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Nathan and the Dark Lord - Chapter 1

When Nathan woke up, everything seemed to be as usual. He slowly sat down, yawned and stretched.

"I would love to sleep a little longer, but the master will soon call for me," he thought half asleep.

But it was no use. Sighing, he got up, went to his wash basin and washed himself. Then he got dressed and went downstairs, where Master Ottwa was surely already waiting for him.

And indeed Ottwa was already awake, but he was running around the living room frantically. That was very unusual for him, because the master was normally the epitome of calm. Something very bad must have happened if he was so beside himself.

"Master, what happened?" Nathan asked worriedly. Ottwa looked at him with an inscrutable look. Then he spoke in a grave voice: "The Dark Lord has found us."

The Dark Lord? Never heard of it. “Who’s that?” asked the boy.

The master turned around and pointed to the window, through which jet-black clouds and fog could be seen.

Nathan got goosebumps just looking at it. These clouds didn't bode well.

“Master...” he didn't get any further because Ottwa interrupted him rudely:

“Quickly, go upstairs and pack your things. You have to get out of here immediately.”

The boy didn't understand anything of what was happening, but the master had to be obeyed. So he ran up the stairs to his room, quickly packed his few belongings and went back to the living room.

When he got there, Ottwa grabbed him in a tight hug. Then he pressed his signet ring into Nathan's hand and said: “Take my ring and go north. Find my cousin Ozowox and show him the ring. Tell him what happened. He will teach you further.”

Nathan looked at him, frightened and horrified, and didn't move. “Come on, GO!!!” Ottwa yelled and the panicked boy ran as fast as he could out of the secret back entrance of the house.

Some distance away was a small forest with densely grown trees and bushes, in which Nathan found refuge for the time being.

He crouched down and tried to make himself as small as possible while he watched through the branches as the large black cloud approached the master's house.

What would happen? Certainly nothing good. Nathan was afraid. He was very afraid because the threat was extremely palpable. The cloud billowed over the landscape with great thunder and noise and seemed so threatening that even the animals fled and those who couldn't flee fell silent and hid in the hope of surviving.

Nathan also waited silently in his hiding place and hoped against his better judgment that everything would go well and that he could return to the master as soon as the danger was over.

But the old man's victory was very unlikely, because the gaseous wall was vibrating with energy and he would have very little to counter it.

Then he saw Ottwa step out of the door, composed and with his head held high.

"Where is the boy?" suddenly a rumble of thunder sounded that made Nathan's hair stand on end.

The old man confidently folded his arms in front of his chest and shouted: "He's not here. I sent him away. You won't find him and use him for your own purposes!"

"Then... DIE!!!" came a shrill scream from the cloud, followed by a bright flash of lightning, which Ottwa was able to block with a magical protective shield.

At that moment the boy finally realized that this was a fight to the death and that the master would use up all his mana for it.

His affection for him cried out to help Ottwa, but his inner voice said that his mentor was sacrificing himself to give him time to escape.

While Nathan was thinking about what to do, the old man cast the next spell, which caused a strong wind to disperse the cloud. He had a small success with this, but the gaseous waves quickly contracted again and another lightning bolt struck the earth.

The master stretched out his arm and curled the fingers of his hand to collect more mana. But as he was about to cast his next spell, his opponent's attack hit him with full force and hurled him to the ground.

Loud, malicious laughter filled the entire area: "Ottwa, you little old fool! What are YOU trying to do against ME?!"

"I'll harm you as much as I can to destroy your evil work and your existence!!!" came the loud answer, closely followed by a whirlwind that manifested itself at the master's command and began to spin faster and faster. This spell cost him so much mana that it was almost used up and he began to stagger from weakness.

"The master can't hold out much longer. Time is running out," thought Nathan worriedly and ran as fast as he could into the direction that the master had told him.

Behind him he heard loud banging, explosions and then a piercing scream. Then...silence.

He didn't have to turn around to know what had happened: his mentor had lost the fight and was dead.

Filled with panic, the boy ran and ran, while inwardly saying a final goodbye to Ottwa.

Completely exhausted and traumatized, Nathan moved from place to place and everywhere he went he asked about a magician named Ozowox, but no one knew him. Sad and robbed of all confidence, he decided that he would just try the next town. If he didn't find him there, he would give up his search.

(To be continued in Chapter 2.)

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Undercover Lap dance - Chapter 2

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: It's getting very hot, but non-explicit

As agreed, half an hour later, Gibbs, Mr. Albert and Tony were waiting anxiously for Jenny and you in the NCIS fitness room.

Gibbs looked at his watch again because you ladies were still making them wait and his impatience was growing.

Another 5 minutes later, he was already annoyed and about to leave the room and go back to the office when the two of you finally arrived.

Jenny went ahead and apologized for the delay due to problems with your costume.

And then you walked out of the changing room to them and the men's eyes almost popped out of their heads in amazement, while Jenny had a hard time keeping herself from laughing out loud at their expressions. 

Because you came all dressed up in your dance costume and it wasn't just an ordinary one. No, it was a real samba costume from Brazil.

The emerald green, sequined bra showed more than it covered, as it just reached over the nipples of your ample breasts and the very skimpy panties were the same color and style and just covered your pubic area.

You also wore an emerald green feather crown and large wings made of emerald green feathers.

You looked breathtaking and very sexy. You carefully turned around to show the costume fully. And when Tony saw that the panties were actually just a thong and that it only emphasized your apple-shaped, firm bottom even more, he almost literally started drooling.

Normally he would have gotten a head-slap from Gibbs to bring him back to reality, but Jethro had to fight too, because you looked absolutely stunning and the costume showed off your curves perfectly.

If you could move now…the men you would dance for would be lost.

Jenny grinned contentedly at the three men who still had to gather themselves.

Tony's face showed desire, Gibbs swallowed hard and couldn't stop staring at you and Mr. Albert grinned smugly and had dollar signs in his eyes.

Finally, Jenny turned to Mr. Albert and asked matter-of-factly: "You were informed about our plans?"

The man addressed nodded in agreement, but had concerns: "She looks hot, but can she dance? I mean table dancing and lap dancing?"

Jenny just looked at him coldly, because she knew perfectly well that this question was coming. But he was right. It would be too obvious if you couldn't dance.

She turned to you: "Y/N...you know what this is about...would you please give us a sample of your dancing skills?"

“It's a bit embarrassing in front of colleagues, but yes. Of course. Can you please turn on the music?”

Confidently, you walked to the opposite end of the room as the music started playing.

When you reached your destination, you stood with your back to your audience and began your performance.

Slowly, you bent forward and stuck out your tight butt while you kept moving your upper body downward until your hands touched the floor and your butt was high in the air.

Then you slowly sat down, spread your legs wide apart and put your head back. After a short moment, you looked at the wall again, brought your legs together and folded them under you to finally stand up.

But this was only the beginning, because now you slowly turned around and ran your hands along your curvy body. Very slowly, inch by inch. You looked lasciviously at your colleagues and walked towards them, swaying your hips in time with the music.

And yes, your show had an effect, because they could hardly control themselves and keep their hands to themselves.

But the lap dance was still missing.

It was a good thing that Ducky burst into the room at that moment looking for Gibbs, as the two of them wanted to go out to eat together. And because sweet Ducky would be the least dangerous test subject of the men currently present.

So you walked slowly and seductively towards him, took him by the hand and led him to the chair standing in the middle of the room and pushed him down onto it.

The poor guy didn't know what was going on, but he just let it happen.

Carefully moving to the rhythm of the music, you sat down on his lap. Inch by inch, you ran your fingertips along his chest and nibbled on his earlobe while you rubbed your breasts and your pubic area against him.

And obviously this didn't fail to have its effect, because he could barely suppress a moan.

But then the song ended. You tenderly kissed him on the cheek, stood up and turned to your colleagues.

Jenny grinned and Mr. Albert asked absolutely thrilled: "You are my new star! When can you start?"

Ducky cleared his throat as he stood up and said: "A thoroughly pleasant experience. Thank you for that, my dear."

Gibbs continued to stare at you. For him, you were a temptation on two legs and absolutely hot. But that was new for him. He had always found you nice, friendly, likeable and sweet, but hot, sexy and erotic? No.

But that had changed suddenly in the last few minutes, because you had a seductive body and your erotic movements... had burned themselves into his memory and his body, because they had really fueled his imagination.

Yes, Jenny was right. You were definitely talented and a real weapon that hardly anyone could resist.

And while he gradually regained his composure, Tony was still staring at you lustfully with his mouth open until a head-slap from Jethro brought him back down to earth.

Confused, Tony shook his head and was about to complain when he saw Gibbs' stern look and then disappeared with a quiet "I need a shower. Ice. Cold."

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what if you’re on your knees and giving Gibbs head and suddenly Zeva wants something from Gibbs and you’re hiding under his desk, still giving him pleasure while Gibbs tries to act calm and collected and secretly like Zeva knows what’s going on, smirking in amusement before she leaves him to his privacy.

Dear anon, thank you so much for your request!! 

I've never written smut before, but I tried. 

Hope you like it. 😊

I think that would be just one of those times when she caught you having fun together. Because as a new couple you just couldn't keep your hands off each other.

She had almost caught you once when you were kissing wildly in the mostly unused stairwell. One day she was waiting for the elevator, which Gibbs had stopped once again.

At first she thought that he probably wanted to have another secret conversation. But then she clearly heard a man and a woman moaning and how they were clearly doing it with each other.

As both of them were moaning with pleasure, it must be very good, she thought mischievously and took the stairs, because that could take a while. But it was good that there was no one else in the building who could have discovered you.

The next evening she was on her way out of the building again when she passed the observation room. Since she heard suspicious noises, she carefully and quietly opened the door and peeked through the small gap. She had to admit to herself that she really liked what she saw.

Because Gibbs was currently pampering your breasts with his tongue while he was as deep inside you as he could. And to prevent you from moaning, he covered your mouth. He regretted this because he loved hearing you moan for him and only for him and cry out for release.

A few weeks later, you were called into the office on the weekend for a case that you were fortunately able to resolve quickly. You both still had a lot of paperwork to do and since you assumed that you were completely alone in the house by now, you took a break and went back to the observation room to make out wildly and uninhibitedly.

But against all reason, you both wanted more. So you got down on your knees in front of him, opened his pants and pampered him to the best of your ability. When he couldn't take it anymore, he pressed you against the wall with his whole body and stuck his tongue down your throat wildly and unrestrainedly.

Meanwhile, he pushed up your skirt, wrapped one of your legs around your waist and penetrated you quickly and hard, which elicited a surprised moan from you. That's exactly what he wanted to hear.

That day you just couldn't be quiet and when Ziva, who was still there, walked past the observation room, she heard you both surrendering to your passion.

She grinned knowingly and walked back to her desk, wishing you would let her join in.

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Undercover Lap dance - Chapter 1

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: It's getting very hot, but non-explicit

Frustrated, Gibbs stood in Director Shepard's office and reported:

"Jen, we're at a dead end with the case. The only thing we know for 100 percent is that the owner of the nightclub is innocent."

Gibbs groaned annoyed and frustrated, and paced up and down in front of Jenny's desk. That wasn't his thing at all. He had used every trick he could think of, but nothing led to solving the case.

A Navy lieutenant had been shot in the backstage area of ​​a nightclub and was found the next day by the cleaning lady, but no one in the club claims to have seen anything or to know the lieutenant.

According to Ducky's initial examination, the body had not been moved. That meant that the place where it was found was also the crime scene.

And this is where things got complicated.

No one claims to have heard the shot. This was quite possible with the guests of the club, as the music was usually quite loud in nightclubs and the staff area was heavily soundproofed.

In addition, the table dancing that this bar was known for drew all the attention of the guests.

The backstage area was off-limits to guests, but with a little planning it would have been quite possible to go in and return to the guest area unnoticed.

To make matters worse, there were private rooms where individual guests were offered a lap dance for a fee.

In one of these rooms the victim was sitting on the chair with three holes in the back.

It was obviously a devious murder and the circle of suspects was quite large. It could have been any of the people present that evening.

But Gibbs' instinct told him that it must have been one of the employees.

The security staff had waterproof alibis. The owner of the establishment, Mr. Albert, too. Confirmed by his entire family, he was suffering from diarrhea, since the early hours of the evening of the crime and was not even near the club. This meant that the two bartenders and the dancers were the only remaining suspects.

In the case of the bartenders, there was a security camera that proved that they were standing behind their bar and serving the guests during the crime.

So the only suspects left were the dancers, and they were far too intimidated to say anything.

It was infuriating, but they were still left with a body and no clues.

While Gibbs listed the facts so far, he marched up and down in front of Director Shepard's desk the whole time, as he always did when he was annoyed and frustrated and the investigation of a case was at a dead end.

“He drove me crazy with that before,” she thought in frustration and tried not to let it influence her, but she only succeeded mediocrely. 

“We have to get the dancers to talk somehow,” the investigator thought out loud.

Then Jenny suddenly had an idea…

“Yes, that would be really good!” she thought. Excited about her idea, she began to smile and then said:

“We'll send someone undercover to gain their trust and find out what they know.”

Jethro stopped abruptly. He looked at her thoughtfully, but also as if he was about to have her committed to a psychiatric hospital.

“You want to send a colleague undercover as an erotic dancer? Are you serious?” he replied, making it clear through his tone that he thought her suggestion was completely absurd.

But Shepard stuck to her opinion: “The dancers can go anywhere. And so an agent could go anywhere too - including the dressing rooms.”

Jethro had to admit that this argument was not to be dismissed.

“And who would be able to take on the job?” he asked doubtfully.

Jenny grinned broadly: “Oh, I know someone. A friend of mine who works in the research department could do it.”

“Who?”

“Y/N.”

Gibbs' eyes widened in astonishment: “Y/N? Really, Jenny? Sweet little Y/N? You would throw her to the wolves!” He couldn't believe it.

This was exactly the reaction the director had expected from him, because everyone who was confronted with Jessie's natural talent for the first time showed it.

With a knowing and mischievous grin she simply replied: “Yes, sweet, always happy, innocent Y/N... believe me, she is not as harmless as she seems.”

He just shook his head in disbelief: “Good. If you think she can do it…”

He snorted and shrugged his shoulders “we don’t have any other choice anyway.”

Jen was thrilled, she had won.

“Okay, you clarify it with the owner of the club and I’ll call Y/N. We’ll meet in the gym in half an hour with Y/N, Mr. Albert and Tony.”

(To be continued in Chapter 2.)

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A well-meant Plan

Oh man, the boss could be really stressful. He didn't have any hobbies other than building his boat, which was probably the reason why he didn't pay attention to the time of day or night or to private appointments.

His mood also fluctuated between bad, worse and terrible.

On this day, the latter was more the case, which Tony and you have already felt.

After Gibbs had loudly reprimanded you both for the second time, he went to get a coffee and you could finally take a breather.

"Phew, it's best to avoid the boss today," said DiNozzo as he came to you for a short chat.

"Yes. And because we have to work overtime again, I had to cancel another date," you replied, annoyed and disappointed.

Suddenly Tony started grinning and shouted: "I got it! That's THE idea!"

That sounded interesting. You looked up at him curiously: “What’s up? Tell me!”

He leaned towards you conspiratorially, lowered his voice and said: “He needs a woman!”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. That was just too absurd.

“Are you seriously trying to set Gibbs up? Are you crazy?”

“No! Listen: he doesn’t have a private life of his own, which is why it doesn’t bother him at all if he makes us work overtime. A woman at his side would complain if he just sat in the office all the time. That would inevitably mean less work for us too,” he argued and paused briefly.

Then he continued: “Think about it… finishing work earlier and sleeping in on the weekend, being able to meet up with friends without constantly having to worry about being called and having to leave...”

The argument was extremely convincing and you were excited about his plan: “You know what? We’ll try it! And I already have the perfect candidate for it!”

Tony was thrilled: “Tell me.”

Grinning mischievously, you described your friend: “Sue is tall, confident, independent, pretty and has red hair.”

“Hey! She’s perfect! Call her right away!” Tony called out. You immediately picked up the phone and asked her to pick you up from the office in the hope that Gibbs would be back by then.

And indeed, he came back a short time later, fixed you with a venomous look, sat down at his desk and continued working.

A few minutes later, Sue arrived and immediately after entering the office, she eyed up Jethro and he assessed her. Of course…she had red hair…Tony and you just winked at each other. Your plan seemed to be working.

You watched with excitement as the two of them approached each other and actually made plans to meet up that same evening!!!

My goodness, contrary to expectations, it went brilliantly!!! If something developed from this, you would finally have a chance at a solid life outside of the office!

Your plan seemed to be working.

In the next few weeks, Sue actually visited more often to pick up Gibbs for an evening together. He was really in a better mood and he stopped calling you all the time after work.

But the longer the two of them met and the more often you had to watch them chatting intimately, laughing and leaving the office together, the unhappier you became.

You couldn't explain it, but it was true.

At every meeting, Sue raved to you about her meetings and evenings together with Jethro. She told you so enthusiastically what a gentleman he is and how wonderful their time together is that you could see the hearts in her eyes.

With each of her descriptions, you were happy for the two of them and were just waiting for the official announcement that they were a couple. But with every meeting, the stab in your heart and the pain of loss grew.

At first you couldn't explain it, but at some point you had to accept that you were in love with him yourself. But now the chance to be happy together was gone. And you had only yourself to blame.

While he became happier and smiled now and then, you became more and more sad. And when you couldn't stand it anymore, you decided to talk to your friend Abby about it.

Desperate and seeking advice, you sat in her lab and talked everything off your chest.

"Tony and I just wanted him to be happy again, but the plan backfired completely... I wish them both all the happiness in the world. And that's why I'm going to ask for a transfer."

Abby looked at you in shock: "Why?"

Sadly you hung your head and replied quietly: "Because I love him."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Jethro's deep voice suddenly sounded behind you. Damn. That wasn't planned.

When Abby saw him, she gasped and your heart almost stopped in shock. 

You turned red and wanted to flee, but he was standing right behind you and stopped you by gently holding your wrist.

That screamed for an urgently needed discussion between the two of you.

With a quick “I'll leave you alone and visit Ducky,” Abby left her lab to give you some privacy.

After she left, nothing happened at first. Neither of you knew how to begin, even though there was so much to discuss.

Silently and with a thousand questions in his eyes, Gibbs looked at you and finally asked quietly: "Why didn't you say anything?"

You were very uncomfortable being confronted by him about this, which is why you tried to evade him with an equally quiet "It doesn't matter."

"No, it DOES matter!" he insisted in a firm voice while he continued to hold your wrist, fearing that you would run away as soon as he let go of you.

"No, it doesn't." Your desperation grew. How were you supposed to explain to him what was going on inside you? He would only say that he wanted Sue and not you and that you should forget everything.

You knew that this was probably best, but you couldn't bear to hear those words from him.

But he showed no mercy and continued to try to get you to talk. He looked you straight in the eyes and spoke forcefully:

"It DOES matter to ME. So why? Why didn't you talk to me?"

That look that felt like he could see into the very depths of your soul... you could no longer withstand it.

Sighing deeply and closing your eyes, you gave up your resistance.

You gathered all your courage, opened your eyes again and looked at him firmly. "I wanted you to be happy and that's why I set you two up. But over time I realized that it hurt me to see you leave the office together." 

You had managed the first part of your confession. But the hardest part was still to come and the thought of it made your heart sink.

A big lump formed in your throat and you tried with all your might to hold back your tears. But that was no longer possible and you felt them slowly starting to run down your cheeks.

Jethro didn't say a word during your little break. He stood in front of you and still looked at you expectantly. When he saw your tears, he began to stroke your arms soothingly and maybe help you somehow.

"Every time Sue talked about your time together and I saw how she beamed with happiness, I was happy for you. But it hurt me so much and every time I think my heart is going to break into a thousand pieces with grief," you said, getting quieter and quieter, trying to reveal your inner feelings to him. 

With every word you spoke, your hopelessness grew. But the worst was yet to come: releasing him. It felt like you were ripping your own heart out, but it had to be done. For Sue. But mostly for him.

You hung your head and collected yourself one last time before you could look at him again. He was completely blurred through your veil of tears. If you hadn't felt so miserable, you would have found it amusing. But no, you weren't in the mood to laugh at all.

Jethro continued to hold your hand patiently, stroked the back of your hand soothingly and waited. He had the feeling that you weren't finished yet. So he waited.

Finally, you continued: "I'm very happy for you two and wish you all the happiness in the world."

Then you took a deep breath and started again: "...and that's why I'm going."

Your words took the ground from under Gibbs' feet and all his self-confidence was gone. He couldn't let you go. He had to somehow convince you to stay with him. He couldn't lose you.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. You just looked deep into each other's eyes in the hope of finding out what the other was thinking.

Then he stroked your cheek with his thumb and wiped away your tears. "You silly thing," he scolded you gently.

He carefully put his arm around your neck and came closer and closer to you. He hoped fervently that you wouldn't run away.

He closed his eyes and blew a tender kiss on your lips. When he noticed that you didn't resist, he softly placed his lips on yours and gently pulled you towards him.

It was enough to make you melt. For both of you, it was finally the fulfillment of all your dreams, but suddenly you tore yourself away from him and slapped him.

"How dare you?!” you hissed at him.

You had just torn him out of a beautiful world and he no longer understood anything. In his confusion he just stared at you: "What do you mean?"

You wavered between the breathtaking feeling of being in his arms and pure despair. Why didn't he understand that?

"How dare you kiss me? Kiss the woman you love instead!" was your advice to him.

"Yes, exactly," he agreed and took another step towards you.

"What are you doing?" you asked cautiously.

He grinned confidently: "Follow your advice." Before you could react, he grabbed you, pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips to yours again. At first you tried to resist, but after a short time your resistance weakened. And when his tongue gently stroked your lower lip and asked for entry, you finally surrendered.

As your tongues danced together and carefully explored each other's mouth, fireworks exploded in your hearts. That was exactly what you were both looking for.

But it was wrong. He was in a relationship with your friend, your mind switched on again.

Reluctantly, you ended your kiss and wanted to tell him that you shouldn't do that. But he gently put a finger on your lips and whispered: "There is nothing between Sue and me. There was never anything and there never will be. We only met and talked a few times. We are just friends. But I'm glad that it made you recognize and understand your feelings. And that's why I'm taking your advice... I'm kissing the woman I love.”

To emphasize his words, he kissed you again and you were absolutely speechless at his confession.

“But...”

"No buts."

Again he stole a kiss from you and now that he had finally tasted and felt your lips, he could not and would never stop kissing you.

“Do you still want to go?” he asked you almost shyly.

“No! I'm staying with you!” you cried, beaming with joy and threw your arms around his neck.

He burst with joy, took you in his arms and laughed “I'm so happy!”

The two of you stood in Abby's lab, hugging each other tightly, sharing the deepest kiss ever and it said more than words could have ever expressed.

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New Story is Coming!!!

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Plot:

A Navy lieutenant was shot dead in a nightclub, but the investigation has reached a dead end. There's only one thing the NCIS can do: someone has to go undercover there to find out more. 

Since you bring everything you need for table dancing, you will be the one going undercover. 

But no one expected the consequences this undercover job would have on your male colleagues…

Warnings: It's going to get hot, but non-explicit.

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Parties with colleagues and their consequences

"Phew, the party last night was really good," you thought to yourself as you woke up from your deep slumber.

You slowly opened your eyes and tried to get your bearings as to where you were. You didn't have a hangover because you weren't drunk, but you were completely overtired, which is why you weren't so sure where you were right now.

It was clear that you were lying in a bed. However, the surroundings seemed strange to you. Okay, so far everything was fine. Then you noticed that you weren't alone and that someone was lying behind you. That was interesting. Which of your colleagues had you hooked up with or the other way around?

Good question. To answer this, you turned around and froze when you saw two familiar sky blue eyes that were looking at you with interest and scrutiny.

"Oh shit," was the only thought in your mind. Of all your colleagues, you ended up in bed with Gibbs!!!

You only had one thought: escape.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't get the chance because you panicked and got dressed and ran out of his house and drove home.

You spent the rest of the day trying to remember what happened last night, but everything was gone.

Gibbs, on the other hand, knew exactly what had happened and he was completely happy with how the night had gone until you escaped. Especially because he had only gone to the party because of you.

What bothered him, however, was that you had escaped as soon as you woke up. And the question of why was on his mind as he worked on his boat.

The next day in the office was like running the gauntlet. He came to your office at every opportunity and you did everything you could, either make a phone call or leave the office when you saw him heading to you.

You didn't want to talk to him because you were afraid of what he would say to you. "Hey Y/N, whatever happened, let's forget it. It was just a slip-up," he would probably say. No thanks, you really didn't feel like that. Because if you were honest, waking up next to him in the morning was exactly what you wanted.

He was slowly losing patience. Ever since you arrived at the office, he had been trying to talk to you. He just had to know why you left and how you felt about last night.

For him, it was the fulfillment of his wishes. Waking up in the morning with you in his arms and a hot night between the sheets before that. But you obviously saw it differently.

There was no other way. You two absolutely had to sort this out, otherwise he would lose his mind.

So he went back to your office and just as he entered, you picked up the phone.

He quickly closed the door behind him, took the phone from your hand and hung up.

“I’ve to make a phone call,” you told him reproachfully.

“You can do that after our conversation,” he replied impatiently.

Then he leaned on your desk to get close to you and asked angrily: “What was that this morning? Why did you leave without saying a word?”

You tried to stay cool. You stood up and just answered him: “It doesn’t matter.”

You had to protect your heart at all costs, but you knew that he wanted to talk about it and that you couldn’t avoid him forever.

But Gibbs had other plans. You would sort it out, right now.

As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him possessively, hissing angrily: “We're going to sort this out NOW!! Damn it, TALK to me!!!”

For a brief moment you stood in the middle of the room, both of your hearts racing wildly and you just stared into each other's eyes.

Then he continued: “I was only at the party because of you... last night was the best night of my life and waking up in the morning with you in my arms... is exactly what I want for my future. What I want for OUR future, to be precise.”

Did he mean that seriously? Obviously yes. Every word. Was that really true?

“Then last night we...” you began hesitantly.

“...slept together? Made love? Yes! And it was wonderful,” he finished your sentence and then continued: “Why did you run away?”

Embarrassed, you looked at your feet and then back at him: “I didn't remember exactly what had happened and thought you wanted me to disappear.”

He laughed. Was that possible? He laughed!

He took your chin in his hand, kissed you tenderly and spoke softly: “I don't want to forget it, I want to do it again. Both of us. Together. But not as a cheap affair, but as a couple. What do you say?”

In response, you kissed him hard and thoroughly and then answered loudly and clearly with a broad grin:

“YESSSSS!!!!”

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My story

"The Neverending Kiss"

is finally complete!!!

And here are the two parts of it:

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Fandom: NCIS (Gibbs x Reader)

Story: A kiss that changes your life forever.

Warnings: fluff, little bit of hotness

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The Neverending Kiss - Chapter 2

Part 2 is finally there!!! Have fun!!

Despite the many looks from your colleagues, Gibbs led you straight to the elevator to leave the office and the whole time he held your hand tightly in his.

You assumed that he would certainly pull away from you so that the colleagues wouldn't see this intimate gesture, but he made no move to do so.

It was nice that he didn't want to lose contact with you, but what would the others think?

He seemed to notice your uneasiness as you waited for the elevator. So he leaned towards you and whispered: "What's bothering you?"

You looked at him nervously and answered: "I wonder what the others will think when they see us holding hands."

He shrugged and said lightly: "I don't care. Don't worry."

“But…” Whatever you wanted to say was never said as he pulled your head towards him by your neck and kissed you tenderly.

When he broke the kiss, he whispered, “No ‘buts’. Besides, the elevator is here.”

He winked, pulled you into the cabin and pressed the button to the exit of the building.

The doors had barely closed when you two hugged and kissed again. Now that you had finally confessed your feelings, it was really hard for you to keep your hands off each other.

But a few seconds later, the doors opened again and Gibbs led you to his truck.

The drive to his house was relatively short, so no real conversation took place. Besides, you both had to mentally process what had happened.

Entering his house for the first time was a bit awkward for you because you didn't know how to behave.

Alone… with him… after you had gotten close for the first time. But the feeling quickly disappeared when he closed the door behind him, pulled you lovingly into his arms, cupped your cheek and kissed you so lovingly and tenderly that you thought you would melt with happiness at any moment.

Far too soon he let you go again and headed towards the kitchen.

Your arms, which had just been wrapped around his strong shoulders, felt empty and you wished that he would come back so that you could continue to exchange caresses, but he obviously had other plans.

Because for him as a gentleman it was absolutely necessary to prepare you a nice dinner for two before anything happened between you...or not.

Sure, it was possible without that, but you were too special for him, which is why he was so keen to woo you and win you over.

So he set about preparing dinner and asked you: “This is a bit unexpected, which is why I'm not prepared for a romantic dinner. But do you like steak and potatoes?”

He was undoubtedly wonderful, without question.

“Oh yes. And maybe a beer, if you have one,” you answered him with a loving smile.

He grinned broadly. You couldn't have given a better answer.

“There's some in the fridge, get one - and one for me too, please.”

The dinner tasted very delicious. If one day he no longer feels like chasing criminals, he could certainly hold his own as a cook. But you admittedly weren't objective.

“What are you thinking about?”

This question caught you completely off guard and when you looked up, ice-blue eyes were looking at you searchingly.

“You're silent the whole time. What's wrong?” asked Jethro.

You had to laugh briefly. Of course he noticed your thoughtfulness. You simply couldn't hide anything from him. Was he like that as a child, too? It would be really interesting to know.

“You know, this all seems so unreal to me,” you tried to explain your thoughts to him.

He asked simply: “What?”

With slightly red cheeks you continued: “You…and I…here…together.”

He watched you shift nervously on your chair and decided to take away your fear.

“Are you finished eating?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, then let me quickly do the dishes and then I’ll show you something,” he said and stood up.

The dishes were done quicker than you thought, because you did them together. Your first joint household chore, so to speak, as you noted with a giggle.

And when you were finished, he took you by the hand again, said “come with me” and led you to a door.

Then he opened it and carefully led you down a flight of stairs into the basement of his house. When you got there, your eyes almost popped out of your head in amazement. You thought it was just a rumor, but there was actually a boat under construction in front of you!!! Unbelievable.

He let you go, went to his workbench and got a block of wood with sandpaper. Then he went to the boat and waved you over: "Come here," he asked you gently and smiled encouragingly.

You walked cautiously towards him. When reached him, he took your hand, pulled you towards him and pressed the sanding block into your hand. Then he turned to the boat with you in his arms, put his hand on yours and slowly and carefully began to sand the newest rib.

Neither of you said anything. There was no need to, because the air heated up and began to crackle as you two swam in a sea of ​​emotions.

You both tried to concentrate on the grain of the wood, but that was very difficult, if not impossible, because you were embraced by his arms and his strong chest pressed against your back. You felt his warm breath and his soft lips on your cheek as he gave you little kisses over and over again.

How were you supposed to concentrate on what you were doing?

He didn't care about the boat at all. If something broke, he would just replace it.

The feeling of holding and feeling you in his arms was too overwhelming for him to concentrate on anything else.

“Ouch!” you suddenly cried out in pain, bringing both of you back to reality.

“What happened?” you heard Gibbs’ soft and worried voice right next to your ear.

“I have a splinter in my finger,” you answered and showed him the painful part of your hand.

“Just a minute,” he said, letting go of you and getting the first aid kit from the workbench.

Then he came back with tweezers and a plaster and asked you: “Show me.”

He carefully took your hand in his and cautiously pulled out the splinter of wood with the tweezers. Then he stuck a plaster on the spot just as gently.

When he was finished, he tenderly kissed the finger, looked at you, smiled and said: “It heals particularly well this way.”

That was so sweet of him that your heart overflowed with love for him and you threw yourself into his arms.

Laughing, he caught you and wrapped his arms around your middle.

You lovingly placed your lips on his and put all the feelings you had for him into the kiss.

Breathless, you let him go again after a short while and whispered: “I love you.”

His heart exploded with joy and love for you. He wanted to say so much to you, but only a few words passed his lips. But they were the most beautiful words you had ever heard, because he said “I love you too” and then took your breath away with an incredibly sensual and tender kiss in which he also put all his feelings.

You stood there like that for a long time. Again and again you whispered loving words to each other and your hands began to explore each other's bodies. At the same time, your kisses became more intense and hotter and your tongues fought for dominance.

Unnoticed by you, he walked towards the boat, which you finally felt on your back as he pressed his whole body against you.

But you didn't care, because you only wanted him and he only wanted you.

Slowly, Gibbs' hands slid under your shirt and took it off. He caressed your bare skin and you felt like you were dying of bliss. It was wonderful to feel his hands on your body.

And you too began to explore his body. Tenderly and longingly, your hands stroked his steel-hard muscles and his hairy chest and you couldn't help but moan. That was exactly how your dream man should be.

Gibbs couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he was on fire and burning with passion and desire.

He quickly threw his shirt onto the floor next to yours and the rest of both of your clothes followed, so that they were scattered all over the floor.

It was a challenge, but as it turned out, the boat was very solidly built...

...just like all of its successors, which luckily also couldn't tell anyone what you two had been up to in the basement.

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Good news

concerning my story

"The Neverending Kiss"!!!

the next and final Part 2 is finally finished and I will post it tomorrow!!

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A New Year's Eve to remember

Wishing you all a good and wonderful new year!!!!

“Oh no! Really?” you thought disappointedly.

You had been looking forward to your New Year's Eve trip with your best friend for the past few weeks and now she had to cancel because she was ill.

You were extremely disappointed. It would probably be best if you didn't go either, but she insisted that you do.

“What are you planning to do for New Year's Eve?” asked Tony, who was packing up and was obviously looking forward to a big party.

You collapsed into your chair and looked up at him sadly: “My best friend and I wanted to go to the mountains for New Year's Eve, but she's ill and unfortunately had to cancel.”

He looked at you sympathetically and asked: “And what are you going to do now?”

You shrugged your shoulders discouraged: “I'll probably stay at home. It's no fun going there alone, even though I've been looking forward to it for weeks." 

He smiled at you, put his hand on your shoulder and suggested: "I'm going to a big party with friends and I don't have anyone to accompany me. If you want company, feel free to call and we can go together." 

"Thank you for your offer. I'll think about it," you smiled at him. "Gladly," he replied laughing and left. 

Depressed, you also gathered your things together and left the office. 

One floor up, someone was standing, leaning on the railing of the gallery and watching the whole thing. And what he saw hurt his soul and he made a decision.

So he went down the stairs to his desk, packed his things and also left the office.

As always, he drove home, but this time he took a big bag, packed a few clothes and drove off again. 

When you got home, you collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and disappointed. What should you do? Drive to the mountains alone? Stay at home alone or call DiNozzo and go to the big party with him?

You thought about it for a while, but then a knock on the front door tore you out of your thoughts.

Who was that? No one usually came this late in the evening... unless there was a new case.

Sighing, you got up, walked slowly and listlessly to the door, opened it... and almost fell over in shock.

Gibbs stood in front of you in a lumberjack shirt, a thick jacket and jeans. Clearly casual clothes. The question remained: What was he doing here?

He grinned broadly at you. Completely confused, you looked at him and asked: “What are you doing here?”

He replied cheerfully: “Picking you up!”

“Do we have a new case?”

He shook his head: “No. We're going to the cottage in the mountains, like you planned.”

You still couldn't believe it and stood there without moving.

"Come on! Pack your things, get dressed and come," he shooed you into the bedroom.

Without thinking, you automatically followed his instructions and after a few minutes you were standing in front of him ready to leave.

He looked up and down at you and asked: "Do you have everything?" You confirmed this with a quick nod.

Again he grinned, completely uncharacteristically relaxed and excited: "Very good. Then we'll get going!"

With these words he turned around and left your apartment.

A short time later you were driving towards the mountains in his truck and it still seemed completely unreal to you.

What was happening here? Why was he behaving so strangely? Where some of the questions you pondered in your mind. 

He, on the other hand, was nervous beyond belief. He had carried out his spontaneous plan and you would be alone together in the wilderness for a few days. Finally. It couldn't have been better.

What was a disappointment for you was a gift for him that he gladly accepted. And maybe you would see the situation as a gift later, too. But that remained to be seen.

After you two had been on your way for a while, you made an attempt to break the silence: “Gibbs…” you began hesitantly, but you were immediately interrupted by him.

“Jethro,” he said firmly.

“Uhm…” you had absolutely no idea what to say to that and, as always, he sensed that. So he tried to explain himself in more detail:

“Call me Jethro. After all, we’re private.”

“Uhm, okay. Whatever you say…Jethro,” you answered hesitantly, which he acknowledged with a short laugh and a shake of his head.

Your speechlessness at his request amused him, but it was incredibly nice to hear his name come out of your mouth. In fact, he believed that his name had never sounded so nice when someone said it.

But you certainly had a concern, which is why you approached him. So he asked: “What's up, Y/N?”

You didn't know how to phrase it without him misunderstanding it, so you simply asked him: “Why?”

“Why what?” he countered, his eyes continued to look at the road.

“Why are you doing this?”

He was silent. And when you thought you wouldn't get an answer, he spoke quietly:

“I heard your conversation with DiNozzo and saw your disappointment. And since I hadn't planned anything and couldn't live with your sadness, I spontaneously decided that the two of us would go to the mountains together.”

Again you were speechless with astonishment. You hadn't expected him to take such an interest in your life.

You spent the rest of the journey in silence. Each of you was lost in your own thoughts and feelings.

It felt strange for you to drive alone with him into solitude. Especially because you were traveling privately. And then he asked you to call him by his first name...what was he planning? What would happen between you during the little break? And the most important question was...what happened after that?

Yes, you found him very interesting and sexy from the very first moment, but this time together was completely unexpected.

Gibbs had very similar thoughts, but he had a plan, because in his eyes this was THE opportunity to spend time with you in peace and away from the stress of everyday life.

He had wanted this for a long time and a lonely, cozy cabin in the mountains was perfect. He hoped that you would finally be open with each other and could clarify what was simmering between you. Because if he wasn't fundamentally mistaken, you were just as interested in him as he was in you.

And he had every intention of finally clarifying this in the next few days. But he sincerely hoped that you would start the new year as a happy couple.

When you arrived at the cabin, you unpacked and made yourself comfortable. Luckily there were two separate bedrooms, so spending the night shouldn't be a problem.

After that it was time to explore the area. It was very pleasant to walk through the forest together and discover various animals. You had never seen Gibbs so relaxed and at ease, which is why you considered it an honor to be able to experience it.

But evening was approaching and it was time to cook and prepare for the New Year.

So you went back to the cabin, cooked, ate, did the dishes together and finally sat in front of the fireplace with a good wine.

“Why are you spending New Year's Eve out here and not at some party?” Gibbs asked thoughtfully.

Sighing, you lowered your gaze: “My last boyfriend cheated on me on New Year's Eve, which is why I'm not so keen on parties.”

That hurt to hear. How could someone cheat on a fascinating woman like you? Jethro couldn't understand it for the life of him. But there was a lot he didn't understand in that regard.

“I know that feeling very well,” he confessed quietly.

You looked at him, astonished by this confession. HE was cheated on? HE? How was that possible? Behind his hard shell, he was the gentlest, most loving man you knew.

He cleared his throat to break the tension and asked: “What exactly did you have planned for midnight?”

Now it was getting awkward, but you had to go through it. With your cheeks bright red, you confessed to him: “We wanted to hold each other, cuddle and make plans for the new year.”

He looked at you searchingly. Then he stretched out his arms and asked you: “Come here.”

Was he serious? You didn’t move a millimeter.

So he leaned over to you and simply pulled you into his arms.

But instead of talking about your plans for the new year, you both remained silent and simply enjoyed each other’s closeness. After all, this was the first time you had been so close to each other.

When Gibbs finally looked at his watch, he saw that it was almost midnight. Just a few more seconds and then... hopefully a new life would begin.

10...

9...

8...

7...

6...

You looked at him and then at his watch with anticipation.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

Midnight!!!!

He gently cupped your cheek, closed his eyes and carefully placed his lips on yours. 

You closed your eyes and enjoyed this wonderful feeling. But the tender contact was over quicker than you both had hoped.

You carefully opened your eyes again, still overwhelmed by your feelings. He looked at you intensely, winked and spoke amusedly and gently: "I thought you would surely like to kiss someone at midnight, and since I was already here..."

He didn't get any further because you couldn't resist this invitation. You pulled him to you possessively and kissed him as hard as you could.

You almost knocked Gibbs over, but he was just able to catch himself and pulled you tightly into his arms.

But it wasn't long before you were clinging to each other and kissing madly, interrupted only by the need to take a breath. But even then you exchanged small kisses.

"Happy new year!” you wished each other and smiled lovingly at each other.

“Let’s create our own beautiful memories. I love you and want to be with you…what do you say?” whispered Jethro.

“Nothing would please me more! I’ve fallen in love with you too and I can’t imagine anything more beautiful,” you replied, beaming with joy.

You cuddled until the early hours of the morning and made plans for the new year - plans that you would make reality together. 

You had both originally planned the turn of the year completely differently, but you were more than happy with how it turned out.

Because it was a perfect start to a new year and a new life together.

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The best Christmas ever

Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas!!!

Christmas...the celebration where families come together - including at NCIS.

Tim, Tony, Abby and Ducky all had plans and were already on Christmas vacation. The only ones still in the office working on their reports were you and Gibbs.

It was like that every year, actually, since neither of you had a family. You went to Christmas parties and he built his boat alone in his basement.

Like every year, you packed your things in the afternoon, stood in front of his desk and asked: "What are you doing for Christmas?"

And like every year, he ignored you.

With a heavy heart, you quietly wished him a Merry Christmas and finally left.

You would probably both be alone again this year on the holidays and that thought hurt you.

Especially because you were both alone and could actually keep each other company and because you couldn't imagine anything better than spending Christmas with him.

To be honest, you had had a crush on him for a while and it seemed to be mutual, but he would never do anything.

This thought gave you an idea...

...this Christmas neither of you would spend alone, you would make sure of that. Whether he wanted to or not.

So you decided to "ambush" him and spend Christmas with him.

Since you didn't know what groceries he had in the house, you went shopping first. Then you drove to your apartment, packed some clothes and some of your Christmas decorations and then drove to Gibbs' house.

His truck wasn't in the driveway yet, so he was still at the office. Great, then you could decorate the house and cook the food. He would be amazed when he got home!!!

Totally excited with anticipation, you went into his house and got to work, because there was a lot to do.

Set up and decorate the tree, decorate the house, bake cookies and cook food.

The radio played Christmas songs to which you happily sang and danced and you were finished sooner than you thought.

Hopefully you hung a sprig of mistletoe over each door and looked at them with a deep sigh...it would be soooo nice if they would work their magic...

...but that remained to be seen. In fact you could be happy if he didn't throw you out as soon as he saw what you had done in his home.

You already had a present for him - a Rough Rider knife, like the ones President Roosevelt's men had.

A blacksmith friend had made it for you and you lovingly placed it under the tree for Gibbs.

Then you decided to sit on his couch and wait for him...and after a while you fell asleep.

When Gibbs came home late that night, he was surprised because there was a wreath made of fir branches hanging on his door. Who was that? It was hard to say, but he would definitely find out.

As a precaution, he drew his gun and quietly entered his home. But when he walked through the front door, he immediately stopped in amazement.

Everything was beautifully decorated and it smelled wonderful of Christmas and baked cookies.

There was a Christmas tree in the living room and mistletoe was hung over all the doors...it hadn't looked this festive in a long time. Who had done that?

But then his gaze fell on the couch where you were curled up and sleeping.

He approached carefully and had to laugh quietly when he saw a bit of flour on your nose. That was probably from baking the cookies, which smelled so delicious that his mouth was watering.

He would have loved to gently brush the flour away, but he had to pull himself together and keep his distance. He couldn't give in to his desires. So he let it go.

At first he wanted to wake you up and ask what you were doing there, but he decided otherwise.

He went into the kitchen to get a beer. Then he noticed the cookies and the Chili con Carne that you had cooked for that evening. Both smelled very delicious and he carefully tried them... they tasted wonderful.

He ate a little more with relish, then he took his beer and a few cookies, sat down next to you on the couch and decided to wait until you woke up again.

He watched you and imagined what it would be like to live with you. He had done that so many times before, but he would never have dared to dream that one day he would actually find you sleeping in his house. He would love to see this every day from now on, but what would you say if you found out about his thoughts and wishes?

You would certainly be shocked, he thought wistfully. But maybe there was still a little hope that his biggest Christmas wish would come true. It was actually very simple and yet it seemed unattainable because he wanted nothing more than you and a life with you.

He would have liked to watch you sleep for a while longer, but then you woke up.

You opened your eyes sleepily. What time was it? You looked around in search of a clock and then your gaze fell on the foot of the couch you were lying on...

...and realized that you were no longer alone.

Suddenly a little shy, you looked carefully at Gibbs and waited for his reaction to your presence and your work.

But he just smiled kindly and said: “Your cookies are very tasty. But I'm afraid I ate half of them while you were sleeping.”

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly. It was nice that he liked them, but somehow you expected him to explode with anger. But he was always good for a surprise and did exactly the opposite.

Then he asked gently: "What are you doing here?"

“Oh dear, now it’s time. Now it’s happening. Now I have to confess and he’s going to be mad,” you thought to yourself.

So you answered him sheepishly that you just wanted to give him a nice Christmas.

He almost laughed out loud and then hugged you. But you wouldn’t want that, would you?

He had to fight for his self-control, cleared his throat and suggested eating something.

You gave in, got up and followed him to the kitchen. But when you got there, he suddenly stopped. He turned to you, cupped your cheek, looked deep into your eyes and kissed you.

It was unbelievable. It was like fireworks were exploding and when he let go of you, he smiled at you and whispered: “Merry Christmas.”

Smiling blissfully, you could only reply: “Merry Christmas.” Then you set the table together, ate the Chili con Carne and planned how you would prepare the goose together tomorrow.

After that you sat under the tree and talked about all sorts of things until the early hours of the morning.

“It’s already 02:00 a.m. Do you want to open your presents?” you asked him.

“Yes, of course. But please wait a moment and close your eyes until I tell you that you can open them,” he suddenly answered excitedly.

What was he planning?

You nodded in surprise and closed your eyes. Whatever he was planning, you would soon find out.

After a short while you heard his gentle voice: “Open your eyes.” You slowly opened your eyes...and there were several squirrels standing in front of you!!!

They were carved out of wood and sooo cute!!!

As a squirrel fan, you were absolutely overwhelmed and threw your arms around his neck with a cry of joy: “Thank you!!! They are fantastic!!”

He caught you laughing: “I'm glad you like them.”

“Oh yes, and how!!! But just a minute, I have something for you too!”

With a broad grin, you gave him the small package, whose wrapping paper he mercilessly ripped open. When he saw what it was, he was absolutely speechless.

“I was missing one of those, thank you!” he replied with a smile and his eyes sparkled.

You lowered your eyes modestly and said: “You know, I've wanted to give it to you for a long time, but I didn't dare.”

“Then I'm glad you did it now,” he replied. “You know, I've wanted to give you the squirrels for a long time, but I thought you wouldn't accept them.”

That shocked you: “Yes, of course! You made them!”

He nodded: “Yes, hand-carved. And I'm very happy about the knife. But if I'm honest, I only have one Christmas wish...”

“And what is that?” you wanted to know.

He beckoned you closer and whispered in your ear: “All I want and wish for is you.”

Then he leaned back again, grinned broadly at you and your cheeks glowed. You hadn't expected that at all. He went straight for it. That was a bit sudden and overwhelming.

Your heart was beating wildly and threatened to jump out of your chest and he waited patiently.

Then you gathered all your courage and said: “I love your squirrels, but if I'm honest, I only want one thing for Christmas...”

This time it was his turn to ask: “And that would be?”

First you made him wait, then you grinned broadly and answered: “You!”

“Very good!” he called out, laughing.

You've been sneaking around each other long enough, it was time to finally make this wish of you both come true.

Because you already knew that you were THE ONE for each other when you first saw each other.

Then he pulled out another small present from behind his back and asked you to open it.

You carefully unpacked it and there appeared…another hand-carved squirrel! But what was that? It was wearing a ring with a little diamond!

You looked at him questioningly and he asked gently: “Do you want me?”

Fascinated, you looked into his beautiful eyes, in which you could drown, and you breathed: “Yes!”

You smiled at each other, infinitely happy, and he gently put the ring on your finger. Then followed the most tender kiss ever shared, full of confidence and joy for a wonderful future.

You sat arm in arm under the festively decorated tree, kissing each other tenderly again and again, sharing your dreams and planning your future together as a couple.

The goose that you later prepared together was very tasty and of course you made good use of the many mistletoe branches and there was a Christmas kiss under every door.

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A Mysterious Christmas

A cute little story for kids.

Wish you all a wonderful and very merry Christmas!!!

The Advent season was a wonderful time...in fact, it was Bonnie's favorite time, because the gardens and houses were always decorated with colorful lights and the smell of Christmas was everywhere.

Like every day, she took her faithful German Shepherd, Einstein, for a walk through the fields on the outskirts of the small town where they lived. It had been snowing all day, so everything was covered in a white blanket of snow and the whole area looked like a winter wonderland.

Wrapped up in her favorite warm coat, she walked through the snow, which crunched wonderfully under her lined boots and admired the peaceful and quiet landscape.

The warm, cozy lights shone over the city and she was very happy about the sight.

But suddenly she saw something moving in the snow. What was it? She carefully approached and discovered that it was a penguin...and it was dancing! He squealed with joy and danced happily in the snow. She had never seen anything like that before. Where did he come from?

She slowly took another step towards him, but accidentally stepped on a branch, which broke with a crunch. "Oh, oh, he's definitely noticed me now," she thought. And when she looked up, the penguin was already running away from her as fast as he could.

She decided to follow him and told Einstein to pick up the trail. As a trained search dog, he immediately sniffed out the animal and picked up the trail. He quickly ran after the fleeing penguin, so that she had trouble following him, but after a few minutes they managed to catch up with him.

He was standing outside a small hut that was lit up for Christmas, waiting. She had never seen a hut like that before. To avoid scaring him even more, Bonnie and her dog hid behind a fir tree near the hut. "What does he want in there and who lives here?" Bonnie wondered, watching with excitement what was happening.

But she didn't have to wait long before the door opened and a middle-aged woman appeared. She was wearing a long, colorful dress and her long, red-brown curly hair stuck out in all directions. "She looks like a witch," Bonnie thought and giggled.

The penguin happily hopped past the woman into the warmth and the door was closed again. Carefully Bonnie and Einstein crept to the hut and took cover next to a window.

Very slowly she approached the window and when she peeked in she was amazed at what she saw.

A warm fire was blazing in the fireplace and in front of it...sat 5 penguins! They were laughing, chattering happily with each other and enjoying warm cocoa.

That was amazing! She had never seen anything like that before...but wait...they got up and came to the door! Had they seen her?

Bonnie quickly disappeared behind the corner of the house and breathlessly watched as the little tuxedo-wearers left it and waddled off towards the forest.

Bonnie and Einstein followed them eagerly. To avoid being discovered, they repeatedly sought cover behind trees and bushes. But the penguins were in such a hurry that they didn't even look around to see if anyone was following them.

"Where are they going in such a hurry?" Bonnie asked herself. It was all very mysterious, but at Christmas time, anything was possible.

They trudged through the snow for a while, always keeping an eye on the little animals. Then they approached the adjacent forest and she hoped that she wouldn't get lost, because she didn't know it very well. But her faithful dog would find his way home. For her, he was the best and most wonderful dog on earth.

Suddenly the penguins stopped. "Einstein, quickly behind the tree!" she whispered to him and crouched down next to him. Have they been discovered?

Bonnie held her breath and waited for someone to come. But nothing happened. She carefully dared to breathe again, peeked out from behind the thick tree trunk... and couldn't believe her eyes.

Because what she saw couldn't be true, could it? It was surely just a product of her imagination...

... she ducked back behind the tree and rubbed her eyes. Then she dared to look out of her hiding place again, but she saw the same thing as before.

There was a clearing in the middle of the forest that hadn't existed before. And in this clearing stood a brightly decorated, glittering sleigh that was loaded to the brim with presents.

Reindeer were harnessed to the front of the vehicle, which were supposed to pull it. And what was that? They all had little bells on their collars and the one in front had a red nose!

Could you believe it?! It had to be Rudolph! And he could even talk, because he was talking to one of the penguins.

Bonnie's heart was pounding with excitement. She had seen Santa's sleigh in her forest!!!

And that wasn't all, because there were many more presents waddling happily towards the carriage. Walking presents? Wait a minute.

Bonnie looked closer and there were little feet under the colorful packages! Tap, tap, tap, they ran to the sleigh and then they flew onto the big pile of presents that were stacked there together with toys, gingerbread and candy canes.

It should actually be impossible for this pile to hold without anything slipping. But she was able to solve a riddle, because the packages didn't walk by themselves. No, they were carried by a flock of penguins wearing colorful hats and scarves and chattering happily with each other.

Bonnie was so excited that she wanted to run to them, but she didn't want to scare the animals. There was also another riddle to solve. Namely, where the packages came from.

So she crept closer with Einstein and watched as they ran further into the forest. Following them, she wondered excitedly where they would finally come out.

But then she saw her destination: a large wooden house that shimmered strangely and in front of it stood...Santa Claus!!!

Yes, that had to be him! He had white hair, a white beard, a red coat and he also had a belly. Probably from trying all the gingerbread and cookies, thought Bonnie.

“Come on out, I don't bite,” he said suddenly. Who did he mean? The penguins?

“Bonnie, Einstein!” he called and Einstein at least ran towards Santa Claus, wagging his tail happily. “What a traitor,” thought Bonnie amused, but cautiously came out from behind her hiding place herself.

The old man bent down and stroked the dog with a friendly “Well, you faithful soul…here, I have fresh milk and gingerbread for you, enjoy it.”

Einstein immediately pounced enthusiastically on the fragrant gifts and Santa Claus patted his head again.

Then he stood up and said with a friendly and warm smile: “Hello Bonnie, nice to meet you both. Come closer, I won’t hurt you.”

He waved her closer. Step by step she came towards him. It was all so unreal. “You…you…are…” she said in disbelief.

He laughed so loudly that his stomach wobbled. “Yes, it's really me!” he confirmed her suspicion.

Bonnie’s eyes got even bigger than they already were.

“But how is that possible? There is no clearing here,” she asked.

He nodded knowingly, “That’s right…that’s the magic of Christmas…come, sit down and drink a nice warm cocoa with me. My assistants make it particularly tasty, you’ll see.”

Aaahh, the penguins helped him. That’s why they could speak and even talk to the reindeer!

“Yes, of course. I love cocoa,” said Bonnie, sat down next to Santa on the little wooden bench in front of his house and they immediately fell into a lively conversation, while Einstein lay at her feet, well fed and content, sleeping.

They sat like that for a while and talked. “I’m sorry, but I have to go,” the old man finally said regretfully. “What a pity,” Bonnie whispered sadly.

“It has to be. But I’ll take you home. Follow me, we’ll take the sleigh.”

She would actually ride in Santa’s sleigh! Excitedly, Bonnie followed him and climbed into the sleigh with him, with Einstein lying on her lap.

Whew…that was a rocket launch! Rudolph ran as fast as the wind and within a short time they were back home, where they said their warm goodbyes.

The next morning, Bonnie and Einstein went for a walk again, but there was no clearing or house to be seen in the forest. Was it all just a dream? Disappointed, they went back home.

But when she wanted to open the front door, she saw a small black, white and colorful object standing on the threshold. She carefully took it in her hand, looked at it and started to laugh…

…it was a small figure in the shape of a little penguin. He was wearing a colorful scarf, a colorful hat and he was drinking a cup of cocoa!

It was a figure of one of Santa's helpers. Now she was sure…it wasn't a dream. She will certainly never forget this Christmas.

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Storytitle: Bob

Fandom: NCIS (Gibbs x reader)

This is written in the style of the series 24. Events occur in real time.

Story: A helicopter is stolen from Quantico Base. The machine is a secret new project of the Navy, but who has it? Several people are suspicious.

Hour 1 of 24: 10:00 pm - 11:00 pm

Hour 2 of 24: 11:00 pm - 00:00 am

Hour 3 of 24: 00:00 am - 01:00 am

Hour 4 of 24: 01:00 am - 02:00 am

Hour 5 of 24: 02:00 am - 03:00 am

Hour 6 of 24: 03:00 am - 04:00 am

Hour 7 of 24: 04:00 am - 05:00 am

Hour 8 of 24: 05:00 am - 06:00 am

Hour 9 of 24: 06:00 am - 07:00 am

Hour 10 of 24: 07:00 am - 08:00 am

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Hour 12 of 24: 09:00 am - 10:00 am

Hour 13 of 24: 10:00 am - 11:00 am

Hour 14 of 24: 11:00 am - 12:00 pm

Hour 15 of 24: 12:00 pm - 01:00 pm

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Bob (24/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 24 of 24: 09:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.

09:03:32 p.m.

Aft deck of the yacht:

When you arrived at the helicopter, Tony and you were still laughing and cuddling. According to the plan, Gibbs should show up here any minute and then every second would count.

At that moment he came around the corner and suddenly his behavior changed from reserved to raging with anger.

“I knew it!” he yelled loudly, walked quickly towards the two of you, threw himself at Tony and knocked him to the ground with a well-aimed punch.

But DiNozzo recovered quickly and hit Gibbs in turn.

The men who were supposed to guard the helicopter initially just watched the fight.

The investigators continued to hit each other while you climbed fortunately undetected into the helicopter quickly, put on your colleague's helmet and then waited until the two of them had climbed in.

You sighed inwardly, because you had imagined the first test of this new development to be different.

However, immediately after takeoff you had to activate the newly developed and as yet untested whisper mode so as not to attract even more attention than you probably would have already.

At first the distraction didn’t seem to have the desired effect. But luckily the guards decided to intervene and end the fight.

But things didn't go as the guards had intended, because as soon as they reached the two fighters, DiNozzo and Gibbs attacked the men and knocked them unconscious after a short time.

The investigators then quickly climbed into the helicopter, you started the machine and immediately activated the whisper mode.

You all hoped that the machine's silent mode would give you enough time until take-off speed was reached.

And you were lucky, because the machine started up very quickly, but the other guests, startled by the sounds of the fight, were already running over.

There was great indignation when they saw that the rotor blades were moving faster and faster and the machine was ready to take off. They didn't like the fact that their new acquisition was literally about to disappear and so they ran towards it.

John, who had also rushed over, was horrified for a different reason. He couldn't believe it when he got to the landing platform as he saw who was getting into the plane.

"Those are NCIS agents!" he shouted loudly, blowing their cover.

Don saw the whole thing completely differently, because he was completely astonished when he saw the helicopter take off and could only mumble: "I knew I knew that Kitty. That's Y/N Y/L/N. I didn't know she could look so hot..."

Admiral Connelly, or Bob for that matter, was furious, because he was in danger of losing his money if the plane took off. He had to prevent that with all his might.

He stormed onto the bridge and shouted at the crew on duty there:

"Arm your weapons, they mustn't escape!"

09:10:34 p.m.

In the helicopter:

The engine was now running at full speed and the rotor had reached the speed required for takeoff when Gibbs and Tony jumped into the helicopter.

“We have to get off the ship as quickly as possible, everything is about to blow up!!!” Gibbs yelled and you took off.

But as soon as you lost contact with the boat, you three saw machine guns and an anti-aircraft gun emerging from the deck of the yacht.

“Go, go, GO!!!” Tony shouted now too.

Under fire you climbed and climbed into the air. The helicopter had some secret new developments, but unfortunately it was not bulletproof, which is why you were hit several times.

Due to the range of the guns on the boat, however, it was difficult for you to escape without being shot down first. So you activated the on-board guns, armed the missiles, aimed at the yacht... and fired.

It was a direct hit and the boat was destroyed with a huge bang in a large explosion.

The large fireball and the pressure wave of the detonation hit the helicopter, which you were able to intercept quickly.

Relieved to have survived, you said: "Let's get home now," pulled the throttle lever and you flew away at top speed.

Fortunately, you didn’t encounter the FBI's F-18 Super Hornets on their way.

09:45:12 p.m.

Stillwater, Pennsylvania:

Since the helicopter was obviously not housed in a particularly secure location at the Quantico base, you flew to a completely inconspicuous location where there were more than enough opportunities to hide it until better accommodation was available.

In fact, you landed outside Gibbs' hometown of Stillwater and you put the machine in a disused mine there.

To be on the safe side, you activated stealth mode and called in NCIS internal guards.

After Gibbs, Tony and you had secured everything, you decided to rent a car in the nearby small town for the trip back to Washington, D.C.

You set off and walked silently next to each other for a while. Then Tony and you started talking about the past 24 hours.

A lot had really happened. And there were many developments that no one had expected.

In the middle of this conversation, Gibbs suddenly intervened and said: “That was a good job, Y/L/N. NCIS has a new job for you. Report to headquarters tomorrow morning at 08:00 a.m.”

You looked at him confused and replied: “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t call me ‘sir’,” he reprimanded you, grumbling.

You nodded. Then he turned to you again and grinned mischievously: “And as soon as we arrive in Washington, I’ll invite you to dinner so we can get to know each other better.”

You looked at him in amazement. What was he planning?

At that moment, DiNozzo spoke up enthusiastically: “Wonderful idea! I suggest we go to the new restaurant in…”

He didn’t get any further because he was rudely interrupted by Gibbs:

“You’re not invited, Tony. There are only two of us going.”

Poor Tony stopped and gaped in amazement. He looked like a fish.

Gibbs instead hooked your arm through his, walked with you towards his hometown and maybe he would introduce you to his father while he was there. 

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Bob (23/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 23 of 24: 08:00 p.m. - 09:00 p.m.

08:12:54 p.m.

Bob's office on the yacht:

Footsteps could be heard outside the office, so Tony had to hide quickly.

"DiNozzo!" he heard Gibbs hiss in his ear.

Tony answered quietly: "Boss...Bob is Admiral Connelly, Connelly is Bob!"

"I see him. He looks surprisingly alive for a dead man," Gibbs confirmed over his radio.

"I'm coming to you."

"No. The plan is not changing. The scumbag is sitting behind me and trying to drive up the price to get as much money as possible before he kills everyone."

Tony nodded and whispered: “He seems to want to make it look like an accident.”

Then he felt a gun in his back and heard the words: “No, I do. And I’ll get rid of the boss at the same time and take over everything.”

“That’s surprising,” Tony said.

“Thanks for the compliment,” the first officer countered smugly.

“What are you planning?” DiNozzo wanted to know.

“Are you trying to buy time until your backup arrives?” the man asked.

Tony thought about how he could get out of this alive. The best way would be to keep his attacker busy and get him to talk. Hopefully he would come up with a way to overpower him without getting shot first.

“There are no backups, I’m alone,” DiNozzo replied.

The officer laughed maliciously: “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

Oh oh, that wasn't going well, so Tony spoke: "I've made a big mistake and was hoping to get a job with the boss."

The first officer stood behind him, laughed briefly and then ordered icily: "I don't believe a word you say. Come on, get up. But slowly and carefully."

DiNozzo had to act quickly. The man was determined to do anything. He had a plan and he would carry it out - come what may.

The investigator stood up carefully, then turned around in a flash and gave the officer a well-placed punch in the chin, which caused him to collapse to the ground unconscious. As a precaution, he tied his hands with shoelaces and took the gun from him.

"Keep dreaming," Tony muttered and left the office to go to the supposed rendezvous with you as planned.

"It's a shame that it's only fake, but maybe I'll have a chance when the case is closed," he thought confidently.

08:25:18 p.m.

Conference room on the yacht:

Bob was happy, the auction was going well. Admittedly, he drove the price up, but of course he wanted to make as much money as possible.

The price of the machine rose and rose and the admiral rubbed his hands. His plan worked and his identity was still protected.

The auction was supposed to have ended, but he let it continue. Let the buyers bid and pay more, that's fine with him.

Gibbs, on the other hand, looked worriedly at his watch... things were getting tight. You didn't have much time left to start the helicopter and get away as quickly as possible.

On the one hand, the FBI attack was getting closer and closer and on the other hand, there was the threat of a gas attack, which no one knew when it would take place. So it was clearly time to leave as quickly as possible.

No sooner said than done. He got out of the auction, stood up and left the hall in the direction of the aft deck.

08:38:32 p.m.

Party room on the yacht:

You answered the many questions about your companion as patiently as possible. You were really proud of yourself. Inwardly you rolled your eyes in annoyance, outwardly you smiled friendly at the ladies and thought to yourself.

In the meantime, a sizeable stack of phone numbers had accumulated for Gibbs and you were already curious to see how he would react when you gave him the stack.

But now you excused yourself with the excuse that you had to make an urgent phone call and went to the aft deck to meet Tony.

08:51:25 p.m.

Aft deck of the yacht:

Following the plan, DiNozzo and you met on the aft deck. You hugged, kissed again and again, laughed and kept walking towards the helicopter.

So far the guards had ignored you two, but that would not be the case for much longer. Because when the buyer wanted to inspect his new toy or Gibbs spotted you, it would get loud and you would have to leave very quickly.

Especially since the danger of being exposed increased with every minute on board.

08:57:42 p.m.

On deck of the yacht:

John had managed to get to the yacht in time before the end of the auction. As the boss's foster son, he didn't want to miss his triumph and celebrate with him.

He carefully moored his speedboat alongside the yacht and climbed on board, as he had done countless times before.

And of course his path led him straight to the helicopter, because finally he could look at it in peace.

08:58:32 p.m.…the clock was ticking…

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Bob (22/24)

This is written in the style of the 24 series.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 22 of 24: 07:00 p.m. - 08:00 p.m.

07:01:02 p.m.

Party room on the yacht:

“Gentlemen!” the first officer called out loudly and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

Suddenly the room became quiet.

He looked around at those present and when he was sure that everyone was listening to him, he said:

“Let's go to the conference room so the auction can begin. Please follow me.”

With that, he left the room.

Gibbs also began to pull away from you. You would have liked to hold him so that you didn't have to face the other women alone, but that wasn't possible, you knew that. You had to get through it somehow.

Attentive as he is, he noticed your discomfort. He took your hand, squeezed it briefly to cheer you up and gently kissed your temple. Then he murmured quietly: “You can do it. I know that.”

You looked at him doubtfully, but he just gave you a friendly smile and went to the other men.

But you had little time to think about the situation and how you should make small talk, because several women immediately came up to you and asked you:

“Tell me, darling, your boyfriend is veeeery sexy. Where did you pick him up? Does he have any brothers?”

Your eyes got bigger and bigger. The topic of the expected small talk wasn't clothes and hairstyles (which was bad enough), but that Gibbs was sexy and looked stunning.

"Nobody prepared me for THIS..." you thought frustrated.

07:04:56 p.m.

Conference room on the yacht:

Bob generally preferred to blend in with the crowd without being recognized. This was also the case this evening and especially during the auction. He didn't want anyone to know he was among them.

That's why it was his assistant who was now standing at the front and directing the process:

"Welcome to today's auction of the heavily armed helicopter with secret stealth mode that you saw on the aft deck. Bids are to be made in increments of 1,000 as a minimum and the amount is to be paid immediately by the buyer after the auction has ended," he explained and then paused.

"Does anyone have any questions?" he turned to the company again.

Everyone shook their heads, whereupon he nodded in satisfaction.

"Good. Then let's begin."

Gibbs discreetly looked at his watch and remembered the conversation with the director that afternoon.

You three absolutely had to be off the ship by 10:00 p.m., because that was when the FBI would launch an airstrike with the aim of destroying the helicopter.

Its destruction was the top priority and if he, Tony and you were killed in the process, then that would simply be collateral damage.

“The FBI gentlemen have to get involved in everything. They just can’t stop annoying me,” he thought grumpily.

07:15:45 p.m.

Interior of the yacht:

As planned, Tony left the party room with the other men. But instead of going to the conference room with them, he crept in the other direction to start searching the boat.

Obviously the mastermind of the robbery was on board and owned the yacht. So there had to be clues about his plans and his identity somewhere.

The first rooms he looked at were unremarkable. Then he passed the stairs to the boat's engine and thought to himself: "Since I'm already here, I'll check there too."

So he climbed down and was about to go back to the upper deck when he saw something suspicious in the far corner. He went closer and paused in shock. He quietly informed Gibbs over the radio: "Boss...there's a bottle of sarin gas hanging on the air conditioning. They're not planning anything good, but I haven't found any clues about the mastermind yet."

Gibbs had certainly heard him through the small receiver in his ear, but in his current surroundings he couldn't answer. So DiNozzo continued to follow the plan and kept searching.

After a few minutes he found an office. It had to be the owner's room and luckily he wasn't exactly tidy or thought he was completely safe because there were papers scattered on the desk.

He carefully searched through them, skimmed through their contents and finally found what he was looking for. The owner of the yacht and mastermind of the robbery was none other than the arms dealer Bob, who was wanted by Interpol.

Bob was just an alias, but who was behind it? Good question. And he got the answer when he discovered a photo in a drawer. It was unbelievable.

“Boss,” Tony whispered into his communicator.

“The mastermind is Bob and behind Bob is…”

He didn’t get any further.

07:59:58 p.m.… the clock was ticking….

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