb's bed.
"S-sorry boss. You weren't… answering your phone." He mutters slowly backing up before Gibbs gets too angry.
"The one day I sleep in." He groans and shifts. "Well you see me. I'm fine. Ill be in in an hour." Ziva and Tony just stand there staring for what feels like forever.
"You can leave." You speak up from the bed, curling back into Jethro's side.
"Now!" He raises his voice and the agents scurry out.
"Well that happened." You say once their gone. He looks down at you and brings a hand to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear.
"Well, at least now, I can sneak in a kiss at work, and not worry about bein' caught." He jokes and you laugh bringing your lips to his.
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One and One and One Makes Three - NCIS Reader Insert
Pairing: Gibbs x fem!reader
Warnings: pregnant reader, pregnancy symptoms, age gap between reader and Gibbs, mentions of anxious/nervous feelings, fluff! (Wow! It's been a while)
Word count: 1104
Request: anonymous
“can i request an “im pregnant” au with gibbs?? And how good father he is!!”
A/N: I know you requested an au, which in my head means a headcannon, but this idea is actually in my list of fics to write 😉, so I decided to give you a one-shot😁 Enjoy!!
It feels like your whole body is jittering as you wait in front of the small vanity in your bathroom. The cheerfully bright pink and white pregnancy test sitting on the marbled countertop is the only thing keeping you from knowing whether your life had just changed forever. Or rather, the three minutes until the test is complete is all that stands between you and the unknown.
You start drumming your fingertips along the edge of the porcelain sink, trying desperately to find some way to release your anxious energy without somehow catching the attention of your NCIS agent husband, who was known for knowing exactly what was going on at all times. The drumming of your fingers turns into tapping your feet which leads to you nervously hopping around the small bathroom, trying to distract yourself from the seconds that are slowly ticking by.
As you impatiently wait, your energy pouring out into short, vigorous strides as you pace the length of the bathroom, you can’t help but wonder what a baby would do to your life, to Jethro’s life, and the life the two of you shared together.
You hadn’t thought that children were ever going to be in the cards for you. At first, you’d thought that it was because you hadn’t found the right guy, only stumbling upon Jethro after years of dating one wrong guy after the other. In fact, you’d only met Jethro because the guy you were supposed to be meeting for a blind date stood you up. Your frustration and disappointment had led you to the ice cream aisle in the grocery store, where upon leaving, you’d accidentally bumped in a certain silver-haired, blue eyed man. You had apologized profusely, even insisting on buying the man’s groceries (a sparse selection of items that made up a bachelor’s dinner if you’d ever seen one). He had quietly refused and before you could even protest, he was asking you out to dinner that night. You had said yes without thinking, something within you calling you to get to know this man.
Then, as the two of you moved forward in the relationship, you hadn’t thought much about children because Jethro was a good twelve years older than you. You figured he’d had the chance and decided not to go that route in life.
Then, you’d learned about Shannon and Kelly and you’d buried deep within yourself that part of you that had started fantasizing about having a little boy or girl with Jethro. You couldn’t ask that of him knowing he’d lost his first, his only, child and had effectively closed the door on that part of his life. You wouldn’t ask him to confront the demons that came with having a second child that lived long past the life of his first.
As you fell deeper in love with Jethro, you began to view your dwindling chance at children as something of a sacrifice to keep Jethro in your life. It hurt, but the thought of living life without him, after you’d seen just how great life was with him, hurt more. So you threw yourself into the lives of the children around you, the number of nieces and nephews (many of them honorary) making it easy. You attended plays and concerts, ball games and parties, and freely offered up your babysitting services to all of your friends. And although Jethro raised a few eyebrows at the number of events you went to for the children in your life, he never asked why you’d started throwing yourself whole-heartedly into their lives.
A loud beep echoes throughout the bathroom, pulling you from the downward spiral your mind had been sucked into. You take a deep, slow breath before looking at the test. Two faint pink lines stare back at you, ripping the breath away from your lungs.
Positive.
In an instant, a new life flashes before your eyes...
Tiny hands grasping your finger.
Bright blue eyes staring up at you.
Tottering steps taken towards outstretched hands.
A small body cradled between you and Jethro as Jethro whispers fantastical nighttime stories of dragons and knights in shining armor.
Chocolate chip pancakes and Saturday morning cartoons.
Ball games in the yard, little feet chasing after a wayward ball as Jethro’s rich laughter fills the air.
You realize with a start that you’re crying, the tears rolling down your cheeks, the pregnancy test long since forgotten on the bathroom floor. The need to tell Jethro seizes you and you’re up off the bathroom floor and into the hallway before you even have time to process what you’re doing.
“Jethro?” You call, your voice echoing out in the lowly lit house. He doesn’t answer, so you head towards the basement. The steeps creak as you make your way down into the cool basement, the heavy smell of wood calming your nerves even before you make it to the bottom.
“Jethro?” You ask, standing awkwardly at the bottom of the steps as your eyes scan over the room.
A head appears from behind the wood planks of a half finished boat, the yellow light making his silver hair shine. “Y/N? Is everything okay?” His voice is rough as he steps around the front of the boat and closes the space between the two of you. His hands are outstretched, reaching for your face as he wipes away the remaining tears with his fingers. “What’s wrong Y/N?” He asks quietly, his blue eyes searching yours for some sort of answer.
“I’m-we’re…” You stumble over the words, another lump rising in your throat as you try to form a proper sentence. “I’m pregnant Jethro.” You whisper, your gaze dropping to the floor as anxiety rises in your chest. You had no way of knowing what he would say, after all, you’d avoided the topic your entire relationship with him.
A warm, rough hand slides down your cheek, to your jaw as he delicately lifts your chin until you’re looking at him. “You’re what?”
“I’m pregnant.” The words are a little easier to say the second time but the look in his eyes prevents you from saying any more. He stares at you a beat longer, his ice blue eyes boring into yours, the emotional tides within them threatening to pull you under. Then, his arms are wrapped around you, bringing you in close, his lips pressing a faint kiss to your temple.
“Best news I’ve heard all day.” He murmurs and you let out a laugh of relief as you lift your lips up to his, giving him a long kiss.
“Me too.”
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A/N: Wow this took wayyyy too long to write, so very sorry! also i have no idea wtf happened while I was away but editing is really really weird and it's almost impossible to add tags so if you should be tagged and aren't I have no idea how to fix it :(
Title: Forgive and Forget
Word Count: 3259
Warnings: Gunshot, bullet wound, hospitals
Pairings: GibbsxReader
“Y/N we cleared the building,” Gibbs cries, “Just go already I said I would search the house again! For Pete’s sake, you’re wearing a vest. Just do this. But do it my way. Don’t just storm in there.”
You shove him away from you, taking steps towards the house. “This—“ you snatch a fallen tree branch to break the door— “is my family.”
“Y/N,” Gibbs begged, taking another step towards you, “listen to me! I know it is, but remember rule 10!”
“What about rule 11? When the job’s done, walk away.” Swinging the branch over your shoulder you take it up to the door. “The job’s not done Gibbs. Not until I catch the SOB who murdered my sister, it won’t be over.”
The glass crashes to the ground as you lodge the branch in it, arching through to unlock the door. It clicks open and you kick it in, glancing back at Gibbs. “Y/L/N don’t disobey my orders! Said to go back to the shop and question the workers and I will research the house. Not you!” He rolls his eyes, knowing there was no danger. He got back in the car and pulled out his phone.
You ignore him, turning back into the house behind. You’re so busy searching the house that you don’t register the footsteps behind you until it’s too late.
“Hey kitten,” he whispers in your ear.
Turning rapidly, you knock into a table and fall to the floor. “David,” you gasp.
“Hey sweetheart,” he held his gun up, gently stroking your chin as you tried to turn away. “Gimme the gun, baby.”
You reach to your pocket trying to dial Gibbs, “No,” you say to David.
David tsk tskd your answer and pulled the hammer back on his weapon. “Give me. The gun.”
You wince when he slaps you. You slide it out and shove it in his hand. There was another click and you hide a smile, Gibbs had come up behind David, pistol pushed into his back.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.” He pushes it farther to the mans back.
“Sorry agent,” David says quietly, pulling one hand around back to meet the cuffs.
You barely register the finger to the trigger before your vision goes black.
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“Y/N, need you to wake up,” Gibbs whispered, holding on to your hand. “Please.” He shook his head, squeezing your hand tighter. “I’m sorry, should have listened. Shoulda brought him in when you first brought it up.”
An EMT administers the anesthesia as she keeps Gibbs updated. “Two more minutes, we’re almost there, sir.”
“Well get there faster!” Gibbs yells. He dials his phone again, trying to get ahold of someone or anyone but he knew they were all on crunch time working this case. He tried Vance, Sloane, Ducky, Palmer, Bishop, and just about everyone else.
“More pressure,” the EMT demands, placing Gibbs hand over your bullet wound. She adjusts some dials on the IV. “We’re pulling into the hospital now,” she says after glancing up front. “We’ll get her into surgery right away.”
“Better be a damn good surgeon,” Gibbs responds, moving out of the way so they can wheel you out on the gurney.
He follows you at a running pace as the doctors fly through the corridors, finally a nurse stops him, saying he can’t go any further. “I’m a federal agent what do you mean I can’t get through?!”
“I mean you can’t get through, sir. She’s in good hands. I promise you that but I need you to sit down.”
“To heck with that, I’m not sitting down!” He throws his hand sup, continuing to pace back and forth outside the large doors.
“OR is already prepped, as soon as they have all the necessary info, which won’t be long, they’ll start the procedure.”
There’s a soft hand on Gibbs shoulder and he whips around to see Dr Confalone.
“Take a breath, Popeye. All this worrying isn’t gonna get you anywhere once Y/N gets outta there.”
“Gah who called you here?!” Gibbs exclaims, reluctantly following her out into the waiting room.
“Dr. Taft of course.”
“Taft?” Gibbs looks around but doesn’t see the familiar face. “Why?”
“You don’t already know? As soon as they got the call and you told them who you were he said he would do the surgery. Was already over here for some patient file reviews, so it seemed like the best option. He told me you’d probably be a wreck considering what you feel for her.” She offers Gibbs some Water out of the cooler and he takes it, downing it in one gulp and sitting back in one of the chairs.
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about that ever again?”
“Jethro it’s kind of important. Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”
He sighs, knowing arguing won’t get him anywhere. “I’m not feeling much at all to be honest. Saw her shot, shot the bad guy, called emergency and here we are. Can’t really believe it’s Y/N in there. Shoulda been me.”
“It is part of the job,” Grace shakes her head, clearly battling with her own feelings and thoughts about the situation.
“What.” Gibbs snaps. “You think it’s my fault don’t you? For being belligerent and not going in with her.”
Grace doesn’t answer as she stares at the OR doors. “I’m just glad you’re both ok.”
“Not ok yet,” Gibbs sighs, laying back in the chair. “Wake me in half an hour.” He closes his eyes, but he doesn’t sleep. He listens to the sounds of the hospital but doesn’t read tot it all. He feels his other agents take a seat next to him but doesn’t look at them or even acknowledge that they’re there. Part of him is relieved that his doctor is the one operating on you, but of course he’s still worried sick.
He opens his eyes after an hour, not wanting to when he was supposed to, but still ignores the agents next to him, instead going across the room to stare out the window with Grace. “We talk more?” He asks.
“You? You and me?” Grace sounds like she’s going to laugh but if she is she doesn’t. “Yeah, what’s on your mind?”
“I want to tell her.”
Grace takes a step back in surprise. “You want to tell her? Who are you and what have you done with my favorite patient? Are you sure? That doesn’t seem like a good idea, considering all your rules! I mean I’m not saying not to but..” She cuts herself off, realizing she’s rambling. “Sorry, I just didn’t think you ever would.”
“Know she’s younger than me, but it’s something I don’t want to lose.”
“Agent Gibbs,” a familiar voice calls from across the room.
Gibbs turns quickly, rushing over to Dr. Taft. “What the hell didn’t you tell me you were in town?” Gibbs barks, then switches gears. “Where is she, how is she?”
“Alive, and that’s a miracle. You did a good thing calling as fast as you did, not handling it your way as you like. She’s out of surgery but she’s not ready to see anyone yet, barely awake.”
“Let me see her.”
“Can’t do that yet,” Taft shakes his head, “she’s still not a pretty sight. Had to stop the internal bleeding before we could take out the bullet. She’s stitched up but it’s going to be a long recovery.”
“I said take me to her room damn it!” Gibbs raises his voice. “I need to see for myself that she’s alright.”
“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in surrender.
“Boss can we go?” McGee pipes up from the sitting area.
“No. Go back to the office, tell everyone what’s going on. Get some rest.” He gives a half smile back before he follows Taft back to the post op.
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You looked awful, no doubt about it. David had put the bullet in your shoulder right above the heart, so that you would quickly bleed out but not die right away. Gibbs almost fell, trying to make it to your bed, like his feet wouldn’t work. Dr. Taft brought over a chair and left him be.
Gibbs shook his head, trying to get a good look at your face through all the tubes and wires. “Gosh Y/N, why’d I have to let you go in there like that? Shoulda pulled you out this is all my fault. Shoulda known he’d be hiding out back.” He set his head in his hands but didn’t cry. Gibbs never cries. “I wish I woulda told you sooner. Though I don’t think we coulda worked. You’re too headstrong stubborn and I’m too old.” he finally says with a chuckle, “Think you’re pretty hot. There. Said it. Like you a lot, Y/N. Hope you get out of this dreadful bed soon so I can tell you that face to face. Tell you that I love you.” He awaited a response as if you were awake right in front of him.
“Need you to look at me,” he whispers. “Need to know you’re gonna be alright.” He was close to crying, not that he would ever admit it to anyone, certainly not Dr. Confalone next week during their session. “Please don’t go,” Gibbs holds onto your hand as gently as he possibly can. “Need you here Y/L/N.”
You struggle to move your mouth, realizing he was unaware that you were awake. Taft said barely not “not at all.” you form what you hope is a smile and not a pained grimace “Yeah?” You ask through your breathing tube. He jolts beside you.
“You heard all that?”
“Yeah,” you agree, quietly.
“Didn’t mean for you to.”
“Why’d you say it,” you take a deep breath “then?”
“Don’t know,” he admits. “True though.”
“Yeah,” you find yourself saying for the third time. There’s the click of the door as Taft comes back in.
“Oookayyyy how we doing?” He asks you.
You try and shrug, trying to point to the tube. “Out,” you grumble. You had never been someone to heavily rely on others so being on a ventilator was not your idea of a good time. (Was it anyones really?)
“Yeah I think it looks good. Breathe through this it’ll feel weird.” He pulls it out with a schluck and you cough on the clean air. “Drink.” Taft shoves a glass to your mouth and helps you get it down, just a few sips. “Nurse is on her way to do a few tests.”
You nod and Taft gets the hint to let you and Gibbs talk alone.
“Shoulda probably asked you when you still had the tube in cause all you could say was “yeah”. But when you’re outta this place—“
You cut him off. “Gibbs. Listen I- I’m flattered really I am. It’s just, I almost died. And there’s a lot to me that you don’t—”
“Said you weren’t supposed to hear it.” He stands up and the chair falls back with a thud, he spins and walks as fast as he possibly can, leaving you grasping for the rest of your sentence.
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Gibbs didn’t visit you at all in the two weeks you were in the hospital. Kind of a sucky move you thought. Abby came over every day, telling you about what was going on in the office and bringing you little treats. Palmer and Ducky stopped by with some of your favorite soup, McGee brought you flowers every few days, Bishop was out of town on a family matter but she still called off and on. Torres brought you magazines (not that you read any because they were all either Sports Illustrated, Reader’s Digest or Cars Weekly, none of which you were very interested in. Agent Sloane who you had barely talked to since she got here even brought you a get well card, letting you know that it was gonna suck for a while and then still suck, just not as much.
And Gibbs? Gibbs did nothing. He didn’t call, didn’t text. Didn’t even send a message through someone else. Of course that meant you were not at all surprised when he didn’t show up when you were being discharged from the hospital.
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask Abby after climbing into her car for her to take you home.
“Wrong? What do you mean?”
“Gibbs. He still hasn’t called or anything. I know we don’t have a case, what’s he been doing this whole time. I even called him and he didn’t answer. I emailed him and he didn’t answer.”
“Oh.. right, that.” She groans. “You know I’m a terrible liar.”
“That’s why I asked you.”
“He hasn’t told me anything, seriously. All I know is he came back from the hospital the day you were admitted and hasn’t been the same since. At first we all thought it was something to do with your condition but when we saw you were ok it couldn’t be that. Maybe it’s just because you’re not at the office.” She smiles slightly. “It’ll be okay. We will all be okay in the ends, and if we aren’t, then it isn’t the end.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“The only thing is..”
“What?” You demand.
“Oh look!” Abby exclaims, “We’re here. At the office! Which means you should go in and greet your team and not talk to me about Gibbs anymore.” She grins awkwardly and runs around to help you out of the car. “You ready?”
“I’m ready.” You weren’t ready. The bullet had dome some damage. Not irreversible with the right physical therapy but it would take time. It entered right above your hear and currently your left arm was in a sling, almost completely immobile. You didn’t want to be the weak one on the team, and quite honestly you were scared of what Gibbs would do. He would either catapult you back into work or not talk to you for another week. You were hoping it was neither.
McGee was the first to see you, embracing you in a side hug. “So glad you’re back, Y/N, boss hasn’t been the same since you’ve been out.”
“So I’ve heard.” You follow him into the bullpen, leaving Abby to go back down to her lab.
The only one there right now is Gibbs, of course. You bite your lip, nervous to talk him. “Hey Gibbs,” you say quietly.
“Hm?” He turns around quickly, not realizing how close he was to you. He takes a step back. “Hey.” He says, suddenly out of breath, like he had run up and down ten flights of stairs.
“I think we need to talk,” you avoid eye contact, instead staring at your own shoes.
“Why?”
“Why?” You counter his question with your own. “Maybe because you screamed at me to hold on and then for two weeks you didn’t come speak to me?”
“Nothin’ to talk about. Been busy.” And he left it at that, brushing past you to MTAC.
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That night as Abby was driving you home you told her to take a detour. “I need to talk to Gibbs.” You heard her swallow hard but she turned onto his road, letting you off at his house.
“Good luck, Y/N,” she gives you thumbs up as you turn.
The door was open as always so you went inside, looking around before realizing he was probably in the basement. You were about to descend the rickety wooden stairs when you saw someone with her.
“Gibbs,” she says. “Talk to her please.”
“Jack you know I can’t do that,” he aggressively sands the boat.
“Why not? I saw the way you were with her today, it was awful. She looked heartbroken, and everyone’s noticed you havent been the same these two weeks. You didn’t get her shot, you know that. It’s just a risk of the job. I don’t blame you and I don’t think she does either. So pull up your big boy pants and call her!” She raises her voice, almost yelling. You hated seeing Gibbs like this you did. You couldn’t understand why he was being so distant.
Then you do.
You bolt through the basement door, into the living room. If either of them came up it would look like you had just gotten here. You replay that first hospital day in your head. He had said he needed you. He said he liked you. A lot. And your response made it sound like you didn’t feel the same. It wasnt that at all. And he wasn’t too old for you, he was absolutely everything. You were just afraid that you carried too much baggage for an already tired man. So you gathered yourself up and stormed back to the basement, not watching where you were going and slamming into Jack.
“Oh!” exclaims. “Oh Y/N I’m so sorry you came outta nowhere!”
“No it’s ok, I’m sorry I should have been watching where I was going,” you reach over with your good hand to your arm.
“I didn’t hurt it more did I?” Jack inspected your shoulder through the sling but you assured her it was fine. “Make him talk to you, okay? No one word answers.”
“Yeah, I got it, thanks Sloane.”
“Anytime girl, anytime.” She winks, leaving you to go down yourself. You watch him work for a minute before stepping down carefully, the squeaky steps giving you away.
“Hey,” you smile, coming to stand a little bit away from him.
“Hey yourself,” he smiles back. That’s a good sign.
“Listen, Jack told me to make you talk but I don’t want to hear it because what I have to say is more important. At the hospital I wasnt saying that I didn’t feel the same, I was just afraid because I’m very.. complicated.”
“Ya’ think I’m not?” He asks.
You look at his blue eyes, seeing something you’ve never seen before. Gibbs was scared.
“I’m sorry.” You blurt. “And I know I’m not supposed to say that but I am so sorry I went in there like that, I was angry. I knew nothing would bring my sister back but knowing that guy is dead,” you pause.
“Doesn’t make you feel any better?”
“Yeah.” You chuckle slightly.
“Here.” Gibbs hands you the sand paper. “With the grain,” he says, softer than his words before.
“No,” you whisper back, letting yourself be between him and the boat. “I didn’t come here to help you with your boat I came here because I wanted to tell you that I want to try. Us. You, me.” You search his face, and suddenly you cant because he’s on you, kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. You gasp, your hand coming up to meet his face as you were pushed into the side of the boat. His hands roam your body, up to your shirt and under. Oh yeah, this was a good decision. In a moment he lets you breathe.
“I’m hungry,” you say.
“Yeah?” He smirks. “For what?”
“Chinese,” you say with another smirk. “And as far as I know you’re American.”
“I could change for you.”
“Jethro, are you sure about all this?” You ask.
“As sure as I’ve ever been about anything, more sure than Diane.”
“Well that’s great to know.”
You both stare at each other for a few seconds before you pull him back in. “I love you Jethro.”
“I love you Y/N.” He says back.
“Then show me,” you whisper, letting him kiss you senseless once again.
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🌸 hc for Gibbs if you don’t mind?
hc ask meme
🌸 Kissing HC with Leroy Jethro Gibbs
he likely won't admit it because jethro has some trouble with all that ooey gooey stuff, but he fucking loves it when you kiss him. it's the spontaneity of the kisses that gets to him - mostly because you know him too well and you know when he needs a quick peck on the lips. but mostly, it helps remind him that he's loved.
it's been a long while since somebody has made it a point to kiss him goodbye, or kiss him hello, or just kiss him for the sake of it. jethro's got a hard exterior, but it's stuff like that which can soften him up. strange that a short, simple kiss is something that can brighten his mood.
but as much as he enjoys them, jethro definitely has his favorites. of course, he's a patient man. very set in his ways and likes doing things at his own pace. his favorite kisses are the ones where he can take him time with it. start slow, then build up the intensity with touches and little hums. you know what makes him tick, but it's a two-way street.
jethro enjoys the game. everything has to be a challenge for him - something he can overcome. and when he gets you hot and bothered and wanting more, he considers that a victory. simple touches on your face and neck, breathing against your mouth, pinning your body with his own.
and he takes these make-out sessions very seriously, too. sometimes, if he's in an ornery mood, jethro will tease and jest. but mostly, if he's kissing you well and good, he's going to keep the mood where he wants it to be. he doesn't like being interrupted with phone calls or knocks on his door when he's trying to kiss you like you deserve.
that being said, he's not too keen on PDA. little kisses on the cheek is fine. and in a crunch where one or both of you are in some sort of trouble, a full-on kiss is acceptable. but generally, jethro prefers his kisses to be kept between you and him.
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I’ll take care of you
Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader (implied pinning)
Content warning : slight fluff, sleep deprivation, implied praise/self degradation.
TW: none : )
Authors note : hi, I haven’t wrote in a very long time and I haven’t wrote for NCIS until now. Ignore any grammatical errors or inconsistencies. It’s currently 4:27am and I had a weird inspiration.
Another late night, honestly it felt like that’s all your life consisted of at this point. Things had begun to blur into a never ending motion picture. Being an agent was tough, but being an agent in one of the most understaffed agencies in America- that was worse.
The clock glared from across the room, the bright numbers proudly showing that it was now three a.m. The office was pretty empty, the only people still hanging around were the janitorial staff- who, you’d somehow made friends with in these long few hours.
You shuffled the papers in your hands, trying to keep your eyes open. The case report was due bright and early and to the director himself, instead of Gibbs. It struck you as odd but it just must’ve been important.
“So much for sending you home.” A voice woke you from your sleep deprived daze, along with the harsh click of a cup against the desk.
Your eyes shot up from the report, startled, as you were met with the sight of none other than Gibbs. He had sat a cup of coffee beside your old, empty one. “Hey, yeah.” You began, sighing as you pulled your reading glasses onto the top of your head. “This report- it’s just troubling me. It feels incomplete.”
He, sitting across from you at his desk, eyed you for a moment before holding out his hand. “Let me read it. I’ll tell you if you’re missing anything.”
Genuinely, that was the last thing you ad expected. He hadn’t read a case report in- god, you couldn’t even think how long. He usually left it to the senior field agent. Which, speaking of field agents, was supposed to be Tony- but after you lost a bet with him, the case load fell onto you.
“Okay, just ignore the grammatical errors- it’s a rough draft and I’ve been writing it with a pen.” You stood, pushing back your chair and moving across the room to his desk. Gently sliding the stack of papers into his hand.
He hummed in approval as he put on his glasses and flicked on his desks lamp. The light had illuminated his features, showing the deep bags under his eyes. This wasn’t his first long night, it seemed he’d been living in the office for awhile. Living and breathing these cases.
You made it back to your seat, opening up the file filled with the reports from the rest of the team, grasping the coffee cup- you took a long sip. The black coffee hitting your tastebuds making you grimace.
Gibbs chuckled lightly, somehow seeing your involuntary response to the bitter liquid. “I didn’t know if you drank with sugar or cream, so I just brought black.” He said quietly, flipping to the next page of the report.
“I don’t mind black coffee, just took me by surprise. Thank you, by the way. I appreciate the pick me up.” You smiled, not even knowing if he could see. You really did appreciate the attention he showed you, it felt nice to be thought of.
Silence followed for the next thirty minutes, only the occasional rustling breaking the focus of the two of you.
Gibbs collected the papers and tapped them on his desk gently to get your attention, “The case report is great. In-depth. Only one thing I’d critique.” His steely gaze caught your own.
You nodded, propping your head up on your hands. “And that is?” You prompted, watching as he pulled his notepad from his desk drawer.
“You undermine yourself. (Y/n), you’re just as much of an agent as the rest of us. You’ve been downplaying your accomplishments.” He said, in a matter of fact tone, standing from his desk and moving to stand in front of yours. He held out the notepad, the one he used on cases, for you to take. “Take a look at this and then edit your report. I’d like to read it again before you hand it in.”
A smile tugged at your lips, nodding as you took the notepad, fingers brushing against his. The contact sent a shiver down your spine as you retracted your hand, grasping the notepad tenderly. “I’ll return this to you when I’m done, I appreciate you helping me with this. I’ve been racking my brain for hours trying to get it all into less than fifteen pages.” The pages were sat on the edge of your desk.
“How long have you been here?” He questioned, taking his coat from the back of his chair.
You glanced from your desk, sighing. “Well, you told us to go home at about eleven. So, about four hours.” You admitted, gulping down more coffee.
“Have you eaten?”
The question set you aback, you blinked- thinking back to when you had eaten last. You were pretty sure it was about twelve thirty that afternoon, when Ziva had brought you lunch.
“Dinner? No. I didn’t get a chance to. I knew this report was going to take awhile- so I jumped on it as soon as I could.” You hummed, looking over towards the man. “How come?”
He furrowed his eyebrows, sliding the jacket on and pushing his phone into his front pocket. “Cmon, the report can wait.”
“Sir?” You questioned, taking your glasses from the top of your head and pushing them into your case. “Where are we going?”
“Dinner. I can’t have you dying of starvation on the job.” He joked, his voice lightly carrying in the empty room. “I’m paying, let’s go. I know a twenty four hour Chinese place.”
You bit back a smile, grabbing your cardigan from your desk drawer and throwing it on. “Yes sir.”
Gibbs smiled, a genuine smile, as he made his way to the elevator.
Maybe late nights weren’t all bad.
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Tony: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.
Y/N: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.
*Gibbs walks in*
Y/N: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules, you know.
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I've been working on this for a moment, and I thought it was time to post the prologue and see if you guys would be interested in this series... :)
NCIS x Criminal Minds crossover!!
Summary: You're Emily Prentiss's little sister, you work for NCIS and when your team got a case in Quantico, it's time for her to meet your team and for you to meet hers...
Pairings: sister!Emily Prentiss x Reader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Reader (and maybe more…)
Word count: 1,8k
Prologue - Chapter 2
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Unlucky - Chapter 1
Technically, after spending five days away, Emily Prentiss and her team weren’t expected at the office for twenty four to forty eight hours. But she had to see that. She had to see her little sister and her team invading the BAU’s floor. Did Hotch know? Did he approve? Did he see the name Prentiss in the paperwork? Nobody at the BAU knew that Emily’s younger sister was a federal agent too. Actually, the team didn’t know much about Emily’s family.
Of course, no one else from the team was there in the morning, as they all enjoyed their day off. Emily followed you to the office that was becoming the NCIS’s office for the next few days. Four people were already there, setting up their stuff. “Morning my nerds!” you greeted them, giving everyone a high five except for Gibbs who just stared at you. Since you had your back turned to everyone, you sent him a silent kiss and he shook his head in exasperation - but still, he had a small smile on his face.
“Boss, did you hire someone without telling us?” Tony spoke up, looking at your sister from head to toes. Two seconds and Emily knew what kind of man Anthony DiNozzo Jr was. She leaned against the door frame, a smile on her face.
“This is my older sister, Emily.” you told everyone. “And DiNozzo, take those thoughts out of your head, right now.” you warned him.
“Okay, since when did we exchange roles?” Emily asked you and refocused on your team. She walked inside and shook hands with Tony, Ziva, Tim and Gibbs. “Nice to finally meet you guys.”
“Us too!” Ziva exclaimed, “You two look so much alike!”
“No they don’t!” Tony joined in. “Y/N is that annoying little sister and Emily here is–” Gibbs headslapped him before he could finish. You looked at your annoying coworker with a grin, while Emily got closer to you. “Did he just physically assault his subordinate?” she whispered to you.
“He deserved it.” you answered her.
“I heard that.” Tony growled, stroking the back of his head.
“Can we start now?” Gibbs raised his voice. “And um, Emily, could you–”
“He’s asking you to leave, but he doesn’t want to upset you since you’re my sister.”
“Boss never cared if he upsets my dad.” Tony stated.
“Or my grandmother,” McGee added.
“Or my whole family.” Ziva ended.
Gibbs immediately gave you his famous stare and you immediately blushed. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that. But at least, Emily understood. “Fine, I’ll be back for lunch.” She walked to the door, “If you guys need some help from a real fed, just give me a call.” She grinned and got out.
Everybody laughed, except for Gibbs. “I like her!” Ziva told you.
“I can’t believe you hid her for the past three years!” Tony said and you grabbed the first thing you found - which was a flash drive - and threw it at him. At least, you tried, but Gibbs caught it in mid-air and slammed it on the table.
“Work!” he exclaimed and you all shut up.
The entire team spent a couple of hours at the office, talking about the case, until Gibbs and Ziva went to meet the victim’s COs, Tony went back to the crime scene under Abby’s orders and you stayed in with McGee, doing some research on your computer. “You never really talk about your sister.” Tim said, looking between you and his computer screen. “Or your family for that matter.”
“Says the man who never said his Penny was an activist,”
“You know what I mean, Y/N.”
“None of us talk about their family, Tim. Gibbs never said a word about his first wife and daughter for years, and he said his father was dead. It took me months to know that you had a sister and that your father was an Admiral. Ironically, the one family we know the most about is the sickest one.” you sighed, “Don’t tell Ziva I said that.”
Tim chuckled, “Don’t worry, she would agree with you. But I guess you have a point.”
“If you think about it, we all have a shitty backstory. But at least, now we have one another.”
“Damn right we do.” he stood up pretty quickly to high five and got back to his chair. “I’m glad we finally met Emily though,” he added. “So is Tony,” he laughed.
“Shut up!” you barked. The thought of Tony and Emily together was enough to make you sick.
“Prentiss, what are you doing here?” Emily didn’t need to turn around to know he was walking to her desk.
“What are you doing here, Hotch?”
“I learned that we have some unwanted guests in the conference room over there.” he pointed to where you and your team were settled.
“So I’ve heard.”
“Your turn, now.”
“Among those unwanted guests, there’s my little sister.”
Aaron Hotchner did a double take. Emily couldn’t help but laugh at his confusion. “Your sister is also a fed? For NCIS?”
“Wanna meet her? Half her team is gone, but she’s in.”
Still puzzled, Hotch followed Emily to the conference room. He had planned on coming there anyway, but he didn’t expect to meet one of his team member’s siblings. Emily knocked and you were the one to tell her to come in. “Since the scary boss man is gone, can I come in?”
You and Tim laughed but agreed. Emily got inside, followed by someone. “Here’s my own scary boss man.” She said and Hotch immediately stared at her.
You stood up and walked up to him, extending your hand, “That means that you’re–” you thought for a second, “Aaron Hotch?”
He shook your hand and then McGee’s. “It’s Hotchner, actually.”
“The ‘ner’ gets lost most of the time though.” Emily informed you.
“Anyway,” he took a quick look at Emily before focusing on you, “I hope you guys settled alright. If you need anything, I'll be in my office, which is just over there,” he pointed at his office through the window.
“Well, thank you very much, Agent Hotchner,” you grinned. “We’re just getting started so–so far, so good.”
“Perfect. We’ll let you work then.”
Hotch turned to the side and waited for Emily to walk towards the door, but she wasn’t moving. “I wanna stay,” she said. “I wanna work with my sister.”
“Are you an NCIS Agent, Prentiss?” Hotch raised an eyebrow.
“Me Prentiss, yes.” you winked at him when he looked at you and he shyly smiled.
“NCIS, FBI–same thing.” Emily said immediately.
“No, it’s not. Go.”
Emily walked out the door like an unhappy child. “See you in an hour for lunch.” you called out.
“You were pretty nice to those unwanted guests that made you come to the office on your mandatory day off.” Emily teased her boss as they walked back to the bullpen.
“What was I supposed to do? Give your sister a hard time?”
“Of course not. Although you weren’t supposed to flirt with her either.”
“What?” Hotch’s voice got high-pitched. “I didn’t flirt with your sister.” he defended himself.
“That was a joke, Hotchner.”
Hotch didn’t say anything else, he just kept walking up to his office. “But I didn’t know your voice could go that high,” Emily ended the conversation with herself and laughed as she heard Hotch’s high-pitched voice in her head again.
Emily waited until you were free for lunch, but sadly, you didn’t have time to go out - or from what she understood, your boss didn’t allow you. So she went out to get some takeouts and came back to the office. Before joining you and McGee, she stopped by Hotch’s office and offered him to join. “I took something for you too.” She told him.
“We are not supposed to invade them, Prentiss.” He told her as they walked to the conference.
“We’re making sure they eat.”
In the conference, you were on a call with a man who had a very pronounced Scottish accent. Emily and Hotch couldn't help but listen and they quickly understood that it was your ME. They listened to the details of the crime, which were pretty disturbing. They also looked at each other when they heard the ME make some profile theories. Knowing it would grab their attention, you looked at them and smirked.
All the important details being said, Ducky Mallard started to ramble about a story you probably already heard. “Ducky! Ducky!” You said, making him stop talking.
“Yes, my dear?”
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” You signaled your sister to come closer, and she got into the shot. “Ducky, this is my sister, Emily. Em, this is the great Doctor Donald Mallard, our ME.”
“Finally, I get to put a face on the sister I’ve heard so much about. I’m delighted to meet you, Miss Prentiss.”
“So am I, Dr Mallard! Great analysis about your unsub, some things make sense.”
“Coming from a BAU Agent, I’m very touched. Feel free to give your insight.”
“I want to, but my boss said I’m not allowed.”
“Then do what your sister does and don’t follow orders.”
You felt like this conversation could go on for a while and there were things you didn’t want your sister to know. “We gotta go, Ducky. We’ll call you back. Give my love to my Jim!”
Jimmy Palmer had been sick with the flu for the past two days and Ducky had planned to stop by his place later that day to check on me. You hung up, and grabbed your food. “You don’t follow orders, Prentiss?” Your sister asked. “I thought Marines were supposed to follow orders no matter what.”
“I’m not a Marine anymore, Em.”
“You were a Marine, Y/N?” Hotch jumped in the conversation.
You nodded, “For almost ten years before I joined NCIS.”
“How and why did you make the switch?”
“How and why did you make the switch from prosecutor to fed?” You asked.
Hotch chuckled. “I didn’t know you, Emily’s sister, were a federal agent, but you know I was a prosecutor. What else does she know, Prentiss?”
Emily shrugged her shoulders, not ready to answer that question. But she forgot that you didn’t have any filters. That most of the time, your month worked faster than your brain. “I know that you don’t have any reason to keep that wedding ring.”
Emily covered her face with her hands as soon as she heard your words, and you regretted them even faster. You didn’t mean to put it that way, but unfortunately you did, and you saw the pain on Hotch's face. “Sorry,” you whispered, ashamed.
But it was too late. He packed his lunch and went back to his office.
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Okay, so I wrote am imagine that went like this:
Imagine that, during a stakeout, Gibbs sends McGee and Tony away to “find some food” so that he has time to cuddle with you…
And I was asked for a full fic by @ilovemark1951 and @wolviesbabes so here we go!!
Another stakeout. Another sleepless night. More Chinese takeout, more toilets that don’t flush, and another not-so-safe safehouse. You wanted to go home. But it’s been one whole week of the same case, and you can’t leave now.
You’re hunched over by the window with binoculars, Tony is humming something that sounds vaguely like Fiddler on the Roof, McGee is summoning all his self-control not to slap his partner, and Gibbs is resting on the couch. It’s a picture of… well, something.
Gibbs sees you watching him, and locks eyes with you. You smile, noticing the way his eyes trace your face, and your body. It’s half to make sure that you’re well, and half because he loves to check you out. He looks almost comfortable, sunken into that couch, and you wish you were back home in bed with him, curled at his side, with some hot coffee in the pot… you turn back to your binoculars right as a resounding smack echoes in the small quarters. McGee must have finally snapped.
“McGee! Dinozzo!” Jethro barks, and the boys leap to attention, already hurling accusations.
“Boss, I didn’t-”
“Boss, see, what happened was-”
“-He started it-“
“-I didn’t’-”
“Hey!” Another shout from your boyfriend. The bickering stops.
There’s a brief pause while Gibbs tries to figure out what to do with them, and Dinozzo and McGee stare each other down. Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in the boss’ mind.
“Dinozzo, McGee,” they stand up straighter, “why don’t you two get us some food from around the corner?”
They look at each other, a nervous, confused look, but Tony decides to play it safe.
“Right away, boss.”
You don’t miss him snickering on the way out.
With a great big sigh, you stretch in your seat, watching Jethro watch you. He grins. You get up slowly, your bones creaking, and make your way over to the couch. He opens his arms. You fall right in.
Your boyfriend pulls you close, with your legs over his, your head resting on his chest, and arms wrapped under his jacket, around his torso. You sigh again — a contented sigh, this time. He kisses your hair. His thumbs run circles on your thigh and side.
It feels so good to be snuggled against his warm body, which almost makes up for staying in this broken-down safe house. Jethro is home, and he smells like home, too (which is really just sawdust and bourbon), and you find yourself melting into his embrace.
“Don’t fall asleep, now,” he whispers, but you’re already gone.
He pulls you tighter.
You both pretend to not wake up when the boys return. They can deal with their bosses sleeping for now; you’re enjoying this too much to get back to work just yet.
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This is me responding to the Christmas Countdown so I was just thinking Gibbs x Reader where after a long case the team goes to a bar and some guy hits on reader and Gibbs gets suuuuuper jealous and possessive and feelings are spilled just a TON of fluff ❤❤❤
Jealousy Jealousy
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader
Description: A guy in a bar starts flirting with you in front of the team. You're too tired to tell him to leave you alone so you're just flirting back for the fun of it. What happens when Gibbs jealousy gets the better of him, and he steps in?
In other words, you make out with Gibbs cause he is jealous ;)
A/n: love this idea, jealous Gibbs has to be a favorite, I might have gotten a little carried away....
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"Hey bueatiful." A voice rings out beside you at the bar. You turn your head slightly from your drink and take him in. Tall, messy hair, brown eyes.
"Hi. Can I help you?" You ask, trying not to sneer at the unwanted attention. You didn't want to be rude. But there was really only one man who you wanted attention from.
"Uh, no. I just was wondering if I could buy you a drink?" You sighed and lifted up your drink.
"Thanks, but I already have one." You say politely. You figure it wouldn't be the worse thing to flirt back though. Maybe the attention isn't completely unwanted. "Maybe I could buy you one?" You ask.
"Oh. Well if thats what you want baby." The man says with a smirk. "I'm Alex." He says as you flag down the bartender.
"Y/n." You say smiling. Alex orders his drink and settles on the stool beside you. You two continue to talk back and forth as the flirting fades. Eventually, he explains how he showed up to the bar to try and forget about this girl he is tired of pining over. You laugh, and explains your own very complicated situation and how similar they are. You two realize you aren't really Interested in anything more than a friend and just talk the night away.
But that isn't what it looked like to the NCIS agents only a couple tables over. To them, or atleast to McGee and Dinozzo, it looked like you were getting lucky tonight.
"Jeez, they have been talking for like an hour!" Dinozzo exclaims as he takes a sip from his beer. Noone notices how Gibbs hand tightens around his own drink.
"Oh shut it." Ziva says laughing. "You're just jealous it isn't you she is talking to." Everyone laughs except for Gibbs. He is stuck on the word. Jealous. Is that what this feeling was? Jealousy?
It couldn't be.
At Gibbs lack of involvement, Ducky speaks up.
"Whats on your mind Jethro?" He asks and Gibbs just shakes his head. Dinozzo instantly realizes what's happening when your laugh fills the air and Gibbs squeezes his drink so hard his fingers turn white. A smirk finds its way onto his face.
"Ya'know boss. You better hurry over there before she goes home with him." He says winking. Gibbs is startled. Was he really that obvious?
It only takes him a second more before he is up and stomping over to you and Alex, the team cheers him on, but are all shocked he did what Dinozzo said.
"Excuse me, Y/l/n? A moment?" You look up startled at your boss's angry look.
"Oh sure. Sorry Alex, It was great meeting you! Here's my card, let me know how things go." You smile at him and Alex smirks knowingly at the glare Gibbs sends him when you give him your number.
Gibbs walks you outside, and the crisp air feels nice against your flushed face.
"Whats up?" You ask. Gibbs doesn't say a thing. "Gibbs?" You ask confused.
"Jethro." He says. You look at him quizzically.
"Huh?"
"Call me Jethro."
"Why would I-" he cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours. You gasp allowing him to slip his tounge in your mouth and deepen the kiss. He pushes you back gently against the wall and you wrap your arms around his neck. He gently tilts your head slightly so that he can pull back and look you in the eyes.
You don't give him much time to catch his breath before you are kissing him again. He presses against you harder and you sigh into the kiss. He moves his lips from your mouth to your jaw and peppers kisses down to your neck.
"Jethro!" You gasp as he finds your sweet spot. You're panting, and you can't seem to catch your breath.
"Mine." He growls against your neck as he continues to suck a bruise lightly into your skin. And you can't help but giggle, finally figuring out what was wrong.
He pulls away from you and you smrik at him.
"You were jealous." You whisper into the night air.
Gibbs wants to deny it, but he knows its futile.
"Thats because your mine." He says and seals your lips once more. And you can't seem to wipe the smile from your face.
Thanks for reading <3
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“bandaging, stitching up a injury”with tony dinozzo please and congrats on 200 😙
pairing - tony dinozzo x reader
request prompt - “bandaging/stitching up an injury”
tw - blood, gun, fighting, normal ncis things
an - so excited i for a request for tony!! and thank you sm!
“Stop whining,” You grumbled, pulling out the first aid kit as the man sitting on the counter just huffed a little, setting his attention onto some odd decoration hanging on the wall.
“It hurts!” He whipped his head around to face you, slightly mumbling when he felt the pain from moving to quick, cursing in the slightest. “Hurry!”
“I’m not some nurse,” You shook your head, walking back over. “Please, let me read this so I know I’m doing the right thing!”
Jenny Shepard had sent the two of you on a undercover mission, one where you had to get information about who was selling secret navy technology that hadn’t even been finished yet.
She trusted Tony a lot, but for this particular task, it was recommended that he had a partner to blend in more, and a more traditional partner, making it you.
Secretly, though the woman would never admit it, she saw the spark you two had between each other. And knew how undercover relationships could help a spark grow. She saw the way Tony’s eyes lingered more than normal.
How he refrained from chatting about his meaningless hookups when you were around, only bringing it up if you did something about yours. How he somehow always had a spare jacket of his when you forgot yours, or always allowed McGee or Ziva to do the dirty work instead of you. Those were just things she noticed.
The team them self, Gibbs, McGee, Ducky, Palmer, and Ziva all noticed more, since they were around more often. How he memorized your Chinese food order, what cafe in town was your favorite, how your pencils all needed to be in a specific spot, and more.
You were more closed off, observing more than speaking, knowing much about the others, but not the same for them when it came to you. Yet, Tony was able to find out a lot, for some reason you let the obnoxious man in, and even made a effort to offer your advice when he didn’t specifically ask, but he ended up appreciating it.
For this particular case, you were expected to act as a traditional domestic couple, you being the doting, house-wife and Tony being the ruthless arms dealer. A big contrast, your roles from your true selves.
“Are you prepared for this task?” Jenny questioned, sitting behind her desk with a certain stare in her eye.
“Of course,” You quickly nodded, looking over to Tony who did the same.
“We got this, easy peasy,” He waved his hand, making a ‘pshtt’ noise, and placing his arm on your shoulder to try and lean on you.
“I would hope you wouldn’t say things like that, around your boss,” Jenny sighed, shaking her head at DiNozzo, soon standing up and handing you two files with your new personas and names. “We will meet soon, this is to be kept fully undercover. No other members of your team are to know.”
“Yes, director.”
“You got it Shepard!”
“Don’t call me that,” She slammed the door shut once the two of you left, a small smirk making its way onto your lips as you read the file that was Tony’s, Jenny handing you two the opposite one.
“Why are you smiling?” Tony stopped his pace, peering over at you who was reading. “Come on, why?”
“This guy is nothing like you,” You laughed. “How is she expecting you to pull this off, you’re not a actor!”
“What do you mean,” He grumbled, snatching the file from your hands and quickly skimming through it. “I’m strong, manly.”
“You saying that, just proves you’re not,” You chuckled once more, your grin getting wider at the way he slightly flexed his muscles,
“Well, let’s read yours, miss perfect actress,” He flipped yours open, soon breaking into a loud laugh as he read, shoving it into your hands.
“What’s your problem now?” You read it, eyes widening. “What the hel-”
“There’s no way you could pull that off! Actually be nice, and follow directions from me? No way. Oh! And you have to cook, I’ve tasted your food.”
“Shut up! I can do this, I’m a talented agent, this is nothing.”
“Oh it’s something, something you can’t do.”
“What about you arms dealer, half your shots don’t land.”
“Take that back!”
“Nope,” You crossed your arms, files in hand and walked away as he quickly jogged to catch up.
“So, I’m not a pro shooter like some trained assassin, or Ziva, but I’m a good American agent!”
“Whatever makes you happy, and if saying that does, then okay,” You shrugged, heading to your desk and putting the files in your locked drawer. “But I’ll be able to do my role, trust me. I won’t enjoy it, but I can do it.”
“And I can do mine.” He stepped away for a moment, making a face like a idea had popped into his head.“You know,” He came up right behind you, spinning you around so your faces were inches apart. “Maybe we should get the first kiss done now, so it won’t be awkward later.”
“Uh,” One situation, that was your weakness, was faking romantic ones, all the nerves and emotions quickly spurting up that it took you a few extra seconds to recover.
“Oh come on, don’t tell me your nervous?” And that was one situation that Special Agent DiNozzo strived in.
“What are you two doing?” McGee walked over with Ziva, the both of them staring oddly at you two.
“Tony! That’s what they call sexual harassment!” Ziva quickly pointed out, pulling him by the back of his jacket to a further distance. “Hold your ponies!”
“Ponies?” Tony repeated as you all glared at her oddly.
“She means horses,” Gibbs strode in, heading straight to his cabinets to pull out his gun and badge. “Dead marine, let’s go.”
The day of your undercover case had gone smoothly, you both hiding it well from the rest of the team, and saving to try all the romantic activities for the actual day.
You met the man, who was selling the technology, one that told which arms were real and fake, at a nice restaurant, filled with other couples and such, ones that looked familiar from files and others unfamiliar. Of course, you also had some undercover agents attending, blending in with the crowd.
“Marco! A pleasure,” Tony smiled as he went in for a hug with the seller, pulling him tight and the both patting their back. “My, my, I didn’t expect you to look like this.”
“Ah, Lucas, you look different that what I imagined as well. Kinder in a sense.”
“Better watch yourself now,” Tony’s voice was devoid of any emotions regarding excitement now, stern and deep.
“So, the ruthlessness comes out,” Marco awkwardly laughed, taking his seat as his wife sat down right besides him. “This is Maria, and you must be…?”
You stuck out your hand as he took it in his own, placing a small kiss on it. “I’m Julia,” You smiled small as Tony placed a hand on your back, making you retract your hand a bit faster.
“I see you have your girl trained,” Marco laughed at the way your posture changed, taking it for fear instead of nerves, good enough since it worked with the type of man he was. “Same as me, say hello Maria.”
“Hello,” She smiled as well, it clearly not reaching her eyes, as she put her own hand forward for Tony to do the same as Marco did.
“Good, good, we are so similar, both just wanting to sell and provide for our family!” Marco expressed, talking with his hands. “I’m glad we now get to chat Lucas, I’ve heard that you’re a good man, yet scary.”
“That’s good, what I want to be known for. I’m a good partner, but there should still be a hint of fear,” He laughed, taking a drink from the scotch on the table.
“Wise words. Reminds me of the Renassiance writer Machiavelli,” Marco mentioned. “Wrote ‘The Prince’, wise advice from a wise man.”
“Indeed,” Tony hummed, rubbing a small pattern on your back which made you flinch in the slightest, thrown off with just how touchy he was being.
“Shall we order? Then we could start our discussion!”
“I’m glad we made a deal,” Tony hummed, pleased with how he would soon be able to ‘purchase’ the device off of the man, fellow agents waiting outside to arrest him and everyone involved. “I’ll be sending the money now, and you have it with you?”
“I don’t, if I carried it on me, that would be too easy to snatch,” Marco laughed, taking another chug of his drink and finishing up the last of his food. “But, it is outside in my car, if your darling, Y/n? Y/n, if she’d like to come with me to get it, I’m not opposed to that,” He smiled.
You looked up at Tony, awaiting his answer, and you knew he was contemplating it. Who knew where Marco’s car was, who else would be there, what could happen with you alone? But you had your gun.
“Sure, why not,” Tony stood up, turning you around, and placing his hands on both sides of your shoulder, moving his lips close to your ear to whisper “Be safe,” and pull back away to place a kiss on your lips.
You nodded at him, patting his hand and turning to follow Marco out to the back door. He led you through the dark night to where a car stayed park, lights on the outside and trunk popped open.
Soon Marco spun around, grabbing your bag and taking your gun out, throwing it to the side.
“Oh my! How did tha-”
“Shut up!” He quickly cut off your act. “Your husband hiding his gun in your bag, thinks he’s smart. You probably can’t even shoot it, I’ll prove to that idiot not to mess with me, because now his poor wife is going to be killed,” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him. “Sorry, you’re kind of pretty, too bad your husband thinks I’m a idiot.”
“Too bad you are,” You scoffed, kicking him up in the crotch to then turn around and spin kick him in his ribs, unlatching the knife hidden underneath your dress and griping it tightly in your hand.
“You bitch!” He yelled as he rushed after you, as you ducked, a man quickly came from out of the car, grabbing you from behind and making you drop your knife. “Ha!”
“Fuck,” You mumbled, squirming in his grip and surveying your surroundings.
“Hey, take this!” Tony yelled, coming up to Marco and punching him square in the face, Marco swung the knife, cutting Tony’s stomach as the both fell to the ground. You took this opportunity to move your hands up and poke the man holding you in the eyes, stepping on his foot, and turning around to punch him right in the nose.
Reaching down you grabbed your knife, Tony now standing up with your gun in his hand.
“We make a great power couple,” You smiled at his words, he walked forward to stand by you, aiming the gun at the two men who were just getting their balance. He handed you your purse with handcuff hidden in a pocket, handing you a pair.
“Our team just swarmed the restaurant, so don’t expect backup,” You commented, now hearing yelling and broken dishes in the background, watching men come out in handcuffs.
“Are you guys ready to go now?” Tony asked before the man who had attacked you ran after Tony and Marco ran after you.
Tony shot the man in the leg, him quickly falling down in pain. Marco ran for you as you stabbed his arm, elbowing him in the gut, and kicking at his knees so he fell to the ground.
“Yikes,” Tony winced as more agents came running up with their guns aimed. “That’s gotta hurt.”
“Yeah, it will,” You agreed, staring at the men, then facing back to Tony.
“Wow, you know,” He turned around looking straight at you, excited look on his face. “That felt just like how I imagined the spies in movies feel, the perfect lines and moves. Wow,” He sighed. “I feel like I’m on some high right no- oh yeah,” He looked down at his shirt with a blood stain seeping through.
“Tony! Shit!” You swore, ripping a bit of your dress and putting it on the wound, guiding him back into the restaurant and making him sit on one of the counters as you attended to his wound, finding the first aid kit and getting to work. He let out a little noise as soon as you tried to clean up some of the blood around it.
“Stop whining,” You grumbled, opening up the first aid kit as the man sitting on the counter just huffed a little, setting his attention onto some odd decoration hanging on the wall.
“It hurts!” He whipped his head around to face you, slightly mumbling when he felt the pain from moving to quick, cursing in the slightest. “Hurry!”
“I’m not some nurse,” You shook your head, walking back over. “Please, let me read this so I know I’m doing the right thing!” You were stressed and now trying to put some ointment on the cut, the directions in the box saying that was the correct thing to do, and then using multiple bandages to cover it.
“Thanks,” He huffed when you were finished. “Guess I’m going to have to cancel that night out with my college buddies tomorrow, can’t go with a huge slash in my stomach!”
“That’s smart, you should stay home, watch some of your movies or something.”
“It’s not as fun as going out with them,” There was a slight pout on his lips as he stared down at his injury. “This is what I get as a thanks for saving someones life?”
“You didn’t save my life,” You quickly corrected him, beginning to put some of the materials away and try to find some water for him. “But, I guess, maybe I can come to your place and we could watch some movies together?”
“Sure! Just be prepared, if you’re coming, we have to do this whole marathon because you haven’t seen any of the classics. And that’s more disappointing since you’ve lived in America for such a long time.”
It was easy to tell the news immediately brightened up his mood, and maybe the day together could be nice.
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Gibbs: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.
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The Peace Out Here - NCIS Reader Insert
Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of weapons, nonexplicit mentions of rape, pregnancy, doubts about pregnancy
Word count: 1506
Request by: anonymous
“Hey you! I really liked your Tony x Reader one were he comforts her bc she found out she's pregnant from rape? I was wondering how Gibbs would react to the same?”
A/N: Hey you! I’m finally getting to your request, sorry it has taken so long! I want to remind everyone that this story has triggers, so please read the warnings before continuing.
You fumble with the lock for a minute before the door swings open, revealing a rustic, sparsely furnished interior. You step inside, dropping your bag off by the doorway and pushing the door closed behind you. For the first time in what feels like weeks, you breathe out a sigh of relief.
The chill of the unwarmed room forces you to keep your jacket on as you search around the semi-dark room for the pack of matches you knew Jethro kept around. After a few minutes of stumbling around, you find the matches and proceed to light the few candles scattered around. You knew you’d have to go charge to the generator to get the electricity on, but you couldn’t find the energy to go back outside in the cold fall rain and do so.
You whisper out a soft breath of thanks upon seeing the small stack of firewood next to the fireplace. Several failed attempts later and you finally manage to get a small fire going, the heat of which steadily starts warming the cabin. After pulling off your shoes, you climb into the sagging bed, wrapping the thick quilt around yourself and letting the exhaustion pulling at you take over.
The night passes uneventfully as the nightmares remain at bay for the first time in weeks. You wonder briefly if it had to do with the lingering scent of Jethro on the sheets or the quiet security of the cabin. Whatever the reason, you wake up feeling truly refreshed, the coolness of the air helping to wake you up. You take a moment to make the bed before heading to the bathroom to change out of your clothes from the previous day. You bend down, putting on your sneakers, and just as you are lacing them up a knock on the door stops you.
The sound sends your heart racing through your chest, your hand instinctively going for your hip, where you typically get your holstered weapon. Your fingers grasp at nothing and you realize with a start, that you’d left your sidearm locked up in the safe back home. You cautiously move to the door, standing mostly behind it as you crack it open, revealing a casually dressed Jethro. You step back, fully opening the door as you feel your face heat up with embarrassment. You loosen your grip on the door, stepping to the side and moving back into the cabin, taking a seat on the bed.
Jethro slowly follows you in, pushing the door closed behind him. He pulls off his jacket, haphazardly laying it on a wooden chair before regarding you with knowing eyes.
“How did...uh, how’d you find me, Jethro?” You ask softly, your fingers tracing the worn squares of the handmade patchwork quilt covering the bed as you try not to dwell on the fact that you’d just called your boss by his first name.
Your question goes unanswered and after a few long moments, you lift your eyes to his. His piercing blue eyes are on you, his gaze unwavering as he speaks. “You told Abby you were going to clear your head, someplace off the grid where you could find peace.” He pauses, taking a step closer to you. His voice is rough with an unreadable emotion when he continues. “You told me once that you felt a true sense of peace out here, away from everything.”
His words hang in the air, suspended on the unasked question of why you’d come up here alone. He doesn’t force you to speak and a part of you feels that he probably already knows the answer to that silent question. The silence stretches out between the two of you as you struggle to find the words to tell Jethro the truth.
“We need firewood.” He says simply, shrugging his worn Carharrt back on before tugging open the heavy wooden door and stepping out into the chill of the fall night. You suck in a deep breath, trying to slow the rapid pace of your heart. You knew you’d have to tell him the truth, no matter how much the thought alone left you feeling queasy.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was the single most important in your life; he had been since the day you’d walked into that dated orange bullpen. The first time he’d looked at you, it felt as if you were been seen for the first time, as if he knew everything you’d ever be. He quickly became the one you trusted the most on the team, aside from maybe Abby. As completely cliche as it was, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling in love with him. And although the two of you completely shied away from the topic of feelings, you had this strange notion that maybe he felt the same for you. But how do you tell the man you loved something that would altogether change your life, and possibly even his?
Jethro pushes the door open with his shoulder, a load of split logs in his arms. A cold blast of air hits you and makes you shiver, only stopping when he shoved the door closed again. He moved effortlessly to the fireplace.
“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out, your words hitting Jethro like a bullet as he freezes in place. He is still for a long moment before he slowly sets down the logs, turning around to face you. His blue eyes are ice cold, devoid of any emotion as he flatly says, “Is it his?”
You can’t bring yourself to hold his gaze, your eyes dropping to your feet as you give a small nod of your head, a lump of emotions rising in your chest that you try to fight. An overwhelming tide of shame washes over you, coupling with a growing feeling of anxiety that leaves you breathless. The moment his rough hand brushes yours that tenuous wall you’d built comes tumbling down, a rush of tears springing to the surface. His strong arms are wrapped around you before you can even take a step closer to him. You bury your face in his neck, trying to stop the tears that are now rushing down your face. You find comfort in his arms, feeling for the first time in a long time like things were maybe going to be okay. You pull back just enough to look him square in the eyes for the first time since you’d spoken.
He brings a large, rough hand up to gently cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing a soft line up your cheekbone. “Just tell me what you need Y/N.” His voice is thick with emotion, telling you far more than his words were.
You can feel the tears rising within you at his words, but you force down the surge of emotions, not ready to cry again only moments after you’d just stopped. “Jethro...I-I don’t know what to do.” You roughly wipe a hand over your eyes, brushing away the remnants of tears. “I’ve never felt so completely helpless in my life. It feels like every decision is being made for me, faster than I can even comprehend.” You lean into his hand, closing your eyes as you continue in a broken whisper. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go, Jethro. I wanted to do this right. I wanted this… with you.” You trail off, having said what had been on your mind for the last day and a half.
“Just because it didn’t happen the way it should’ve doesn’t mean it can’t happen Y/N. I’m here now and I’ll be here through the whole thing. I can promise you that Y/N.” His hand slides from your cheek, down your face to under your chin, gently lifting it until your eyes meet his again. He gives you the softest smile, one you can’t ever recall seeing on him before. “I can be whatever you and the baby need Y/N.”
That wildly desperate feeling that had been seizing control of you starts to slowly fade away at his words and you find yourself leaning in, the distance between the two of you disappearing as you softly press your lips to his. His hands come up to tenderly wrap around each side of your face as he briefly deepens the kiss before leaning back and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“I just need you, Jethro.” You whisper in a moment of complete honesty, that feeling of safety that you only ever felt around him washing over you.
“I’ll be here as long as you want me to be.” He responds, his voice thick and heavy with emotion.
“I’ll always want you.” You breathe out. He doesn’t say anything in response, instead, he leans down, giving you another kiss before he wraps his arms around you. And as uncertain as your future was, you could trust in the fact that the one constant in the days, months, even years, to come would be Jethro.
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