#Leroy Jethro Gibbs

[georginacstark]

“Caution” is right. Somebody should have warned me a year ago when I started down this NCIS rabbit hole. My life now revolves around it. Oh well. There are worse things to be obsessed with.

[crazycurly-77]

Flowers for Mrs. Gibbs - Alternative Ending (Chapter 2)

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: pure fluff

A biiig thank you to @ilovemark1951 for the request for this chapter!!! Have fun!

A few weeks after your wedding, you transferred from the lab to the research department.

It wasn't quite as interesting as your previous job, but research is also a lot of fun.

There was one small disadvantage, though: you saw the team, Abby and Ducky, much less now. Your office was also on the second floor, so you didn't run into each other anymore.

The change was a shame, but it reassured Jethro to know that you had nothing to do with any danger, such as weapons or chemicals, during your research.

And if he was worried about how you were, he only had to go down one floor, because you were always close to him.

Yes, it was a bit strange, but given that his family had been the victim of an assassination attempt, he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks and you didn't want to burden him unnecessarily either.

The work went well and the new colleagues were great too. The married life of Gibbs and you was also very harmonious and beautiful...it couldn't have been better.

Although...you had to revise this opinion several weeks after your transfer, because it actually got even better and you were crying with joy and happiness.

You could hardly wait to tell him the big news and in the evening it was finally time.

Beaming with happiness, you told Jethro that you were pregnant.

At first he couldn't believe it, but just seconds later he burst into loud cheers of joy and beamed with pure happiness too.

He exuberantly picked you up and danced through the house with you in his arms. He would have loved to hug the whole world.

It was wonderful to see how free he was from all worries and this expression of pure joy suited him very well. You tried to memorize this sight, but at the same time you also hoped to see this joy on his face more often during your life together.

What was a little difficult about the situation was that he turned into a worried mother hen and looked after you from head to toe. He meant well by looking after you so much, but sometimes he got on your nerves a little.

Of course you didn't let it show, because that was his way of calming his constant worry...he just had to do something to make sure his family was okay. 

He put locks where they were needed, built a cradle and lots of toys.

But this cradle was only the "second cradle" for the living room, though, because in your bedroom was the former cradle of his first daughter Kelly.

Besides the usual discomforts of pregnancy, luckily everything went well and Jethro looked after you lovingly.

Your colleagues didn't notice anything, though, because you hardly saw each other anymore. It was just noticeable that Gibbs was now going home earlier and that he was in a better mood, but they attributed this to your marriage.

Whatever the exact reason was... they were all so happy for the two of you that you had found happiness together.

The months went by and your new addition to the family slowly began to show. But before anyone could notice anything, new carpets were being laid in your offices on the second floor, which not only took a long time but also meant that the entire floor had to work from home.

But returning after the carpets had been laid was out of the question, as materials that were harmful to health were used, which meant that everything had to be removed again.

That was fine with you, because you felt most comfortable at home and could lie down for a short time in the last months of your pregnancy when you were exhausted.

And your husband looked after you selflessly. He was the best and most loving husband a woman could wish for and he will also be a wonderful father, you were absolutely sure of that.

With each day that the birth of your little darling drew closer, Gibbs became more nervous. Hopefully everything would go well. But every time he looked at you with his child - no, the child of you both - under your heart, which was proof of your eternal love, he knew: he had found peace.

He looked at you with looks that spoke of his undying love, like he looked at Shannon. But he was surprised to discover that his love for you and your child went even deeper.

In order to protect your happiness as best as possible and because he simply didn't like to reveal his private life, he hadn't told his colleagues anything... until one day...

... his cell phone rang and he ran straight past Tony to the elevator.

DiNozzo looked after him irritated and said: "Boss, the suspect is in interrogation room 1."

But Gibbs laughed and shouted:

"No time. I'm going to be a FATHER!!!"

Wow. What? Gibbs? Father? Tony was speechless. THAT was news.

But before DiNozzo could react in any way, his boss had already disappeared and was on his way to the hospital.

A few hours later, Tony received an email with a photo. This photo showed three people who represented the epitome of a loving family.

And underneath it was written:

“Gibbs family - Y/N, Natalie Shannon and Leroy Jethro.”

The End

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Here you will find the other chapter of this story.

Masterlist stories Part 1 (finished ones)

Masterlist stories Part 2 (finished ones and ongoing ones)

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Tags: @ilovemark1951, @hobby27

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[thebellekeys]

leave him alone that's my emotional support grumpy middle aged white man with a layered past and zero bitches who's also really good at his job

[pathologicalrambler]

i love the strict boss and his hyperactive tech analyst that he’s overly protective over duo

[fruitypieq]

This show is literally so funny

[coppertophomegurl]

Every crime show has an episode:

A high school reunion murder

A killer with diplomatic immunity that still gets arrested through some outrageous loophole

There's always an episode where a psychic comes forward to help. Everyone will be extremely wary of the psychic except for one person. And the psychic will end up being correct.

Murderous twins. They're often separated at birth. All the investigators will make a joke about it being twins and then are SHOCKED when it actually does turn out to be twins.

Killer child. Literally just a little kid that kills (usually another little kid)

An episode that villianizes people with DID. (sometimes the writers do a 2 for 1 special and make one of the "alters" a different gender so that they can both villianize mentally ill people, AND make transphobic jokes 🙃)

Sleepwalking murderer

Murder by proxy via hypnosis. Similar to the psychic, most of the team will be very skeptical.

Someone finds a body in a time capsule

Some killer that just got like WAY too into Dantes Inferno

Murder victim that has multiple families/wives

Murder at a roller derby. This episode will usually give off big sapphic vibes

Feel free to add more!

[passionwillow]

Gibbs bending reader over the boat in the basement

Smiling giggling kicking my feet

SMUT BELOW 18+, age gap reader.

Seeing you trot down into the basement wearing sweatpants and one of his hoodies sends Gibbs over the edge every time.

You don't try to tease him, at least you claim. But you know what's coming the second you wander over as he's working on the boat.

His blue eyes roam over your body, beautiful to him even obscured by baggy clothing. Your sweet, sleepy smile made his skin break out in goosebumps as you lean into him, eyeing the boat.

"How's it coming along?" you ask, hand running over the wood. He slips his arm around your waist and holds you to his side, eyes still admiring your features. "It's coming.. What're you still doing up?"

"I missed you." You smiled up at him and blushed at the gaze that met you. Blue eyes a shade darker, pupils dilated, hand inching its way under your (his) hoodie. "I missed you, too," he almost whispered, fingers tracing up your spine. He knew just how to touch you to make you squirm, make you arch ever so slightly into him.

His cheeky smirk made you huff and blush, but he silenced any thoughts in your head with a kiss. His lips were soft and slightly chapped as they moved with yours, his hand moving to your cheek as the other slid down into your sweats.

His rough, calloused hand moved under the fabric of your sweats, his breathing suddenly hitched as he roughly grabbed your ass. "No panties, huh?" he purred against your lips. Your answering grin made him chuckle, lips moving to your cheek as he whispered.

"Naughty girl."

He turned you and pressed you into the frame of the boat, mouth gliding along your throat and nipping at the skin. His hands slowly pushed your sweats over your hips and ass as he drank in your soft whines and moans, fingers tracing the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Turn around. Bend over."

His soft but firm tone made you shiver, and you quickly turned and bent over the wooden slats, biting your lip as the cool air brushed your exposed pussy. The sensation was short lived as you felt his fingers brush through your folds, inhaling shakily as his middle finger circled your clit. "Look how wet you already are, and I've barely touched you," he teased.

"Please-.. Jay, please don't tease me.." you begged softly, trying to spread your legs wider. These damn sweats, why didn't he take them off-

"But it's so fun," he purred, finger still relentlessly rubbing your sensitive bud. You could feel yourself growing more and more wet, clinging to the wood underneath you as you squirmed and whined. He collected your juices on his fingers before easing two of them into you, smirking at your soft moans as he stretched you.

How you were always so tight amazed him. He curled his fingers and pushed them as deep as he could, cursing soft as your walls fluttered around his digits. "Atta girl, look at you. So hungry for me, huh?" he cooed, his free hand undoing his jeans and shoving them down enough to free himself.

You started to lift your head and look back at him, hungry to see his cock, but he wasted little time. His cock replaced his fingers inside you, a choked groan leaving your throat as he stretched you. Oh god, you never got used to it.

He squeezed your hip as he buried himself inside you, breathing quick and labored as he slid his other hand under his hoodie and over your back. "Christ, darling, you feel so good," he rasped, his tip practically kissing your cervix.

"Please, baby, I need you. Need you to- please.." you finished weakly, trying your best to grind back into him. He normally would have teased you, told you to use your words, but the way you were soaking him right now.. Your walls clenching and fluttering.. He wasn't going to make it.

He started thrusting slow and deep, deep grunts leaving his throat as you clung to the wood of the boat. The drag of his thick cock inside you, the stretch as he bottomed out in your pretty little pussy.. You were a whimpering, moaning mess.

Gibbs had long gotten over the fact he was quite a bit older than you. The way he could make you squirm and beg, the way you were dripping and soaked before you touched you.. He was quite proud he could make you fall apart.

The way you were falling apart now, as he picked up the pace and fucked you from behind. Watching your generous ass bounce as he worked into you, watching your thighs tremble from the overwhelming pleasure.

Your cries and moans were music to his ears. The way he was practically abusing your cervix, the slap of his balls of your clit.. God, you couldn't get enough. And his voice..

"Such a good girl, you look so pretty right now." "That's my girl, let me hear you." "So wet right now, look at that."

You could feel your wetness sliding down your inner thigh. Gibbs couldn't tear his gaze away from your drenched cunt, the way you were soaking his cock and how well you were fitting him. He gave your left cheek a sharp slap before leaning over your trembling form, admiring the way you moaned at the slap and practically pushed your hips back to him.

"Such a dirty girl, huh?" he growled out, bracing his hand on the boat as his other hand slid around between your legs, rubbing your clit and smirking at the wanton moan that left your pretty lips. "That's it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum on my cock." The overstimulation, his voice urging you on.. You clenched around him and fell apart in moments.

He was unrelenting as you came beneath him, thrusting hard and abusing your little bundle of nerves until you were shaking and overstimulated. He pushed deep as he came a moment later, growling and grunting as he filled you. He was thankful everyday you got your IUD.

You were always shocked how quickly he pulled himself together after. He was slipping out and grabbing a clean towel to clean you up before fixing your sweats, tucking himself away and kissing your cheek as you stood up, legs unsteady.

"I hope you don't think we're done yet," he teased with a grin.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Baby Thoughts

Prompt: You never really thought about having children with your boyfriend, until a situation brings it up.

Mentions of OD Death, baby neglect.

"Look. I'm just a small fish in a big pond. I'm not the one selling that stuff, Julie is," the jittery man across the interrogation table explained to you and McGee. The both of you had been pulling as much information as you could out of him in correlation with your investigation in the death of a Marine but he wasn't much help.

"Alright. Well where can we find Julie?" McGee asked, writing everything down in a pad.

"She's been staying in the Independence hotel on 5th. Room 36. That's the last place I saw her."

Satisfied with a lead, as small as it was, you stood with McGee and exited the room, joining the rest of the team in the squad room.

"Got an address boss," McGee updated.

Jethro got up from his seat, grabbing his coffee and began walking towards the elevators while giving orders.

"DiNozzo, Torres, you two go see if the nearby gas station has any security footage of our Marine's murder, McGee, you're with me and Y/N."

Both you and Tim raced to your desks to retrieve your weapons and then to the elevators before Jethro shut the doors.

- - - -

You sat shotgun as Jethro drove to the address, pulling up to a rundown looking Motel. It wasn't in the greatest neighborhood and you were already dealing with a suspected drug deal gone bad, so you were on high alert. The three of you got out, surveilling your surroundings before heading to Room 36. The distant sound of a baby crying could be heard from inside the room as Jethro knocked loudly.

"Julie Oscrow, NCIS!"

There was no answer so Jethro knocked again as McGee checked the windows.

"Can't see anything boss."

A knot formed in your stomach as Jethro pulled his gun out, you and McGee following suit as he opened the door. Once you entered the room, you noticed two things immediately. The terrible smell that entered your nose and the sight of a woman on the floor, foam pooling from her mouth.

"Y/N, call it in," Jethro ordered before rushing over to her and preforming CPR.

Holstering your weapon, you pulled your phone out and dialed for EMS as McGee cleared the rest of the hotel room. It wasn't long before Jethro stopped, knowing that she was past saving, you putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Hey boss, we got a problem," McGee announced from the bedroom. You both made your way over and saw what he was referring to.

Sitting in a makeshift playpen made from a couple of large boxes was a baby no more than two years old, crying their heart out. Jethro wasted no time in taking care of the situation, picking them up and patting their back, while shushing gently. You just stared as he swayed with the infant who began calming down and wiping their tear streaked face.

"McGee, call Ducky and Jimmy, let them know we have a body," he spoke while motioning you over. You walked over as he handed you the baby, who had begun crying again.

"Hold him for a second while I make a bottle."

You didn't have any skill in handling babies but tried your best to mimic Jethro's actions from before and were thoroughly surprised when it worked immediately. Jethro gave you a small smile, moving your hand so it supported his neck.

"You're a natural, Y/N."

You just chuckled nervously and watched him rummage in the diaper bag that was on the bed, pulling out a bottle and a little packet before heading back into the other room and filling it with water. You looked at the little baby in your arms, his onesie stained with drool and God knows what else and couldn't help but feel a weird pull in your heart. You felt a instinctual need to protect him and keep him close to you. Part of you didn't even want to give him back to Jethro once the bottle was ready which you felt he sensed.

"Here, hold him like this," he instructed, positioning the baby in your arms. He began eating vigorously once the nipple reached his mouth, as his little hands clutched onto yours. You enjoyed the endearing moment and didn't miss the look of love Jethro gave you before going over to help McGee canvas the crime scene.

- - - -

You sat in the back of the ambulance, still holding the now sleeping baby in your arms, wrapped in a thin blanket. Jethro had changed his diaper and dressed him in something less dirty before EMS arrived and gave him a once over. You volunteered to stay with the baby while you waited for Child Services to arrive as McGee and the rest of the team investigated the crime scene. Jethro was finishing up a phone call before he came to join you in the ambulance, sitting down beside you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"You'd make a great mother, you know," he whispered, making you smile.

"You think so?"

"I do."

You thought about the question that had been bugging you the last half hour and finally decided to just ask it.

"Would you have a baby with me Jethro?"

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, memories of his past family most likely surfacing as he took a breath before speaking.

"I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about it. I couldn't see myself having one with no one else but you. But we can talk about that later."

You accepted his vague answer, actually getting more out of him than you thought you have and rested your head on his shoulder.

"Plus, I'd want you to be my wife before that and this is not how I planned on asking," he added.

You whipped your head up to look at him and he chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips and getting up.

"Child Services should be here any minute. I'm going to finish up with the team, come join us when you're done."

You nodded, smile still etched on your face from his previous comment and watched him leave. Looking back down at the little boy in your arms, you whispered a small thanks. Even thought his circumstances were unfortunate, you couldn't help but be grateful to the progress in your relationship he caused.

[giadin-a]

Ncis Fanart I participated in the NCISverse competition since I wasn't selected, I decided to share the drawing with you.

[whumpypepsigal]

NCIS Origins s01e07: “I didn't want to be here anymore. That's how I got hurt. I have been living with [my wife and daughter] gone! I can't keep doing that if a guy that [murdered my wife and daughter] is out there living, too.”

[ncis-yp]

Get in the Truck (Jethro Gibbs x reader) [SMUT]

The bullpen was quiet ever since you and Jethro had your big argument while you were out investigating a case and the pair of you wouldn’t talk to each other. Tony and McGee exchanged quiet looks of uncertainty as Gibbs walked in.

You sat now at your desk, fuming. You looked up at him as he passed you.

“You have a problem, (l/n)?” He asked. You hadn’t responded. “Do you have a problem, (y/n)?” You continued to glare at him. “I asked you a question Marine, answer me.”

“No.” You said coldly. His icy blue eyes staring right into yours. Two fiery glares being exchanged in silence.

“(Y/n) what exactly happened out there?” McGee asked.

“Yeah… I’m with McNosy on this one” Tony agreed.

“I said something he didn’t like. I did something he didn’t like.” you respond not looking up from your paperwork. They boys had receded back to their work, leaving you be… you obviously weren’t in the mood. Jethro clenched his jaw.

What felt like hours later, you grew bored of your filing work and grabbed the remaining 20 something files, you dropped them onto his desk. You locked eyes with him as they landed with a deep thud. You decided you would go toe to toe with you boss and boyfriend at the same time.

“Here Jethro. That’s for you” you say and grab your coat. “I’m taking my lunch break” you walked out. It was his turn to fume now. Tony and McGee looked at each other as they argument was waiting to break out. He glared daggers into your back as you stalked to the elevator.

“Boss…” DiNozzo began.

“Shut it.” Gibbs stood up and followed you. “You know (y/n) pretty stupid of you to tell your boss what you were gonna do” he said following you.

“Oh god Gibbs grow up” you reply walking towards your car. “Boss, boyfriend, what are you? You can’t play both roles at once you know”

You turned abruptly to face him.

“Yes I can” he replied. “You crossed the line”

“Oh, I crossed the line, baby? I crossed the line!?” You were now literally inches away from him. You could feel his body heat. “I wasn’t the one that started bringing out personal affairs into it. I wasn’t the one that decided it’d be a good idea to just, I don’t know, casually tell someone that “you’re always so belligerent (y/n) you don’t listen, the only time you’ve ever listened to me is in bed, and you barely do that””

Jethro couldn’t deny it, he was incredibly turned on by you. Your anger made your eyes sparkle, the way your jaw flexed as you glared at him.

“Im sorry I crossed the line (y/n) but you are not allowed to tell me how to do my job when I’m on the field because at work, I’m the boss.” He spoke. “You don’t listen. You don’t immediately do as I tell you, quite frankly, you have gotten belligerent.”

“Then fuck it out of me” you say through gritted teeth. “Fuck the belligerency right out of me”

“Get in the truck.” His eyes darkened. “Now. And (l/n) do not make me ask you again” you walked to the truck, he pushed you against the door and caught you in a heated kiss. Unlocking the door behind you. You undid your coat, and he undid his throwing it into the truck bed as you opened the door.

You got inside and scooted back as he crawled between your legs, closing the door behind you. His mouth reconnected to yours roughly. His hands followed the natural curve of your clothing as you moaned into his mouth. His calloused hands met the waistband of your pants as yours found his belt. You teased his growth as he assaulted your neck. He bucked his hips as he groaned.

“Fuck” you heard the desire in his voice.He made easy work of undoing your pants with an easy few flicks of his wrist. Unzipping his pants, he easily slipped himself out as you let your pants down.

He slid into you, a deep guttural groan leaving him. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly fucked you. Not wasting anytime in relieving himself and chasing to relieve you. The tangled moans that es the two of you would’ve been a symphony to any outside listeners.

Your moans and whimpers raised higher in pitch as he thrusted sloppier and sloppier as his orgasm neared. Hard thrusts earned him a rough bite on his neck.

“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned into your neck as his sporadic thrusts were being to speed up. Your walls clenched around him, causing a grunt to roll off his tongue. You were a whole other story.

You were actively losing your mind. Your composure had slipped, moans and curses slurred together as he fucked. Your own hand has drawn down to your clit to rub the circles you needed to make your body stiffen. Your mouth laid open in pleasure as you orgasmed. Cursing his name as he came simultaneously with you.

“God, (y/n)” he pulled out of you, grabbed a wipe from the pack he kept in the glove compartment. He cleaned you as best as he could before caring for himself. You laid on the truck seat with a dazed smile on your face.

“What gorgeous?” He smirked. As he opened the door and stood up. Looking around as he fixed his pants and boxers, pulling them up.

“Best sex I think I’ve ever had” you reply. You stood close to Gibbs and rearranged yourself . Your two bodies warm. You tuck in his shirt and zip and button his pants. He watched as you did so. You kissed him as you redid his belt.

“I think can top it” he shrugged.

“Hm. Top me tonight after dinner”

“Are you telling me what to do (l/n)? While we’re at work?” He questioned.

“No sir” you respond, teasing him. You giggled as you hugged him. He kissed the top of your head. He let go and the two of you began walking back to the office. Giggling and walking around like a goofball. Dickdrunk and high off serotonin.

“Report to the house by 1900 hours” Gibbs ordered. You smirked as you stood in place.

“Yes sir” you saluted him.

“What marine?”

“Yes sir”

“What time are you to report to the house, marine?”

“1900 hours”

“At ease soldier” the two of you laughed as you locked hands. He kissed your temple. “You’re my good girl” he whispered in your ear as you got in the elevator. You smile.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Ice Queen: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader (NCIS: Origins)

Tagging: @kmc1989

The first time Gibbs lays eyes on you, you’re standing there at the edge of the crime scene on the beach, staring into the sea. Despite the fact he’d lost Shannon and Kelly only months before he can still appreciate your beauty, even through the scope of the sniper rifle he’s using to emulate the shooter’s position.

“Whose she?” He asks Randy, who uses his hand to shield his eyes against the glare of the sun coming in through the open window.

“Medical Examiner.” Randy responds, his gaze falling back to the information he’s scribbling down on the notepad.  

“Her attention’s in the wrong direction.” Gibbs remarks, his finger tensing on the trigger out of habit.

Your hair blows in the wind, before you turn your attention back towards the tent that’s been set up to conceal the bodies out of view of the reporters. He tracks you with the rifle until you disappear inside before exhaling and releasing the trigger.

When he gets back down onto the sand, he’s almost forgotten about you. He’s too busy playing the angles, calculating the order of the victims when he steps into the tent and there you are arguing with task force agent Jacob Landsford. He wants you to release the bodies over to them instead of taking it back to NIS and you’re refusing until you hear from the director.

He hates the way that Landsford towers over you, how he uses his height to loom, to bully. His voice is loud and it echoes through the tent like an airhorn as he jabs his finger into your face.

“Sweetheart, you better sign that damn paperwork or so help me god-”

“Oh honey…” You drawl, spitting the word like it’s acid. Your eyes burn with a ferocity that is age old, one that every single woman who has been spoken down to by a man feels. “God ain’t gonna help you, not with this.”

He watches as the others man’s fist clenches, the skin turning white as it stretches across the knuckles.  

“You can’t speak to me that way…”

“When you start playing nice, I’ll start playing nice.” You tell Landsford, checking the watch on your wrist. “Now if you excuse me, I have to take these guys-” You gesture at the bagged bodies.  “-back to my morgue, where I can do my autopsies.”

The fist grows tighter and for a second Gibbs thinks Landsford is actually going to strike you. He wants to, he can feel it in the fibre of his being. His own body tenses, his muscles coiling but you tilt your head to one side, your gaze lowering to his fist.

“You wanna hit me, hit me.” You say jutting your chin up to meet his gaze. “I can guarantee I’ll punch back harder.”

He isn’t sure whether you mean physically or professionally but either way it makes Landsford pause. There’s silence for a moment, his gaze penetrating into yours and you don’t flinch, not for a single second.

“Everything they say about you is true.” Landsford snarls, jabbing his finger at you. “You’re a frigid fucking bitch.”

“I prefer the term ice queen.” You remark dryly. “Isn’t that what they call me up there in that office of yours while you’re measuring dicks?”

Landsford doesn’t speak, instead he turns his back on you, his eyes meeting Gibbs’s on the way out.

“Watch out for her.” He says, jerking his thumb at you. “She’ll tear your fucking cock off.”

“I’d be have to go looking for it first.” You snort, placing your hand on your hip. “Now fuck off so I can get some work done.”

Landsford does but not before giving you the middle finger.

“He always like that with you?” Gibbs asks, watching the other man disappear through the flap.

“Comes with the territory.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “He’s not the first he won’t be the last.”

He wants to ask if you find it exhausting but he’s new here, barely finding his feet. He doesn’t feel competent enough to discuss the gender politics of NIS with you just yet.

“Sorry. I should have introduced myself.” He says holding out his hand to shake yours. “I’m Gibbs, Agent Gibbs.”

“Maeve.” You say, taking his hand. Your grasp is firm, stronger than most of the men whose hands he’s shaken recently.  “But like you heard, they call me the Ice Queen.”

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[bethnaberrie]

leroy jethro gibbs was really out there in 2005 running a team of highly trained federal agents queer kids with daddy issues

[ncis-best]

Gibbs: Y/n did you slap Tony?

Y/n: no….

Tony: Yes you did!!!!!

Y/n: nooo I didn’t

Tony: YES YOU DID.!!!!

Y/n: NO I DIDNT!!!!

Tony: YES YOU DID!!!

Y/n: YES I DID!!!

Tony:NO YOU DIDNT!!

Y/n: see Gibbs I didn’t.

Tony: wha-

Gibbs: good girl.

[pathologicalrambler]

it’s always the jock, the nerd and their dad

[fruitypieq]

DiNozzo moment