#Nick Torres

[toboldlymuppet]

im love them your honor

[bullet-prooflove]

4. "So you can't call me up the way that you just did" from that tattoo list speaks Nick Torres to me 🔥 would you b willing to write this for him? 👀🙏

Tagging: @kmc1989 @whateversomethingbruh @district447 @lovebookheart @stelacole

Companion piece to:

Casanova - You recieve an unwanted gift.

It’s past midnight and you’re curled up on Parker’s couch, your cell phone cradled into the crook of your shoulder as you listen to a stream of expletives. It’s been going on for a couple of minutes, a deluge of rapid fire Spanish that you can’t keep track of. You can’t tell if Nick’s shouting at you or cursing out the man who’s been leaving you those romantic gifts.

“Nick…” You say, your voice breaking and he stops immediately, his tone softening.

“Mi amor.” He murmurs soothingly. “I’m not mad at you, I just… I want to track this hijo de puta down and strangle him my bare hands. The thought of you handling this alone…”

He trails off then and you can hear how distraught he is as he takes a shaky breath to calm himself.

“Nick, you already had so much on your plate…” You say quietly. “I didn’t want to add to that.”

You’re talking about that undercover op, the one where he’d almost died. In the past when something like that happened, he would have been able to shake off it but this time, this time was different because this time he had something to lose.

You…

And that fucked with him. He’d gone back to counselling, tried to get his head right and you hadn’t wanted to pile on the pressure.

“Harper, it doesn’t matter if I’m in therapy.” He tells you and you can envision him in that cabin on the USS Allegiance, leaning against that desk, pinching his brow. “You don’t have to keep secrets from me, I want you to be able to lean on me, the same way I lean on you.”

��Alright.” You say and Nicks waits patiently for you to speak. “I thought I could handle it and I was wrong, I underestimated him and now he knows where we live. You can’t imagine what it was like Nick, opening that box, seeing that underwear, knowing what he was thinking of when he…”

You swallow hard against the nausea raising in your throat. There’s silence then and you can hear Nick’s foot tapping in the background.

“Close your eyes.” He says with that husky voice of his and you obey wordlessly. “Take a deep breath and imagine I’m there with you, holding you, that you can feel my heart beating against yours.”

It takes you back to the last time you’d been together, how he’d looked into your eyes as it thundered against yours, your thighs straddling his waist.

“I would do anything for you.” He had whispered against your lips. “Live for you, die for you, kill for you.”

In the present Nick’s voice brushes over your skin like velvet, soothing over your frayed nerves.

“I meant it Harper.” He promises you. “I’ll kill him before he ever lays a hand on you.”

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[fictionalcraze]

" I may not be your father, But will always be your dad"

I have always loved this quote.. One of the reasons I love Gibbs so much is because of the kind of father figure he was to his team.. He may have lost his biological child but he found himself so many children along the years and gave them the kind of father's love they never got from their own father's... He once again found a child to love in his team and in return they found a dad.. I think this is what made ncis so special and beautiful... People choosing eachother and loveing eachother despite not being blood.. family is indeed not just DNA... Gosh.. i miss this man so much...

[benedettabeby]

Photos Ducky has in his office 😭❤️

[onlyhereforangst]

but as she was leaving, it felt like breathing.

[djkerr]

Somebody better be dead or dying.

NCIS 22x04 Sticks & Stones

[thestarwarslesbian]

*Parker having a team meeting after a hard case* Parker: What do we say when something doesn’t go our way? Jimmy: That’s homophobic. Jess: God forbid women do anything. Torres: Racism persists. McGee: They hate seeing a twink succeed. Parker: No, you do not.

[ellickalways]

i’ve never experienced romantic heartbreak but i did have to watch this scene live

so actually wait, maybe i have experienced romantic heartbreak

[delespresso]

CAN'T SLEEP ━━ Nick Torres x fem!reader (requested)

author's note; kinda short but also my first time writing for nick! a little different style but i hope you liked it :)) also, very sorry for the late posting and response to requests. i started college and it's been kicking my ass. i finally found a bit of time to write something and just started going thru my inboxes. again, so sorry!!

prompts; “without you, i can't sleep” from after hours

summary; nick was usually alright with being alone, until he found her

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Nick Torres had spent years deep undercover. When he returned to Washington and got a spot in a real team, something more stable and permanent, it took a while to get used to.

He was always on the go. Hardly having any time to process anything for himself other than for a mission. So his life was alone. He'd never felt quite lonely, it was just a process to him.

Until he had a taste of having someone that brought back the joy of dancing, of late night movie runs, of mundane grocery shopping.

It wasn't what he'd expected when they had a new forensic analyst on their team. And he never thought much into it.

It was when she'd started coming over. It started because she needed a place to stay when her apartment was closed off due to some sort of gas leak. Then it became a few movie nights where she'd stay over because they fell asleep on the couch together.

Those nights always ended up with him waking up in the morning with her cuddled up in his arms. Like a natural gravitational pull where somehow, he didn't kick her off in his sleep. The sleepovers became frequent, but it was completely innocent. For once, he had someone sleeping with him without having had sex beforehand.

And by God, it was surprisingly nice.

When she stopped coming over for two weeks, it felt too quiet. He realised he hated it — even if the nights they spent together were typically on his couch by accident. But he couldn't quite sleep in his bed when she wasn't around either.

So on a whim, he decided to go downstairs to the lab at the office to find her. He even had a box of donuts in hand — as if it were a bribe of some sort as he started calling out for her. Her usual playlist was playing in the background, some upbeat pop that she never stopped playing.

“Hi!”

She popped out of nowhere, taking off her glasses and setting down the glue gun in hand. He raised his brows as he looked at her, amused by her typical random behaviour.

“Hey you. What's falling apart this time?” He mused as he joined her at her station.

She only clicked her tongue, waving him off.

“I'm building a shelf.”

“With a hot glue gun?” He questioned as he held up the mentioned equipment.

“Shut up. Why are you here?”

It waa just like her to switch the topic so easily. Nick couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes surprisingly and unknowingly fond as he looked at her.

“Brought you donuts,” he said as he nudged the box in her direction.

The way she easily perked up at that made his heart flutter like a little schoolboy.

“And I wanted to ask if you wanted to come binge watch something stupid again,” he added.

She glanced up at him, leaning her hip against her station as she raised her brows in question. It had been a while since their last movie night. They'd both gotten a little busy.

“What movie?”

“Whatever you want.”

The way she smiled was enough to tell him her answer. And definitely enough to send his heart into overdrive.

They left work together that evening, going over to his place where they had pizza delivered and the movie was put on. She'd chosen to watch Twilight — and he secretly enjoyed it. Even if he'd never admit it to her.

Somewhere through the second movie, she'd inched closer to him. Her head fell against his shoulder as his arm naturally moved to wrap around her.

It was comfortable. It was perfect, really. Nick turned his head a little, enough to nuzzle the top of her head.

“You should come over more often,” he muttered against her hair.

She hummed, a little sleepy by now but still coherent enough to ask why.

“Guess you're my sleeping pill,” he replied quietly, as they ended falling asleep snuggled up on his couch again.

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[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Nick Torres: I Told You Not To 

My first NCIS attempt. I just started watching season 14 and I LOVE Nick Torres. This is set before he joins the team. Let me know how I did in catching Nick’s character. I’m still learning his personality.  

You didn’t know it was possible to be this on edge while simultaneously feeling so fatigued. The fatigue was soul-deep and not something that would be fixed with even the best night's sleep. You felt completely wrung out. It made the hypervigilance that you couldn’t turn off much more unsettling. You have been running for almost two months now. There was the constant fear of being found and killed, or worse. You didn’t have the skill set to be on the run. You didn’t know how to dodge and redirect the dangerous people trying to find you. You didn’t know how to shoot a gun or protect yourself. You were a humanitarian. You came to Argentina to volunteer at an orphanage that doubled as a battered women's shelter.  

You were well aware that you did not have the skill set necessary to protect yourself in the situation and it had never occurred to you that you might need to. Helping people without using the correct channels had never come back to bite you in the ass this hard though. Granted it had always been in America where you had the home advantage. When the woman had come and asked you for help escaping her abusive husband with her young son in tow, how were you supposed to know that everyone else had turned her away in fear of the repercussions of a powerful man. A man who ran an underground child sex trafficking ring. 

The only thing that stood between you and him was an undercover NCIS agent, Nick Torres. He had saved you after his cover had been blown and had been dragging you around since. The man was paranoid, or so you had thought in the beginning, and on constant vigilance. He was sure of a mole in NCIS and didn’t trust anyone. It left the two of you in this constant state of motion. At first, the ordeal had been frightening, a constant rush of adrenaline. It had now turned into a constant uncomfortable prickle of anxiety and suspicion of everyone and everything. It was chronic mental exhaustion. If it made you feel as bad as you did, you could only wonder how bad it was for Nick.  

He was the one who could keep you both alive. You had watched his strange humor which had the desired effect of lightening the mood in difficult and often uncomfortable situations turn into a stoic silence for the last week, maybe two. You weren’t sleeping much but it was nothing compared to him.  

You had scoffed when he told you “I don’t sleep” but had soon found it near close to the truth. He barely slept over the last two months, the last few weeks being the worst. When he did drift off it was light and fitful. Every noise or movement woke him, and it would only be after a complete recheck of the area that he would try to sleep again if he chose to even try. Most of the time he would shake himself more awake and persist wherever he was leading you to next. 

Nick was a handsome man, but he looked rough, sitting next to you on the commercial bus. His body language read exhaustion as did the dark circles underneath his eyes. They showed prominent even over his dark skin which was starting to take a more yellow jaundice undertone. Not that you were judging. You were sure that you looked like a hot mess express. You had been living in Nick’s oversized clothes and showers weren’t a frequent thing. Your hair had been in a braid for almost a week because you couldn’t stand how greasy it had gotten. Most of it was covered by Nick’s plain black baseball hat that he had forced on your head, bill pulled down low to cover most of your face. He liked you as hidden as possible saying you looked out a ghost in the land of the living. A pale white girl who couldn’t hold a conversation in Spanish in a sea of fast-speaking Latinos. It was rude but you couldn’t disagree. 

The bus had just taken off, and Nick was slumped in his seat when a chill went up your spine. You had the eerie feeling of being watched. You knew the drill, no quick movements, you had to make checking your surroundings look natural, causal.  

It was easy to spot him the man. He was a few seats behind you and openly staring. It seems too blatant to be one of the men that you have been running from, but your body tenses and you feel the blood start to pump faster through your veins. “Nick,” Your voice is low and tense. It catches his attention, and you can feel him become more alert and sit up straighter next to you. “Do you see that guy a few seats behind us? He is watching us.” Nick did a much more casual job of surveying the surroundings and when he was done, he chuckled before relaxing back into his seat. You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. 

“He isn’t watching us,” Nick stated flatly. You give a scoff of disbelief and go to object. You may be getting paranoid, but you can still tell when someone is staring. Nick cuts you off before you can get a handful of words out. “He isn’t watching us. He is watching you.” It takes a moment for the words to process. A soft oh falls from your lips when it finally clicks. 

Nick leans into your space, his hand coming up to cup the side of your neck. You exhale in surprise, but the touch is light and not unwelcome. It floods your body with a tingling warmth. “Is he still looking?” You search Nick’s face before looking back at the man. His attention had broken off you and he was now slumped against the wall staring out the window.  

“No,” His fingers brushed your cheek lightly catching a strand of hair that had come loose and securing it behind your ear.  

“Yeah, most people get uncomfortable with public displays of affection. Just like most men will respect another man when they realize that the girl they are trying to flirt with is taken.” He gives you a long look before glancing down at your chest and whispering, “I told you not to wear that.” He dropped back into his seat.  

You made a face at him, you two had gotten into a small argument at the station where you had refused to wear one of his long-sleeved shirts. It was hot and the bus was a hotbox. You had been sweating for days and washing up in the skin hadn’t tackled the problem. You just wanted to be comfortable for your trip. You had snagged a white wife beater out of his bag to put on instead. It was tight in the chest, but it felt much lighter and cooler. Nick had wisely said nothing when you came out in it. 

His comment made you look down at the shirt. I was tight and clinging to you like a second skin but the top where it was pulled tightly across your breast you saw the problem. You had been sporting a bright red bra when you left, and it was the only one you had. Because your boobs were so large there was no way of forgoing it. The flimsy white shirt that had been great for the purpose of keeping you cool did nothing to hide your bra’s florescent color nor the outline of its lace. Your cheeks flushed bright in embarrassment. You were a hot mess and gave quite the show. 

The two of you rode in silence for a while. Nick's eyes were open just a sliver as he tried to keep himself awake. It was a losing battle. He would start to doze, and his head would slide to the side waking him back up. “We have three hours until the next stop, right?” 

“You have to go to the bathroom already?” You glare at him. He had made a point to complain about your need to use the bathroom more frequently than him. “Yeah, about that.” He agreed. You nod in decision and turn to put your back against the corner where your seat meets the wall, your knees turned more toward the center aisle. 

“You should get some sleep,” He looks ready to object, “You’ve already checked everyone out on the bus, and I’ll wake you up before we hit our next stop or if anything weird happens.” He still looks hesitant, but his brown eyes have a heavy exhaustion cut deep into their depths. You pat your lap urging him to rest his head. “You’ll sleep better if you lay down.”  

“I’ll be okay,” He shimmies against his seat trying to get comfortable. The seats are hard and sleeping upright is uncomfortable in the best of circumstances. Nick is stubborn and even with everything he has done for you doesn’t want to ask for any small favors or comforts you can give him. You grab his shoulder and pull him forward to lay down, even with objections on his lips he allows you to maneuver him to lay with his shoulders and head in your lap. Nick, who had complained one too many times about you getting yourself in trouble by being too selfless chuckled lightly into your thighs as you assured him.  

“Don’t worry I’m doing it for purely selfish reasons. If you are sleep-deprived and miss something or get hurt, it will be all over for me.” You tease him, even with the truth of your words ringing in your ears. 

Nick is stiff laying in your lap for a few minutes, but it doesn’t take long for him to readjust and get comfortable enough to fall asleep. When he does, he is out cold. His body is a heavyweight against you, and he starts snoring. The physical contact felt nice. You were no stranger to his touch. Nick had been pulling, pushing, leading, and on occasion dragging you around. All of it had a purpose and none felt like real physical contact. The warmth of his body that lay on yours was soothing. You tried not to examine that feeling too thoroughly.   

Nick being relaxed enough to sleep made your own anxiety settle slightly. You still made sure to look out the window and be aware of what was going on around you, but it wasn’t as needling. You silently wondered if you two had been feeding off each other's nervous energy for too long. That paired with a lack of sleep made for a volatile combination.  

The first hour went by in a blur of Nick’s snores and passing scenery out the window. By the middle of the second hour, your ass and legs were getting numb from sitting in the same position for so long. You were trying not to fidget or shift because Nick was getting some real sleep, and you didn’t want to risk waking him. Another fifteen minutes in you couldn’t take it anymore. You set a hand on the middle of his back and started slowly shifting trying to move your leg. You had moved maybe an inch when you felt the slight jolt of movement from Nick. This body was tensed, you could feel the strong muscles in his back flex under your palm.  

“It’s okay, we’re still over an hour out.” You whisper to him running your hand down his spine. “I just need to sit a little different.” His half-lidded eyes meet yours as he lifts his body a few inches allowing you to pull your leg up onto the seat. You press your back more directly into the wall rotating the way you were sitting on your butt. He half moves half slides up your stomach as you slide down the wall. He ends up draped across you, his head on your stomach his torso resting in between your thighs. One of his hands smooths up your thigh and stops to rest there as he passes back out. 

Your hand still rests on his back. He has a hole in his dark shirt that you fiddle with for something to do. You notice his shirt has ridden up leaving a few inches of tan olive skin showing between it and his pants. The man’s body is all firm muscle. You would have to be blind not to notice how attractive he is, only exacerbated by his cocky attitude and smartass remarks. You try your best to stamp down that thought-examining the way he makes you feel would be a disaster. The only way you want to see him is as a protector. A man who is standing between you and those who want to hurt you. That's all it can be. The rest you know to ignore. You smooth down his shirt where it has bunched around his broad shoulders. You absently continue the motion rubbing his back. His back is a mess of tight knots and muscles. 

You spend the rest of the bus ride alternating between loosening the knots and resting your hand on his back and feeling it rise and fall as he breathes. You noticed the man who had been staring at you earlier kept taking quick glances at you. He quickly would avert his gaze if you happened to look his way at the same time.  

You see the sign for the first stop five miles out. You rub up Nick’s back, he hasn’t moved at all since he fell back asleep. You don’t want to jerk him out of his sleep like last time, so you set your hand over his on your thigh and squeeze it a few times. You whisper his name and see the flutter of his long dark eyelashes. “We are about five minutes out.” You expect him to immediately sit up and start his causal special agent surveillance mode. What you didn’t expect was him to lay there languidly.  

He rolls his neck, and shoulders, and then stretches. You heard a few loud pops, and he groaned in satisfaction. He then rolls onto his back and makes eye contact with you from where he is lying. He has his normal cocky smile back on his lips. The few hours of uninterrupted sleep had done him a lot of good. He seemed to be in much better spirits. You quirked an eyebrow at him in question. “Finalmente encontré tu fuerte (I finally found your forte). You make a fantástica pillow.” 

“I’m glad you approve.” You tease sarcastically. He doesn’t move to get up, so you rest your hand on his stomach, the other on the back of the seat. When the bus stops people make their way off. The man from earlier who had been watching you stops by your seat before he exits. He says something in Spanish. You catch none of it, but Nick does and clearly didn’t like it. His body is still relaxed against yours and his tone is teasing with an undercurrent of hard warning as he answers. The only thing you catch is- Entender amigo. Understand friend. The man glares at Nick before storming off the bus. “Do I even want to know?”  

“Sólo sabes cómo causar problemas (You just know how to cause trouble).” Nick watched as people started to file onto the bus. You sigh and are about to ask him to translate, silently cursing yourself for opting for ASL in school instead of Spanish. Nick’s gaze turns back to you and looks down at your chest which is now basically at eye level before redirecting up to your eyes. “I told you not to wear that shirt.” He repeats. “The next stop is ours. I squirreled away some of my own money there before I went under. Just in case. You can never be too careful, ya know? How does a hotel room sound for the night?” 

You moan in delight at the thought, “Sounds like a hot shower and a real bed. Heaven.” Nick chuckled before readjusting on your lap. 

“We have two more hours before our stop. You mind if I catch a little more sleep?”  

“Knock yourself out. Apparently, I’m a certified pillow.” You smooth his hair out of his face. It’s supposed to be a teasing gesture, but it ends up being a lingering touch. Soft. Comforting. Affectionate in a way that wasn’t intended. If Nick closes his eyes again and leans into the touch you ignore it. Just like the butterflies that are trying to awaken in your cold traumatized stomach. 

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[theoceanandthestars]

Stand By Your Man

A/N Inspired by the song ‘Stand By Your Man’ and a vanilla custard filled choux bun I had recently that I can’t stop thinking about. Apologies for any mistakes :)

Summary: After Parker, who your beginning to develop a crush on, discovers your hidden talent, you go undercover at a country bar to find a suspect.

Word Count: 2391

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You’d regretted revealing your hidden talent to Alden Parker the minute it had slipped from your lips. It was a moment of weakness on your part. You had initially rejected the agent as Gibbs’ replacement, you told yourself it was because he was too cheery and not as professional as Gibbs, but you knew that your resentment for Parker was, in reality, the manifestation of your sadness at Gibbs leaving and Parker taking his place meant that he really was gone. However, after a particularly hard case which ended with Parker offering you a vanilla custard filled choux bun from a bakery he had found on the drive back to the NCIS building. Your resentment had completely crumbled and amongst the praises for the pastry, in what you believe was a sugar induced moment of insanity, you had confessed your talent for singing to the older agent as a type of olive branch, who had been trying to encourage you to divulge a secret talent to him for the entirety of the case. The grin on his face was what immediately triggered a sense of regret within you, wishing that the pastries’ ability to loosen your lips hadn’t worked and it was that same grin that reignited that flame of regret within you 4 weeks later, when Parker told you that you would all be going undercover at a Country Bar. It was that grin that told you everything you needed to know in a matter of microseconds.

It was that grin that you could still see now as you were standing, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white flowy bell sleeved top and cowboy boots, being handed a microphone to go and sing on the stage of your suspect’s favourite hangout.

Parker had argued that it was imperative that the team could see every face within the bar in order to find the suspect and that the only way to truly do that was to have someone on stage and the rest of the team sat around the bar. You, on the other hand, had not felt the same and had rolled your eyes while Torres sniggered at your annoyance, promising to film the whole thing so he could torture you with it, following Parker’s divulgence of your talent to the rest of the team as well as his plan to catch the suspect. You had silently thanked McGee for not mentioning that he had in fact already heard you sing, (after an evening out drinking with him, DiNozzo and Bishop had led you all to a karaoke bar, which in turn had led to some very questionable renditions of many, many songs), not wanting to have to explain your karaoke too.

But as hard as you tried you couldn’t really be mad at Parker and truthfully you did think that Parker’s plan made sense, it was subtle, you could find the suspect without him realising you were looking for him and keep his attention away from whoever ended up grabbing him in the crowded bar.  Over the past four weeks you had softened to Parker, accepting that while he was replacing Gibbs in terms of his job, he was so different from him that he could never take his place. You liked to think of it as a different place, just as good as Gibbs but in different ways. Unfortunately for you during the past four weeks as well as coming to terms with Gibbs’ absence and Parker’s arrival, you had started to develop a crush on your boss. A crush you were almost certain he didn’t reciprocate.

You took a breath and shook your hair slightly before returning your mind back to your current situation, thanking the man who had handed you the microphone before the band began to play the song you had chosen to sing. As the music started to flow to your ears you calmed, the familiarity of the feeling settling in. It’s not that you hate singing in front of people, it’s more that you would rather just gouge your eyes out than have to sing in-front of your co-workers and boss/crush.

‘Sometimes its hard to be a woman’, the words flowed out your mouth effortlessly. As you continued, you shifted your focus from the words you were singing to the faces in the bar, scanning each one for the face of your suspect. However, after a few lines, you realised that there was no way you could get a clear read on half the faces in the bar without getting closer.

So, despite the resistance of every fibre of your being, you stepped of the stage and started to walk around the bar as you continued to sing. At first it was just a brush of your hand to someone’s shoulder so they would lift their gaze and you could see their face, but after a minute of singing you began to get bolder. As you continued to move around the room you found yourself sliding on the edge of the booth McGee was sat at, who like you had been searching for your suspect, and found yourself wrapping your arm over his right shoulder, directing the words of the song at him, and leaning your head on his other shoulder. This elicited a chuckle as he laughed softly at you. If you were being forced to do this, you were at least going to have some fun.

After moving away from McGee, you continued to make your way through the packed bar, the eyes of all the patrons now focused entirely on you, the words of the song falling effortlessly from your lips, and unbeknownst to you wowing the entire bar full of people, including your team. Unlike Jess, who had never doubted your ability to sing, Torres was in utter disbelief, still holding his phone recording you like he had promised, but now with the knowledge that there was very little to tease you with. McGee, on the other hand, was not surprised by your beautiful singing at all, after all, he had heard you sing drunk all those years go with him, Tony and Ellie and he knew if you sounded that good while that drunk, and you had all been very drunk, that sober your voice must be angelic.

Meanwhile, Parker’s gaze had stopped moving around the bar and instead fixed itself on you. When you had admitted to him that you could sing he had thought you would instantly take it back, and from the look on your face at the time he could tell you regretted it. He knew that you, like Torres, were having trouble adjusting to him taking over from Gibbs, but over the past few weeks both of you had been getting on very well. So well in fact, that he had developed somewhat of a crush on you, however, he also convinced himself that being your boss, as well as much older than you, made this crush entirely irresponsible and wrong, besides he was almost certain that you didn’t reciprocate it. In this moment though, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He had been stunned into silence when he had first seen your outfit as you ran into the elevator which he had just gotten into, as you were about to go to the bar. The words he wanted to say, that you looked beautiful, had sat at the back of his throat and instead he opted for a smirkish smile as he told you he liked the outfit, to which you had rolled your eyes gently while chuckling softly, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks at the fact he had even commented on the outfit.  Now Parker was watching as you continued to move around the bar in his direction, admiring your voice and attempting to ignore the way his heart beat faster when you walked over to him as you sang, wrapping an arm over his shoulders as you placed yourself on his lap.

After singing a few lines of the song sitting on Parker’s lap, which was something you knew you would regret instantly the moment you did it, you forced yourself to get up and continue to search the bar as you sang. You were surprised for several reasons when you had sat on Parker’s lap. Firstly, you surprised yourself that you would do something that bold, but more importantly to you, you were surprised by Parker’s reaction, he had smiled at you, laughed softly and placed his arm around your waist, holding you close to him. An action you were sure had caused your heart to stop beating momentarily.

As you continued to sing you tried to shake the thoughts of Parker out of your mind, convincing yourself that he, like you, was undercover, he was just playing the role. Suddenly though you were snapped out of your spiralling as you caught sight of the man you had been searching for, who was staring at you. The suspect was sitting with another man, also looking directly at you. You moved over to them trying not to rush and maintain your cover.

As you reached them, you placed your hand on the man’s shoulder, turning to make eye contact with Nick, McGee, Jess and Parker, as you empathised the words of the song, ‘stand by your man’. You had chosen the song for this specific reason, that when you found the suspect, it would be easy to tell the team where he was. That and the fact that it was a short song and you didn’t want to have to sing longer than necessary.

After receiving nods from all the team, you removed your hand from his shoulder and walked back to the stage, with only a few lines left to sing. As you finished singing and the room burst into applause, the team quickly moved towards the man, their actions hidden from him by the applause, before grabbing and arresting him. The rest of the bar remained mostly oblivious thanks to the noise that was no being created.

You received a small rush from both the applause you received, and the relief that the suspect was now in custody. But as quickly as you had been handed the mic, you handed it back to the same man who had previously given it to you and rushed to the entrance of the bar to catch up with your team. As you left the bar and got outside the first thing you saw was Tim and Jess, who were putting the suspect into one of the cars, but you couldn’t see Parker or Torres. That was until you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders as Nick began to tell you how he was never actually going to tease you, which he definitely was going to do, and sang your praises. Eventually after he came down from the apparent high he was on after you singing, he jogged over to McGee, still giggling slightly, while you just shook your head and smiled.

Not a second later did Parker join you, after having disappeared somewhere, retuning with a box under his arm as he clapped softly, causing you to laugh and blush rather furiously.

‘When you told me you could sing, I assumed you could carry a tune, I didn’t expect you to have the voice of an angel.’

‘Thank you’ you blushed even more at his compliment, avoiding meeting his eyes, ‘just don’t think this will be a regular occurrence, I don’t think I could handle that’ you added pointedly.

He chuckled, ‘I don’t think it’ll be that easy, now they’ve heard you sing’, he gestured to the team, who were still chatting amongst themselves, occasionally glancing over at you and Parker, ‘they are going to try and get you to every chance they get’. This caused you both to chuckle.

‘Oh god’ you groaned, ‘I hadn’t thought of that’, eliciting yet another laugh from Parker, before he moved the box he had perched under his arm and held it in front of you.

‘But since you’ll probably never be given a break from this now, I got you this’ he stated opening the lid of the box to reveal one of the same vanilla custard filled choux buns he had given you all those weeks ago when you first confessed to him your talent.

Your eyes widened in excitement upon seeing the choux bun, taking it out the box and moaning as you took a bite of it. ‘This makes it all worth it’ you smiled, content with the pastry in your hand and completely touched by the gesture.

Meanwhile, by the van the other three agents continued to watch you and Parker after giving up on just sneaking glances at the pair of you.

‘Aww’ Jess cooed as they watched Parker give you the pastry he had bought especially for you, ‘Do you think they realise how much they like each other? Or just how obvious it is?’ she then asked the two men next to her.

‘Oh they have no clue’, answered Nick immediately, smirking as he watched you both.

‘Yeah they’re oblivious. I’m pretty sure they both think the other one doesn’t fell the same’ added Tim, returning his gaze to the two agents in front of him.

‘They’re the only ones who don’t see how much they like each other; I mean it’s pretty obvious to literally anybody else’ added Nick.

‘What’s obvious?’, you asked as you and Parker had made your way over to the three agents standing in a huddle as you continued to eat the choux bun in your hand. Jess and Tim looked like deer caught in headlights, but Nick began to smirk.

‘We were just saying how oblivious people can be sometimes’, looking directly at you and Parker who were both proving his point and being entirely oblivious, adorning expressions of confusion as he then added, ‘you know like the suspect, just sitting their not realising he was about to be arrested by the five agents in the bar.’

‘Oh right’

‘Yeah, that makes sense’.

Both yours and Parker’s answers were met with small giggles and nudges as you all began to move into the cars, which once again the pair of you where oblivious to.

Part 2?

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From your lovely 'The 'Oh Dear This Got A Little Filthy' Prompt List' 👀 "It's that lacy black pair with the little bows The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo" for our best guy Nick Torres? 🧡

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Nick’s away when you get the package. He’s stuck on the USS Allegiance, heading up an investigation into an abandoned baby found aboard, when the sleek black box arrives at the apartment the two of you share.

When you open it the inside is lined with fuchsia tissue paper and tied off with a black silk ribbon. There’s  a cream piece of card resting on top.

I picked out a black lacy pair with the pretty little bows, it reads. I chose them for you when I was in Tokyo. I can’t wait to see you in them. – Casanova

You’ve been receiving gifts like this for the past few months. It started with an box of expensive Swiss chocolates arriving on your desk one afternoon. You’d thought they were a token of appreciation from a cold case you’d solved until one of your colleagues told you they retailed for almost $300 dollars. You’d tried tracking down the sender but the company refused to play ball with your request.

The next was a bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Rosé 2014 Champagne retailing at over $700 dollars, followed by a pair of diamond earrings. Each one contains a card, written in black calligraphy written as if the perpetrator were your lover. You’d reported it to your supervisor and it had been kicked upstairs to Supervisory Special Agent Lisa Parker in the Family, Sexual Violence and Threat Management Unit.

It’s her number you dial after taking several pictures of ‘the gift’.

“It came to my home this time.” You tell Lisa as you double check the locks on the door. “That means he knows where we live.”

“Harper, I need you to take a deep breath for me and calm down.” Lisa responds and you can hear her keys clattering in the background. “We’re on our way.”

“We?” You respond, your heart sinking because it’s her day off and you already know she’s bringing Alden.

The thing about these ‘gifts’? You’ve not told Nick about them. That man is fiercely protective over you. If he knew about any of this he’d be warpath, spending every waking moment driving himself crazy trying to track this asshole down. Up until now you’d been able to handle it, all of the boxes had been coming to your workplace and NCIS had excellent security. It’s only today that the game has changed because this one, it’s come to your home and it’s far more intimate than all the others Casanova has sent you.

You tune back into Lisa’s voice on the other side of the line, her assurances she’s on her way and she’s keeping you on speaker until her and Alden arrive. Your phone flashes with another call, Nick’s picture appearing on the screen and you reject it because this shit right now that’s not something you can tell your life partner over the phone.

It’s a conversation you’re going to have to have face to face.

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"follow me if you want to live" - Nick Torres x reader

You were trapped in the back corner of the bar, a drunk man who had been trying moves for hours and was now getting handsy had you trapped here. That is until someone gently pulls you into they’re arms and begins to sway you to the music

“Follow me if you want to live” the man whispers in your ear as he taps something on his waist and you look down and see the small glint of gold and black reassuring you that he’s an agent of some kind. You then look over and see that the man who had been pursuing you had now began throwing punches as more agents were trying to take him into custody.

“Come on doll, let’s get out of here”. He pushes his way through the crowd, not letting go of your hand as you the two of you make your way out of the bar.

“Nick, is she okay?” someone asks and you look up and see someone in the dark before the man looks down at you and asks

“Are you alright ma’am?” and you nod. He then does something unexpected and reaches into his pocket and says as he hands you his business card

“Call me, for a proper date?” 

“Y/N” you say and he smiles as he repeats your name as he walks away.

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