#Christopher LaSalle imagine

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Looks Good On Ya'

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“You know that outfit looked really good on you[name].” “Oh…T-thank you, haha.” - Chris LaSalle x reader

You had just returned from an undercover operation, where you’d had to wear an outfit that you’d much rather forget about than have to wear again. It really hadn’t been something that you would normally wear but given you’d had to go undercover to a nightclub to find your suspect and drag him out you guess you had no choice but to wear the white batwing bodycon dress. Now back at the office and in your own clothes ready to write up your report your shocked at the words that leave your work partners lips

“Ya know that outfit looked really good on ya Y/N” he says, biting his lip subtly and you blush flustered. You’d had a crush on your partner for the last two years so hearing him say that was definitely not making this easier. So you decided to brush it off

“Oh… Th-thank you haha” you say, turning back to your computer. When you look up again you're shocked to see Chris standing right in front of your desk.

“Ah’d like ta take ya out on a date sometime Y/N, please?” he asks and you gasp

“I-uh, yes” you reply.

“How about tomorrow night then, Ah’ll pick ya up at 7.30” he says Alabama accent dripping as he makes his way back over to his desk and you nod

“S-sure, sounds good” you stutter.

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Secretive

Prompt: Chris LaSalle, and he thinks his s/o is acting funny, thinks cheating, but really she bought them a house & wants to surprise him by fixing it up,which is y she’s been acting funny. Happy fluffy, minor angst? A Gibbs-slap from the s/o to LaSalle is bonus pts.

Requester: scottmccallmeishmael

Words: 1,697

Warnings: None

Chris couldn’t help the smile tugging on the corner of his lips. It was nice to finally be home, after a crazy day like this. Granted, most days were crazy. That came with the territory of New Orleans. But today had been especially brutal, and Chris couldn’t wait to sit down in a chair that wasn’t behind a desk or the seat of a car.

He closed the door behind him, hanging up his coat before Chris silently searched the place for the person he most wanted to see. If his couch and a cold beer had been tempting him so strongly today, then you could be compared to a siren. Chris longed to just see you.

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Don't Leave

Fandom: NCIS: New Orleans

Character/s Included: Christopher LaSalle and Reader

Word Count: 393

I had had enough of being left alone in the house while my partner was busy working which I could have handled if we didn’t have a young child in the mix.

While Chris was at work I packed up mine and our child’s stuff. I had dropped our child at a childhood friend of mine while I packed hoping Chris wouldn’t arrive home which didn’t work out.

Upon hearing the truck door slam shut I knew he was in a horrible mood which was usually resolved by him cuddling out baby. He walked straight into the nursery but came back out carrying the packed bag I had left in there.

“What’s going on? Where’s C/N? Are we going somewhere?” he asked.

“We aren’t Chris. C/N and I are, I can’t do this anymore.”

“You can’t do what anymore?”

“Sitting around like some army wife, caring for a baby and worrying about their husband”

“You aren’t one though, I come home daily” I could tell Chris was getting frustrated.

“I don’t know how many times Pride has called me to tell me you were in the hospital that the stress got too much that he stopped calling while I was pregnant”

“What do you expect, my jobs dangerous”

“You have a child now Chris”

“I’m taking criminals off the streets”

“I’m still leaving, you put the job before us,” I said packing the rest of my stuff.

Chris walked forward turning me so I was facing him, he opened his mouth about to talk but his phone rang.

“Answer it” I yelled.

I watched him look at the screen and answer it “Kind” he nodded “Call in Sebastian, I’m taking some time off to be with Y/N and C/N” There was a pause “Okay thank you King”

“You shouldn’t be staying here you’ll only be watching me pack”

After I placed a shirt in the duffle bag Chris turned me back around to face him and he rubbed up and down my arms “You should have said how you felt I would have asked Pride for some time off to spend with you and C/N” Chris said before pulling me into a hug and kissed my head “Please don’t leave me sweetie, I’ll do anything.”

“Call Pride back and tell him that you need a month off to spend with C/N and I”

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Rule 34 (Christopher Lasalle x Reader)

•• Hello everyone! Phew, it's almost been a whole month since I posted that Gibbs rules thing lol but I promise I'm working on them. Anyway, @alkow asked for rule 34. Hope you don't mind I used Lasalle for this one 😜 I hope you all enjoy! ••

The city of New Orleans was used to drug dealers, big and small. Being a port city made it a perfect place for distribution up the Mississippi. Which is also why it wasn't a shocker that sometimes those good ole boys in the navy got caught up in the drug business. And sometimes one of those good ole boys ends up dead. That was the case with Jacob Fitzgerald. He'd been found by a good samaritan in an alley on his way to work. After asking his shipmates it turns out he was going to turn in a fellow sailor for selling cocaine on the side. He'd taken his stash and hidden it, threatening to turn him in if he didn't stop, trying to give the guy a second chance. You'd been the one to find out Jacob’s wife and two kids were in danger, one of his bunkmates said something about Brad, the suspect, finding his wife and making her talk. When you and Chris showed up for protection duty she had no idea where any drugs were, but you brought her and the kids to an NOPD safe house just in case.

“Hey,” You walked into the living room from the kitchen, seeing Ms. Fitzgerald sitting on the couch, curled into herself, staring at the front door. “I think you need this more than me.” Handing her a mug of coffee. She gave you a small smile as she took it from your hands.

“Thanks.” She took a long sip. “It's just...so much to process. I don't even know how the kids are processing it.” You nodded. It had to be a lot.

“You just need some time.” You tried to sound reassuring. She finished the mug of coffee and you found an old radio in one of the closets. You plugged it in and set it to a pop station. Happy songs filled the air as you tried to boost the mood of the house. Chris came in through the front door after taking a walk around the perimeter.

“Nothing suspicious out there. A deer gave me the side-eye though.” You rolled your eyes as he came up behind you putting his hands on your hips.

“Alright country boy, how about we go check how the kids are doing with that puzzle in the back room.” You lead the way down the narrow hall and knocked on the doorframe before walking in.

“Hey, guys how's it going back here-!” Your heart stopped at the sight of an iPad in the little boy's hands. “SHIT!” You yelled, ignoring you were dealing with kids. You swiped it out of his hands, much to his protest.

“Hey!” Chris bite his lip.

“Think Brad and his friends been tracking it?” You swiped to turn it off and sighed.

“I hope not.” The lights switched off and you knew you were wrong. They'd tracked it, and they were here.

“Everybody in the shelter, now!” You blinked. You'd never seen Chris take the initiative like this before. Chris opened the closet of the bedroom, which was the makeshift bomb shelter. Kinda like the one at Gibbs's house when you went for a visit last spring. You ushered the kids inside and Ms. Fitzgerald came running. As soon as she got in Chris slammed the door shut and locked it.

“Chris! What the f-!” You stopped yourself this time. “What are you doing?” You yell through the door.

“Protecting you.” He states. He sighed. “I'll come to get you when it's safe. Keep them calm.” You heard his footsteps rush off and you felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. You did the next best thing and pulled on your hair.

“That's all well and good,” The tears were coming now. “But who's gonna protect you, dumbass!” You hear a sniffle beside you and you get down on the floor and wrap your arms around the little boy. It's minutes of agonizing silence before gunshots ring out. The boy in your arms screams and you slam your hand over his mouth, pulling him closer.

“Shhhh. Shhhh. You'll be alright as long as you stay quiet.” God, you wished you'd been right. Someone started pounding on the door.

“You in there, bitch? After I get what I want I'm gonna kill you and your kids. Just like I did that NCIS agent!” You pushed the kids and Ms. Fitzgerald into the closest corner and stood up and drew your weapon, pointing it at the door. If Brad got through the door you were damn sure he wasn't gonna touch the Fitzgeralds. You tried to keep your breathing steady. He said he'd killed Chris. You don't know whether to believe him or not. Either case, you weren't letting him get past you without a bullet in his gut.

“Your husband should have never taken my-!” Brad had started to taunt Miss Fitzgerald but he was cut off and a heavy weight landed on the door. There was shuffling and the door opened. Something fell through and you shot. Your shoulders heave. It was the suspect's body, but he was dead before you'd even got your shot off. The bullet missed the body and splintered the wood of the door frame.

“Fuck!” A voice you'd know anywhere. “(Y/n), it's me!” It was almost like you completely forgot where you were. You dropped your gun and ran out of the shelter and pinned Chris up against the wall. You curl your hands around the collar of his shirt and push your face into his chest.

“You asshole!” You manage to garble out on through your sobs. “He said he'd killed you.” He sighs, pushing away from you slightly. He smiles, lifting up his shirt to show the bulletproof vest he'd been wearing, and the bullet predominantly sticking out right below his stomach.

“If I hadn't worn my vest like you always nag me to, I would be.” He winced as he put his shirt back down. You looked back at Brad’s body.

“Just…don't ever do anything like that again. I know you took that out of Gibbs's playbook.” He blinked.

“How do ya-”

“You know I talk to Ellie and McGee almost every week, right? They filled me in on all the rules.”

“Alright,” He winced again. “Should probably call this in and get an ambulance up here. Think I've got a broken rib.” You pulled out your phone. This was going to be fun to explain to Pride and the Director.

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Can't be true, Part 2.

Christopher Lasalle x Reader

Spoilers for season 6

Episode: Matthew 5:9

Part 2.

It's been a while since I had been in Loretta's morgue, but I made an exception. We had solved the case and I had to see Chris. I had to tell him that we had brought him justice. Walking up to the door I unlocked it using the key Loretta had given me. She knew just as much as anyone that this was harder on me and that I needed time. Once I was inside the office I shut the door behind me and sat my stuff down. I looked over and slowly made my way over to the slot that was housing my husband's body.

Unlocking it and opening it felt strange and wrong. I ignored the feeling and pulled the slab out. I just stood by him and looked at him. Even in death he was still as handsome. Memories both good and bad came racing back to me. I once again ignored it. There were already tears streaming down my face. I choked back a sob and began to speak. "Hey Bama....we did it. We did it baby. We got the people who did this to you, and to cade...." the tears came harder. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I'm so sorry I didn't have your back baby. I'm so sorry. All I want is for you to smile and open those eyes I fell in love with. I keep thinking that this is a joke....a joke your playing on me for pushing you off the dock last time we were in Alabama...but I know it's not and the pain in my heart feels so unbearable. I'm so lost without you by my side Chris."

"Ah Sugarbelle, I'm ah always be by ya side." You sucked in a breath and looked up. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Christopher Lasalle...your husband was standing over his own body. You felt both scared and confused. "Wha?" Christopher laughed. "I told ya I'd come back an I'd be your guardian angel." You couldn't quite comprehend what you were seeing. You kept your eyes on him and he walked over to you. As he touched your face you couldn't hold it in anyone. You started sobbing. He looked at you and smiled as he wrapped his strong arms around you. "Don't leave me...please don't leave me. I don't wanna be without you. Christopher please...." you said, begging as you sobbed into his chest. He brought his hand up and started stroking your hair.

After a few minutes you pulled away and looked up at him. He smiled at you and then gave you a serious look. "Ya know I died before we couldn't tell the team. They deserve to know...." he said softly to you. You nodded your head and looked down "How do I tell them? With everything going on...I can't put them through that." Chris sighed "It a be worse if you don't tell them and they find out later on. If you tell them you won't be alone and they can help you get through this. Help ya get through this alive." You looked at him. "Damnit Chris! What if I don't wanna survive?! Huh?! Maybe I wanna go out so that way I can be with ya again!! So I can be with my husband!" Christopher just looked at you. "Y/N....they deserve to know. They deserve to know about your depression. I know this hurts but you have to rely on your family. Baby ah know I'm not here physically anymore with you but ah am always here in your heart."

You nodded. You understood. You looked up at your husband. "I'll tell them....you're right." He smiled and walked up to you. He took your face in his hands and leaned down and gave you a sweet but passionate one last kiss. "Ah had to return the favor." Chris smirked. You smiled "I wish it wasn't the last one....but I'll take it. I love you Christopher Lasalle. I always will." Christopher smiled "I love you Y/N Lasalle....forever an always."

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Oh,It’s Fine

Oh man! I love NCIS New Orleans and I’m so glad that I decided to write for it. I might have another one-shot out today if I have time but I’m not sure. Yesterday I updated one of my prompt lists if you guys want to check it out. You can find it on my masterlist which I will put below along with the prompt list where this prompt came from.

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Prompt List

NCIS New Orleans Team x Reader

Prompt: 1. “Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re suppose to answer with another question.”

Warning: None

The team had just caught a suspect and where on their way back to question him. Like usual, he didn’t make it very easy so gun fire was exchanged. Y/n was the one that got her hands on him, though. 

She had sneaked into the building her was hiding in and tried to take him that way. It worked until it did. A fight ensued and they fought until she took his feet out from under him. He hit the ground and she cuffed him.

Pride and Sonja made their way to their desks, with Lasalle and Y/n following suit. 

“Good job, Y/L/N,” Pride said as he grabbed a couple files off his desk. 

Y/n took off her coat and laid it on the back of her chair. “I was just doing my job,” she stated.

Heading towards the interrogation room, Pride turned to her and asked, “Ya wanna interrogate him since ya caught him.”

She shook her head, “No, I think I‘ve had enough of him. I might just do to him what he did to me.”

He nodded and turned back.

Y/n sat down and twisted in her chair. Her side ached from where he had kicked her. It wasn’t bad, it would probably bruise but it hurt. As did her jaw, but she knew that the man who did it to her had to feel the same. His blows didn’t disable her’s.

She was use to taking a beating. It was part of the job. You had to take what was given to you and she did that well. Nothing really got to her or phased her. When she joined NCIS, she worked with men that belittled her. She had to learn to be one with them. If they kept going, she kept going. And sometimes, even if they couldn’t take something anymore, she knew that she had to. If she stopped when they stopped, she would be called weak and not fit for the job. So, she never stopped. Going and going was what she did best. She’s stay up all night if it meant she could solve a case and not be called anything but strong, she’d push her limits if it meant that she could be like the rest. 

Taking a position in the New Orleans office was a dream. She longer had to compete with her coworkers, or for that matter, her partner. She was free to be herself and didn’t have to prove her worth. Pride, Lasalle, and Sonja trust her and she didn’t have to constantly prove that she could be trusted. It was nice, to say the least. She was going at a nice and steady pace and she enjoyed that. But sometimes her old habits crept up on her and consumed her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n saw Lasalle, stretched out in his chair, turn to her. “Is that blood?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Pride and Sonja were across the room going through the file. They missed something but couldn’t figure out what it was. At the question, they both looked at Y/n, waiting for her answer.

“No?” she said, not very confident in her answer.

“That’s not a question you’re suppose to answer with another question,” Pride stated as her approached her.

Y/n looked at her side to see that there was blood seeping through her shirt. She had just bought it too. “Oh, so that is blood.”

She wasn’t real concerned about it. It wasn’t a whole lot of it. There was just enough to be worried about but not overly concerned about it. She just needed to be patched up. She was still breathing fine and she wasn’t cold or anything so she was fine. It wasn’t life threatening. 

“That’s not a better answer,” he crossed his arms and looked at her. 

Y/n stood and grabbed her coat. The three agents watched as she pulled her arms through her coat and grabbed her purse.

That was a habit that hadn’t gone away. Y/n did see injuries that she got as fatal even if they were. It was always “just a scratch”. The agents she used to work with never cared. As long as they didn’t have to do extra work, they could have cared less if she was dying or not. And her brain went back to that. She went back to how she used to be treated and forgot that that wasn’t how she was being treated. One day, either she would learn to change or her new team would learn her bad habits and help her.

“Where are you going?” Sonja asked.

“To have Loretta look at it unless, of course, you want me to pour whiskey on it and patch myself up with a sewing needle. “I would gladly do that, but I don’t think any of you would be glad if I did that,” she pointed out as she walked out the door.

The three stood there, a little baffled.

“Ya just gonna let her walk out?” Lasalle questioned.

Pride turned to him, “I’m not sure if she’d let us to anything to help her.”

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28. "I care about you." w/ LaSalle

Bullet

Masterlist

Show: NCIS New Orleans

Summary:  Sometimes you have to risk it all to find out the truth.

Pairing:  Christopher LaSalle x Reader

Warnings: Touch of angst with fluff

Word Count:  596

Reading Time: 2+ minutes-ish

Request: Requests are open - check out the prompts list here.

Prompt: #28: “I care about you.”

A/N: ♥ Feedback is always welcomed and requests are open XoX

Tags: @emilyymichelle @lucifersagents @ncisfanficsandmore @spaceemonkeyyxd @of-badges-and-guns 

You were sitting in the hospital. How you ended up here, well in your eyes it came with the job. Being an NCIS Special Agent, meant that any point in time in your career you were going to take a bullet or get stabbed; hell even blown up. Anything was possible with NCIS. But that was something you liked about the job, it was never the same thing twice – unless it was a serial killer or something like that. You enjoyed the challenges that were set before you.

But the fact that you took a bullet didn’t sit well with one particular member of the team you were part of. Truth be told, he was rather upset with you about it. You didn’t understand why, and it seemed that you were going to have to put your interrogation skills to work to get the information of out the infamous Christopher LaSalle.

“How ya feelin’ Sugar Belle?” Chris asked, as he walked into the room; a cup of coffee in both hands.

You turned and gave him a smile as you worked on the last couple buttons on your shirt. Trying to do them up with one hand was a little difficult as your dominate hand was resting in the sling. The bullet you caught was in the shoulder. Sighing you shrugged with your good shoulder, “Wishing I had more than just a button up shirt in my go bag.” You laughed.

Christ walked over and placed the coffees down on the table and turned to you. It was apparent that you had caught his eyes, as he could see your black laced bra where the buttons were undone. He walked over and gave you a smile, “Ah think it looks good.”

“Uh-huh,” You replied, “Mind doing up the last couple buttons please?” You asked, looking up at him.

Chris nodded and closed the space between the two of you and started slowly doing up the buttons for you, “Ah wish you hadn’t ended up in here.” He muttered.

There it was, the start of the conversation you had been working towards. You wanted answers to why he was acting differently. “Chris,” You started as you cupped his cheek, “It happens, it’s part of the job.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t haveta take that bullet.” He sighed as he finished the last button on your shirt. He looked up into your eyes as he spoke softly, “It was meant for mah.”

Confession. There it was, out in the open. “Awe, Christ. Do you honestly think I was gonna let you take a bullet?” You asked and he ducked his head, “Chris – I care about you, I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

He pulled you close to him as he wrapped his arms around you – careful of your shoulder. “Ah care ‘bout you too, Y/N.” He said lightly and kissed the crown of your head, “Ah actually more than care 'bout you. Ah love you.”

You pulled away shocked at his statement. This is more than you expected when you went on the hunt about why he was acting the way he had been. You almost couldn’t believe your ears. Looking up at him you blinked your eyes a couple time, “You love me?” You whispered.

He nodded his head, “Ah love you – ah-ah have for awhile now.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

Rubbing the back of his neck he searched for the words. “Ah guess ah wasn’t sure how ya felt.”

You laughed and light smacked him on the chest, “I love you too, 'Bama.”

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Sweet Pea -Chris LaSalle Imagine

Pairing: Chris LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 824

Request:  Imagine hooking up with LaSalle the night before you start working with the team? And you didn't know that they would start working together, and then you see him when Pride introduces you to the team

Warnings: Mentions of drinking; implied smut (?) but nothing graphic 

A/N: LaSalle makes my heart flutter, so I’ve been excited about writing this one for a while. I also really like the nickname, ‘Sweet Pea,’ with him, so don’t be surprised if you see it in just about everything I write for LaSalle. On another note, requests should be opened on Saturday; that’s why I’ve been doing an imagine and something smaller each night, just so I can clear my inbox. 

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Tomorrow was the beginning of a new chapter in your life. You were offered a job with the New Orleans NCIS team, which was a dream come true. For the past few years, you had been working as an intelligence analyst but desperately ready to become a field agent. NOLA was your chance to shine. 

Deciding to occupy yourself before tomorrow, you headed to the closest bar to your apartment. You also didn’t want to face the mess of unpacked boxes littering your living and dining rooms. 

The bar looked pretty quaint from the outside, but like most bars in New Orleans, it was packed. You maneuvered your way to an empty seat at the bar. The stool next to you was occupied by a handsome man who looked to be about the same age as you. 

“Mind if I sit here,” you asked, hoping that he would oblige. 

“No, go right ahead,” he smiled. His smile was pure and sweet, the kind you expected to see as a part of the Southern charm. 

You ordered your drinks: a shot of whiskey, to calm your nerves, and a vodka and cranberry, to rid your mouth of the whiskey taste. It was a foolproof plan you learned back in college. 

“My name’s Chris,” the gentleman sitting beside you spoke after you ordered your drinks and started to look a bit lonely. 

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Chris.”

“Ya seem a little outta place? From around here,” he questioned, taking a drink of his beer.

“No, I just came down here from DC. I start a new job tomorrow.” 

“Whatta do?”

“I’m a lawyer,” you lied, using it as an opportunity to experiment with career paths. You would probably never see the man after tonight anyways. 

“That’s real nice. Ya must be real smart,” he chuckled. 

“What? You don’t believe I’m smart,” you jokingly pushed back. 

“I’m just used to all the lawyers I deal with bein old men with bald spots sports cars.” 

“That’s the future goal, I mean minus the bald spot. I would get plugs before I ever let myself look like them.” 

He laughed; his laugh was as sweet as honey. His eyes lit up when he laughed as well, something that was rare to see back in DC. Most people that worked at NCIS had seen Hell and lost the light in their eyes. 

Throughout the rest of the night, you talked with Chris some more. He told you about his job as a cop, which made you wonder if your paths would cross again with work. He also told you enough jokes and funny stories to keep you laughing for the rest of the month. 

A few drinks in and Chris was beginning to look more and more appealing. Flirty glances and little touches were exchanged, but you brushed them off as alcoholic persuasion. It wasn’t until Chris rested his hand upon yours that you got the hint. 

“You wanna get outta here,” he whispered in your ear. 

“Only if it’s to your place because I have boxes all over my house,” you giggled. 

“Wherever ya want, sweet pea.”

He left money on the bar and grabbed your hand. He led you to his truck parked out front. When you hopped inside, you left him with one sloppy, passionate kiss, just enough to leave him wanting more. 

He drove with his hand caressing yours on the console. When you arrived at his house, he opened your door and snaked his arm around your waist. You just laughed as he tried to make his way to the front door like that. 

Once inside, Chris began leaving little kisses on your neck and shoulders. He guided you toward the bedroom where things got heated. 

In the morning, you woke up wrapped in Chris’ arms. You slowly moved his arms off and grabbed a piece of paper from the desk in his office. You left him a note, thanking him for the night and leaving him your number. 

It was time to get ready for your new job, but your mind and heart were racing out of control. Self-doubt began to take over as you stood in the bathroom mirror brushing your teeth. You took some ibuprofen, grabbed your coffee and water, then headed for the front door. 

The NCIS headquarters was secluded; you almost walked right passed it. Agent Pride was waiting by the door to greet you. 

“Agent Y/L/N, welcome to the team. We’re glad to have ya,” he smiled, showing you to your desk. 

He introduced each of the team members, detailing their importance to the team.

“And this is Agent Chris LaSalle, he’s been with me since the beginnin’.”

Your heart stopped. He said he was a cop, not an NCIS agent. Though, in fairness, you told him you were a lawyer. 

“Welcome to the team, sweet pea,” he smirked, causing your cheeks to burn a fiery red. 

[majwrites]

Chris

Chris LaSalle x platonic Reader

Spoiler Warning: major spoilers for season 6 of NCIS New Orleans

Warnings: grieving, mentions of violence, being drunk, a break up, not eating, sugar rush, nightmares, crying, reader not getting out of bed for several days

Summary: Reader doesn't know how to deal with the death of their father figure LaSalle, this is basically pure angst. Flashbacks are cursive.

"Chris, why am I in an interrogation room?", you were starting to panic. "Don't worry, (Y/N). I just want to talk and here no one is going to interrupt us". You expected a lecture on respect and behavior or something along those lines. Pride had already majorly chewed you out and you knew you shouldn't have lost your temper like this but here you were. "I promise, I'm not mad about what happened at the academy. I'm just worried about you and I don't want them to kick you out", LaSalle always knew how to approach you. He had learned from years of dealing with his brother that he shouldn't upset people in already difficult situations any further. You stayed silent. It was hard to put the things that had happened into words. "Alright, we'll try something different. Did someone at the academy treat you in an unfair way?" You nodded your head. "Did they say something rude?" Another nod. "(Y/N), you'll have to be completely honest with me now, even if it's uncomfortable. Did they physically attack you?" You looked past Chris at the wall and then the words just started spilling out of your mouth: "They beat me up every day and I tried to ignore them and look like I don't care and I thought they'd stop...and I'm just good at dodging punches so I protected my face to not get any visible bruises...but there are three of them and I'm alone and I didn't know who to talk to, and I tried to tell Pride about it but he was pissed at me because he had already gotten the complaint about my absence and it's impossible to properly talk to him when he's mad so I just hid at that gas station til you dragged me back here". You were out of breath and on the verge of completely breaking down. Lasalle grew increasingly angry at the people who did this to you. He tried to contain himself to speak to you in a softer tone: "None of this is your fault, kid. I'm taking care of this, we'll get these guys expelled and I'll make sure you can go back to the academy and finish your training". You calmed down a little bit and tried to process everything that had happened over the past few weeks. You looked at LaSalle: "Chris?" "Yeah?" "Thank you". He walked around the interrogation table and held out his hand for you: "Come on, I'll give you a ride home. You need a break". 

You hadn't left your apartment in three days, out of all members of the team you'd been the only one to take your special vacation. You didn't bother to get out of bed and you couldn't care less about the state you were in. You weren't sure if you had really processed the news yet. The days went by in a haze. 

"Hey, kid! Wait a minute!", LaSalle came running after you. You stopped in your tracks. "What is it?" "I have something for you", he was clearly holding something behind his back. "Show me", you demanded. "Close your eyes", he looked at you mischievously. "Chris, I'm not a child", but you did as you were told anyway. "Now hold out your hands for me", you did and LaSalle dropped something into your hands. "You can open your eyes now". You opened your eyes and looked at the thing: "Oh my God is this…", you couldn't even finish your sentence. "It's your very own NCIS badge. From now on you're NCIS agent (Y/N) (L/N)". You looked at the badge in your hands for a moment and then clipped it onto your belt. LaSalle looked at you like a proud father. 

You woke up in cold sweat from a dream that you couldn't quite place in the timeline yet. The moment you realised that you were indeed awake on this day in this time and he wouldn't be there at the office and he never would be anywhere again you broke down again. There were only so many tears someone could cry and you definitely weren't done crying yet so you just curled up into a ball to cry some more. 

"What is it, King?", Chris was on the phone with Pride. "It's about (Y/N), they're drunk and I need you to come here and get them home", Pride sounded concerned. "Did something happen to them?", Chris started to worry. "They won't talk to me and they were already drunk when they got here. Something is clearly wrong". "Alright, please keep an eye on them. I'm on my way", with that LaSalle hung up and started making his way to the bar. When he arrived he saw you sitting there slowly drinking a cup of water which Pride had given you earlier. LaSalle approached you: "Hey, kid. Would you like to go home?" You stared at him in confusion before nodding slowly. You stood up and held onto his sleeve for support. LaSalle lead you to his car and helped you sit down in the passenger seat. He even secured your seat belt. He had never seen you this drunk before. Chris waited a minute before he started driving: "Do you want to tell me what happened?". You said nothing for a while, then tears started welling up in your eyes: "Jo broke up with me". You sounded distressed. "Oh, (Y/N). I'm so sorry", Chris leaned over the console and pulled you into a hug. You continued talking: "They said that I'm too damaged to be in a relationship...they said I'm broken and that they're not willing to help me". You started sobbing louder this time. Chris still held you. You continued: "They said there's probably no one in this world who could ever fix me". "None of this is true", Chris tried to soothe, "You're not broken. You just went through some rough times and we're all here to help you through them". You both sat in his car like that for a while before starting to drive. 

You didn't know what to do except for keeping on to rot away in your room. The only thing that usually came to your mind in a situation like this was calling LaSalle, but in a fit of anger yesterday when it settled in that you could never call him again you had thrown your phone at the wall. It was still intact thanks to the outdoor phone case and screen protector but you were unwilling to retrieve it from the ground. You wouldn't know who to call for help anyways. 

This case was a rather difficult one but you were on the verge of solving it. All it had taken were a few sleepless nights, a few more cups of caffeinated drinks and a sugar rush. But profiling was one of your specialities and this guy had a lot to be profiled about him. You presented your profile to your team, they compared it to their evidence, they found the guy because Patton is the best at locating people and so the bad guy went to prison and all of you could finally go home and sleep. If it wouldn't be for your sugar rush. Everyone looked very tired, but you were still bouncing around the office because you somehow needed to get rid of your energy. "Don't you want to go home, (Y/N)?", it was LaSalle who was the last one about to leave. "I'd love to go home but I kind of had an unhealthy amount of fruit loops and Caf-Pow", you were still pacing around in the office. "Do you want me to walk you home? Maybe that'll get the sugar out of your system", and that's how you ended up on a 30 minute walk through New Orleans to your apartment with LaSalle who later took a taxi back home. 

"Dwayne, we can't just sit around and do nothing about this", Loretta knew she couldn't get upset with Pride now. He was suffering too, but that didn't excuse letting one of his agents down like this. "What do you want me to do? They've taken personal days off. I tried calling them and they didn't answer so they're probably not willing to talk", he really didn't deal with the situation that well. "Maybe it's for the better if you keep everything in order here. I will go to their apartment and check up on them", and Loretta went on her way. 

You were hiding under your blanket feeling mostly numb now when suddenly there was a knock on your door. You couldn't find your will to get up, so you waited. The person would eventually go away and figure that you weren't home. To your surprise that didn't happen. Someone started unlocking your door which further confused you because only one person had a spare key to your apartment. And his death was the very reason you ended up like this. 

"(Y/N), are you here? It's Loretta!", she looked around your living room to see that everything was a big mess. You didn't find your will to answer. "I'm coming inside now, I'll find you if you're somewhere in here!", Loretta knew better than to startle you. When she reached your bedroom she saw you on your bed and came closer. "Hey, how are you holding up", she knew that you were barely holding up at all but she needed to get you to talk. "I don't know", you stared blankly at her. At least you were answering. "Do you want me to let in some fresh air? It smells like your window hasn't been opened for days". You nodded. Loretta opened a window. Then she sat down next to you on your bed. "We've been worried about you. Don't you want to get out of bed and take a shower? I'll try and find something to eat for you", Loretta knew exactly what to do in situations like this, she had been working with a bunch of very stubborn and very sad people for a long time now. "I don't want to shower", you answered flatly. "That's okay, would you like to change into other clothes?", Loretta had noticed that you haven't even done that after coming back home days ago, and besides that she had also smelled it. You nodded. You got up and leaned against your wall. Loretta started picking out a fresh set of clothes, a washcloth and a towel from your wardrobe. Maybe that would get you to at least wash your face. She placed everything on the shelf in your bathroom and made her way to the kitchen. 

A few minutes later you walked into the kitchen in fresh, comfortable clothes and a bit cleaner than before. You sat down at the table and Loretta handed over a cup of tea. You took a sip. You didn't know what to say. You looked down at the table. "You need to talk about this, (Y/N). The situation is difficult for all of us, but we can help each other with getting through it", Loretta didn't want to pressure you to talk, but she had to get at least some information in order to help you. You sat in silence for a longer while. You suddenly started talking: "I just don't know what to do without him, nothing makes sense anymore". Once again tears started flowing and by now you didn't care anymore. Loretta was out of good advice so she gently pulled you into a hug. You kept rambling on: "He was the one getting me off the street and the one who got me into the academy and inspired me to join NCIS. Chris helped me through all the trouble I got myself into. Loretta, I've got no one else. There used to be no one until Chris appeared and no it's going to be just like that again...and it's all just so unfair, he didn't deserve all the pain and he must've been so scared and now he's dead and there's nothing we could've done to prevent it". Loretta didn't know what to say so she just held you closer. You tried to calm down. 

It hadn't sunken in yet that from now on you' d have a purpose and a goal. Chris had managed to get you a place at the Police Academy by adding a reference to your application. You'd try your best to make LaSalle proud and become a good cop. If someone would've told you a few months ago that you were going to get a higher education or a stable job offer you would've probably laughed, but here you were now with an actual future ahead of you. LaSalle reentered the kitchen with two cups of orange juice and handed one of them to you. You looked at him for a second before saying: "Don't worry Chris, I'll try my best to make you proud". He just smiled and said: "I know you will, kid". 

About an hour, two cups of tea and a bowl of dry fruit loops later you were in a state of mind that Loretta felt it would be safe to leave you alone in. You had decided to sit this case out and you'd come back once you felt capable of doing so. Loretta stayed a while longer before she had to leave and she promised you to call later. When she made her way out of your door she looked back at you: "Christopher is proud of you, (Y/N). And I know you will continue making him proud in the future". 

And she was right, you had a bright future ahead of you and you'd do anything to make it a future that Chris LaSalle would be happy about. 

[improvidus]

Hannah, wearing an apron, towel slung over her shoulder: Dwayne!

LaSalle, also wearing an apron: Honey, you're home!

Pride: What--?

Sebastian, wiping down the kitchen counter: Honey, I cleaned the house for you!

Gregorio, opening the oven: I made dinner, sweetheart!

Loretta, setting the table: We missed you!

Isler, pulling iced tea from the fridge: Welcome home!

Pride: Guys, please...

Pride: This is IKEA. We're going to get kicked out.

Isler: Don't drink that, it's a prop.

[stanathanxoox]

Teasing

“Would you want to have a baby with me?                                      “I’d love to have your baby.” - Chris LaSalle x reader

You stood watching your husband as he was finishing up his paperwork for the evening. Of course it was late but there was something about the way his brow furrowed and his tongue was poking through pursed lips that was driving you crazy. You couldn’t wait to get home and devour this man, after a taxing 72 hour case with almost no breaks you were ready to go home, unwind and relax. Finally you see him put down his pen and he gets up to put it on Pride’s desk before he turns around. You’d already gotten to your feet, standing almost directly behind him and he gasps

“Hey babe, what can ah do for ya?” he asks and you give him a quick once over as you bite your lip and ask

“Would you want to have a baby with me?” his cheeks flush, eyes dilate as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in close and whispers his response

“Ah’d love to have your baby, Y/N”. Before you know it your lips are crashing together as your hands run up under his shirt, feeling the warm strong muscles there, and he groans. The sound exciting you and setting something inside you on fire before you realise where you are and you pull back slightly and whisper

“Car, Chris. We need to go home and then you can have your way with me” you promise and he growls placing one last kiss to your lips, as he quickly retreats, rounding up his things as you do the same before you quickly make your way out the door and towards the car.

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Ha! Willow would so do this!

Christmas Countdown Day Twelve

“What if I’m on the naughty list? Do I get anything?”

Words: 432

Warnings: None

Tags: @stanathanxoox @pageofultron @starryrevelations @n3shama

“What do you think about this dress, Chris? Can you see Tammy wearing it?”

“Sure.”

“So, if you saw her on the street wearing this dress, and you didn’t know her, you’d think it was a good look?”

“Yeah.”

You look over your shoulder to Chris, finding him looking down to his phone and not really giving your questions too much attention. It makes you huff, which does eventually draw his eyes up. “You’re supposed to be helping me, you know.” You state, eyes narrowing.

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**means smut

Chris LaSalle

Never Compare - You might never be like Chris’ lost love, but you are still forever his.

Hostage Situation - You put your life on the line in order to save the victims and Chris just can’t wrap his head around it.

Dwayne Pride

Nightmares - While bad dreams flood your slumber, you always find comfort with Pride.

By the Candlelight - Maybe Christmas means a little bit more...

Third Time’s a Charm** - Dwaynes knows just how to get you to where you need to go.

Shower Sessions**- He likes you wherever he can have you.

Sweet and Slow** - Dwayne likes to take his time with you.

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Birthday Surprise (Christopher Lasalle x Reader)

•• This is for @stanathanxoox 🎈🎊🎁 I hope you have a great birthday! ••

“Sugarbelle,” Chris murmured into your ear. You chuckled and rolled over in bed to face the window. The sun was peeping in, but it was still early. “Come on, I know you’re up, birthday girl.” He ran his fingers in circles down your back. “It’s too early…” You groaned. “Can’t we sleep in for another hour?” “We could, but then you’d throw my plan off track.” “Plan?” That got your attention. You sat up. “Plan for what?” “Uh, your birthday.” He smirked. “What? Didn’t think ol’ Chris could keep a surprise from ya?” “Well, you do have a notably big mouth.” “I’ll pretend like I didn’t catch that.” He said before driving himself out of bed. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs.” He winked. You shook your head with a smile before changing out of your slacks and slipping on your shoes before making your way downstairs. You practically started salivating at the smell of pancakes as you entered the kitchen. Chris stood there with a plate of pancakes in his hand, whipped cream making a smiley face on top with some blueberry eyes. You sat down and took your first bite and Chris batted his eyes. “How about it? Did I do a good job?” “Are you going to continue to act like this all day?” You teased and he nodded. “You betcha’.” “They’re great, Chris. Now if you’d let me eat them.”      After finishing breakfast he helped you get into his truck before he blindfolded you. It was exciting when you didn’t know where you were going. When he finally parked the truck he got out and helped you down. “Can I take this ridiculous thing off now?” You asked, dying to see where you were. “Not yet, it’s just a little farther. Come on, lean on me. I won’t let ya fall.” You let Chris lead you onto the sidewalk and into a building before he let you go. “Alright. Open ‘em.” You pulled the blindfold up and beamed. Chris had driven you to the aquarium. You’d always fancied going but had never found the time between work and just wanting to catch up on some sleep you’d missed. “So, how’d I do?” He walked back over and poked you in the side. “You did exceptionally.” You leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Happy Birthday, (y/n).”

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Can't be true.

Christopher Lasalle x reader

Spoilers for season 6.

Episode Matthew 5:9

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to go like this. This wasn't how you expected the past 24 hours of your life to go. You weren't supposed to be standing over the body. The body of your husband of 6 months.

When you had gotten the call from Pride that Christopher had been shot in the same place his brother Cade had been murdered and was being airlifted to "The best trauma center in 3 states" as Miss Loretta called it, your heart had almost shattered. Still you wouldn't give up hope. You quickly packed your bag, grabbed your husband's hoodie that he let you wear cause you were always stealing it, and your keys and quickly got in your car and sped to the hospital.

Once you arrived you spotted both Pride and Sebastian, your face immediately went white once you had seen their shirts covered in blood. You backed up as Pride stepped closer to you. "Y/N...it's okay. They're closing him up. You'll be able to see him soon." You could hear his voice but couldn't quite process. Pride had seen this so he had taken your hand and led you to one of the chairs where he gently sat you down.

After receiving the update from the trauma surgeon on duty and watching them settle Christopher in his room you were allowed to sit next to him, and that's what you did. At some point you had drifted off to sleep where you dreamt of your husband. You were woken up by the feeling of someone playing with your hair. You looked up and saw Christopher. He turned and looked at you and flashed that beautiful smile of his which you gladly returned. "Hey Sugarbelle..." Christopher said weakly and quietly. You smiled at him and felt even more hopeful. "Hey there Handsome. You have us quite a scare." You whispered. He then looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "Yea....ah missed ya." You couldn't help but smile. "We missed you to. All of us." You said thankful for him to be talking. He kept smiling as he spoke "Yea.....Let's go fishin....Cade.." Chris had said with a smile and you were a little confused now, but that confusion didn't last long as Lasalle smiled one more time before letting out the last breath he had in him. The machine started screaming indicating that he had flatlined. "Christopher no!!" You screamed as you hit the code blue button.

After calling Pride the next few moments were a blur. Pride had rushed in by your side as the team started to perform CPR on Christopher. You had your hands over your mouth scared to move. 4 minutes had gone by when all of a sudden you heard the doctor say "that's enough....time?" You shattered. "No..no no no...please no...there's gott.." you were quietly cute off by one of the nurses saying "7:02". That damned time. You were crying and begging. "No please...please you have to keep trying. You don't know him...he's strong. He's a fighter. Please please please please don't give up. Please you have to keep trying. Please." You begged as you sobbed. "I'm sorry....he's gone..." that was the last straw for you. You were broken and angry. How dare this woman say those words to you. "NO!!!! NO HE'S NOT...PLEASE DOMT DO THIS!!!" You screamed, you had tried to lunge at the nurse but was quickly and gently restrained by Pride. Pride was like a father to all of you, especially you and Chris. Pride having his arms around you gently lowered you to the ground where he held and rocked you while you sobbed trying to get you to calm down. All while your team...your small family was feeling what you were feeling. You were so overwhelmed that you had let out the most guttural broken and hurt scream that one could possibly let out. This had been it. This had triggered the breakdown of the rest of the team. You had all just lost a loved one.

After Pride had managed to get you calmed down you were all gathered around Christopher's body. You could hear everyone talking but it sounded like you were under water. "Understand......stable....till..wasn't." One by one everyone had left the room leaving only you and pride behind. He touched Lasalle hand and gave it one more squeeze before standing by the door and watching over his body. You on the other hand moved closer to Chris. Your loving husband, your bestfriend, your rock...was gone. You had taken his hand and brought it up to your face and kissed the inside of his palm like you had done million times before. You looked long and hard at him scared you'd forget him. You were lost in thought but was brought back by Loretta saying she would take him back. She then walked over to you and rubbed your back. You were rubbing your husband's face gently. Staring at him when you leant down and gave him one more sweet loving kiss. Moments later pride was leading you out of the room.

You were so broken. You promised yourself, your team, and your dead husband that you would find whoever's it was responsible for this. That Christopher Lasalle would be avenged and given justice.

[literallyprentissstwin]

You´re my flashlight!

A/N: hi it´s allie and welcome back to my page! today, i have got a lasalle request which is super cute and wanted to write it asap. i actually should be writing school stuff but who needs school?! So have fun, enjoy and leave feedback and also send requests.

this was requested by @jayjehotchner <3: reader needs to travel a lot in her job and she gets homesick easily so LaSalle allows her to call him even at 4am and they have random talks about everything at night and she always feels a lot better.

It was 4 in the morning and you still havn´t got any sleep yet. You tossed and turned in your hotel bed, but you just could not rest. You missed LaSalle too freaking much. Slowly, you sat up and rubbed your tired eyes. You  needed to get sleep tonight, otherwise you would not be much of a help at work tomorrow. Being a translator for the government of Louisiana, you  needed to travel a lot.You go everywhere where people needed your  help. It was exhausting, but you really loved her job. Though you hated leaving your boyfriend of 6-months everytime plus you get homesick very easy. 

You got up from her bed and walked towards the window and looked outside. Seattle was beautiful at night, but nothing compared to New Orleans, the city you fell in love with. You started shivering, that´s when you picked up your blanket from the chair and covered yourself with it. What were you supposed to do now? It was 4 am in Seattle which meant it was basically around 1 or 2 in New Orleans. You coulnd´t call Chris, he needed his sleep just as much as you actually. You hesitated with yourself. But you also knew that LaSalle told you to call him if something was wrong or you needed help, but to be honest you did not want to be a burden. Shaking this thought out of your head, you laied down again and tried to catch some sleep.

30 minutes later, you woke up again, tears gathering in your eyes. You couldn´t take it anymore. You picked up your cell phone and dialed the number of your boyfriend who picked up after the sixth ring. 

“LaSalle?”, he answered sounding sleepy.

“Hey, it´s me. Sorry for waking you up.”, you answered in a whisper.

“Hey, it´s okay. What´s up?”, he asked, awakening further.

For a minute it remained silent on the other side of the line.

“[Y/N]? What is wrong?”, LaSalle asked concerned.

Finally, you began to speak. “Nothing, I´m fine. It´s just, I miss you so much and I coulnd´t sleep. I was already up for like 3 hours before I called you.”

“What?! Why haven´t you called earlier? I told you that it´s okay to call me at any time of the day when you need something.”, he explained.

“I know...I´m sorry..”, you said, suddenly feeling bad for not calling earlier.

“Okay, what about we talk until you fall asleep?”, Chris offered and got himself comfy in his bed which felt so much emptier without his girlfriend by his side.

“Sounds good.”, you smiled and wiped away your tears.

“Okay, try to get comfy and then tell me about your day.”

“My day was rather unspectacular. I was sitting at the police department of Seattle all day translating messages.”

“Sounds fun. But we actually hadn´t that much work either. Oh, but I have to tell you this: I found a beautiful little bistro at the south side of New Orleans. We should go there any time soon.”

“Yep, sounds great. I hope i´ll be back on Saturday.”, you yawned into the phone. LaSalle´s voice was so soft and calming that you slowly but finally started to get tired and only started to listen halfheartedly to what he was saying. You two stayed up talking like this for another 10 minutes.

“I miss you, [Y/N].”

“I miss you too. Thank you for staying up with me.”

“No big deal, babe.”

“I love you so much, Christopher LaSalle.”

“I love you too, [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Stay safe and sleep well.”

“Mhhhhmmm.”

And with this, you drifted off to sleep and LaSalle hang up, hoping that the love of his life would be back with him soon.

A/N: idk it sounded a lot better in my imagination but oh well. okay i actually didn´t write LaSalle with his accent bc i am bad at it but i hope you enjoyed! 

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