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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 wouldnât 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.
âYou have a problem, (l/n)?â He asked. You hadnât responded. âDo you have a problem, (y/n)?â You continued to glare at him. âI asked you a question Marine, answer me.â
âNo.â You said coldly. His icy blue eyes staring right into yours. Two fiery glares being exchanged in silence.
â(Y/n) what exactly happened out there?â McGee asked.
âYeah⌠Iâm with McNosy on this oneâ Tony agreed.
âI said something he didnât like. I did something he didnât like.â you respond not looking up from your paperwork. They boys had receded back to their work, leaving you be⌠you obviously werenât 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.
âHere Jethro. Thatâs for youâ you say and grab your coat. âIâm taking my lunch breakâ 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.
âBossâŚâ DiNozzo began.
âShut it.â Gibbs stood up and followed you. âYou know (y/n) pretty stupid of you to tell your boss what you were gonna doâ he said following you.
âOh god Gibbs grow upâ you reply walking towards your car. âBoss, boyfriend, what are you? You canât play both roles at once you knowâ
You turned abruptly to face him.
âYes I canâ he replied. âYou crossed the lineâ
âOh, I crossed the line, baby? I crossed the line!?â You were now literally inches away from him. You could feel his body heat. âI wasnât the one that started bringing out personal affairs into it. I wasnât the one that decided itâd be a good idea to just, I donât know, casually tell someone that âyouâre always so belligerent (y/n) you donât listen, the only time youâve ever listened to me is in bed, and you barely do thatââ
Jethro couldnât 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.
âIm sorry I crossed the line (y/n) but you are not allowed to tell me how to do my job when Iâm on the field because at work, Iâm the boss.â He spoke. âYou donât listen. You donât immediately do as I tell you, quite frankly, you have gotten belligerent.â
âThen fuck it out of meâ you say through gritted teeth. âFuck the belligerency right out of meâ
âGet in the truck.â His eyes darkened. âNow. And (l/n) do not make me ask you againâ 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.
âFuckâ 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 wouldâve 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.
âFuck (y/n)â 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.
âGod, (y/n)â 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.
âWhat gorgeous?â He smirked. As he opened the door and stood up. Looking around as he fixed his pants and boxers, pulling them up.
âBest sex I think Iâve ever hadâ 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.
âI think can top itâ he shrugged.
âHm. Top me tonight after dinnerâ
âAre you telling me what to do (l/n)? While weâre at work?â He questioned.
âNo sirâ 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.
âReport to the house by 1900 hoursâ Gibbs ordered. You smirked as you stood in place.
âYes sirâ you saluted him.
âWhat marine?â
âYes sirâ
âWhat time are you to report to the house, marine?â
â1900 hoursâ
âAt ease soldierâ the two of you laughed as you locked hands. He kissed your temple. âYouâre my good girlâ he whispered in your ear as you got in the elevator. You smile.
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all it took
pairing: tony dinozzo x reader
summary: falling for your coworker was never something you planned on, but it happened nonetheless. so, you kept it top secret. this works fine until someone breaks into NCIS headquarters, and you and tony are put in harms way.
word count: 3k
warnings: hostage situation, guns, blood/injuries (nothing graphic), swearing
You sent a glare in Tonyâs direction after getting hit in the face with a piece of candy. âDinozzo!â You said, exasperatedly, trying to figure out why he had just thrown an M&M at your face.
âI called your name like five times. You didnât hear me.â He explained. You ran your hand through your hair. âThatâs cause Iâm working. Gibbs is down in interrogation, and he needs something he can use. I donât want to be the one to tell him I have nothingâ whatever. What do you need?â You asked him.
âI want to show you a trick.â He said, excitedly. You and Tony were really good friends, which meant you both had no trouble having fun around each other. Gibbs didnât always love this.
Tony tossed a piece of candy up in the air and attempted unsuccessfully to catch it in his mouth. You quickly put your hand over your mouth, suppressing a giggle. âDonât you even,â Tony warned, expecting the sarcastic comment that was on the tip of your tongue.
âI wasnât gonna say anything. I just figured a federal agent would have better hand-eye coordination.â You said, smirking at him. He knew he had just been challenged. âAlright, letâs see you do it.â He said, inviting you over to his desk.
You stood up from your chair and walked over to the side of Tonyâs desk. He tossed a piece of candy your way, which you caught in your mouth on the first try. The smile on Tonyâs face faded. âYou were clearly assisted by my excellent aim,â he said, defensively.
You giggled at his sad expression. âSo, whatâs my prize for beating you?â You asked, curiously. A smirk spread across Tonyâs face. âThat depends on what you want.â He quipped.
A flirty comment out of Tony wasnât anything knew to you. All of your coworkers knew you both were into each other, but hadnât admitted it yet.
You thought about it, and his comment gave you an idea about the suspect down in interrogation.
âI need to call Gibbs,â you said, grabbing the phone off his desk.
âIâm very happy for you, but I donât think Gibbs is going to care that you caught an M&M.â He said, not catching on yet. You flicked his arm.
âOw,â he exclaimed, scooting his chair back away from you.
âYour phoneâs not working,â you said, slamming it down. You raced over to your desk, grabbing your own phone. You heard the same static sound over your phone. âThe phones must be down.â You said, confused since the phones were never down.
Over your shoulder, Tony saw a man step out of the elevator with a large gun. His first instinct should have been to grab his own gun and order the man to surrender. That was his job after all.
But not with you standing in the middle.
He dived over to where you were standing, pulling you down to the ground with him. As you both fell to the floor, you heard a bunch of rapid gunshots go into the ceiling.
You felt a burning sensation on your upper arm. You swore under your breath, wincing in pain.
Tony felt his heart sink as he noticed the blood seeping through your shirt. âHang on, itâll be okay. One of the ricochets must have hit you. Just looks like a graze though,â he said, tugging off the button-up shirt he was wearing.
He was left in a white t-shirt, tying his other shirt tightly around your arm.
âI need to see Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.â The intruder announced to the squad room. There wasnât very many agents in the office today, but they were all now laying on the ground as instructed.
âKeep pressure on this,â Tony said, starting to stand up. You gripped onto his arm. He saw the fear in your eyes. Tony had never seen you scared before.
You werenât scared for yourself. You were scared Tony would play hero and get himself hurt.
âDonât,â you begged him. He could sense your desperation. âI wonât go anywhere,â he gave in. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to him.
You heard heavy footsteps behind you. The intruder was standing right in front of your desk, staring at you both sitting behind it.
âYou, up!â He ordered, staring at Tony. Tony slowly stood, holding his hands up. âIâm Gibbs. What do you need?â He asked, nonchalantly.
âYou want to try again, agent? Because I know youâre not Gibbs.â He threatened. Tony shrugged his shoulders. âIâm Special Agent Gibbs. Donât know what to tell you,â he lied.
You cursed Tony out in your head. He was amazing at his job, but always knew how to make you worry about him.
âHow about you tell me the truth?â The intruder said, shifting his gun to point it at you. Tony jumped in front of the intruder, keeping you safe. âHey hey hey, Iâm Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo. Donât hurt herâ the words rushed out of his mouth.
The intruder smirked, realizing he had found Tonyâs weak spot.
There was no bluffing when it came to you. Tony wouldnât do anything that risked your safety.
âThatâs better, Romeo. Now bring me to Gibbs.â The intruder demanded. Tony hesitated, looking over his shoulder at you. âSheâs hurt. Let me call our doctor up here. Then, Iâll do whatever you want,â Tony negotiated.
The intruder considered his proposition for a minute, then turned to you. âYou, come here.â He demanded. Following your training, you held your hands in the air and slowly walked towards him.
He pointed his gun at Tony and used his other hand to pat you down. You could see Tony tense up. âSo, what do you want with Gibbs?â You asked, trying to get inside his head.
âMy name is Jeremiah Parker. Agent Gibbs arrested my brother today, and Iâm here to get him back.â The intruder explained, referencing the suspect that was down in interrogation with Gibbs right now.
Jeremiah ran his hand down your legs, grabbing your gun and throwing it to the side. His hand went back up to your waist.
You felt yourself flinch as his hand lingered on your ass. Tony noticed immediately. âHey, get your hands off of her.â Tony snapped.
Jeremiah simply chuckled. âCalm down, Agent Dinozzo. Iâm only looking for these.â He said, grabbing your handcuffs off your belt.
âCuff his hands, sweetheart.â He told you. Tony gave you a soft smile, letting you know it was okay. You stepped towards Tony, grabbing both his hands and handcuffing them in front of him.
He grabbed one your hands and gave it a reassuring squeeze. âYouâre shaking. Itâll be okay, I promise,â he assured you.
Then, Jeremiah grabbed your shoulders forcefully and pulled you away from Tony. He pressed the tip of his gun against your side.
âCall your doctor, and put it on speaker.â He instructed Tony, who nodded his head and obliged.
The phone rang once or twice and then you heard Jimmyâs voice come through the speaker. âHello, this is Palmer,â he said, nonchalantly.
âHey, Jimmy. I need to speak with Dr. Mallard.â Tony said, silently praying Palmer would know he only ever referred to him as Ducky. Jimmy mumbled âone second,â and then there was some silence.
âHello, Tony?â Ducky asked. âHi, Dr. Mallard. I need you to bring your first aid kit up to the squad room please.â Tony said, calmly. Ducky was silent for a minute, trying to figure out what was wrong. âTony, whatâs going on?â Ducky asked, already knowing something was off.
âJust hurry,â Tony said, almost snapping. He was almost pleading with Ducky. If Jeremiah knew anything was going on, heâd probably kill you both.
âTony is everything okââ Ducky started to ask before Jeremiah quickly hung up the phone.
You felt your body tense as he slammed the phone down. âDonât worry, sweetheart. If your doctor does as heâs told, youâll be just fine.â Jeremiah assured you, running his thumb over you cheek.
âI only bring you to Gibbs if you leave her alone.â Tony threatened. Jeremiah didnât respond, he just chuckled to himself. âYouâre the one in handcuffs. I donât think youâre in a place to make demands.â Jeremiah told him.
The elevator door dinged. You all watched Ducky cautiously step out of the elevator, first aid kit in hand.
Jeremiah pressed his gun against your head. âOver here, doctor,â Jeremiah announced.
Ducky knew something was wrong just from the phone call. He wasnât shocked that there was an intruder, but seeing a gun pointed at your head made him realize how serious the situation was.
âDucky, Y/Nâs arm got grazed. I need you to stay here and help her. Me and our friend have to go talk to Gibbs.â Tony told him.
Jeremiah shoved you towards Ducky, who held his hands out and caught you from falling over. Tony also lunged to try to catch you, even though his hands were handcuffed together.
Ducky wrapped his arm around your shoulder, in a fatherly manner. âWell Gibbs is down in interrogation now.â He said, looking towards Tony. You knew from Duckyâs expression that Gibbs knew what was going on.
You didnât know why you were so nervous. You and Tony had worked in the field together for years, but he had never seen you this nervous. You didnât know why it felt different this time.
You both were in dangerous situations all the time, but this time you were terrified that Tony would get hurt. He had the same worries for you.
Tony noticed how you were nervously biting your lip.
âHey, itâll be alright. You know me,â Tony said, softly. He was trying to reassure you, but it wasnât working.
If you hadnât seen the small beads of sweat on his forehead, you probably wouldâve believed him.
But he was right. You did know him.
You knew he used humor instead of admitting he was scared.
You both had been hiding behind the âjust friendsâ label for years, but Tony had always cared for you more he had ever cared for just a friend. As he saw the look on your face and the tear rolling down your cheek, he had all the confirmation he needed that you felt the same way about him.
He sighed at the irony of the situation. Tony was very aware that this could be the last time he saw you.
You also were terrified. As soon as Tony was out of your sight, there was no saying what would happen to him.
âDucky, I need you to take care of herâ Tony said with the most serious tone youâve ever heard him use.
Jeremiah kicked Tony in the back of the leg, pushing him forward. âLetâs go,â he demanded.
As soon as Jeremiah turned away from you, you decided to copy one of Tonyâs favorite movies, the A-Team, which he had forced you to watch with him.
You had the key to your handcuffs concealed in your hand. You quickly slipped the key into your mouth. âTony wait,â you called out. Tony stopped in his tracks as you walked over to him.
You cupped his face and kissed him. Tony was shocked, but wasted no time kissing you back. He felt your tongue slip the key into his mouth. He smirked into the kiss, knowing that you remembered watching that movie together.
You reluctantly pulled out of the kiss. âBe safe,â you whispered. He nodded his head, âI promise.â
You felt Duckyâs hands on your arm, pulling you back towards him. You both watched as the two of them walked away towards the elevator.
âHeâll be alright, my dear,â Ducky reassured you. You turned around, leaning your head on Duckyâs shoulder as a few tears slipped onto your cheeks. âI really want to believe you, Duck.â You whispered.
âAnthony will do whatever it takes to come back to you because itâs you.â He told you.
As the elevator doors closed, Tony looked over his shoulder at Jeremiah. âIf you put another scratch on her body, I swear to god, I will kill you myself.â Tony threatened.
âIs Agent Dinozzo in love?â Jeremiah questioned. Tony remained silent. He had barely been able to admit those feelings to himself.
âI am a sucker for love. Itâs so sad that youâll never see her again.â Jeremiah quipped.
Then, the elevator screeched to a halt. Tony knew that somewhere Gibbs was responsible.
Meanwhile, Ducky was dragging you up to MTAC. You had told all the other agents in the squad room to go up there to stay safe, but you werenât planning on staying. You needed to go help Tony.
Ducky didnât like that idea.
âNow, just come on, my dear. I need to look at your arm. Anthony has this under control. You could walk into an ambush.â Ducky tried to convince you, blocking the door so you couldnât leave.
âDucky. I think I love him, and I would regret staying here for the rest of my life if he gets hurt.â You told him, honestly.
Ducky nodded, sympathizing with your situation. âThen, let me fix this first.â He said, fixing the way Tonyâs shirt was tied around your arm.
âThere you go, but be safe.â He told you, letting you leave. You sprinted down the stairs and grabbed your gun off your desk. You opted to take the stairs down to interrogation instead of the elevator.
Tony and Jeremiahâs elevator finally continued descending down to the interrogation floor.
Jeremiah stuck his gun to Tonyâs head, anticipating agents when the elevator doors opened.
The doors opened and revealed Gibbs standing with his gun pointed at Jeremiah. âPut your gun down, Agent Gibbs, or another one of your agents gets hurt.â Jeremiah demanded.
Ducky had told Gibbs about the weird phone call with Tony, but he didnât know about you getting hurt.
âWhat did you do?â Gibbs asked, cautiously.
âY/N got grazed by a bullet. Sheâs with Ducky now. Sheâs probably gonna need some stitches.â Tony informed him.
Tony promptly got elbowed by Jeremiah. âShut your mouth, Romeo. Or your girlfriend is going to get more than a graze.â Jeremiah snapped.
Tony didnât stop.
âBoss, drop your gun. You wonât need it to take him out.â Tony told Gibbs. Gibbs got the message and placed his gun on the ground.
Jeremiah had had enough. He threw a quick punch at Tonyâs face, successfully hitting him right in the nose.
Tonyâs plan worked.
He flinched, grabbing his nose with both his hands. He sneakily grabbed the key out of his mouth, but didnât unlock the handcuffs yet.
Jeremiah walked Gibbs and Tony down the hallway, towards the interrogation room. Tony unlocked the handcuffs when Gibbs gave him the signal.
He popped his hands out and turned around, quickly smacking the gun out of Jeremiahâs hands. Then, McGee jumped out from around the corner with his gun pointed at Jeremiah.
Gibbs grabbed Jeremiah and quickly handcuffed him.
âGo get her,â Gibbs told Tony, but he had already started running towards the stairs. McGee followed after Tony, not quite keeping up. This was the fastest Tony had ever ran. His mind was racing with thoughts of you.
Tony got to the squad room and found your desk empty. You and Ducky were nowhere to be seen. Tony called your name a few times, desperately looking around for you.
McGee arrived shortly after Tony. âShe couldâve brought everyone up to MTAC for safety.â McGee suggested. Tony sprinted up the stairs, slamming the door open as he ran inside.
He scanned the faces of all the agents standing in the room, not seeing you. Agents started to funnel out of the room, knowing it was safe now.
âOh, come on, come on, where are you?â His mind was racing with possibilities.
Tony found Ducky. âDucky. Where is she?â He asked, urgently.
âShe went off to find you, Anthony.â Ducky informed him.
âTony, Tony, down here,â Tony heard McGee screaming from outside.
Tony ran outside of MTAC and saw you standing down next to McGee in the squad room.
Once his eyes landed on you, he sprinted down the stairs, running as fast as his legs would take him.
He pulled you right into his arms, holding onto you tightly. âAre you okay? Please tell me youâre okayâ you whispered into his shirt. âIâm fine. Gibbs has him. Itâs all okayâ he ran his hand through your hair, comforting you.
âWhat about your arm?â Tony jumped back, thinking he was hurting you. âIâm fine, Tony. Duckyâs gonna stitch it up. It hurts like a bitch, but Iâm fine.â You assured him.
You looked at his face, wanting to double check that he was actually okay. âYour nose looks all red and swollen.â You said, noticing his injury.
âI had to get him to throw a punch at me, so I could get the key out of my mouth. I promise, itâs nothing. It takes more than that to hurt Anthony Dinozzo.â He told you. He pulled you back into his arms.
âI know this is part of the job, but I was so fucking worried about you.â You told him, squeezing onto him tightly.
He grabbed your chin and pulled your face up to connect your lips. He had one hand pressed against your cheek, and the other was on the back of your head. You rested your hands on his sides.
You werenât taking any part of this moment for granted. You memorized the way his shirt felt under your fingers and spearmint taste on his lips.
âOh, would you look at that? All it took to get you two together was a hostage situation.â Ducky said. You both pulled away and saw Ducky staring with Gibbs and McGee standing behind him.
âI canât believe you used the key trick from A-Team. You are so amazing.â Tony said, pressing a bunch of kisses to your cheek. Tony couldnât contain himself. After all, the girl he was crazy about used his favorite move from his favorite movie to save his life.
âI hate to steal her from you, Anthony, but she really needs those stitches.â Ducky interrupted.
âDonât worry. Iâll hold your hand the whole time.â Tony said, cheesily interlacing your fingers with his and walking over to your desk where Ducky had his first aid kit opened.
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The Night Shift
A/N: First NCIS fic! Decided to keep my OC's name instead of reader as I'm pretty attached to her.
If you're alone on V Day, here's some Gibbs. <3
Title: The Night Shift
Summary: What's worse than a sick Gibbs? A sick mini Gibbs.
Words: 2568
It was two am, and Emmie Gibbs was tired.
She wrinkled her nose as something tickled at it and sat up to reach for the packet of tissues sitting dutifully by the pillow.
It was two am, and Emmie Gibbs was sick and tired.
Tony, the shit-stirrer that he was, leaned precariously back in his swivel chair to stare at her. If it werenât for the squeak of the chair itself, she still would have noticed his sudden attention by the feeling of his eyes boring into her for perhaps the tenth time since theyâd set up camp in the NCIS building about five hours ago. He was relentless.
Emmie paused. Tissue wedged in her nose, sinuses burning, she looked up and stared at him. Tony rose an eyebrow. Emmie hardened her stare. Tony, because he was Tony, purposefully leaned further back so she could see the exact moment he dramatically cupped a hand to his stupid little mouth andâ
âGiiibbs!â
Emmieâs jaw tensed. Tony grinned in superfluous victory.
Another squeak, a more familiar one this time, and Gibbsâs swivel chair glided along the carpeted floor around the divider between the cubicles until he could see Emmie. She was still sitting up, looking quite the sight with a tissue halfway up her right nostril and her hair sticking at all angles. On any other day she would have responded to Tonyâs pure gall by glaring him straight into the ground. But today was not that day. Today was a bad day. Today, her week-long, just-about-bearable cold had decided to manifest into sinusitis, and sheâd woken with a face that felt as though tiny little men were mining for gold in her skull. Ducky had liked that metaphor.
Partly because she was absolutely awful at caring for herself when she was ill, and partlyâmostlyâbecause he knew he wouldnât have been able to concentrate on work if she was left to fend for herself at home, Gibbs had dragged Emmie into the office with him. Sheâd made her rounds all dayâcurled up on Abbyâs little couch at first, then bundled off to an empty room when Abby found working in silence too impossible. At lunchtime, a meeting had been scheduled in the room, and sheâd been forced to accompany Gibbs and Tony in the car to a naval base connected to the case they were working on, sniffling and groaning in the back seat like a Victorian child on her death bed.
And here she was now, at two a bloody m, lying on an ungodly amount of blankets, wrapped in Gibbsâs jacket and Tonyâs hoodie, on the floor, feeling like her body was readying to explode. Life couldnât get worse.
Unless you were acquainted with Tony DiNozzo. In which case, life could, and most certainly would, get worse.
Gibbs dipped his head and rose an eyebrow at Emmie. Emmie couldnât do much in her defence but sniff. Hard. A slight protest only she had the guts to attempt. It was when he pointed a finger at her and motioned with it for her to lie down again that Emmie tossed her arms up.
âDo you knowââ Another sniffââDo you even know how hard it is to lie down and feel your sinuses drain into your throat?â Her voice was so nasally she couldnât sound stern, even if she put every ounce of effort into it.
Tony, naturally, did not try hard to cover his amusement at that. He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, spinning from side to side absently in his chair with the tip of his tongue held between his smirking lips when Emmie turned narrowed eyes on him.
âI was getting a tissue, FYI,â she said to him and only him. âSo, you can stop being a kiss ass, Anthony.â
âEmmie.â Gibbs disappeared behind the divider again. âBack to sleep.â
Tony, meanwhile, gaped. âKiss ass who?â
Emmie ignored him and shuffled back down again. She shut her eyes and swallowed. Already the disgusting stuff had decided the place it wanted to be right now was her stomach, and was meandering slowly down her throat towards it.
âYou were being a bit of a kiss ass,â she heard Gibbs agree.
âOh, come on. You said you wanted her to sleep!â
âYeah, and I do.â
âBut youâre gonna call me a kiss ass when I tell you sheâs not sleeping? Kiss my ass.â
âWhat was that?â
âSorry, Boss.â
In all honesty, there was nothing more that Emmie wanted least right now than to sleep. True, she was exhausted, but the part of her brain not currently still enshrouded in said exhaustion wanted to be up and active again, helping Gibbs with the case like her internship allowed.
And yet, the man still believed she needed her head on a pillow.
The team had been working on a case all day, one she didnât know the specifics of. It wasnât exactly often that they stayed in the office well into the night to continue their current case, but it appeared Gibbs had a weird feeling about this one. From the snippets of conversation that sheâd picked up and actually retained in her decrepit brain, a potential witness was lying unconscious in a hospital bed somewhere, and Gibbs wanted to speak to him the moment he woke up, which, according to the doctors, could be at any time. That apparently required the entire team to stay behind which, considering the fact Emmie was currently holed up on the floor of Zivaâs empty cubicle, not everyone had complied with.
The moment Tony got out of his chair to help Gibbs with something and disappeared from her line of sight, Emmie eased herself into a sitting position once more. She reached for the tissues again, rubbing at her leaking nose with the sleeve of Gibbsâs jacket and not possessing the brain power to regret that decision. She blew into a tissue, paused to catch her breath, thenâ
âGibbs.â
Emmie deflated completely. Wow. The world truly hated her today.
She looked up to see McGee walking in with a bag of takeout. He barely glanced at her as he passed, choosing to instead spend that energy alerting Gibbs to the fact she was, again, not lying down.
Before either Tony or Gibbs could come into view once more, Emmie sighed, stuck two bits of tissue in both nostrils, and scooted backwards to sit against the wall.
âCanât breathe lying down,â she said before anyone could say a single word. âAnd Iâm tired of being tired. I donât want to sleep anymore. Leave me alone. Donât talk to me. Shush.â
Tonyâs head appeared around the corner, and he snorted again. Then the squeak of Gibbsâs chair as he got up. A rustling. A moment later he appeared with a takeout box in his hand, walking towards her. He lifted it so she could see, and she groaned, shaking her head. A corner of Gibbsâs mouth lifted but he wasnât about to back down on this fight. He never did.
He knelt in front of her, close enough to see the pallidness of her face and the slight sickly tremble of her small frame. Emmie visibly relaxed when he reached out a hand to press against her forehead, the coolness of his skin momentarily dowsing the heat of hers.
Gibbs checked the watch at his wrist. âAnother couple hours and you can dose up again.â
âThanks.â
âYep. âTill thenâŚâ He went to withdraw his hand, but Emmieâs own hand shot up and pinned his to her forehead.
âNo,â she said simply.
âNo to my hand leaving, or food?â
âNo.â
âYou gotta eat. You know the drill. Eat or sleep.â She grumbled something and Gibbs reached with his free hand to lift the lid on the box. The smell of warm chicken soup filled the space between them, and Emmie wrinkled her nose. âCome on, kiddo. Itâs only soup.â
âI feel too sick to eat.â
âSleep it is, then.â
âDadââ
âHey. The cure for alll Emmie-related illness is sleep. Always has been, always will be.â It was true. Gibbs knew his daughter better than she knew herself, after all. Everyone was different, but Emmieâs medicine was sleep until she could look him in the eye and confidently tell him she felt a bit better. If years of being a single parent had taught him anything, it was that.
With a bit of reluctance, he pulled his hand from her head and leant forward on his toes. âYou donât have to lie down to sleep,â he told her. âHereââ Emmie wasnât quite sure what he was doing with the pillows and blankets behind her, but when he sat back and she turned as much as her aching neck would allow, there was a nice little DIY upright-bed against the wall. Gibbs, seemingly proud of his work, was met with a look of absolute discontent on his daughterâs face.
He puffed his cheeks out and glanced at the soup. âAeroplane?â
âSeriously?â Emmie deadpanned.
He reached for the spoon, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. âWorked when you were a kid.â
âThereâre a few keywords in that sentence, Dad. Are you trying to give Tony more fuel to embarrass me?â
Gibbs glanced over his shoulder. Tony had returned to his desk, leaning dangerously back in his chair to gain the best vantage point. The man had absolutely zero shame.
Gibbs jerked his head. âCheck with the hospital about Lupin, would you, DiNozzo?â
Tony visibly deflated. Emmie sent him a smug look and he stuck his tongue out. Reluctantly, he wheeled back to his desk and picked up the phone. âDo this, DiNozzo, do that, DiNozzo,â he grumbled to himself. âOh, while youâre at it, why donât you polish my boots and write a thesis on my intellectual prowess, DiNozzo? Sure, Iâll get right on it, Boss!â He dialled the number and put the phone to his ear. âShould I get your laundry and your coffee too, Boss? Should I doâhi, there! Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS, calling for an update on a patient? Ryan Lupin. Yeah, Iâll hold. Thanks.â
âDad.â Such an exasperated voice could only belong to the resident invalid, and after only a secondâs hesitation, Tonyâslowlyâwheeled himself back, as far as the cord to the phone still held against his ear would allow. Emmie and Gibbs were still on the floor, the former looking most disgruntled at the spoon in the latterâs hand.
âIâm being serious,â she said then.
âSo am I,â Gibbs said, âvery serious. Iâm being very serious right now. Soup?â
Emmie rolled her eyes, but a smile was pulling at her lips all the same. She shook her head. âGo back to your desk, old man.â
Tonyâs brows shot up and he grinned. âOohoohoo!â He was close to rubbing his hands together in sheer glee. âYou gonna let her get away with that, Boss?â
âLupin, DiNozzo.â
âIâm on hold!â The fact that Gibbs made no sign that he was going to pick his daughter up on her insult, when Tony knew that if heâd been the one to call his boss elderly heâd be getting a bit more than a slap to the back of the head, hit a sore spot. âWait,â he said, looking hilariously appalled, âyouâre actually gonna let her get away with it?â
Gibbs, defeated in this part only, dropped the spoon back in the box and put it on the desk. âIâve been called worse,â he called back, âbelieve me.â
âGrandpa,â Emmie said.
âThank you, Em, thatâs very helpful.â
âNinnyhammer, pillock, douche canoe, old manââ
âYou already said that one.â Gibbs chuckled. âDouche canoe?â
Emmie shrugged. âDunderhead.â
âAlright.â
âUglyâŚnut.â
âJemima.â
McGee, whoâd since been silently working and eating at his desk, paused. Mouth open, forkful of noodles on its way, he turned confused eyes to the ground.
âHer nameâs Jemima?â
Tony rolled his eyes. âHow long you been here McGee?â
As soon as Emmie looked the slightest bit like she was about to resume her name-calling, Gibbs put his palm over her mouth. He rose a brow in warning. She blinked. Blinked again. Thenâ
âAw, come on!â Gibbsâs face contorted into one of absolute disgust as a rush of air and wet stuff flew at his hand. He withdrew it immediately, holding it away from him, while Emmie sniffed and nonchalantly used the jacket sleeve again.
âYou little crapbag.â It was the best he could come up with.
âWhat? You think I plan my sneezes?â
Tony, up until now quite enjoying the performance, rolled quickly back to the desk with the phone at his ear. âHi, yeah, Iâm still here.â
Gibbs stood and walked briskly to his desk so he could grab the stack of napkins the takeout had come with. âI donât doubt anything when it comes to you.â
âThank you.â Emmie rubbed at her red eyes with her hand and slumped against the back of the wall. Gibbs, coating his hands with sanitizer, watched with a knowing eye. He shook his hands and walked back around to Zivaâs cubicle, perching on the desk to look down at her.
âYouâre sick,â he said.
âI know. And?â
âAnd, sick people eat soup, and they sleep. Okay? They donât stay up at all hours of the nightânooo, no, no. Iâm talking now, kiddo. I know youâve been sleeping all day, I know you wanna get up and back to work, but thatâs not happening until your feverâs gone. No point in fighting that, and you know full well. Clear?â
Any other day. Any. Other. Day. The protests were practically clawing at her throat. But a sudden wave of nausea rushed over her and she backed down immediately. Still, the thought of lying down again was awful, and the tired eyes she turned on her dad somehow translated that.
Gibbs sighed. âWhatâs it gonna take, huh?â Emmie didnât need to think about her answer to that. She wasnât even sure her expression had changed at all when Gibbs shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. âNo,â he said, âcome on, now. I gotta work.â
This time, she did change her expression, putting it on in the way she knew worked best. Gibbs, naturally, relented.
âFine,â he said, motioning with his hands for her to move over. She did, though admittedly it was a bit of a pitiful move with her aching body. He breathed a short laugh but came to sit in the miniscule space sheâd made beside her anyway.
âThanks, douche canoe,â Emmie whispered.
Tony put the phone down. âStill knocked out, Boss,â he said, pushing his chair backwards. When he saw Gibbs on the floor, arm wrapped around his daughter, who had her head on his shoulder, he crossed his arms over his chest and positively pouted.
âHey, why do you get to sleep?â
Gibbs chuckled and shut his eyes. âWhen youâve got a sick kid, Iâll let you sleep on the office floor with her. Wake me before Lupin does, would you?â
âHow am IâBoss? Boss?â Tony threw his arms up in the air and shook his head, grabbing a notebook from his desk to doodle in. âKiss my ass.â
âHeard that.â
âI wanted you to.â
Well, one thing was for certain. Gibbs may have won this fight, but so had Emmie.
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Agents DiNozzo
[A/N #1 TLDR version: Got busy with an externship, got hospitalized for a cat bite, I missed u all v v much
A/N #2 for realsies: Would Tony and his wife be allowed to work together on a team? Probs not. Would Gibbs be crazy enough to voluntarily work with both of them? Even more probs not. But it makes my lil heart happy so here you go :)]
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x wife!agent!reader
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There are two things in your career that satisfy you to no end: 1) Getting justice for the victims whose case files come across your desk and 2) Working with your husband every day. The latter presents complications, of course- the occasional conflict of interest, quibbles over theories following you home from the office, an added level of anxiety during contentious takedowns- but it also allows you the distinct privilege of spoiling and, arguably more importantly, embarrassing the hell out of one Anthony DiNozzo, Junior, on a daily basis.
Your head lifts on its own volition, guided by your nose tuning in to the sweet smell of hazelnut creamer and woodsy cologne permeating the air of the NCIS bullpen. Your partner, both in and out of the field, has evidently returned from a midday coffee run looking as delicious as the pastries youâve spotted by the to-go cups on his desk. Checking to make sure your boss is still nestled securely in the Directorâs office, you cross over into Tonyâs space just as he lays his suit jacket across the back of his chair. Slipping your hands into the back pockets of his tight-fitting slacks, you canât help but serenade him with the ten-second clip of brain rot that plagued your social media for a ridiculous number of weeks. âCan I get to the yams?â you whisper-sing through a giggle, pinching his favorite cheeks of yours, maintaining your grip even as you attempt to dodge the hand nearing the back of your head. âSweet ya-am- ow!â Darting out of his reach, you drop into Tonyâs seat with a pout, arms crossed petulantly. âYou have hereby been demoted from Very Special Agent to just Special Agent for that.â
âYou-â Tony sneaks a glance at McGee and Ziva who are trying- and failing- to hide their smiles before crouching to meet you at eye level and lowering his voice to carry on, âYou are the reason we had to sit through that inappropriate conduct seminar for three hours last week.â He maintains an even tone, but you can see his lips twitching with amusement.
âIâm sorry everyone in this office is jealous I can touch your butt and they canât,â you huff with an eye roll.
âLiterally no one is jealous of you for that,â McGee calls from his desk across the aisle.
âWell, you guys are missing out,â you respond with an exaggerated sigh.
Shaking his head, Tony fixes you with as stern a look as he can muster. âSave it for later, Bee,â you intone in an imitation of your husbandâs voice, âI know.â
âYou would think,â he begins, offering you a hand to help you up and walking you back over to your desk by Zivaâs, âthat youâd have moved past the infatuation stage at this point in our relationship.â
âAnd you would think youâd have stopped calling me âProbieâ by now, Anthony.â
âI have! âBeeâ is different than âProbieâ. Itâs a nickname and itâs cute.â
âSays who?â you challenge, eyes narrowed.
âSays the-â
âIf you say âSenior Field Agent,â I swear to God, Tony, youâre sleeping on the-â
âDiNozzos!â Gibbsâ gruff voice puts an immediate stop to your squabble as he descends the steps two at a time. âZiva, McGee, all of you, front and center. Whaddya got? Besides too much time on your hands.â
âCoffee and a suspect,â you supply with a smile, turning on the plasma display as Tony presents Gibbs with a cardboard cup. âFor once, Agent DiNozzoâs go-to theory seems to hold water.â Raising an eyebrow at your husband, you playfully mock, âIt was the wife.â
Tim picks up the next leg of your shared insight. âCredit card history has the Lieutenant Commanderâs wife meeting with our hit man at a hotel in Anacostia two weeks before the murder, Boss.â
âWe also traced these calls from the burner found on our victimâs body,â Ziva indicates for Tim to highlight the outgoing calls on the phone logs before continuing, ââŚto his sister in law, Anna.â
The redheadâs photo pops up on the TV, and your husband lets out a low whistle that has your hand instantly connecting with the back of his head. âYou are my light, my sunshine, and the very air I breathe, my dear,â he speaks through a grimace, trying to gauge your reaction through his peripheral vision.
âGo pick our hitman up,â Gibbs instructs, cutting off your bickering before it can begin by dangling the sedanâs keys on his index finger in front of you.
You snatch them up, sharing a catlike grin with Ziva. âMy pleasure, Boss. I might be needing his services soon, anyway.â
âUh uh,â your boss calls as the two of you start collecting your things. âTake Tony.â
Your husband flashes you a sheepish smile while you grumble at him over the lip of your coffee cup. âLetâs go, Dick-Nozzo.â
âItâs your last name, too,â he points out astutely, holding out his hand for the keys.
âShut up. Iâm driving.â
As the elevator begins its descent, Tony slips two fingers under your chin and turns your face towards him, concern muting the typical sparkle in his olive green eyes. âAre you really upset with me, babe?â
You count the seconds ticking away in your head, relishing in the way he squirms under your stern gaze, before relenting at second fourteen. âNo, you big dummy,â you say with a nudge to his side. âSheâs hot.â
Tony lifts your hand to his mouth and presses his lips against your wedding band before asserting, âYouâre hotter.â
Curling your free hand around his tie, you tug him closer and land a sound kiss on his lips. The elevator dings to indicate youâve reached the parking garage, and you reluctantly release your husband from your grip with a satisfied smile and a murmured, âIâve taught you so well.â
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Hi. Iâve been reading your work and itâs been sooo funny. Itâs my first time asking for fic. Could you write a fic where Gibbs and reader is in the secret relationship in the bullpen. And one day theyâre having breakfast or lunch or anything and theyâre cute, sweet, and so in love each other and then being caught on the scene by someone in the bullpen.
Thank you so much for good works!
Hello anon, thank you for the request and your kind words, it means so much to me â¤ď¸ I hope this is what you were looking for!
Busted ~ Jethro Gibbs
It's not easy to give a relationship secret, but it's even worse when it happens in the workplace, and the people you're the closest with are all trained investigators. However, you and Gibbs have been doing a great job at hiding it. It's a lot thanks to him, to be honest; the man has one hell of a self control and when he puts his mind into something, he never fails.
Most of the times you were almost caught was because you couldn't keep your hands off of the man you love. A stolen kiss here, a lingering hand there. The closest to being busted happened when a lawyer was clearly hitting on Gibbs, and your jealousy went over the roof. You trust Gibbs more than anyone, you know he'd never do something like that, but seeing this woman being too comfortable with your man, touching his arm, and giving him flirty looks, that was hard to handle.
However, it led to the first time Gibbs allowed himself to let go in the office. Noticing how jealous you were getting, he got you to follow him to autopsy, taking the elevator and shutting it down. He immediately grabbed you and kissed you intensely. Then he looked deep into your eyes, silently asking if you got the message. You smiled and nodded. Gibbs was a man of a few words after all.
Weekends off were a very rare thing for the team, so when the boss said 'see you on Monday' by Friday night, it was a race to the parking lot. Obviously, a few minutes after you got home, Gibbs let himself in and you immediately jumped into his arms. "An entire weekend, just you and me?"
"Why else would I let everyone go this early?" He kissed you.
After spending the Friday night at your place, ordering takeouts and simply relaxing together, you went to his place on Saturday. Gibbs feels more comfortable there, and he likes to work on his boat while you're reading a book in the armchair he specifically brought into the basement for you.
But Gibbs wanted to spoil you. He knows he's not the most outgoing and adventurous man, and there's this tiny voice in his mind that keeps telling him you're gonna get bored of him and the relationship. So, he used all of his computer skills to search for the best and fanciest restaurants in Washington. He wished he could've asked McGee for this, but how would he explain it? 'I want to take my girlfriend on a fancy date, and spoil her the way she deserves, cause I'm afraid she'll get bored and leave me. Also, my girlfriend is someone you love like your own sister.'
It was a nightmare to do this research, but Gibbs was satisfied with himself when he found the perfect place to take you.
"Your burgundy dress is still here, right?" He asked, joining you after he took a random shower.
"I think so, why?"
He kissed your forehead. "Go get ready, we're going out."
"You're kidding? Where are we going?"
"Surprise."
You excitedly got up from the couch. "Okay, but I need to take a shower too!"
He looked at his watch. "You got an hour, good enough?"
"Yes sir!" You quickly pecked his lips and rushed upstairs.
You don't remember the last time you got into a fancy restaurant like this, you kinda felt out of place. But it was amazing to see Gibbs being this romantic with you, holding doors, pulling out the chair, he even ordered your first alcohol drink, for the both of you instead of going with a beer or bourbon. "You're spoiling me," you shyly smiled. "And you look extra handsome tonight. I still love the polo shirts and hoodies though."
"You deserve to be spoiled." He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. "Had to clean up nice so people don't wonder why the hell you're doing with me, more than they already do, at least."
It was amazing. The food was exquisite, the conversation flew smoothly between you, and Gibbs kept complimenting you, and not just physically. He hinted several times how lucky he felt that you were with him, loving him and standing by his side no matter what. "Jethro," you looked at your joint hands on the table before getting lost in his wonderful blue eyes. "You don't have to do this to make me happy. I'm happy as long as I'm with you."
He stayed silent for a moment, processing what you were saying and looking for the right answer. When he opened his mouth to answer, a voice came out from behind you. "Boss! Wow, fancy seeing you here!" Tony DiNozzo. Great. You couldn't get out of this, could you? "Who's your da--" he reached the table, and finally laid eyes on you.
"Hi Anthony," you teased. "Didn't recognize me from behind? That's offensive from you."
Tony kept looking between you and Gibbs, mouth open. "I think he's having a stroke." You joked to Gibbs, who softly chuckled. He had accepted that the cat was out of the bag.
"DiNozzo, you gonna keep standing here or let us go back to our date?" Gibbs asked.
"I, um, wow. I got some many questions." Gibbs gave him his famous, which got Tony to solely look at you. "I got many questions." He said, lower.
"I can still hear you, DiNozzo, and most importantly, I can still see you."
You nodded to Tony with a smile, silently telling that you'll indulge his curiosity.
"Well," you laughed after Tony was finally gone. "I guess we're no longer in a secret relationship."
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Tony DiNozzo x reader - stay with you
I was wondering if you could please write something about NCIS. Perhaps Tony helps you..his girlfriend or what he hopes could be a potential girlfriend... fall asleep as he found out the reader has been having bad insomnia for the past 4 nights and maybe at most you've gotten 3 hours of sleep a night since Friday night but now it's Monday night and enough is enough - @happygirl-0408 đ
Tony had a huge flirt, everybody knew that, and so did you because he spent most of his time flirting with you.
Which meant he also spent a lot of time admiring you, and being near you.
So when he noticed a huge dip in your energy, how snappy you were and how drained you seemed to be he immediately became worried.
Sitting across from you, he watched as you patted around your desk, seemingly lost in your own world or unable to focus on what you were doing.
You finally grabbed your up and picked it up, bringing it to your mouth before you stopped a looked in it with a sigh.
âWant a coffee?â You asked.
âNo, Iâm good thanks.â
Tony watched as you slowly stood, bumping into your desk.
âAlright thats it.â
Walking over, he took your cup and set it down, easing you back into your seat.
âWhatâs going on with you?â He asked.
âHuh? Nothing.â
Tony frowned.
âThat is the fifth coffee youâve had in the past hour, youâre hardly paying attention and you just walked into your desk.â
âSometimes people walk into things DiNozzo..â you grumbled.
âI have known you for nearly five years and you have never, ever, walked into that desk.â
You glanced at him before immediately looking away, and he caught the redness of your eyes.
It clicked pretty quickly after that.
âWhen was the last time you slept?â
You shrugged a little.
âNot long ago.â
âWhen?â
You let out a heavy sigh.
âI donât know three⌠four days maybeâŚâ
âJesus Christ, why? Why havenât you slept? Why did you come in?â
âCause I got bored of sitting in bed trying to sleep.â You snapped.
He looked at his watch before grabbing your bag and jacket, turning your computer screen off.
âItâs that time anyway, come on.â
âWhere?â
Tony held your jacket out for you.
âJust come on, did you drive here? Please tell me for the love of everything you didnât.â
âIâm not that stupid, I got a cab.â
He nodded, helping you into your jacket before walking you to the elevator, swinging his keys from his finger.
Despite you asking again and again he refused to tell you what he was planning, and you were just to tired to push it any further.
He helped you into his car, and drove you to your apartment, helping you inside.
âRight, go change.â
He walked away and you padded to the bedroom, throwing yourself in the bed again.
You could hear the bath running, and soon Tony came through and looked at you.
âIf you choose what to sleep in Iâm choosing for you.â
You grumbled a little, burying your face into the pillow.
âI warned you.â
Tony wasnât actually going to rummage through your draws, but he knew you liked to hang up your hoodies and sweatpants in the wardrobe, so thatâs where he went.
âIâm not getting anything else, here.â
He dropped them on you and left the room, letting you gather the rest of your clothes and you padded into the bathroom.
He had run you a hot bath, and filled it with bubbles.
âHave a bath, Iâll figure something out for dinner, then weâll watch some of those horrible films you love so much.â
You laughed weakly, and nodded, closing the door as he left the bathroom and you happily climbed into the hot water.
It eased some of the tension in your muscles, and it was relaxing, but still not enough to sleep.
But true to his word Tony made you a light dinner, then he covered you in a blanket and got you to lay down.
He sat in front of you on the floor, silently, hoping you would sleep but you wouldnât.
With a sigh, he got up, lifted your head and sat down, putting a pillow on his lap then resting your head on it, gently messaging your head.
âYou need to sleep..â he whispered.
âDonât leave..â you mumbled.
Tony smile a little.
âI wonât I promise, just try sleep.â
You nodded and closed your eyes.
Tony didnât know if you were going to sleep, but he would sleep on your couch until he was sure you had slept enough
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Peaches and Cowboy
gibbs x reader
This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15
Peaches. (Y/N) only had to thank one Leroy Jethro Gibbs for that nickname. He insists itâs because sheâs so sweet and kind. But, sheâs pretty sure itâs because of her perfume. He calls her that only when theyâre alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation.Â
Her head was down on her desk, with paperwork covering every inch of her desk. Gibbs was growing concerned, because she was looking paler by the hour. Once Tony headed to interrogation, Ziva was checking out a lead, and Tim was getting an update from Abby, he made his way over to her desk. Thatâs when he smelled her perfume, peach with just a dash of vanilla. âHey, peaches, you feelinâ okay?â Her head instantly rose from her desk, and she sleepily responded, âYeah, just a headache the size of Texas. Iâll be alright. Just need to drink more water.â He was still concerned, but ultimately said, âOkay, let me know if you need anything.â âWill do, hun.â
The day went by and by the end of it, she was very excited to go home, make some soup, and crawl into a warm bed. Gibbs had the same idea, but because he was still concerned, he offered to drive her home. She was hesitant at first, saying she didnât want to be a bother. But he insisted. And she damn near fell asleep during the ride home. She was so out of it, she didnât even notice that it wasnât her house. It was Gibbsâ house. Fair enough, they only live a street away from each other. She only noticed something was different when the front table was in a different spot than it was in her house. He led her to the couch, and told her to make herself comfortable. As she did, he disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared a few moments later with two bowls of soup, water for her, and a beer for him. She felt a little bad that her friend was taking care of her, but ultimately felt so grateful that he cared enough about her to do so.Â
They ate in comfortable silence, and after finishing her soup, she started feeling incredibly exhausted. To no shock, he noticed that she was starting to fade. He took the dishes back into the kitchen, and when he returned to the living room, found her half asleep, curled up on the sofa. He gently pushed her hair away from her face, and gently laid a blanket on top of her. He whispered, âGoodnight, peaches.â She responded with a half-hearted mumble that sounded similar to, âGoodnight Jethro.â And with that, she fell into a very blissful sleep, where she dreamt of a very familiar silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man.Â
Cowboy. Gibbs only had (Y/N) to thank for that nickname. She calls him that only when theyâre alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation. It was a slow day, the team didnât have a case, so they took the day to catch up on paperwork. Sometime in the afternoon, they all took a break (minus one silver-haired boss), and took turns guessing what their favorite movie genres were. Lastly, it was (Y/N)âs turn. She correctly guessed that Ziva hasnât watched a lot of movies, Timâs favorite is action-fantasy, and that Tonyâs was classic films. But Gibbs, she had a hard time figuring his out. But ultimately, she correctly guessed he likes westerns. Specifically, black and white westerns. âYeah I see it, cowboy. It fits.â And with that, thatâs how he became âcowboyâ. Just with an afternoon distraction from the mind-numbing paperwork they had all been busy with all day. The rest of the day went by in a blur. They all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways for the night. Sometime in the evening, (Y/N) found herself in Gibbsâ basement, drinking bourbon out of an old glass, talking with not her boss, but her friend.Â
âWhyâd ya guess I like westerns?â âBecause, you have this air of authority about you, your house is bare besides furniture, you have an old TV, and you build boats in your basement. Plus, at night, you smell like bourbon.â âWow.â âYeah⌠itâs one of my favorite things about you.â âWhat is?â âEverything. Itâs just so you.â He leaned over and wrapped her in a hug. She swiftly accepted his hug, and held him tight. They spent the rest of the night laughing and talking about anything and everything. Not a lot of people know, but Gibbs can be very talkative with the right person. He also smiles his beautiful, soft smile quite a lot. But only when heâs with her. Only when heâs with his âpeachesâ. And when sheâs with her âcowboyâ, the sun will never be able to outshine her smile.
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âHonestly?â
âYes!â
âYou want my honest opinion?â
âThatâs what I ask for.â
âFine! Honestly, I think thatâs a stupid plan.â
Tears in Y/n âs eyes âWhy would you say that?â her voice breaking as she sat down crying.
âOh Iâm so sorry I didnât mean it like thatâ Tony tried to comfort her by rubbing her back âYou said you wanted my honest opinion.â
Wiping her eyes âYou know what I meant when I said that. Youâre not supposed to say the truth.â
He took a deep breath âOk, Y/n your plan is brilliant and itâs going to work.â He looked like he was in pain saying that.
âYou really think so?â Y/n sniffed a little.
âYes, and itâs going to work because your plans always work and you think of them so thoroughly.â Yeah, he was in real pain saying that because none of was real.
After wiping the tears from your face, you looked at him and smiled.
âThanks Tony you really proved to me that âgirlâs tearsâ works in literally everything.â
You smirked at his horrid face and get up from her chair as soon as Gibbs walked in asking âwhatâs newâ.
âI got a brilliant plan boss DiNozzo thinks so too.â You stood next to Gibbs.
If looks could kill, then you will stabbed to death by the way Tony was looking at you at that moment before Gibbs turned to face him. He changed his expression to a smile.
âYou know her plans boss always good.â He was so not convinced.
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đŠáĽŤáĄđŞ NCIS + SVU masterlistÂ
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requests are open here !
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Friendly Lies
A/N: This is my first post/story, Iâve written before on Wattpad but never committed to writing but I feel like this is something I can actually commit too. Let me know any NCIS requests and Iâm hoping to open up my writing to other fandoms soon too. This is definitely a testament to my ability to yap. Apologies for any mistakes :)
Also, I know the timelines probably donât match up in terms of Gibbs knowing Tobias etc and Tobias having another daughter, or maybe they do, I donât know but I thought it was a fun idea so belief will just have to be suspended. ;)
NCIS y/n fanfic, slight y/n x tony dinozzo, tony dinozzo x reader
Word count: 1969
Summary: Fornellâs daughter, Gibbs' Goddaughter, is an FBI agent working a case with her father and Godfather and decides to help get her dad to leave McGee alone after he found him asleep on the sofa with his ex-wife (I loved that episode so much) at Tonyâs expense.
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Youâd only known Tim, Tony and Ziva for a few weeks but already you knew youâd be great friends. After only knowing them for 5 minutes the day you ended up sharing a case with both your father and godfather, you were making plans to hang out with them. Your godfather, or your Uncle Gibbs as you preferred to call him, was of course more than happy to see you and be working with you, although the protective dad act from the NCIS and FBI agents had driven you slightly insane. Although you loved the rare times when you and your father shared an FBI case, that time had made you nearly want to quit, which had driven you straight to Gibbsâ team, who were more than welcoming and friendly to you.
Now, you sat on Zivaâs desk, chatting to her and McGee while your father and godfather interrogated a suspect and Tony watched.
âAnd thatâs why your dad hates meâ, concluded McGee after explaining to you what he described as the âincidentâ between your dad and his ex-wife Diane. Â Both you and Ziva had been laughing the entire time he told the story.
âIâm sure he doesnât hate you, Timâ, you smiled at him âheâs only mentioned it a few times.â
âA few?â Tim asked in horror, causing Ziva to snort in laughter. This topic had taken up a good 20 minutes and it had clearly been playing on his mind for a long time before that.
âLook if you want me to talk to him I canâ you offered, trying to ease Timâs obvious panic, but your offer only seemed to send McGee into a further state of pure anxiety.
âNo, absolutely not, that would only add to it.â He spoke moving his chair slightly as it was currently situated next to Zivaâs desk where you were congregated. As Tim moved you gaze shifted to DiNozzoâs desk and an idea popped into your head.
âMcGee, Iâm sure y/nâs right, Fornell canât be holding on to a grudge for that long.â
âHe brings it up every time we see him!â Tim insisted.
âHang onâ you quickly said jumping up from Zivaâs desk and captivating both agentâs attention, âI think I know how to get my dad to forget about you and Diane.â
âFirst of all there was no me and Dianeâ Tim quickly insisted, causing the pair of female agents to roll their eyes as they failed to hold in their laughs âBut whatâs the idea because I will do anything to make him stop bringing it up?â. Both agentsâ gazes were fixed on you as you moved from Zivaâs desk to sit on Tonys.
âOh you wouldnât have to do anything McGee, it would be all meâ, you smirked as the two agents watched eagerly, âthis isnât entirely selfless though, remember when Tony told Gibbs and my dad that Iâd been sleeping with an NCIS agent to try and piss them off? And it took me weeks to convince them he was just trying to mess with me and them?â, the two NCIS agents nodded, smirks growing on their faces as they pieced together what you were planning to do, âwell I think itâs time I get Tony back for that, donât you?â.
Just as you said this your father and Gibbs reappeared into the room and as they did, you got up from Tonyâs desk and made a beeline for them, meeting them just in front of Gibbsâ desk.
âDad, Uncle Gibbs I need to talk to youâ you said, grabbing their attention in the most serious and anxious voice you could muster, grabbing one of their hands in each of yours, âI know this is really important and I want to be honest with you bothâ you took a deep breath to highlight your nervousness. At this point you had captured your fatherâs and Godfatherâs attention, squeezing their hands as you raised your eyes to meet theirs you finally said, âIâm pregnant.â
Now Ziva and Tim were clearly shocked and impressed by your lies, hiding their laughter surprisingly well and instead adorning looks of shock and intrigue. Your father and godfather on the other hand, with hands still held by yours, were looking at you with such pure shock your father had turned slightly white. Before they could even utter a word, you quickly continued, âand its Tonyâsâ.
At this revelation, McGee and Ziva quickly turned so that Gibbs and Fornell couldnât see the laughter that was daring to burst out. The silence was quickly broken by a synchronised âWHAT?â from the two men who held your hands. Their gazes had turned harsher, but you knew that if you wanted this to have the best effect you had to really milk it.
âI know we havenât known each other longâ you stated looking them both in the eyes, but were quickly interrupted by your father half shouting, âHow did this happen?â, quickly followed by Gibbsâ âIâm sorry what?!â
Before you could think of an answer though everyoneâs attention was diverted in the sound of a voice, Tonyâs voice, âhey boss. Fornell. Â You look like youâve seen a ghost, what did y/n do? Tell you sheâs pregnant? I told you she was sleeping with an NCIS agent.â, as he Tony laughed at his own joke, Tony sauntered towards his desk, but only for a second before Fornell was on him, pinning him to the wall. Tonyâs face quickly shifted to panic and confusion, his eyes scanning the room.
âYou got my daughter pregnant!â, Fornell shouted.
âWhat? Noâ DiNozzo squeaked out as Gibbs removed Fornell from him, freeing him from the wall. You quickly shifted your eyes to where Tim and Ziva were still at Zivaâs desk, attempting to contain their laughter. You knew you didnât have long before the two of them blew the prank, but you also knew that the damage would be done soon enough and you would have got Tony back and your dad would definitely forget about finding McGee and Diane on the sofa asleep together.
Suddenly Tony rushed over to you seeking some sort of explanation or help but before he could squeak out another word, you grabbed his arm hugging it slightly and turning the pair of you to face Gibbs and Tobias.
âMe and Tony are in love, dad, you canât stop our loveâ but as you got to the end of your sentence McGee and Ziva had burst into full belly laughter, causing you too to crack and lean on Tony as you couldnât stop laughing. As the three of you continued to laugh, Gibbs only rolled his eyes at your antics, shaking his head slightly and letting out a slight chuckle. He knew that DiNozzo had told Tobias that you were sleeping with someone at the agency to piss him off and he also knew that your dad had practically become a helicopter parent for a week after he had done so.
As Gibbs moved back towards his desk, you patted tony on the chest before calming yourself enough to say, âyou should have seen your faceâ. Quickly, McGee walked behind you both to return to his desk, slapping Tony on the back as he continued to laugh at Tonyâs expense. He stopped by your side quickly whispering to you how he was now free from any comments about Diane. Your gaze then shifted to your father who still stood in front of you both, surprisingly quite but glaring at you both.
âGotta keep you young dad.â You smiled at him, kissing his check and moving back to Zivaâs desk, the pair of you still giggling and smiling. Your dad however, kept his gaze on Tony, glowering at him, as Tony seemed to continue to shrink under his glare, still looking stunned and scared. Finally his gaze shifted as Gibbs called him telling him to go down to autopsy to see Abby with him.
At first he didnât move, continuing to stare, before finally moving when he heard his name shouted by Gibbs. âI still donât trust you DiNozzo.â Tobias said, finally moving towards Gibbsâ desk, his gaze remaining on Tony until they were out of site.
At this point you, McGee and Ziva all began to laugh again with the same force you did when your dad had pinned Tony to the wall.
âI did not think you would take it that farâ commented Ziva, âI admire your commitmentâ. You smiled at her amongst the laughter but couldnât respond as tony too moved towards Zivaâs desk, where McGee had now joined you and began to stare at you all.
âNot funny guys, I thought I was going to die!â, Tonyâs statement only caused more laughter though, as his hand reached his neck, fiddling with his shirt collar even though your father had only grabbed his shoulders. Finally you spoke through the laughter, âI told you I was going to get you back Tony and McGee needed by dad to lay off him about the whole thing with my ex stepmother, so really I was just helping a friendâ you smiled a sickly sweet smile at him before the phone at his desk began to ring causing Tony to quickly scurry over to his desk, grabbing the phone before answering.
âYes boss?â he questioned into the phone, as you high fived Tim and Ziva, âright away bossâ, followed by him quickly grabbing his things after he put down the phone. âGibbs says Abbyâs matched the ballistics from the gun, wants me and Y/N to bring in the suspect.â He stated as he continued to gather his stuff. As you listened, you quickly grabbed your bag that was sat next to Gibbsâ desk, but before you could leave Gibbs and your father returned, arguing as they walked.
âIâll go with DiNozzo Gibbsâ your dad argued, his gaze landing on Tony, at which point Tony swallowed.
âNo youâre notâ, Gibbs deadpanned.
âThen, Iâll go with them bothâ he stated as he moved towards the pair now standing together with their bags, but not before Gibbs grabbed his shoulder directing him towards the directorâs office and repeating âNo youâre notâ.
As you and Tony turned and began to walk towards the elevator, he quickly began to argue with you. âYou know your dad is going to kill me, right?â he questioned as you pressed the elevator button, your gaze shifting to him.
âNo he wonâtâ you dismissed, âbut he wonât trust you for a while, just like how heâs been hovering over me for weeks after you told him I was secretly sleeping with someone at your office, or like how he constantly brings up that time he found Diane and McGee together asleep. I guess itâs just time for you to get a taste of what weâve been putting up with for years now.â You smirked as the elevator reached your floor and you stepped inside, turning slightly as you watched Tonyâs face change from looking like he was about to argue, to just giving up.
âYou knowâ, he turned to look at you, smirking, fully grasping your attention, âif you were to sleep with anyone in this office, Iâd be the perfect guy. Youâve already told your dad and although heâll keep glaring at me and probably wanting to kill me, heâd never suspect that we were actually sleeping together.â He said, waggling his eyebrows at you as you chuckled, and he reciprocated your laughter.
As the elevator doors, reopened on the ground floor, you turned away from Tony, shaking your head slightly and rolling your eyes , before simply stating, âIn your dreams DiNozzoâ before walking out of the elevator, not missing Tonyâs whispered reply, âoh you betâ, before he followed you out to find your suspect.
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why are some of the hottest tv men always the biggest criminals đ§ââď¸
like how am i supposed to hate you when youâre ripped, tall, dangerous, blue-eyed with a leather jacket?
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may i request sugar daddy!gibbs? <3
Money, Money, Money (Sugar Daddy! Gibbs x Reader)
Late night, black coffee, handsome man, all alone. Third time this week, 5th week in a row youâve seen him. You flirted often fishing for bigger tips, trying to pay bills you couldnât even afford to have. You lived on your own. 18 years old, last 2 months of high school, and barely a plan and money to plan life with.
âSee youâre here again!â You say happily topping him off.
âHey! Rough weekâ he sighed, eyeing you gently.
âYou work at⌠donât tell meâ you say trying to remember. âNCIS!â You exclaim.
âGood memoryâ he smiles. âHow are you (y/n)?â He asks.
âAh Iâm alright. Just trying to get off work as soon as possible, you knowâ you shrug. âLater it gets the scarier it is outside.â
âWell, what time do you get off?â Gibbs asks.
â12â you sigh, looking towards the clock. Only 9:45. âGot about 2 hours leftâ
âYeah, remember the goal kid.â Gibbs smiled. âSay, what college do you plan on attending? I remember you saying you were a senior and itâs almost the end of the year.â
âOh, college.â You say quietly. âI canât afford it, so I wonât be going. Maybe in the futureâ his phone began ringing. He clicked it silent before turning to you,
âAh I see⌠well (y/n) have a good night. Iâve gotta get back to workâ he stands.
âSee ya around, Jetâ you saluted him.
âJetâŚâ he said thoughtfully. âI like that!!â
Time skip~
The clock hit 12 and your shift was over. You walked out to see a familiar face leaning against a car. You smiled as he approached you.
âHey Jet! Whatâre you still doin out?â
âDriving you homeâ he shakes his keys. âScary out hereâ you can see a smirk.
âComing from a guy whoâs packingâ you roll your eyes as you approach the car. You were gonna let yourself get a ride with a man who had a gun⌠a lot safer than walking an hour without a gun. That was how you justified getting into that car.
âOh shut upâ he opened the door and you got in.
When you arrived at your shitty apartment that you could barely afford you saw Gibbs eyes search the perimeter.
âIâll walk you in⌠I donât like the looks of that guy on the cornerâ he motions with his head.
âItâs really alright. Thank you for the ride!â You say opening your door. Jethro reached across and shut it before you could step out. Silently he got out and walked around the car. Opening it.
âLetâs goâ he grinned sweetly. You caved and bring him up. His eyes fell on your small apartment. Clean, organized, your life could fit in a box. He made notes of things to buy you.
âWell since youâre up hereâ you say as you take off your coat. âCoffee? Tea? Might actually have a bottle of soda in the fridgeâŚâ you trail as you thought about it.
âCoffeeâs great, yeahâ he accepts. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night before he left. Your insecurity of what you could afford present in the back of your mind.
A few days later~
You woke up to a knock on your front door. You opened it to see a delivery guy at your door.
âDelivery for aâŚâ he looked at his clipboard. â(Y/n)(l/n)â
âYeah, yeah thatâs meâ you say. âWhat is this?â The man shrugged.
âA car? If you didnât order it, not my problem. I canât take it back.â He said as you signed the paper. He handed you the keys. âBeautiful car by the wayâ he walked away. You closed the door behind you, walking downstairs. Outside you eagerly clicked the key, looking around for the car, your eyes finally settling on the black dodge challenger sitting in a parking spot a few meters down.
âOh my godâ you say nearly in tears. You ran back upstairs and hurriedly got dressed for work, hoping to see Jethro there. And sure enough when you pulled up in your new car, there was Jethro, leaning on his car again.
âYou fucking bastardâ you run and hug him, you cry happily into his shoulder. He laughed as you did so.
âWait wait, I get you a car and you call me Bastard!!!â He exclaimed. âI got something else for youâŚâ he digs his hand into his pocket, another key coming out on his finger.
âJethroâŚâ you say looking at it as a bright green address tag danced in your eyes.
âCoffee first. Key laterâ you nodded as you lead him inside.
Time skip~
You ended your shift early to go with Jethro. You blindly tailed him into a nicer apartment complex in a better part of Quatico. Your heart began to flutter as you parked.
You walked into a nice apartment on the 3rd floor. Beautiful black granite kitchen tops, newly installed appliances.
âSoâŚâ he says. âWhat furniture were you thinking you wanted for your new apartment?â He says handing you magazines.
âHoly shit.â You whisper. âThis is mine?â He nodded. âThis place is mine?â You gasp.
âAll paid off. So is the car. And so is your degree.â
âDegree?â You ask. âNo you didnâtâ
âYes. I didâ he smiled.
âShut upâ you tear up as he passes you a folder. The big words âWELCOME TO VIRGINIA TECHâ inscribed. âHow did you-â
âPulled some strings⌠I think your 1560 SAT score and perfect GPA helped a lotâŚâ he said.
âOh my godâ you cry out jumping into his arms. âI will pay it all backâ you say.
âNope. No need. Just keep being a good girl and I will give you the worldâ he says.
âThank you so much!!â
âOf course! You deserve itâ he winked. âNow pick out some furniture. Itâs your reward for getting into Virginia Techâ you kisses your cheek.
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favoritism
pairing: tony dinozzo x reader
summary: mcgee notices that tony is nicer to you than he is to anyone else on the team, so he calls him out on it. then, tony has to swoop in to protect you from your aggressive boyfriend.
word count: 2.2k
You, Tony, and McGee had just made it back to the office after visiting a crime scene. McGee was mad at Tony because he let you sit in the front seat.
âMcGee donât look so sad. Youâll get frown lines.â Tony said, looking over at McGee pouting. He just glared at Tony. âMcGee, I wouldâve given you the seat if I knew you cared this much.â You told him, honestly.
âThank you, but Iâm not mad at you. Iâm mad at Tony.â He said, giving you a smile and then glaring at Tony.
You giggled to yourself at their childish nature. Tony and McGee were always feuding over something. âYou are the probie. Y/N has seniority, therefore, she gets shotgun.â Tony explained.
McGee just rolled his eyes. You walked over to McGeeâs desk and hugged him from behind. He rested his hand on your arm. âIâm sorry, Tim,â you said, kissing the top of his head.
âTony, you are so full of it. Itâs not a seniority issue. Itâs because you think sheâs pretty, which you are, of course.â McGee explained his point. Tony was shocked. Of course, Tony was absolutely attracted to you, but for McGee to reveal that.
âDo you give me special treatment because you think Iâm pretty, Dinozzo?â You asked him, cocking your head to the side. Ducky, who was walking by at the time, replied âof course he does.â
âI think youâre jealous, McGeeâ Tony suggested, desperate to change the subject. You leaned your head to rest on McGeeâs shoulder. âDonât listen to him, Timmy.â You whispered before heading down to Abbyâs lab to discuss something with her.
When you came back up, Tony was eating a sandwich at his desk. âOh that smells really good. Is that from Bertâs deli down the street?â You asked, sitting down at your desk. Tony nodded his head and gestured for you to come over.
âTake a bite,â he encouraged, as he handed you the sandwich. He stared intently as you took a bite, watching your reaction. âMmm, thatâs good. Thank you,â you said, kissing him on his cheek.
Tony had a cheeky grin on his face. You turned around and saw McGee was frowning again. âWhatâs wrong, McProbie,â Tony teased.
âI missed lunch and asked if I could have some of your sandwich. You told me no.â McGee said, with his jaw clenched. Tony slid his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. âNot to damper your confidence, McGee, but youâre not as pretty as Y/N is,â Tony said, smiling up at you.
Gibbs walks in the room, causing you to run back to your desk. Gibbs didnât even say a word. He just pointed at McGee. âThe system is still running. We havenât got any hits yet.â McGee said, bracing for the wrath of Gibbs.
You noticed the disappointed expression on Gibbsâs face. âI got it, boss,â Tony said, throwing a balled-up piece of paper at McGee.
Gibbs turned to you next. âIâm still trying to get the files from the police department. They are being slow to respond though.â you explained. Gibbs nodded, and no piece of paper came flying at you.
McGee looked around, not believing what he was seeing. âNothing for her? Really?â McGee asked, looking over at Tony.
âSheâs his favorite. Thatâs how it goes,â Gibbs said, shrugging.
You stopped him. âWait, what do you mean favorite?â You asked, curiously. Gibbs assumed this was common knowledge.
âEveryoneâs got a favorite. Mine is Abby. Abbyâs is McGee. You are Tonyâs,â Gibbs explained. You considered what he was saying, and it made sense.
âIâm honored, Tony.â You said, smiling at him. He held up his hand in a salute. âNo problem,â He said, giving you a cheeky wink.
âI want more answers when I get back.â Gibbs said, storming out of the room.
You stared at your silent phone, praying for the police department to call you back. You continued sending them emails and waiting for the phone to ring.
âTony, Iâm bored,â you whined, looking over at him. He could have melted from the sweet expression on your face. âCâmere,â he waved you over his desk.
You quickly walked over to his desk and sat on the side of it. âEntertain me,â you begged him. He rolled his chair closer to you. After placing his hand on your knee, he leaned in close to you. âI could find us an empty conference room. I could keep you entertained for at least an hour.â He jokingly flirted.
You giggled to yourself, moving his hand back down to your knee from where it had been inching up your leg. âI donât think my boyfriend would appreciate that very much.â You admitted.
Tony frowned. He hated whenever you brought up your boyfriend. From what Tony heard from you, he wasnât the best guy. Also, the few times they had spoken, your boyfriend was an asshole to Tony. Tony hated that you stayed with him.
âI donât know what you mean. Your boyfriend is right here, and he doesnât mind at all.â He said, gesturing towards himself. Joke flirting was one of the main ways you and Tony communicated, but some times it felt less and less like a joke.
âYouâll have to settle for work-boyfriend. Only if you play your cards right though,â you teased him.
You grabbed his hands in yours, pulling him to stand up. You spread your legs, so he could stand right in front of you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him. He slid his arms around your back, holding you tightly.
âI hate Baltimore PD. Theyâre dodging all my calls.â You complained into Tonyâs chest. He used one hand to stroke your hair. âI could make some calls for you and see if I could pull some strings.â He offered, making you smile.
You squeezed him tighter. âThank you thank you thank you,â you said, enthusiastically.
âOf course, I mean youâre the prettiest one here. You could probably ask me to do all work, and I would just say yes.â Tony said, shooting glares over at McGee for his earlier statement.
âWhy the hell are you hitting on my girlfriend?â You heard someone yell behind you. You turned quickly and saw Kevin, your boyfriend. Tony instantly felt the mood change. He saw how aggressive Kevin looked.
You stepped in front of Kevin, keeping him from getting any closer to Tony. âHoney, Tony was just kidding,â you told him, trying to keep Tony uninvolved.
âCome on, McGoober,â Tony said, walking away with McGee to give you both some privacy. Kevin wasnât done yet. âIâm keeping my eye on you,â he called after Tony.
Tony looked over his shoulder to make sure you were safe. You gave him a small nod. Tony and McGee sat down in the break room. âWhy donât you tell her how you feel?â McGee asked Tony.
Tony glared over at McGee. âAnd how do I feel about her?â He asked, playing dumb. Tony wasnât exactly loving McGee trying to play relationship counselor.
âCâmon, you like her, Tony. Youâre always smiling when sheâs around. You get all excited when you see her. Thereâs nothing wrong with that.â McGee told him. Tony knew he was right. He knew he had feelings for you, but he shouldnât.
âYeah, except for that one thing. What was it? Oh yeah, that she has a boyfriend!â Tony said. His tone was dripping with sarcasm. McGee felt for his friend. âShe has a shitty boyfriend thatâs an asshole to her and her friends. You really think sheâd pick that over her friend who cares about her more than anything?â McGee tried to reason with Tony.
Tony sighed to himself. He hated how complicated love was. He had found the perfect girl, but she was with someone else.
Someone else walked into the break room. As the door was briefly open, Tony heard you yelling at Kevin.
He jumped up from his seat, heading slowly back towards you and Kevin. He wanted to give you space to handle it, but also wanted to be close if Kevin crossed a line.
âKevin, I said leave.â You snapped. Kevin grabbed your wrist forcefully.
Tony ran over immediately. He yanked Kevinâs hand off of you and stood in between the two of you.
âHey, buddy. Pretty sure she asked you to leave,â Tony snapped. His fists were clenched at his side, and he was fuming. âWhy donât you just stay out of this? Iâm trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend, not her coworker whoâs hot for her.â Kevin countered, trying to push Tony to the side.
Tony flipped him around and slammed him against the wall. âUnless you want to get charged with assaulting two federal agents, youâre going to leave now and leave her alone.â Tony growled in his ear, shoving him towards the elevator.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Tony raced over to you. âAre you okay? Did he hurt you?â He asked, examining your wrist for any bruises.
âIâm okay, Tony,â you said, a few tears slipping out of your eyes. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a tight hug.
âI donât want to cry on your shirt.â You said, trying to pull away from him. He tightened his grip. âI donât mind, I promise.â He said, softly.
âOh, why do you stay with him?â Tony muttered, thinking out loud. He continued to rub your back, trying to comfort you. âWho else am I supposed to date? You?â You asked him, and you felt him freeze. You didnât even realize you said it until the words were out of your mouth.
âLetâs go get some fresh air.â Tony said, pulling you out to the balcony and sitting next to you on a bench.
You leaned your head over on his shoulder. âIâm sorry that Kevin tried to drag you into our fight. He told me that he slept with another woman this weekend. When I got mad and started yelling at him, he tried to justify it by saying that you and I must have hooked up at least a few times.â You explained the situation to him.
âInside, you scoffed at the idea of dating me. Am I really that terrible?â He asked you, referring to your previous conversation. You quickly shook your head. âNo, I just meant you wouldnât reciprocate the way I feel about you. I didnât think you would be a bad boyfriend at all.â You told him.
Tony tilted his head to the side, replaying what you said in his head. âAnd how do you feel about me?â Tony asked you, curiously. After years of waiting, he was almost there.
âThat doesnât matter. I knew youâd never feel the same way,â you deflected, worrying about Tony looking at you differently.
âI have been flirting with you for years trying to get you to see that I feel exactly the same way.â He whispered, leaning over towards your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine. Did Tony really feel the same way?
âI thought you just had a flirty personality. I didnât think anything of it.â You confessed. You knew it sounded stupid now. Tony chuckled to himself. âNope, just with you,â he replied, nudging you with his leg.
You looked up at him. You could almost see a twinkle in his eye. âI know I shouldnât, but I really wanna kiss you right now.â He said, almost like he was under your trance.
âWhy shouldnât you?â You asked him, scooting closer to him. âWell your very angry boyfriend probably wouldnât appreciate it the most.â He said, glancing down at your lips.
You shook your head. âEx-boyfriend. I was kicking him out cause I dumped him,â you corrected him.
As soon as Tony heard the words come out of your mouth, his lips were on yours. He didnât want to waste a second.
His hands traced down your sides, landing on your hips. His thumbs drew little circles against your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair causing him to smile into the kiss.
He tightened his grip on your waist, picking you up so you were sitting in his lap facing him. âIâve got you, sweetheart,â he whispered, in response to your shocked expression.
You wrapped your legs behind his back, and he moved his grip to the back of your legs. You held on tightly to him as he stood up, carrying you.
His lips didnât leave yours for a second. He was in love with the taste of your strawberry lipgloss. He was sure it was all over his face, but he didnât care.
He walked over to the wall, pushing you up against it. âYou look so beautiful.â He mumbled against your lips. You smirked, seeing the effect that you had on him.
You both heard the door to the balcony slam open. âTaking the favoritism too far, Dinozzo. Back to work, both of you.â Gibbs snapped at you both.
You both rushed back to your desks. McGee noticed the shiny lipgloss covering Tonyâs lips and the slight pink on his cheeks. McGee knew he was right about both of you.
Tony grinned at you over the top of his computer. He knew youâd both be finishing that later.
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Prince Charming
Anthony DiNozzo x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut eluded to, maybe a tiny hint of insecurity but not really, just anxiety in a brand new relationship. Love Tony? Get added to the taglist here!
At the shrill sound of your alarm your hand darted out faster than you could think, quietly smacking the device to silence it. Doing your best not to shift the bed too much, you cracked an eye open, looking over to Tony in the darkness of the room, watching him for a couple of minutes. He was still sound asleep, laying on his side, arm reaching out to where youâd been cuddled up and he looked unbelievably peaceful. Most unfair of all was just how cute he looked, not needing a single moment of touching up or priming to be his normal dreamy self, completely unlike you.
Which is of course, why you were up early and setting that extra alarm just to make sure you didnât miss your chance. Moving impossibly slow you slipped from under the blanket, forgoing slippers to not make any extra noise as you tip toed from the bed and into the en suite, silently closing the door behind you. Letting out a soft breath of relief of making it this far, you flicked on one of the small lamps as to not draw attention to yourself yet. As your eyes adjusted and you were met with your reflection you grimaced, not wanting to be bare faced in front of your new boyfriend yet youâd slept in your makeup, a rookie mistake. On any regular night that was bad enough, but considering the activities prior to sleeping the night before, you were incredibly thankful Tony wasnât seeing you like this.
There was an internal debate over make up wipe versus fully washing your face, part of your brain thinking the water would be too loud, the other half arguing opening a new pack of wipes would be just as bad. In the end you had to settle for both, washing away the dirt and grime while using the wipe to get rid of the smudged eyeliner in the creases of your eyes. Letting your skin dry you quickly pulled a comb through your hair, getting rid of any of the big knots and finger combing through a couple of curls in hopes that theyâd be practically perfect beach waves in a moments time. You certainly werenât going to forget about brushing your teeth, scrubbing as hard and quick as you could to make sure your breath was perfectly fresh before swiping on fresh deodorant. You glanced toward the bedroom, pausing your tasks for a moment to listen and thankfully all you could hear were Tonyâs soft snores. You had just enough time to wipe on some tinted moisturizer, hiding the couple of blemishes that were already coming in from sleeping in your makeup and a quick coat of mascara to brighten up your eyes. Finally you grabbed the bralette and matching panties youâd stashed in a drawer before your date, slipping into them, tugging the lacy fabric until it was perfect and with a satisfied smile, you flicked out the light.
Opening the door you hesitated in the doorway, listening to the sound of silence before tip toeing back across the room and sliding back into your side of the bed. As carefully as you could you nestled in beside Tony on your side, adjusting the pillow so your hair wasnât a rats nest and you could âwake upâ facing him looking closer to perfect. You slipped under his outstretched hand and he let out a quiet grunt, arm wrapping tighter around you and pulling you toward him. Your breath caught in your throat for a second until a hint of his cologne hit you and your entire body relaxed, a small smile on your cheeks.
Just as your eyes fluttered shut and you thought you might actually fall back asleep again his lips brushed your forehead, feather light once, and then a second time more firmly. His hand came to brush back a few pieces of your hair, trailing down the side of your face to cup your cheek, thumb stroking across your skin before he kissed you gently.
âYou know, you donât have to do that.â He murmured, voice thick with sleep.
âWhat?â You feigned a yawn, letting out a soft sigh as you opened your eyes, catching him gazing down at you with a happy grin and you felt a heat creeping into your cheeks.
âWell for starters Iâm pretty sure I got you fully naked last night.â His fingers snuck under the strap of your bralette, free hand shifting the blanket down around your waist, âthough I will admit I do like the look of this.â
âGot up to pee, felt weird walking around naked.â You fibbed with a shrug and he chuckled, leaving another kiss on your forehead.
âFixed your make up too.â This time his lips landed on yours again, humming into the kiss, âand I believe I detect hints of peppermint.â
âUgh. Fine.â You grumbled, swatting against his bare chest, âjust stop.â
âHmm?â He asked, lips pressing against the corner of your mouth, âyou want me to stop kissing you? My oh so beautiful girlfriend?â
âI look a mess in the mornings.â You groaned, rolling over in his arms and his grip tightened around you, yanking you back to him.
âNo, Iâm not letting you go, its too early to get out of bed.â He rubbed his stubble against your neck and you shivered, scrunching up your shoulders in an attempt to get away from him, âabsolutely not, youâre stuck here now.â He insisted, his fingers beginning to tickle at your sides, pulling small laughs from you as you struggled in his arms.
âI need to pee!â You squealed, trying to grab hold of at least one of his hands so you could dart from the bed.
âOkay, okay, okay.â He finally surrendered when you got a nice elbow into his ribs and you darted from the bed.
You could feel his eyes on you as you crossed back through the room, lingering on your lace covered frame before you slipped back under the covers and snuggled back into him. Tony eagerly wrapped an arm back around you, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
âBetter?â He asked and you giggled.
âMuch.â
âWhy didnât you just pee when you were up earlier?â He asked, shifting his head back to look at you and you grimaced.
âI didnât want to risk waking you up.â You shrugged, chewing on your lip.
âHey..â his voice softened as his finger curled under your chin, tilting your gaze back up to his eyes, âwhatâs goinâ on with you this morning? All this being sneaky, cute underwear, minty fresh teeth?â
âI already told you; I look a mess in the mornings.â
âSo what? Itâs not like I look like prince charming.â
You let out a huff, burrowing your face into his chest, âsomehow you always look like prince charming.â
Tony laughed softly, his hand cupping the back of your head, fingertips scratching your scalp soothingly, âIâll accept the compliment but I really donât think thatâs accurate, youâve got rose tinted glasses on.â
âExactly!â You huffed again, âeverythingâs so new and fresh and fantastic and without any flaws. I couldnât risk waking up with my face all smeared, messy hair looking like a troll. Thatâd scare you away.â
âOh sweetheartâŚ.â His hand curled around your cheek, turning your face up to see his smiling one, âI donât care if you think you look like Godzilla when you wake up, youâre my beautiful Godzilla.â
âNice analogy.â You half grumbled and he laughed.
âI mean it.â
âReally?â
âAbsolutely.â He kissed the tip of your nose, âbaby you have me completely and totally wrapped around your finger, you know that? I donât care if I wake up and youâre snoring away with drool crusted in the corners of your mouth, Iâm still smitten.â
âEw..â Your nose crinkled and he laughed.
âI mean it.â He caressed your cheek softly, gazing down at you and you felt yourself utterly melt at the admiration pouring from his eyes, he wasnât kidding, he was completely smitten and nothing else mattered but waking up next to you.
âYouâre such a softie.â You giggled, leaning up to kiss him as your lips curved into a grin, a sense of joy spreading through you as you felt his lips do the same.
âAnd this softie meant it, itâs way too early to get out of bed.â He wrapped a sturdy arm around you, pulling you tight to him and you let out a little squeal as he practically crushed you into his chest.
âWell Iâm awake alreadyâŚâ you mumbled against his torso, feeling the vibration as he laughed, rolling over to grab the tv remote.
âPick something.â He suggested, handing it over to you as he let his grip relax a little bit.
You let out a happy sigh, half curled into his side as his arm stayed around you and you began to flick through the channels until you found something satisfactory. Tonyâs hand trailed up and down your back, occasionally fidgeting with the lace of the bralette, twisting it around his fingers before letting it go and moving his hand upwards to play with your hair.
âI could get used to mornings like this.â He murmured softly and you hummed happily, turning your face to his.
âMe too.â You smiled and his hand cupped your cheek again, moving in to kiss you tenderly, his lips moving with grace against your own until you pulled away and his brow furrowed.
âWhat?â
âYou may look like prince charming⌠but you have terrible morning breath.â You winced slightly and then burst out into a giggle and the feigned aghast expression on his face.
âOh come on, the one time I forget to brush before bed.â
âHey, dentists orders, twice daily.â
âI was a little distracted.â He smirked, free hand gently groping at your ass, âhow was I supposed to be thinking of teeth health with someone as stunning as you next to me.â He leant in for another kiss but was met with your finger tip pressing him away.
âTonyâŚ.â
âFine.â He playfully rolled his eyes, choosing instead to leave a kiss on the top of your head before heading to the bathroom to take care of the situation. The sound of running water echoed into the room and you let out a very happy sigh, sinking deeper down into the pillows as happiness radiated through your entire body.
Yes, you certainly could get used to mornings like these.
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Being Married to Tony Dinozzo Would IncludeâŚ
He definitely jokes around with you a lot
I mean itâs his no.1 personality trait but like the jokes are more forthcoming with you
Also a lot more dirtier.
He feels like he fails if he doesnât make you laugh at least once a day
Will also try to diffuse an arguement with jokes
Speaking of arguments. If you have boobs, wack em out in a spat and youâll instantly have him speechless
Tony is definitely a cuddler
Loves to cuddle, or even just have some form of contact with you 99% of the time.
If you work at NCIS, this is more laid back during the day but still prominent
Gibbs had to pull Tony aside about it one day.
Gibbs also knew about the two of you dating before everyone else
He was the one to tell Tony to get over his worries and propose
He was also the best man, alongside McGee.
Ziva helped pick out the ring
Abby knew nothing because she cannot keep a secret to save her life.
He keeps a picture of the two of you on your wedding day on his desk
100% is whipped
But like in a way where you donât even need to ask him to do stuff, he like already has it done by the time you think to ask
Does not do the dishes though. Donât even try that argument.
Will take you shopping, secretly not so secretly loves it
But most of all, being married to Tony Dinozzo means knowing that youâll be loved, through thick and thin because Tony shows it to you every day, in every way imaginable
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