#Ziva David Fanfiction

[theoceanandthestars]

Friendly Lies

A/N: This is my first post/story, I’ve 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 I’m 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 don’t match up in terms of Gibbs knowing Tobias etc and Tobias having another daughter, or maybe they do, I don’t 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: Fornell’s 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 Tony’s expense.

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You’d only known Tim, Tony and Ziva for a few weeks but already you knew you’d 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 Gibbs’ team, who were more than welcoming and friendly to you.

Now, you sat on Ziva’s desk, chatting to her and McGee while your father and godfather interrogated a suspect and Tony watched.

‘And that’s why your dad hates me’, concluded McGee after explaining to you what he described as the ‘incident’ between your dad and his ex-wife Diane.  Both you and Ziva had been laughing the entire time he told the story.

‘I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, Tim’, you smiled at him ‘he’s only mentioned it a few times.’

‘A few?’ 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.

‘Look if you want me to talk to him I can’ you offered, trying to ease Tim’s obvious panic, but your offer only seemed to send McGee into a further state of pure anxiety.

‘No, absolutely not, that would only add to it.’ He spoke moving his chair slightly as it was currently situated next to Ziva’s desk where you were congregated. As Tim moved you gaze shifted to DiNozzo’s desk and an idea popped into your head.

‘McGee, I’m sure y/n’s right, Fornell can’t be holding on to a grudge for that long.’

‘He brings it up every time we see him!’ Tim insisted.

‘Hang on’ you quickly said jumping up from Ziva’s desk and captivating both agent’s attention, ‘I think I know how to get my dad to forget about you and Diane.’

‘First of all there was no me and Diane’ Tim quickly insisted, causing the pair of female agents to roll their eyes as they failed to hold in their laughs ‘But what’s the idea because I will do anything to make him stop bringing it up?’. Both agents’ gazes were fixed on you as you moved from Ziva’s desk to sit on Tonys.

‘Oh you wouldn’t have to do anything McGee, it would be all me’, you smirked as the two agents watched eagerly, ‘this isn’t entirely selfless though, remember when Tony told Gibbs and my dad that I’d 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?’, the two NCIS agents nodded, smirks growing on their faces as they pieced together what you were planning to do, ‘well I think it’s time I get Tony back for that, don’t you?’.

Just as you said this your father and Gibbs reappeared into the room and as they did, you got up from Tony’s desk and made a beeline for them, meeting them just in front of Gibbs’ desk.

‘Dad, Uncle Gibbs I need to talk to you’ you said, grabbing their attention in the most serious and anxious voice you could muster, grabbing one of their hands in each of yours, ‘I know this is really important and I want to be honest with you both’ you took a deep breath to highlight your nervousness. At this point you had captured your father’s and Godfather’s attention, squeezing their hands as you raised your eyes to meet theirs you finally said, ‘I’m pregnant.’

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, ‘and its Tony’s’.

At this revelation, McGee and Ziva quickly turned so that Gibbs and Fornell couldn’t see the laughter that was daring to burst out. The silence was quickly broken by a synchronised ‘WHAT?’ 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.

‘I know we haven’t known each other long’ you stated looking them both in the eyes, but were quickly interrupted by your father half shouting, ‘How did this happen?’, quickly followed by Gibbs’ ‘I’m sorry what?!’

Before you could think of an answer though everyone’s attention was diverted in the sound of a voice, Tony’s voice, ‘hey boss. Fornell.  You look like you’ve seen a ghost, what did y/n do? Tell you she’s pregnant? I told you she was sleeping with an NCIS agent.’, 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. Tony’s face quickly shifted to panic and confusion, his eyes scanning the room.

‘You got my daughter pregnant!’, Fornell shouted.

‘What? No’ 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 Ziva’s desk, attempting to contain their laughter. You knew you didn’t 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.

‘Me and Tony are in love, dad, you can’t stop our love’ 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 couldn’t 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, ‘you should have seen your face’. Quickly, McGee walked behind you both to return to his desk, slapping Tony on the back as he continued to laugh at Tony’s 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.

‘Gotta keep you young dad.’ You smiled at him, kissing his check and moving back to Ziva’s 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 didn’t move, continuing to stare, before finally moving when he heard his name shouted by Gibbs. ‘I still don’t trust you DiNozzo.’ Tobias said, finally moving towards Gibbs’ 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.

‘I did not think you would take it that far’ commented Ziva, ‘I admire your commitment’. You smiled at her amongst the laughter but couldn’t respond as tony too moved towards Ziva’s desk, where McGee had now joined you and began to stare at you all.

‘Not funny guys, I thought I was going to die!’, Tony’s 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, ‘I 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 friend’ 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.

‘Yes boss?’ he questioned into the phone, as you high fived Tim and Ziva, ‘right away boss’, followed by him quickly grabbing his things after he put down the phone. ‘Gibbs says Abby’s matched the ballistics from the gun, wants me and Y/N to bring in the suspect.’ He stated as he continued to gather his stuff. As you listened, you quickly grabbed your bag that was sat next to Gibbs’ desk, but before you could leave Gibbs and your father returned, arguing as they walked.

‘I’ll go with DiNozzo Gibbs’ your dad argued, his gaze landing on Tony, at which point Tony swallowed.

‘No you’re not’, Gibbs deadpanned.

‘Then, I’ll go with them both’ 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 director’s office and repeating ‘No you’re not’.

As you and Tony turned and began to walk towards the elevator, he quickly began to argue with you. ‘You know your dad is going to kill me, right?’ he questioned as you pressed the elevator button, your gaze shifting to him.

‘No he won’t’ you dismissed, ‘but he won’t trust you for a while, just like how he’s 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 it’s just time for you to get a taste of what we’ve been putting up with for years now.’ You smirked as the elevator reached your floor and you stepped inside, turning slightly as you watched Tony’s face change from looking like he was about to argue, to just giving up.

‘You know’, he turned to look at you, smirking, fully grasping your attention, ‘if you were to sleep with anyone in this office, I’d be the perfect guy. You’ve already told your dad and although he’ll keep glaring at me and probably wanting to kill me, he’d never suspect that we were actually sleeping together.’ 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, ‘In your dreams DiNozzo’ before walking out of the elevator, not missing Tony’s whispered reply, ‘oh you bet’, before he followed you out to find your suspect.

[autistic-brushstrokes]

Chris : Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have street periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’

Chris : It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going

[television-overload]

The Walls That Tell Our Stories

Post-ep for 21x02 "The Stories We Leave Behind"

What I think we all want to imagine happened after the doors closed on that elevator at the end of the episode.

Word Count: 1,365

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No sooner had the elevator doors opened, than a fiery ball of energy came slamming into his legs.

"Daddy! Daddy!" the little girl yelled, grabbing onto his hand and pulling. "Take a picture of me with the orange wall!" She yanked him forward, already showing signs of that strength she and her mother both shared.

Tony laughed, casting a glance at McGee.

"Sorry, she's heard a lot about these orange walls," he explained, fishing his cell phone out of his coat pocket and dutifully opening the camera app.

He knelt down, holding the phone up so she was in frame.

"Alright, Tali, say, 'NCIS!'" he said, and Tali repeated it, finishing with a big toothy smile and a wild pose she must have learned from her friends at school.

Once he'd taken a couple photos, he clicked the image gallery to check them, holding the phone out to show Tali.

"How's that?" he asked, waiting for her approval.

"Perfect!" she answered. "Now one at your desk!"

Before he could stop her, she darted off to the part of the bullpen he had called home for so many years. It looked a little different now, various personal items stashed on the desks and even some plants making it feel more homey, but it was still the same place.

"Honey, that's not my desk anymore, it's Uncle Tim's," he reminded her. It hadn't been his in a long time, and it was crazy to think of all that had changed since then.

A pouty lip came out, and McGee chuckled. There was a lot of Ziva in her, that was true, but when it came to her personality, she was just so Tony.

"It's okay," he said, giving Tali the go-ahead to sit in his chair. “That was your dad's desk long before it was mine.”

She ran around the edge of it, plopping unceremoniously into the swivel chair and looking around interestedly at everything.

“Dad, did they have computers back when you worked here?”

Tony felt her words like a blow to the chest, and he feigned having the wind knocked out of him. How old did she think he was? He could practically feel the gray hairs sprouting from his head.

“Do you want me to take your picture or not?” he asked, shaking his head, hiding his amusement behind squinted eyes.

She smiled for the camera, then did a few poses pretending she was working.

"How many kids do you know who's number one bucket list item is to visit the headquarters of a government agency?" DiNozzo joked as he snapped a couple more photos. 

Tali had been begging them for years, but it had never been a good time. They’d needed some space to learn how to be a family when Ziva finally came home. And though they wished it had been under better circumstances, at least now they could show their daughter all the places she'd heard about in their stories.

McGee smirked, watching the energetic daughter of his two best friends as she clacked away at his keyboard. 

"I'd expect nothing less from your kid, Tony."

After a moment, Tali looked up, an inquisitive look on her face.

"Which one was Ima's?" she asked, spinning her chair back and forth.

He knelt down in front of her, resting his arms on the edge of the desk, his chin atop his folded hands.

"Which one do you think made it easiest to stare at her all day with heart eyes, Tali-girl?"

She giggled, pausing so she could inspect her options, taking the task very seriously. She tapped her chin in thought.

"That one!" she said, brightening up and pointing to the desk directly across from his.

He grinned, thinking back to all the times he'd sat there thinking about her mother. 

"Bingo!"

"Can I–?"

"Have a picture over there?" he finished, already knowing what she was going to say. "Ask Agent Knight if it's okay."

Jessica Knight was standing near the elevator with Palmer, and it didn't take long for Tali to get her permission. She ran back the short distance, looking triumphant in her return.

"Hey, where is your Ima anyway?" Tony asked as she sat down behind the desk.

"Here!" her familiar voice sounded, echoing in the largely empty bullpen. The door to the women's restroom closed behind her. "Your child is pushing on my bladder. I swear I cannot make it more than an hour without having to pee, these days."

As she approached, Tony tucked her under his arm, glancing around at the walls that held so many of their stories. This was the building that built them. Tali owed her existence to these ugly orange walls and the people that dwelled in them.

"Our daughter has been playing tourist and hitting all the great photo spots," Tony informed her, brows raised sarcastically.

Ziva turned to look at Tali, seated where she used to sit now more than a decade ago. 

"I see that," she said, her lips pulled back in a smile. "Did you tell her about the time we were stuck in the elevator?"

Tony grinned. "Oh yeah, she liked that one."

"Ima, when can we go see the lab?" Tali asked eagerly, interrupting them.

Ziva looked up and saw Jimmy approaching, and she knew there wasn't time right now. She separated herself from Tony, gently tousling Tali's wavy hair. "Another time, baby, I think it's time to head over to the funeral."

Tali nodded, glancing down at her shoes.

"I'm gonna miss Grandducky," she said sadly, playing absentmindedly with an eraser she found on the desk.

"So will we," Tony said, swallowing back emotion. "Aren't you glad he came to visit us during his book tour last year? That was pretty special, huh?"

The littlest DiNozzo nodded again, cheeks widening in a smile. "He was the first to know about my baby brother!" she said, remembering it fondly.

At that, Jimmy looked to Tony and Ziva in mock indignation. "Hey, you told him before any of the rest of us?" he said.

Tony laughed, patting the autopsy gremlin on the shoulder in consolation. "He guessed pretty quick. I think if he'd visited a few weeks earlier, he would have been the one to break the news to us!"

Ducky’s globetrotting semi-retirement had been a blessing to them all. They cherished the few times they'd been able to meet up in recent years, remaining close despite the long distance. He was a part of their family; it was only right that their daughter know him and love him too. They were fortunate for the time they did have together.

Ziva glanced at the clock and sighed, placing a hand on Tony's chest, silently telling him they probably needed to get going. He nodded in response, checking that he had his phone and wallet still before taking her hand in his.

"Alright, well, we can keep sharing memories on the way. Tali? You ready to go?"

"We'll be back, right?"

"Of course," Tony answered. "We've barely scratched the surface here! I still have to take you to interrogation to figure out what happened to that batch of cookies Ima made last week ." He tickled her sides, causing her to erupt in giggles and run ahead of them toward the elevator. They followed, hand in hand, with Jimmy and McGee right behind.

"Squeeze in!" Palmer said, the entire group filling the elevator with little room to spare. The others would be meeting them at the cathedral for the service, everyone who knew and loved Ducky, there to say their final goodbyes.

As the doors closed, Tony leaned down and pressed his lips to Ziva's, his hand resting on her lower back to pull her closer.

"Ugh, guys, really?" McGee complained exaggeratedly, screwing up his face in a look of disgust. Tali put her hands in front of her mouth to hide her giggles.

Ziva looked up at Tony like he was the only other person in the elevator, and he beamed proudly, unashamed and unapologetic.

He squeezed her sides playfully, tucking his face into her shoulder and breathing her in.

"I've always wanted to do that in here."

-.-.-

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Firearm Training - Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Pairing: Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Includes: fluff, slight hurt/angst?, cute moments with Abby, Abby comforting you, soft Gibbs moment because he’s your dad

Warnings: guns, shooting guns (at paper targets) 

Word Count: 2395 (I hope this finds people who also love Abby bc it’s so rare that I make it to 2000 words)

Brief Description: Your dad (Gibbs) wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun after several incidents of members of his team and/or their loved ones being targeted. You did fine for most of the lesson but did not handle live fire well. You had an emotional reaction to it but tried to push through until Abby came up to comfort you. Your dad took you and her to get milkshakes and cookies after to help you feel better.  

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Firearm training. You were here because your dad wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun. You weren’t fond of loud noises; you preferred bows and crossbows to a gun anyday. However, after several incidents of the team being targeted and even your girlfriend Abby being violently stalked by an ex, you could understand your dad wanting you to learn how to use a gun. Most of the team was there, save for Ducky and Palmer. It was you, Abby, Tony, Tim, Ziva, Director Shepard, and your dad for the day on a private outdoor range with one of your dad’s friends as the instructor. You used one of your dad’s pistols for the day, with “GIBBS”written on the side of the magazine. The guns were all on tables for now as for the first section of the day, your group was reviewed on the build and mechanisms of standard pistols and magazines. 

Sitting in a circle with the team, you learned firearm safety: how to carry and handle a pistol safely; the build and parts of a basic pistol: how to take it apart, clean it, reassemble it; and its functions: how to load rounds into a magazine followed by how to load and unload a pistol without shooting it. You did a few rounds of safety checks and learned to never assume it’s unloaded. You practiced dry firing it and the instructor helped you with your hand positioning and grip; your stance was already solid from your previous years in martial arts. The dry fire shooting felt easy going and made you feel cool as you heard the click of shooting imaginary bullets at the target. Your dad and girlfriend both looked at you often with proud expressions on their faces as you quickly picked up each concept and were doing quite well in the course thus far. 

It was 4 hours into the course and was finally time for lunch. After lunch it would be time to start shooting live rounds at paper targets. However, for now you all just gathered round and decided to go to a local diner for lunch. It was a 20 minute drive there, and despite there being 8 of you, you were all seated right away as the town you were in was remote enough for the diner to be sparse on patrons. You sat next to Abby, Director Shepard next to her, and the instructor at the end of your side of the table. Ziva was in front of you then, Tony, McGee, and your dad filling the other 3 seats on that side of the table respectively. You and Abby ordered fried chicken and waffles to share, your dad and Shepard got steaks, Ziva, Tony, and McGee got sandwiches, and the instructor got a burger. You all took your time to enjoy the meal in each others’ company, you occasionally leaning your head on Abby’s shoulder or her stealing a bite of the waffle you were nibbling on. After much enjoyment and frivolity, you all ended up returning to the range an hour and a half later for the second half of the course. 

You got out of Abby’s car and walked over to the range, Shepard and the instructor already waiting on the course as they rode with your dad, and Tony was close on the way driving Ziva and McGee. You, Abby, your Dad, and director Shepard were already set up as you and Abby were borrowing a pair of your dad’s spare handguns that he stored in his car. Each of your respective guns and accessories were set on the tables, now accompanied by trays of live rounds. Tony’s, Ziva’s and McGee’s guns and gear were with them already, and they would have to set it up themselves upon arriving. The trio soon arrived, and as they got set up, the instructor had the rest of you start with putting on your noise canceling headphones and safety glasses. You glanced over at Abby, adored at how amazing she looked even in the firearm noise canceling headphones and glasses, the headphones set against her bow topped pigtails. The instructor then called for a safety check, followed by loading your magazines with a few live rounds. You were starting to feel a bit anxious as you’d never fired a live round before and the instructor warned you’d need a firm grip to counter the power of shooting live rounds. Before picking up the guns to load in the magazines, Abby leaned over and kissed your cheek— likely leaving a lipstick mark— and gave your hand a squeeze. “You’ll do fine,” she assured you with a gentle smile, clearly noticing your nerves start to kick in. 

You lined up with the rest of your group, the instructor on your left to help with your lesson, and Abby on your right for moral support. The instructor led for everyone to begin. Each in your group aimed their guns forward  and the instructor made minor adjustments to your grip before telling you to place your finger on the trigger and fire when ready. Before you could do so, you heard the first few shots fired from the team and flinched, your eyes closing at the same time. You opened them and took a deep breath trying to brush it off and fixed your own aim. The instructor had held up her hand to signal everyone else to stop firing so as to let you focus. You aimed at the target, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled the trigger as instructed. On the outside you appeared calm, but it felt like winding a jack in the box until *BANG!* You jumped and your hands were shoved up as your body absorbed the inertia of the shot. You looked at your instructor and pasted a smile on your face as she told you that you’d done well. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes but you fought them, slightly confused as to why they were forming as you didn’t feel particularly sad. You flashed your plastered smile at Abbs, and she smiled in return as she took a few shots herself. You still flinched at every loud bang, but you pushed it all down. It was fine, you were fine. You asked the instructor for some advice on how to avoid losing your grip again, “Uhh, how do I keep my hands from shooting up when the gun fires and keep my grip?”. The instructor moved you into position and put her hands over yours on the gun, “you gotta make sure there is no space between your hands and hold your (dominant) hand firmly with your (non-dominant) hand”. You nodded, giving an ok in response before the instructor took a break to use the restroom. Abbs had finished a few rounds and put her gun on the table before coming up to you from the side. She laid a hand on your back and left a gentle kiss on the back side of your neck, “I’ll be over at the tent babe, you’re doing great!”, she informed you before returning cheerfully to the tent set up for breaks and spectating. It was now you, Ziva, McGee, Tony, and Director Shepard on the range. Your dad was watching from the tent along with Abbs who had just sat in one of the chairs to spectate with him. 

You prepared to take another shot and aimed at the target when Ziva came up beside you, “Fix your grip, there’s a gap between your hands again.” You did as she told you and thanked her before putting your finger on the trigger and slowly pulling it again. *BANG!* You jump again and silent tears form. You try to push through and keep your gaze forward so as to not let anyone onto the tears nearly falling down your face. You take a deep breath your heart racing, fixing your grip before pulling the trigger a third time, *BANG!* Silent tears start to fall down your cheeks, still baffling you as you don't feel sad or upset. A sniffle tips off Ziva who leans over to look at your face. She notices the tears and bluntly inquires, "What are the tears for? You're only shooting at a paper." You feel bad for not being able to stop it and feel pressured to suck it up, responding that you’re fine and start setting up for another shot. Abby heard from the chairs set up at the tent behind the shooting range and immediately made her way over, your father Gibbs behind her. Your calm steadiness starts to waver as your hands begin to shake. You breathe, put your finger on the trigger and take your 4th shot, losing your grip on the gun as your hands start to shake even more. You bring your (non-dominant hand) back onto the gun and aim at the target once more, hands and arms shaking profusely and tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision a bit.

Ziva is baffled at your emotional state, giving you a confused look as to why this is making you cry. You didn’t really understand why yourself, you just knew you couldn’t stop it or hold it back even though you didn’t necessarily feel upset. You hear another couple shots  from Tony and McGee and flinch again. By this time, Abby has finally made it to you and pressed her body against your back, wrapping one arm around you and grabbing the gun out of your hands with the other. You turn and melt into her, tears still falling down your face and she rubs her thumb against your back trying to calm you a bit, “Darling, it’s ok, you did so good. You don’t have to keep going.” Your dad makes it over and looks to Ziva who is still perplexed, “Stop staring and take the gun from Abby would ya?!” You bury yourself further into Abby as Ziva takes the gun out of Abby’s hand and places it on the table. Now with a free hand, Abby turns the volume all the way off on your headphones to reduce the loudness of the gunshots. You look up at her. “It helps a bit to have the volume all the way down” she tells you as she holds your face and wipes the tears away with her thumb. You bury your face into her neck and she wraps her other arm around you, holding you close and whispering affirmations and sweet nothings into your ear. Your dad puts a hand on your shoulder, standing behind Abby to talk to you, “Hey, you did good kid. You can stop if you want to. I just wanted you to know how to shoot if you ever need to. Now you can.” Abby walked you over to the tent and sat against a table, keeping you in her arms as you calmed down, rubbing circles on your back with her thumb. The rest of the team kept on shooting, your Dad taking your place in the lineup. Director Shepard came over and leaned against the table beside Abby, placing a hand on your back and reassuring you, “Hey, you’re ok.” She smiled, and you tried to smile back in return, still shaking a bit. “You can sit over here with us while they finish the course, no need to go back out.” After a few minutes, your breathing had finally evened out again, and Abby brought you around the table to the chairs while keeping you close to her. She sat down and guided you to sit in her lap as Director Shepard sat in the chair beside hers. You sat across her lap, legs over the side of the chair, and leaned into her. You kept your head on her shoulder as she put one around your waist and left the other one free. You still flinched at most of the shots the rest of the team took so Abby pulled out your book to distract you a bit. She held you in her arms and read your book with you until the shooting course was over. 

Afterwards, the team packed up all their gear and put it into their respective cars, your dad packing up for you and Abby as both of you had borrowed his spare pistols for the course. Tony, Ziva, and McGee left first, bidding the rest of you farewell. Your dad came up to you and Abby, both of you still consumed in the book, and pulled it down to get both your attention, “Hey, how about we go to the diner for milkshakes before heading home?” You liked the idea. Shepard joined the three of you; she had felt like a mother to you and Abby. The instructor bid you all a farewell as she had her own car to return home with and still had to pack up the course for the night. 

Around 20 minutes later, you had arrived at the diner and been seated in a 4 person booth, you and Abby on one side and Gibbs and Shepard on the other. Your dad ordered a chocolate malt shake, Shepard a Vanilla one, and Abby a Black and White (think chocolate and marshmallows). You still felt shaken so Abby, knowing your favorites, ordered your favorite milkshake as well as a double order of chocolate chip cookies for you and her to share. Once the waitress had gone to put in your orders, Abby pulled you close by the waist and the two of you sat nuzzled up together. You remained like this still when your orders arrived and as you enjoyed the sugary rewards of the day. After you were done, the sun was starting to set so your dad paid the bill and you all headed out: Shepard with Gibbs and you with Abbs. She had her hand either on your thigh or laced into your hand for half of the ride to your house where she was spending the night. Your dad cooked dinner that night for the four of you and Shepard headed home at around 9pm. You and Abby remained cuddled up for the rest of the night before finally falling asleep, wrapped together in each other's arms.

[withlove-amber]

Drunken Daydreams

gibbs x reader

(Y/N)’s week was awful to say the least. First, her water heater started leaking, like a lot. When she called the company, they said they wouldn’t be able to fix it for another 12 weeks. So, she’s been showering at work, hoping someone doesn’t walk in. Second, her car battery died. Just flat-out stopped working because why not. So, she’s been getting a ride from Abby to work. Third, her boss, Gibbs, was extra cranky and nobody could figure out why. Lastly, DiNozzo was being extra annoying, asking personal questions constantly. So when Abby invited her to girls’ night with Ziva, she could not have said yes faster, desperate for an escape.

The night was filled with laughter, ranting, and alcohol. Like, a lot of alcohol. When Abby suggested they watch a rom-com, Ziva confessed she had never watched a rom-com. So that’s how they ended up on their third rom-com of the night, finished two bottles of wine and one bottle of tequila, and it was barely even 2 am. (Y/N), however, could not stop daydreaming about her silver-haired, steely-blue eyed boss. No matter what she did, she kept picturing the different situations on screen, replaced by her boss. The way the lead male lifted the lead female out of a truck bed by her waist, sent shivers down her spine at the thought of Gibbs’ rough, veiny hands lifting her by the waist all while staring into her eyes. 

Ziva noticed her daydreaming during the movies, and decided to ask her what she was thinking about. (Y/N) brushed it off, and said she was just a little tired. But Ziva was sure there was something else that must be bothering her. After their last movie, Ziva asked again. (Y/N) brushed it off again, but Abby was also starting to get a little suspicious too. So they both sobered up just enough to ask a third time. But this time, Abby followed up with “Are you thinking about Gibbs again?” and they both watched her face turn bright red. Abby immediately yelled, “I KNEW IT!” and Ziva sat on the sofa, shocked. Abby and Ziva both promise not to mention anything to anyone, as long as she makes a move, and soon. (Y/N) promises she will, but she just needed to figure out how. 

The next Monday morning, both Ziva and Abby kept making faces at (Y/N) whenever Gibbs would come around. At one point, Abby signs to (Y/N), “Make a move, sister! Or I’ll tell him!” They both didn’t realize that Gibbs could see the whole thing. He noticed when (Y/N)’s face would heat up a little bit whenever he would look over her shoulder at her desk, or when she suddenly looked away when their eyes would meet. He knew what was happening, but thought there was no way she’d be interested in him. Little did he know what was said at Abby’s place, after work, during girls’ night.

[benditlikepress]

left behind

a pre-21x02 fic

Words: 677

It was McGee that called to tell him. Tony had barely had time to think of a nickname, had barely got the "Mc-" out of his mouth, when he heard McGee echo his own name back and heard the tone. "Who?" was all he asked. Years working in a job like theirs, you get to know the tone.

Read here on AO3

taglist: @indestinatus @benedettabeby @delicatefalice @television-overload @earanemith @pro-bee trying and failing to remember anyones names from the past lol but hi guys its-a me mario <3

[indestinatus]

Miss Congeniality (ch. 1)

summary: After the team learns that the Miss United States beauty pageant is under threat from an anonymous bomber, Ziva David finds herself in the most difficult deep cover she's ever been: a beauty queen. As if her job isn't already hard enough, now she has to do it in heels and a ballgown.

Written in an episode format, set in late season 3. As the title suggests, a multi-chaptered Miss Congeniality AU.

read it on ao3

[whoa-myninja]

✨ 30 Days Of Tiva ✨

Calling — all Tiva fans!!!

I’m embarking on a project for July 2024 titled: #30DaysOfTiva!!

I was looking at the tag of the new show (NCIS: Tony and Ziva) on A03, and I know it has only been wrangled for a short period of time, but it made me sad to only see a very small number of fics in it — the majority being mine! (I’ve written 9/13 of them!).

Of course, I know that this will increase as time goes on, and people start adding their fics to the tag, but I thought: wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a giant arsenal of fanfiction in the tag, before the show even airs? Not just for lifelong Tiva lovers, but for newcomers to the show who may go in search for new/extra content!

Thus, the idea for 30 Days of Tiva popped into my head, and I invite all Tiva fans to participate! The more the merrier! 🥰

Rules:

✨ Upload one piece of Tiva fanfiction to A03 every day, between July 1st and July 30th.

✨They can be any length. Ideally, they’ll be one-shots, drabbles, or dialogue-only, and should all be standalones. However, if you have a multi-chapter fanfic you’d like to write, uploading one chapter every day is fine!

✨ They must be new fanfics — i.e not adding anything on to WIPs. The idea is to create as much new content as possible.

✨ There should be limited editing to each one because we’re aiming for quantity over quality. You can always go back and rewrite and the end of the challenge.

✨ Try and write as many fanfics for the new show (NCIS: Tony and Ziva) tag as possible. Of course, they can be about Tiva at any time — but it would be great to get a large bank of fanfics in the tag before the show airs!

✨ Promote your content with the hashtag #30DaysOfTiva across platforms — twitter, tumblr, and tag in the works, so anybody who wishes to search for it, can find it! 😊

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Of course, everybody is welcome, even if you’re not fanfiction writers! Perhaps you make gifs, edits, manips, or artwork?! Come and join in the fun!!! Just make sure to upload one new piece of content every day from 1st to 30th July!!! 🤠

🩷

I shall do my best to upload links to each work here every day too, if I remember — but follow my twitter @guiltyastiva, just in case! 😊

🩷

If you do choose to take part — have fun, and I can’t wait to see what you choose to create! 🥰

🫶🏼

Note: Should this go semi-successfully, I may consider doing something similar again in the future!

[girlwitheconverse]

TAGLIST & REQUESTS MASTERLIST

here you can put yourself in one (or two or all of them) taglist for my oneshots / short stories / Fan Fiction!

This taglist will apply only for the works I’ll post from now on, the ones before will remain without tags.

When making a request please remember that I do not write smut, only spicy and even there not much.

CALL OF DUTY TAGLIST

Where you’ll be tagged: in every one shot / short story / fanfic that I write about this fandom

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the next time people’ll ask me “how much of a control freak are you?” I’ll show them this lol.

likes and reblogs are appreciated as always but don’t feel forced to.

[hopeless-nostalgiac]

New NCIS Fic

Title: The Waiting Room Rating: General Characters: Gibbs, Ziva, Tiva is mentioned/implied What to expect: Gibbs is older, and he's only gotten grumpier now that he spends more and more time in doctor's waiting rooms. He gets a reminder that his chosen family is there for him and to appreciate the time he has with them.  

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Tag list: @earanemith @mrsmungus @loudlooks @pro-bee @indestinatus

@coffeedepablo @television-overload @paperclipninja @thatcaithness @benedettabeby

(as always, let me know if you want on/off the list)

[beeps-mess]

Autistic Reader + NCIS Team

Little drabbles of a gender-neutral reader with autism interacting with the NCIS team. Probably part one. This one has Gibbs, Abby, Jimmy, Ziva, and Ellie.

AO3

Part Two

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God, you felt gross. Your brain was buzzing and your skin was crawling. You had showered three times already, the second right after drying off from the first, the third following after sitting on your bed, partly dressed, crying due to being stuck in your skin. You had just exited the shower, sighing when you realized the gross feeling was still with you. Pulling on your shirt and a pair of shorts you ignored your phone vibrating, flapping out of frustration with everything. You started pacing, walking back and forth, back and forth. A knock on your front door interrupted your pacing. You peeked through the peek-hole, sighing in relief when you see Abby Sciuto in all her glory. You flung the door open, ignoring the clattering of the item in her hand, too busy focusing on the weight of her arms around you. After a while you pull away, allowing her to bend down, picking up the item you caused her to drop. It was your favorite film. You hugged her again, throwing the normal social structures out the window with her. Abby always knew how to calm you down when you were in a funk and it was something you loved so much. You two spent the next few hours watching your favorite film along with your comfort episodes from your favorite shows.

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Your palms were sweaty. You could hear the tick of the clock every minute. The sun was in your eyes. You could hear the briefing of a team two cubicles away along with the whispers of people leaving the break room. Tim had been clicking his pen for the last three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. Ellie's fan was causing a paper to repetitively hit her desk. The lights were too bright, adding to the horrors of the orange walls. You could hear, feel, and see it all, and god it was a lot. You closed your eyes, focusing on just the clicking of the pen, taking the deepest breaths you could manage. And then, suddenly, all the noise stopped, replaced with a new pressure around your ears. You looked up just in time to see Gibbs smile softly in satisfaction before walking back to his desk to sit.

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Jimmy was on lunch, specifically on a not-date with Jess, which was something you knew, yet, here you are, standing in the doorway of the autopsy. Flapping, you leave the lights off and move to his desk, opening the bottom drawer to find what you needed. Pulling out your headphones and a weighted stim toy you slide down the wall next to his desk. Once on the floor, you move your legs around to sit crisscross, putting on the headphones and taking off your cardigan. You start slowly rocking back and forth, moving the beads around, back and forth in the fidget. You rock and rock and rock and rock, all until the lights flick on suddenly, Jimmy taking two steps into the room before noticing you. He rushed back to the lights, flicking them back, before coming to sit on the floor with you. He holds up one finger, then another, starting the process that you two had developed when you have a meltdown. One finger means notepad and two means sign. You huff, thinking about it before holding up a single finger. He slowly opens his bottom desk drawer, pulling out the specific notebook he had bought for you after finding the right texture of the paper. He slides a pencil and pen to you, allowing you the choice. You pick the pen, clicking it multiple times before you write anything. The notebook was opened up to the checklist page, and you checked off the boxes that applied to the situation, hesitating when you got to the question about taking or putting on your headphones. Checking it yes, you hand the notebook back to him, allowing him to read through it all and put on the requested playlist before you took off your headphones. Sighing softly, you closed your eyes, opening them to see a Jimmy Palmer smiling softly at you. You poked him in the knee, causing him to pull out a bouncy ball from the still-open desk drawer, and roll it to you. The two of you spent a while rolling or bouncing the ball back and forth, allowing you to calm down before pushing through the last few hours of the office day.

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Walking into the breakroom, you huff, realizing that they’re out of your comfort snack. Rubbing your pointing finger against your thumb three times to comfort yourself, you completely miss Ellie walking into the room. Noting the lack of your desired food, she turns to you, the question if you would like to go on a snack break out of her mouth before you can process that she was there. Jumping slightly, you nod your head, accepting the hand offered by your friend and coworker. Walking to the elevator, she sends a short text to Tim, saying they ran out of your comfort food and should be back within half an hour. You start stimming with her hand in yours, getting less embarrassed about it when she smiles softly at you after putting her phone away. She offers you the spare pair of earbuds she had on her and you offer her your coat. Ellie and your relationship had always been like this, her picking things up she thinks you might need when going out and you overdressing, always able to lend her a jacket when she needs one. Once at the ground level of the office, you two walk out, hand in hand, at max comfort. You two walk in silence, already knowing where you’re headed.

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Gibbs and Tony were out, picking up information on the only lead you have. You had gone through the list of the normal things you did when bored at work, alone, but were still restless. Your eyes light up when Ziva walks into the room, tapping your feet on the ground a satisfying amount of times before getting up. She raises an eyebrow at you, getting no response as you just lightly pull on her wrist, leading the two of you over to the empty desk in the back of the team's cubical. Nodding, she sits down in one of the chairs, reaching onto the desk to start on the puzzle that you kept back here. It was currently a space one, something you had picked up at a museum when visiting with Gibbs. Flapping lightly, you sit down, happy to continue the shared puzzle, something that always kept you distracted when there was time to kill. She smiles at you, something you’re too focused to notice. The two of you sit there, getting the border and different stars done in the time it takes for Tony and Gibbs to get back

[autistic-brushstrokes]

*In the chip aisle at Walmart, doing a late-night grocery run.*

Tan: *Minding their own business, looking for tortilla chips.*

Tan: *Finds tortilla chips.*

Chris , to Jessica: See, they know what they're here for. They know what they're doing. Be more like them. Make a decision, Jessica!

[television-overload]

heartache

Companion fic to this one I posted earlier this week. Thanks to @indestinatus for suggesting a Ziva pov chapter ♡

[AO3]

-.-.-

She had always had a hard time letting go.

The first time she sent him away, a portion of her heart — whatever she had left to offer that wasn't mangled and torn apart already — went with him. She told herself she could live without him, that she didn't need him to get through this. She watched him go, believing herself to be strong for willingly giving up that which made her feel whole and complete.

What a lie, she had sold herself.

She succeeded at giving up nothing. He never truly left. How could he, when she had a piece of him still with her always? Not for one moment had she faced her troubles alone, like she had intended. Like she thought she needed to.

He had always been the one to hold the broken pieces of her heart together. He came prepared with surgical sutures, needles, and bandages — whatever was needed — not afraid to get his hands dirty.

Now was no different.

In his absence, she learned that the blackened, shriveled bit of her heart that she kept to herself was not so irreparably corroded as she thought. Even from afar, he was responsible for restoring it to life, smoothing over the wounds she had thought would never go away. 

The healing balm came in the form of a tiny, pink, wailing child, born in the heat of summer in the very house where Ziva and her sister had first entered the world.

The sister for whom the child was named.

And so, Tali became the bearer of so many broken hearts. Her mother's, her father's and her aunt's. Perhaps even more than that. The blood pumping in her veins belonged to all those who had come before. Somehow, their hearts seemed almost whole in her hands.

It was selfish of her, to keep them all for herself. Even now, she knew she'd taken something important from Tony. Just how important, she couldn't be sure, skewed as her perception had been those last few days they'd been together.

But she felt it, that unwavering support and faith in her, which she surely didn't deserve.

She'd be safe with him, she reasoned. He would look after her.

As she packed away Tali's things, hurriedly dressing her in an outfit for the journey, she had the sensation of packing her own heart away as well. How could she protect it when the distance between them grew and grew? Would she be alright on her own, until the day she reached her father's arms and righted at least some of the wrongs that Ziva had done?

She did take pride in the healing that her heart had undergone. It may be scarred and a little faulty still at times, but surely Tony would recognize the progress that had been made. Surely he would know what she meant by sending it to him.

Yours, she wanted to tell him, presenting it to him in person. It's yours, and it always should have been.

In truth, sending her own heart away was the least of her worries. The more terrifying prospect was facing a life without him. The life she'd wished for years ago, characterized by complete solitude.

How had she ever thought that to be the ideal solution to her problems?

Here she was sending him away again, only this time it wasn't her choice. She hadn't known any better before, but she did now. She'd had him with her all this time, a piece of him she'd stolen and kept to herself, guarding it like a precious treasure. But fate had finally caught up to her.

It was time to return to him what was rightfully his.

With each inch that separated her from her Tali, she felt her heart grow cold and weary. It it twisted painfully, a dull thrum desperately pleading that there must be another way.

But how could her heart be there still in her chest when she'd just watched it disappear into the crowd, in the arms of one of the few people on this planet she could trust?

The loss of it left a gaping wound, an unseen flow of blood that no medical doctor could stem.

Someday, she promised herself, putting every last ounce of hope she possessed into the word. Someday, we will be whole again, my love.

Someday soon.

[tiva-fic-challenges]

TIVA CHALLENGES is a fanfiction writing project for fans of Tony and Ziva from NCIS (2003) running before the spin-off NCIS: Tony & Ziva drops, with new writing prompts every month! Organized by @television-overload and @indestinatus

TUTORIAL:

"Wait, how do I post to a collection?"

I'm so glad you asked!

The parent collection can be found here (Tiva Fic Challenges) on AO3. To see monthly challenges, you'll need to navigate to a subcollection. See here:

Tah-dah!

Great. Now you can find the collections. But how do you post to them?

For that, you only need to change one thing in your usual "Post New Work" workflow. Start by going into the AO3 story posting page and fill out all relevant information as you typically would. Title, tags, summary, notes... All of that will be the same.

The additional step is found in the Associations section, seen below:

There it is. All you need to do is type in the name of that month's challenge and select it, and it will appear with the other works relating to that prompt.

Now, an important note: Because these challenges will be set as "unrevealed" on AO3, that means you can post your fic any time in the month, and it will not be visible to readers until the last Friday, when all works will be revealed. Until that time, this is how it will appear to readers:

Fun, right?

If you're running behind and are writing a fic for a certain prompt, but don't finish on time, don't stress it! After all the works are revealed, the challenge will remain open and any fics posted to it will automatically be visible to readers. Even if you're months late and you have a fic you think fits the challenge, go ahead and include it in the collection! The more the merrier!

Hopefully this answers most of your questions about how this will work. If you have any others that might need answers, our askbox is open!

[peregrine21]

Dress Code - Abby Sciuto x Gibbs!Daughter Reader

A/N: Hi, I have returned, (apologies, school got very busy then i got sick for like a month) if anyone wants to be on the tag list for Abby fics let me know in comments or on my google form for tag lists (and if there is any type of content you'd like to not be tagged in), anyway on to the fic :)

Pairing: Abby Sciuto x Gibbs!Daughter Reader

Includes: fluff, minor nudity, annoyance, HR being crass

Warnings: minor spoilers for some parts of “Silver War”, S3:E4, mentions of nudity (no smut)

Word Count: 2616

Brief Description: Abby gets dress coded by HR (Silver War, S3:E4) and your dad says he will handle it. You switch clothes with her as she is suffering an allergic reaction and at lunch take her to her apartment where she strips, showers, and changes into her own clothes. You make lunch and end up packing it to eat at the base so as not to be late. 

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You hadn’t seen Abby yet today which was odd— she always made a point to find you in the mornings. Her lab was locked up and dark when you checked for her earlier and you couldn’t find her anywhere. Instead, you went to the bullpen and sat in your dad’s chair for most of the morning until he came into the pen to gather the team, “Everyone up, Abby’s got something. You too y/n.”  You let them know you’ll be down in a minute, and they head down to her lab while you grab your stuff. 

Gibbs, Tony, McGee, and Ziva walk off the elevator and into Abby’s lab. She faces away from them at her desk, except it doesn’t look like her. “Abbs?” Gibbs inquired, confused at the spectacle in front of him as she slowly turned with her eyes on the ground. “What are you wearing? It looks like you raided a cheaper version of y/n’s closet.” She barely picked up her head, bangs clipped back into a 50s raised style and hair down in styled curls, and with an irritated expression answered “Some new HR hire sent me a notice about breaking dress code? They made me wear THIS.” Tony decided to share, “I think it looks great on you.” Ziva chimed in, “You look fine, I don’t see the problem.” McGee agreed with them both. 

You finally walked in and stopped dead in your tracks upon seeing Abby, “Abbs? Why are you dressed in light color 50s style corporate vintage?” You look closer at her attire. “It looks like you raided a cheaper version of my closet.” “See?!” She looks at the trio while gesturing to you, “ It’s bad enough dressing like this for court, I can’t do this every day!” She starts itching, “Plus this is all polyester. I’m allergic to polyester! Do you think that can qualify for an exemption from the dress code?” “Also y/n, how do you wear this stuff every day? It's sooo itchy!” You look at her, grabbing her arm, “Babe. I dress from 20s swing to 40s rockabilly to 60s greaser. And all my stuff is made of quality materials like cotton and satin. I don’t wear polyester.” She gave you a small pout in response. “Can I at least borrow your clothes then if I have to dress like this every day?” she whined. Gibbs walks up to her, “I’ll handle it Abbs, what did you have for us?” Abby looks up at him,.“Can I at least take these shoes off first?” she asks, gesturing down to her pair of white 2” heel pumps. You go to her desk and turn her chair out, “Sit.” She does , looking up at you as you kneel in front of her and pull one of her feet onto your knee, unfastening the heel. “I don’t see the issue…” Tony chuckles as he puts his arms up and you glare at him. “It’s not her style, and she isn’t comfortable in it. It’s hurting her. That’s the problem, Tony.” you reply to him crossly, with a long pause before saying his name. You pull up her other foot to remove the second heel and get up. “Dad, would it be ok if I stole Abby for a few to swap clothes with her? I can’t stand seeing her suffer an allergic reaction all morning.” He smiles and looks at the ground for a moment, knowing you wouldn’t have it otherwise and were more telling than asking, “After she gives us what she found she’s all yours”. Abby gets up from her chair and pads over to her computer, starting on her findings quickly, excited to get out of the itchy pencil suit as soon as possible. 

After getting through all her findings thus far with Gibbs and the team, they went on their way and she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the locker rooms. You both entered one of the handicap stalls so you’d both have space to change, you both started to strip, starting by removing your red satin boat neck blouse and Abby her lilac blazer and white blouse. Your face went red and you looked at the ground as Abby slid her button down blouse off as she never wore a bra. She laughed as she handed it and the blazer to you, “See something you like babe?” she jested. You flusteredly put on the blouse and buttoned it after handing her your blouse to put on. She slipped it on easily and started on the lilac pencil skirt she wore, “Babe, I can’t get this skirt off. Can you help me?” You move behind her and slip your fingers under the waistband of her skirt, a blush still on your face, helping her to pull it down as she also uses her own fingers to hold her panties up. She shimmies to help you pull it down and steps out of it when you get it to shin level. You drape it over the stall door before unzipping your own cotton black circle skirt and pulling it down with your petticoat; You hand her the skirt first and she steps into it and zips it up; You then hand her the petticoat and as she steps into it and pulls it under the skirt, you take her pencil skirt off the stall door and step into it, shimmying to get it on; You both tuck in your blouses and straighten each other’s clothes; You keep your shoes on and she stays barefoot as you were wearing similar heels to those she had originally but in black. She looked at the skirt and twirled, giggling as it fanned out in all its fluff and layers, “Maybe I should borrow some of your clothes more often—this skirt is fun.” She was much more content wearing your clothes between the darker colors and the more comfortable materials. You both headed back to her lab until it was lunch break, and you could head to her apartment to get her showered and changed into a fresh set of her own clothes.

Up to lunch time, she padded around her lab doing her work and calling Gibbs when needed for updates on the case. Once the clock struck noon, Abby clocked out and grabbed your hand to go to her car. Once you made it to the door of the naval base you grabbed her arm to stop her, “You are not walking on that rocky asphalt barefoot nor are you driving barefoot.” She looked at you quizzically, “well what do you want me to do?” You looked at her and bluntly replied, “I’ll drive. Now get on my back”, you instructed her while moving in front of her and crouching down. She smiled and jested, “ooohh~, princess treatment” as she handed you her car keys and climbed on your back, wrapping her legs around your waist. You carried her to her car and unlocked it, opening the door with one hand then turning around to lower her into the seat gently. You then helped her get the skirt in and closed the door for her before walking around to the driver's seat to start the car. You got in, started the car, and drove to Abby’s apartment, already knowing the route by heart. You carried her from the car into the building where she hopped off your back as the floors inside were fine to walk on barefoot.

You made it into her apartment and immediately went to her bedroom as you had to be back after lunch break. You took off the blazer from her pencil suit upon entering her room, understanding how she found it uncomfortable and didn’t want to wear it. You set the blazer on a chair before turning back to Abbs. Abby got straight to undressing for her shower, starting with your satin blouse, gently pulling it up from her waistline and over her head. As she threw it on her bed, your face went red and you looked at the floor, bashful as she had no bra under the blouse. You adored her curves and her body was divine, but you still always felt bashful despite being in a committed relationship with her for several months and having explored intimacy with her. As she was stepping out of your skirt and petticoat, leaving her only in shapewear shorts, she noticed your sudden fluster, “Babe we're dating you don't have to look away. Now come help me get these tight shapewear shorts off". You looked back up at her, face still tinted, as you made your way over to help her get the overly tight shorts off. You stood behind her and hooked your fingers under the back side of her waist band as she had her fingers hooked under the front side of it. You squatted as you both pulled down and around to slip the shapewear shorts off and as you slipped the shorts lower, with them went her panties. With the shorts halfway down to her knees and panties pulled almost as far, your eyes shot down again and one hand flew over your eyes to avert your gaze as she bent down to fully pull the shorts off and step out of them, taking her panties off as well. She threw them across the room into the laundry hamper and turned to find you still in a squatting position, face crimson in fluster and hand still perched on your forehead to cover your eyes in an attempt of respect. She laughed and walked up to you smiling, fully nude now, “Darlinnggg, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. It’s ok, you can look.” She gently guides you upright by your shoulders and brings a hand up to your face, pulling your chin up before leaving a gentle kiss upon your lips. You reach up to take the clip out of her hair and fluff her bangs back to the front before running your hands over her shoulders and down her sides until you reach her lower hips, “you’re beautiful love” you whisper in a sultry tone. She smiles and leans in, kissing you again, “I love you y/n.” Your eyes are full of adoration for her as you reach up and brush your thumb against her cheek, “I love you too Abbs”. You leave one last kiss on her cheek before parting, “Go shower before we have to head back, I’ll make a quick on-the-road lunch for you while you’re in there.” She heads into the bathroom connected to her room, giving you a small wink as she blows a parting kiss at you.

You strip off the pencil suit you traded with Abbs earlier and fold it neatly before placing it on a chair. Once you have all of the pieces off and folded, you head over to her bed and put your own clothes back on, starting with the satin blouse then stepping into the skirt and petticoat, pulling them up and fluffing them out before zipping the skirt up and tucking the blouse in. Once you were dressed again, you moved into her kitchen and opened the fridge to see what you had to work with for a quick on-the-go lunch. You find and take out a salad kit, flour, eggs, milk, ham, cheese, and 4 small oranges. You start with the salad kit, quickly mixing the salad and dressing, before peeling the oranges into slices. Once the salad and orange slices are put to the side, you grab the eggs, flour, milk, salt, butter, and some water and start making crepe batter, followed by grating the cheese and cutting the ham into small pieces. You set up 3 sets of tupperware containers before pouring the crepe batter into a pan and filling each crepe with ham and cheese once they were ready, proceeding to fold them— Abby had been in the shower for about 20 minutes at this point. You placed the folded crepes into the first pair of tupperware (2 crepes for each of you), followed by separating the salad into the second pair of containers and the orange slices in the third. As you were packing the tupperware sets into a bag and making sure you had all your stuff, Abby came into the kitchen with a hairbrush in her waistband while pulling her shirt over her head, makeup already re-done and all her accessories on. Your face tinted pink again at the display as you were grabbing some silverware and napkins for your lunch packs. Abby was tucking her shirt in and grabbing the brush out of her waistband as she looked at you, “Something smells delicious babe, what’d you make?” As she started brushing her hair, moving in your direction, you smiled as you packed the silverware and napkins in the bag, “How does ham and cheese crepes, salad, and oranges sound?” you looked back at her expectantly, hoping that was alright with her. She finished brushing her hair and placed the brush on the counter, “Sounds delectable~ Thanks for cooking while I was in the shower.” she smiles as she wraps her arms around your shoulders and leans in to leave a quick kiss upon your lips, wet bangs brushing against your forehead. You were happy to see her much more comfortable in her own choice of clothes again and held her in your arms for a moment, “You ready to go so my dad doesn’t chew us out for being late? We can have our lunch back at base.” She pulled away, “Yep, let’s go!” and happily grabbed the bag of food and both of your things before pulling you out the door. You grabbed her keys on the way out and locked up as she started on the way to the car, quickly catching up and following behind her. She had already unlocked and loaded the bags into the car by the time you got there, getting into the driver's seat with much improved spirit. You situated yourself in the passenger's seat; then you were both on your way back to base.

The two of you made it back to base with a few minutes to spare and made a mad dash to Abby’s lab for her to quickly check on her latest test results as you set up your lunch sets on her desk. As she had finished gathering her data and was making her way over to her desk, your dad walked in with a caf pow and an iced tea in hand for each of you respectively, “Hey Abbs, give me an update.” She goes over to her laptop with a “Hey Gibbs”  before relaying her findings to him. He thanks her, giving her a kiss on the cheek and handing over the beverages, “Thanks, now go enjoy your lunch. Glad to see you back to yourself.” She smiles up at him before going back to her desk with the drinks, your dad heading back up to the bullpen. She placed down the beverages and sat with you. The both of you took your time to eat—her enjoying the lovely meal you made—and then packed the empty tupperware into the bag to be taken back to her apartment later. You both continue with the rest of your day, Abby looking into the forensics of the case and you assisting her where needed. Your dad later called in to let her know the issue was handled with HR and they wouldn't be bothering her again, leaving a delightful end to the day before you both clocked out.