#dwayne pride and raymond isler

[stanathanxoox]

Completed Masterlist Updated 3/1/2024 PART 1

NCIS

Abby Scuito Masterlist

Ellie Bishop Masterlist

Jimmy Palmer Masterlist

Leroy Jethro Gibbs Masterlist Part 1

Leroy Jethro Gibbs Masterlist Part 2

Timothy McGee Masterlist

Tony DiNozzo Masterlist

Tony and Ziva Masterlist

Ziva David Masterlist

NCIS LA

Densi Masterlist

Eric Beale Masterlist

G Callen Masterlist

G Callen and Sam Hanna Masterlist

Kensi Blye Masterlist

Marty Deeks Masterlist

Nate Getz Masterlist

Nell Jones Masterlist

Neric Masterlist

Sam Hanna Masterlist

NCIS NOLA

NCIS NOLA Team Masterlist

Loretta Wade Masterlist

Meredith Brody Masterlist

Meredith Brody and Sonja Percy Masterlist

Meredith Brody and Tammy Gregorio Masterlist

Patton Plame Masterlist

Raymond Isler and Dwayne Pride Masterlist

Tammy Gregorio Masterlist

Hannah Khoury Masterlist

Christopher LaSalle Masterlist

Chris LaSalle and Meredith Brody Masterlist

Sebastian Lund Masterlist

Dwayne Pride Masterlist

Sonja Percy Masterlist

Sonja Percy and Tammy Gregorio Masterlist

Hannah Khoury and Tammy Gregorio Masterlist

CASTLE

Richard Castle Masterlist

Castle Misc Characters Masterlist

RIZZOLI AND ISLES

Jane Rizzoli Masterlist

Frankie Jr Masterlist

Tommy Rizzoli Masterlist

911fox

Bobby Nash Masterlist

Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

BROOKLYN NINE NINE

Rosa Diaz Masterlist

Jake Peralta Masterlist

Amy Santiago Masterlist

Jake and Amy Masterlist

Raymond Holt Masterlist

The Team Masterlist

HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter Masterlist

Draco Malfoy Masterlist

Neville Longbottom Masterlist

Fred Weasley Masterlist

George Weasley Masterlist

Oliver Wood Masterlist

Cedric Diggory Masterlist

Hermione Granger Masterlist

Luna Lovegood Masterlist

Ron Weasley Masterlist

Percy Weasley Masterlist

Bill Weasley Masterlist

Seamus Finnigan Masterlist

Dean Thomas Masterlist

HOGWARTS MYSTERY

Hogwarts Mystery Masterlist

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Masterlist

TWILIGHT

Carlisle Cullen Masterlist

Carlisle and Esme Masterlist

Edward Cullen Masterlist

Emmett Cullen Masterlist

Jasper Hale Masterlist

Alice Cullen Masterlist

Demetri Masterlist

Jacob Black Masterlist

Seth Clearwater Masterlist

Sam Uley Masterlist

The Denali Coven Masterlist

The Wolf Pack Masterlist

The Cullen Coven Masterlist

[improvidus]

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

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

Pride: What--?

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

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

Loretta, setting the table: We missed you!

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

Pride: Guys, please...

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

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

[ncis-nola-ponderings-and-others]

It was great to see Isler again in S6 E4 and I loved when he was talking to Pride about how he’s been recovering from when he was kidnapped/shot and talking to his family and friends and Pride was just looking at him, listening, but also with the expression of:  talk....to...fam-lee?? Hmm...’ xD Like everyone keeps telling him to do. xD

[dwaynepride]

prisler in 6x04

[moonlight-breeze-44]

NCIS: New Orleans, “The River Styx, Part 1″

I never really shipped Prisler before now. However, after watching forty minutes of tonight’s episode, that opinion has drastically changed. I now ship Dwayne Pride and Raymond Isler very much. That moment in the barn between them was a treasure! And how Raymond knew that Dwayne would come for him! Absolute gold! Like I said, I never shipped this before now, but that opinion has definitely been halted in its tracks. Prisler for the win! Additionally, Chris going with Dwayne on a dangerous mission was great. They are brothers until the end and willing to die for each other. It’s amazing. Also, can we just talk about the way Pride was so gentle with Chris when he woke him up. He knew that Chris would wake up suddenly and be already reaching for his gun, so to speak, and so Dwayne did the whole hand on his shoulder thing, and said, in a gentle, comforting voice, “It’s okay. We’re good.” I love that. It was such a fatherly gesture/caring friend thing. (I also kind of ship them a little bit.) But yeah. It was great and I loved it so much! This whole episode has been great!

[tammy-gregorio]

scenes like this make me fall more and more in love with this show

[halfblood-divergent-demigod]

NCIS NOLA LGBTQ+ Headcanons

I’ve complied a list of main NCIS NOLA characters and how I HC they identify within the LGBTQ+ community. I’ve listed them by when they appear in the show. Feel free to add your own headcanons or comments!

Season 1

Dwayne Pride- Aromantic poly-demisexual. This is why Pride’s marriage ended up suffering. Linda thought she’d be able to handle it, but when Pride started spending even more time at work it all just became too much. She still very much loves that the two of them share a daughter, knowing that Pride had to be very comfortable and love her in some capacity to agree to a family. Though it takes a long time for Pride to develop the sexual attraction, every gender is fair game.

Pride identifies as a demi guy. He uses he/him pronouns, but doesn’t feel especially connected to them.

Chris LaSalle- He’s bi*. He has a definite thing for the ladies, but if you think he hasn’t been called out for being a jock among other gay men, you’re wrong.

Chris identifies as cis.

Loretta Wade- She’s pan*. Lover of all romantically and platonically. Seriously. She’ll adopt you if you seem to need the guidance of another parental figure.

She identifies as pangender. No one single thing seems to fit. She’s fine with both sets of binary pronouns and they/them. None feel wrong to her.

Meredith Brody- Asexual biromantic. She’s not sex repulsed, but she doesn’t ever bring up sex. If her partner wants to have sex they’re the one who has to bring it up.

She identifies as agender. She’s perfectly content with she/her pronouns, but she doesn’t identify with them as “feminine”.

Season 2

Sonja Percy- Demisexual biromantic. She has to get comfortable with a partner first. She’s great at undercover work because  she’s never truly distracted by anyone she comes in contact with.

Sonja identifies as nonbinary, using she/her and they/them pronouns.

(gif not mine)

Patton P. Plame aka Triple P- He identifies as polysexual*. He knows that poly and pan are quite similar, but he loves the way the two syllables of “poly” feel in his mouth.

Patton identifies as bigender between male and nonbinary.

Sebastian Lund- Pan*. He’s attracted to a lot of people. He gets crushes easily. This can be a bit of a detriment at times since he’s already easily flustered and crushes don’t help. But when he finds the one he will love them with his whole heart.

Sebastian is gender apathetic. He knows he was AMAB, but as a scientist he knows gender is a spectrum so doesn’t have many feelings on his own gender.

Season 3

Tammy Gregorio- A huge lesbian. She felt comfortable with her ex-husband and that’s why she married him— still denying her feelings for women. But when he stole money and bailed on her, she realized that hiding who she is isn’t worth it.

Tammy is androgyne. This is something she figured out while figuring out her sexuality. She went through a lot to get to the point of being comfortable in this realization.

(gif not mine)

Raymond Isler- Isler is bi*. He’s known since his mid-20s, but doesn’t advertise it. When he first started figuring it out, he’d go out to gay bars, but ever since he decided to stay sober he tends to visit quirky bookstores and coffee shops.

Isler identifies as cis.✢

*I’m aware all of these sexualities are very similar and some people even see them as the same, but these are the labels I think fit best with each character.

✢Denotes a non-main character that I deem important to this list.

[toby-35]

IM SORRY

FOR NOLA's poor little meow meow, ID LIKE TO CHANGE MY ANSWER

DOUGLAS HAMILTON

I cannot believe i forgot Mayor hamilton.

-Ceely.

Fandom asks: NCIS?

-Kiiiiiiii

HEY

Okay so. This is more difficult than i was expecting. N i'll do 2 seperates one for regular and the other for NOLA.

Regular NCIS:

blorbo- Of the mains, Gibbs. Hands down its Gibbs. (of the not mains lmao) Hollis Mann.

scrunkly- Early days McGee. I love lil timmy.

scrimblo bimblo- Jimmy and Ducky. I love em both.

glup shitto- Okay, he was in ONE episode for all of 5 minutes total lmao. But Colonel Merton Bell. I will not shut the fuck up about him.

poor little meow meow- Tobias Fornell. I fucking love Fornell, like him and Gibbs' relationship just has me dead. (lets face it, he is slightly problematic)

horse plinko- Tony. Fucking Tony DiNozzo, I'd torment the bastard for the full proof of all of his damn fuckin movie references.

eeby deeby- okay so obviously the bad guys are all going to super hell but my brain keeps saying "Diane" like she did my head in but it was funny so i'd probably sayyyyyyyyyyy Agent Sawyer, fuck i could punch him in the jaw.

NOLA:

blorbo- Pride and Tammy. I love them.

scrunkly- SEBASTIAN- was there even any doubt?

scrimblo bimblo- Miss Lorretta

glup shitto- ROY

poor little meow meow- Raymond Isler. I fuckin love his dumb annoying ass

horse plinko- Either Jimmy or Hannah. I like em both a lot so it'd just be very playful teasing.

eeby deeby- Early days Carter. I don't like his attitude

Thank you for the ask. i hope this actually makes sense lmaooo. I nominate you to do it for NCIS NOLA. if you want/ havent already <3

-Ceeeeeely

[data2364]

Scott Bakula as  Dwayne Pride  2019 in  NCIS: New Orleans “Overlooked”

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt11002166/

[imaginenola]

Young and Beautiful

Dwayne Pride x reader

Words: 2,154

Warnings: angst, pure sadness

Notes: loosely based on the song Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey. this is the first imagine I’ve ever written so it might not be the best. also big thank you to @dwaynepride for helping me make this account & story a reality! thanks for believing in me (: also the spaces might be a little wonky, sorry! I worked really hard on this so please don’t steal it, all work is my own. enjoy!!

I’ve seen the world, done it all

Had my cake now

Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now

When you interviewed for a job at NCIS in New Orleans, you were a young and eager cop. Only a few years out of the academy, you had made more cases than most could make in their entire career. Your boss and partner both pushed you to apply after you expressed interest in NCIS. A few days after your interview, you received a call from none other than Dwayne Pride. You had been chosen for his team.

Hot summer nights, mid July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you’d play with me like a child

It began with slight flirting, just for fun. You never meant to get involved with your boss, but things soon escalated. You were both experts at keeping your work and personal lives separate. You two weren’t partners anyway, so for the most part, it was easy to not let feelings get in the way of doing your jobs.

A few months in, Pride asked you out for drinks after work. The two of you made your way to a jazz club, where you drank and danced and drank some more. Pride twirled you around and around until you had no memories of what happened that night. The next morning, you woke up naked in your boss’s bed.

Will you still love me

When I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me

When I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will

I know that you will

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

Six months after that night, and you were still going steady with Pride. He was the perfect gentleman, and working together had only brought the two of you closer. You were only a few years older than his daughter, but he always made sure you knew that age wasn’t a problem between the two of you.

Your partner, Tammy Gregorio, kept telling you she ‘sensed’ that Pride was going to propose soon, but you weren’t so sure. Of course you had a strong bond and everyone believed you were a match made in heaven, but it made you nervous to think that you might have to leave the team. Sure, two co-workers dating could be overlooked, but married co-workers? Especially between an agent and their superior? You didn’t think so.

I’ve seen the world, lit it up

As my stage now

Channeling angels in a new age now

Hot summer days, rock and roll

The way you play for me at your show

And all the ways, I got to know

Your pretty face and electric soul

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, and you were out on a walk around New Orleans. You barely ever got a day off, but you made sure to enjoy it while you could. All of a sudden, you were being pushed into a black SUV, door locking behind you. You pulled your gun out of your holster until you recognized your captor: FBI Agent Isler.

“What do you want, Isler?” You asked, remaining calm and collected. You knew this man well, and you knew whatever it was he needed help with had to be important. Isler never dropped by just to say hello.

“Hello, Agent (y/l/n). The FBI needs your help on an undercover mission in Los Angeles. Once we get to the motel, I’ll give you the case file. It’s a highly classified operation involving corrupt Naval officers and a drug trafficking ring.” Isler said, shifting the car into drive. “Wait! Isler, I didn’t agree to this. Stop the car, now,” you demanded.

“I’m sorry, Agent (y/l/n), but you don’t really have a choice. This is a joint investigation between the FBI and NCIS, and you were picked by the big boys. I’m the only person in Louisiana who knows about this, and we’re keeping it that way.” You rode the rest of the drive in silence, until Isler parked in front of a decrepit motel on the outskirts of the city. The motel room was stale and unwashed, the air thick with swamp water.

“We’ll be staying here for a couple of days to prepare you for your mission. Once you step off that plane in Los Angeles, your undercover identity will be all you know. You will eat, sleep, and breathe this mission from start to finish, Agent (y/l/n).”

“How long do you think I’ll be gone?” You asked, afraid of the answer. Isler looked at the ground for a moment, then passed you a box of hair dye. Black. The girl on the picture seemed happy with her hair color, but you weren’t so sure.

Will you still love me

When I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me

When I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will

I know that you will

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

“Hard to tell. Could just be a few months. Eight, maybe. Possibly a few years. Hopefully nothing more than five, six.” Five years? Six? You would be in your thirties by then. How different would things be? Pride might find someone else. Forget about you. The whole team would probably forget about you, by then.

“There’s one other thing,” Isler trails, “by now, your family and friends will be receiving the news of your gruesome death.”

-

Today was your last day in New Orleans, and you didn’t know for how long. After three days stuck in a hotel room with Raymond Isler, memorizing your new persona (Heather Watson from Montana, by the way), you were going stir-crazy. That was how you convinced him to let you attend your funeral. He thought you were crazy, you knew you were crazy, but Isler did feel bad. He knew about you and Pride’s relationship, and since he couldn’t give you Pride, the least he could do was give you closure.

The balcony of St. Patrick’s had been closed off due to unstable ground, but you arrived early in order to slip up to the balcony, lay on your stomach, and peer through the small slit under the bench. To your surprise, everyone you had ever worked with at NOPD and more had arrived. Friends from the academy flew in, and family members you hadn’t seen in years were there. You felt so, so horrible for tricking them like this. For this hole you had gotten into and you probably wouldn’t ever get out of. Six years undercover, living and breathing the life of someone you weren’t? You’d rather die, maybe. Rather die as yourself than live as Heather Watson. You only wished you could’ve said goodbye.

Dear lord, when I get to heaven

Please let me bring my man

When he comes tell me that you’ll let him in

Father tell me if you can

All that grace, all that body

All that face, makes me wanna party

He’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

You knew it was all over for you when Pride arose from his seat, wearing his black suit. You could see the tissue peeking out from his pocket, full of tears he cried for you. “(y/n) (y/l/n) was the strongest, most determined, an’ most loving human I have ever known. I knew she was the one from the day I laid eyes on her. I hope she knew how much I loved ‘er, and how much all of us at NCIS appreciated her. She’s always been a light-” Dwayne’s voice broke. The occasional tear spilled down his cheek. You could hear the desperation caught in his throat, the need to wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was going to be okay. But as far as he knew, you would be six feet under in a few hours. A closed casket for the horrific boating accident you died in. Your limp body caught in the blades. They could barely piece your limbs back together.

“-I was plannin’ on proposing to her at dinner Sunday night. I had this diamond ring picked out, and now it’s just sittin’ in the box. I wished I could’ve said somethin’, wished I coulda saved her. She- she was tha love of my life, and I know she’d want us to remember her as a dedicated cop and a-a beautiful young woman who was gone- gone too-” Pride choked out, sobs overtaking his body. You could feel your heart breaking into microscopic pieces as Chris got up from his seat and assisted Dwayne. They sat down and Chris gave Pride’s shoulder a quick squeeze in solidarity. The rest of your team respectfully placed a hand on Dwayne’s back for his courage in facing your memory, your mourners. Your family, his future family. If only it hadn’t been for this goddamn mission.

Tears rolled down your face. Oh, how you missed the comfort of Dwayne’s arms wrapped around you when things got tough, when you became sad and he was the only one who could help. Now, even less than a hundred feet apart, it felt like there were planets between you. He was going to propose? Tammy had been right all along.

-

Your silent sobs combined with your uncomfortably warm outfit and position in the hot balcony suddenly prompted your exit. It was easy to slip out of the church unnoticed as your sibling gave a heartwarming speech about your childhood. Isler was sitting in his car in the parking lot, working on his computer, when you knocked on the window. He unlocked the door and let you in. “How was it?” He asked without looking up. “I shouldn’t have gone. Big mistake. Pride was supposed to propose to me that night. This is sick, Isler. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I might as well be, for what it’s worth,” you fumed, tears clouding your vision. You weren’t thinking straight.

“We’re going to have to drive to a more concealed position. I just have to get a few more papers emailed from HQ and we’ll be all set to head back to the motel. From there, I’ll drive you to MSY and you’ll get on your flight. Then, it’ll be out of my hands and into the hands of your new FBI case agent.”

-

You sat in the parking lot of an abandoned building. You knew it was near NCIS, which made it near Pride’s bar, which was where your reception was going to be held. The place you once dreamed of marrying Pride in, dancing to the jazz music as newlyweds. Now, it would never happen. You weren’t dumb; you knew with an undercover operation this long, it was likely someone would find out your secret and brutally murder you. As long as you got intel, that was all that mattered. No one cared if you were collateral damage.

Before either of you knew it, you were reaching across Isler at the speed of light and unlocking the passenger door. “(Y/n), wait!” Isler yelled, chasing you as you ran away from his car. Something told him where you would be heading.

Will you still love me

When I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me

When I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will

You knew the song, one of your favorites. It reminded you of your and Pride’s whirlwind relationship, of the appeal and the secrecy, the pure love and affection. Percy was singing, the only flaw in her beautiful voice being the rawness in her throat from crying. Pride was next to her on the piano, playing along what he knew from when you would sing with him. When you didn’t have a care in the world, when it was you and Dwayne and no one else. Nothing standing between your love for each other.

Suddenly, the music stops and people crowd around Pride’s piano. Laurel, your co-workers new and old, and your family stood behind Dwayne as he picked up his glass from the top of the piano, raising it as far as his arm could extend. You couldn’t see him, but you heard his voice ring out, “a toast to (y/n), tha best cop I’ve ever known. wherever you are, babe, I hope you’re raisin’ some hell.” to which everyone joined in, “cheers!” Tears fell down your face as you watched as Pride began your favorite song once again, reminding you how you fell in love with the man with an electric soul.

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

Will you still love me when I’m not young and beautiful?

[stanathanxoox]

Raymond Isler and Dwayne Pride Masterlist 16/03/2019

Dwayne Pride and Raymond Isler

I Know

How Am I Attracted To You 

I Need A Favour

Domestic

Regret

Didn’t I?

Late Night

Lead Me

 Just A Little Too Close

Trapped With You

Oh!

Is This A Special Occasion?

[quanticowrites]

I finished all my other prompts! 💙 Time for some more! Send as many as you want! Just don't drown me in them lol

100+ Followers Celebration

1. “I apologise in advance for the inconvenience my murder is going to have on your life.”

2. “I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”

3. “Murder wasn’t on today’s agenda.” “It’s not on anyone’s.” “No, it’s on mine, just not until next Thursday.”

4. “Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

Keep reading

[improvidus]

The One About Naps

Warnings | None

Rating | K+

Genres | Friendship, Humor, Family, 5+1

Characters | Tammy Gregorio (POV), Patton Plame, Sonja Percy, Christopher LaSalle, Dwayne Pride, Loretta Wade, Raymond Isler

Pairings | Persalle (undertones)

Word Count | 4K

Summary: Five times Gregorio finds her new co-workers sleeping in strange places, and one time they find her.

1. Percy

The first time it happened, Gregorio was pouring herself a cup of coffee. She had yet to acquire a taste for the “essence de chicorée,” but with the way this case was going—had been going, non-stop, for nearly forty-six hours, now—she needed every drop of caffeine she could get. She had just finished a brief stint of sleep on the sofa upstairs, but she was fairly certain it had left her more exhausted than before.

She blew a stray strand of hair out of her eyes and reached for the container of sugar, growling when the little metal spout fought her as she tried to open it. Under normal circumstances, she didn’t take sugar, but she was banking on the chance that if she dumped in enough, it would give her the high she needed to last a few more hours. She clanked her spoon around inside a few times before tapping the loose drops free and tossing it in the sink. A couple of boxes of pizza had been left on the table and she grabbed a slice of Hawaiian, tearing off a bite and making a face. It had long ago gone cold. She swiped up a paper plate and shook her head, grumbling under her breath.

She was about to head back to her desk when she tripped, letting out a less-than-dignified yelp as she flailed to catch herself, wrapping her arms around a chair and spewing an impressive stream of colorful words as coffee sloshed over her hands and her paper plate fell to the floor. Her pizza would have gone with it, were it not still hanging from her clenched teeth. Balance regained, she looked down to see what she had tripped over. The lights in the kitchen were dim, but she could just see the toe of a small black combat boot peeking out from beneath the table. She frowned. Someone had left their shoes in the floor?

Unless…

She set her mug on the counter, slapped her pizza, plate-less, beside it, and got down on her hands and knees, squinting into the shadows under the table. Gregorio felt her eyebrows climb.

There, sprawled on her stomach in the middle of the floor, was Sonja Percy, sound asleep. At least, soundly enough that Gregorio plowing over her foot hadn’t seemed to make a dent. Her head was pillowed on her arms, right foot tucked beneath her left knee. At first glance, Gregorio had thought she was covered by a small blanket, but a closer look revealed it to be a jacket—or, more specifically, a shirt-jack. A denim shirt-jack. LaSalle’s denim shirt-jack.

She smirked. Interesting.

The way the garment was able to fully cover not only her trunk but half the length of her legs,  as well, paired with the way she was scowling in her sleep only served to reinforce the “grumpy warrior dwarf” image Gregorio had had when she first met Percy.

“You havin’ some kinda breakdown down there, or were you just tired of chairs?”

Gregorio straightened so fast she nearly whacked her head on the table’s edge. Patton was stopped in the doorway that led to the courtyard, his head cocked, eyeing her quizzically where she squatted in the floor.

“No, I just—” She broke off, gesturing at the sleeping form before her.

Patton caught sight of the wayward toe and a knowing look crossed his face. “Who is it?”

“Percy. Does she do this often?” Gregorio was unable to hide her surprise at Patton’s lack thereof.

He snorted. “Girl, you got no idea. They all do. Cases go long like this, they catch their Z’s whenever—and wherever—they can. They just plop down wherever they at, and abracadabra—they out light a light.” He straightened his tie and patted it back beneath his vest. “Dang near given me heart attacks on more than one occasion.”

Gregorio frowned, turning her attention back to Percy as she processed this new information. She was growing accustomed to her colleagues’ laid back work environment, but this was…She shook her head. “Wow.”

“You’re tellin’ me. I almost ran over LaSalle, once.”

Her ankles and the backs of her knees complained as she straightened, scooping up her plate and chucking it before she retrieved her mug and took another bite of pizza. “Now that’s a story I wanna hear.” They made their way back into the bullpen, leaving Percy to her strange napping grounds.

2. Sebastian

The second time it happened, she had been sent to the lab to see how Sebastian was doing with the forensic analysis of some powdery substance they had found on their killer’s most recent vic. That made six, total. For now. She ran a hand over her face and sighed, offering up a short prayer that their gangly forensic geek would be in an English-speaking mood before rapping on the pane of glass in the door and breezing through. “Sebastian, where are you with the—”

She frowned. The man in question was nowhere to be seen. “Sebastian?”

There was no response.

She ducked back into the hall and poked her head into the morgue. Even Wade was showing signs of exhaustion. If they didn’t catch this guy soon...“Hey, Doc! Sebastian in here?”

“Hello, Tammy. I’m afraid not. You checked the lab? He was in there just a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah, I didn’t see him. Huh. That’s okay, I’ll just wait for him. Probably just went to the bathroom or something.”

Back in the lab, Gregorio picked up one of Sebastian’s dolls (“Action figures, Gregorio. They’re action figures. Have some class.”) and fiddled with it as she leaned back against his desk. A few minutes ticked by, and there was still no sign of Sebastian. She shook her head, slamming the doll back down on the desk, and was about to go looking for him when she heard a contented sigh.

She straightened, frowning. Her hand went to her service weapon, senses on alert. What if their killer was here, in the lab? What if he’d already taken care of Sebastian? Another sound led her to a multi-layered cart. There it was again, near her feet. It was almost like a...snore.

An idea formed in her mind as she slowly crouched before the cart.

Shoving her weapon back in its holster, she blew out a huff and rolled her eyes at herself and the sight before her. Yup.

Sebastian was curled on the cart’s bottom rack, sleeping peacefully in the single most odd position she had ever seen. It looked like he had sat down cross-legged and just...folded the rest of him over his legs. His face was smashed against the metal, gentle breaths whooshing in and out through slightly puckered lips. Gregorio snorted. He looked like an over-grown baby. Or a pretzel.

She decided ripping off the proverbial band-aid was the best option in this case. Well. At least the most entertaining. “Sebastian!”

The man jerked upright, eyes going wide and then becoming slits when he smacked his head on the rack above him.

Gregorio smirked. “Sleeping Beauty awakes!”

Sebastian rubbed at his head. “That was mean.”

Gregorio shrugged, watching with some amusement as he carefully maneuvered himself out of his chosen bed. “Maybe so, but that’s what you get for napping on the job. How tall are you, anyway? What, six-two, six-three?”

“Six-two. Why?”

“Six-two. You wanna tell me how the heck you fit in that thing?”

He shrugged, stretching as he stood. “I’m flexible.”

“I noticed that.”

Sebastian’s eyes cut to hers sharply as his ears began to glow a bright red. “Oh. Did—did you—was I—”

“Oh, yeah. For sure.”

The red spread to his cheeks.

Gregorio gave his arm a pat. “Don’t worry, Pretzel Man. Your secret’s safe with me.”

3. LaSalle

Isler wasn’t supposed to be here. Not now. Anytime but now.

The team had been running on fumes for nearly a week, frantically trying to stop an impending terrorist attack. They had averted the bombing planned for a Mardi Gras parade through the Quarter two days ago, but there was no time to celebrate their victory. Their man was still on the loose. Pride and LaSalle had been working triple overtime to let the junior agents get rest where they could during the hunt, and they were beginning to look like the ghoulishly pale masks their would-be bomber left behind him. Pride was consuming coffee by the pot, and when she asked why he wasn’t taking a break, he just shook his head and said he’d sleep when they got their man. For his part, LaSalle just flashed a very subdued version of his usual grin and said he never slept much over Mardi Gras season, anyway. When she’d shoved her half-full mug of lukewarm coffee into his hands, he’d stared into it longingly for a full thirty seconds before reluctantly passing it back and shaking his head. “Can’t. Messes with my aim.”

It was now nearly ten o’clock at night on day three since the bombing attempt and tensions were high, a feeling of dread clogging their usually comfortable workspace as they waited for the next shoe to drop. Pride and Percy were interrogating their suspect’s cousin, and LaSalle was...Well, Gregorio didn’t actually know where he was, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was too busy wallowing in self-pity as she sat with her face planted in the files spread over her desk, grumbling under her breath.

And of course, that was when Isler showed up. “Am I interrupting something?”

Gregorio squinted up at him, wishing she could wipe the smug expression off of his face. “You couldn’t have called first?”

“No. For all intents and purposes, I’m not here.”

“Okay.” She sat up and pushed her hair out of her face, not allowing herself to feel sheepish about the compromising position he had found her in. He could judge from his easy chair all he wanted. No way he knew what they had been through the last few days. “If you’re not supposed to be here, why are you?”

“I may have a lead.”

She sat up straighter, all contention forgotten. “Really? That’s great, let me get Pride, and we can—”

“Text him. We won’t need backup, and he’s interrogating Miles Ortega, isn’t he?”

“How did you—” he quirked an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes. “FBI. Right.” She tugged on her jacket and pulled out her phone. “Address?”

He gave it to her, and she shot off a quick text to Pride before following him out the door. “Where’s your car?”

“I’m not here in an official capacity, remember? I took a taxi from the airport.”

“Okay. We’ll take the truck.” She climbed in the driver’s seat and sent another text, this one to LaSalle.  Got a lead. Borrowing your baby. Don’t worry, I’ll get her back to you in one piece. She smirked. Probably.

“You sending a Dear John, Gregorio? Let’s go!”

She put her phone away and made a face. “Yes, sir.”

As they pulled out into the street, a sudden burst of recorded drums and a chant of “Roll! Tide!” filled the truck. It lasted less than a second, but it was enough to nearly give Gregorio a heart attack.

Isler looked at her with raised eyebrows. “That’s your text alert? I never pegged you for an Alabama fan.”

She snorted. “I’m not. That would be LaSalle’s. He must have left his phone in here.” She frowned, feeling around for it in the center console with her free hand.

“Huh. Professional.”

“He is! Usually. We’re all a little frazzled right now, is all,” she said defensively, despite her surprise that LaSalle would have neglected to grab his phone with all of this going on. Her hand drifted into the back, shuffling through a quilt that she didn’t remember being there yesterday. “It won’t happen again.”

Isler shrugged and looked out the window as Gregorio continued patting down the quilt. Where had he left his phone? She was about to give up, deciding she’d search for it later, when her hand came into contact with a limp something that was very hot, very rough, and very dry.

A hand.

She let out a squawk and the truck swerved a little as she jerked her hand back.

“Gregorio, what the—”

“I—there’s a—” LaSalle. It had to be LaSalle. That would explain the phone. And the quilt. Her jaw clenched. “Sorry, I um—I think that quilt has been on a few too many camping trips. There was a spider or something.”

“You’re afraid of spiders?”

She leveled a steely glare on Isler. “Are you gonna sit there and tell me you’re not?”

He shifted in his seat and returned to looking out the window. “No comment.”

“That’s what I thought.” She glued her eyes to the road ahead and cautiously reached back beneath the quilt to find the hand again. It squeezed her fingers. Uh-huh. Her eyes narrowed. She patted around until she found what she guessed to be chest or stomach and smacked it. Hard. There was a hollow thunking sound and a soft “oomph!” She smiled. Stomach, then.

Isler’s eyes cut from her to the quilt piled between the front and back seats a few times before lingering on her, eyebrow quirked, mouth opening and closing once, twice, and then again before he wisely chose to leave his questions unasked.

She spared him a prim glance. “Spider. Got it.”

4. Loretta

“Hey, Doc, you in here?” Percy poked her head in the door of the morgue and stopped short. “Well, now.”

Gregorio leaned in to see over her shoulder. “What?” She blinked. “Oh. That’s, uh, that’s a new one.”

“Yeah. Should we, uh—”

“Nah. She’s been on her feet for even longer than we have on this one.”

Percy shot her a doubtful look.

“Okay, well. At least as long,” she amended.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Percy broke it. “She looks so…”

“Peaceful.”

“Yeah.” Percy’s face scrunched up. “She’s been in this line of work too long.”

“For sure.”

A beat.

Gregorio shifted on her feet. “This making you uncomfortable, too?”

“Oh, heck yeah.”

“Great, just checking.”

Gregorio didn’t notice the door to Sebastian’s lab open and close until a whisper, loud, hot, and mockingly conspiratorial, brushed past her ear. “What’re y’all lookin’ at?”

The girls whipped around in unison to find LaSalle, smirking down at them and looking very pleased with himself.

Percy put a finger to her lips and shushed him fiercely, despite the fact that her yelp as a result of his whisper had been much louder than the whisper itself.

He held up placating hands. “Sorry. Seriously, though. What’s so—” he broke off, eyebrows shooting up as his head cocked to one side. “Well, there’s something I never thought I’d see.”

“You and me both,” Gregorio said, shaking her head.

LaSalle joined their stack—his chin jutting over Gregorio’s shoulder, Gregorio’s over Percy’s.

The solemn silence was shattered by a loud shutter sound. The girls jumped and swiveled again. LaSalle was holding his phone aloft, grinning down at the photo he had just taken.

They glared.

He threw his hands out indignantly. “What? King would never believe me if I don’t get some photographic evidence of...this.” He waved vaguely towards the sight before him.

Gregorio considered for a minute before shrugging. “That’s fair.”

Percy pulled the door shut gently and stood on tiptoes to see past LaSalle’s shoulder. “Well, let’s see it, Country Mouse!”

Gregorio stationed herself at his other shoulder as he turned his screen so they could both see the photo of Loretta Wade, curled contentedly beneath a white sheet, sound asleep on the morgue’s only available autopsy table.

5. Pride

Gregorio’s nose twitched as it noticed a strange element joining the mouth-watering scent of Pride’s Louisiana-famous gumbo. She looked up from her paperwork. Something was burning.

She waited a moment, expecting to hear Pride scrambling around in an attempt to rescue his food, but all was silent in the kitchen. Frowning, she stood and followed her nose to find Pride standing at the stove, one hand at his side, the other loosely gripping a wooden spoon. The spoon was poised to stir the gumbo, but it wasn’t stirring. Gregorio watched for a moment as he just stood there, unmoving.

“Pride?”

Nothing.

“Hey, boss.”

Nada.

“Okay, you’re starting to freak me out, here.”

Nope.

She crossed the room, coming to a halt when she reached his side, hand going out to take his arm. “Pride, are you o—” she dropped her hand to her side as Pride released a loud snore. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me. You too?”

Another snore.

“Pride.”

Snore.

“Pride!”

No dice.

She took his arm urgently. “Your gumbo’s burning!”

Pride jerked and choked on a snore, his stirring starting up again before his eyes were fully open. He blinked. “Gregorio?”

“The one and only. I thought an experienced cook like yourself would know better than to fall asleep at the stove??”

Pride sighed and waved her off. “It wasn’t intentional. I’m good now. The team needs to eat.”

“The team can get take-out. You need to sleep. Seriously.” She took the spoon from him. “Sonja can’t eat this, anyway. I’ll call the mice twins and have them pick something up on their way back.”

Pride scoffed and shook his head. “You’ve all been working so hard on this one. I wanted to do somethin’ nice for y’all.”

“And we appreciate that, Pride. We do. But you’ve been going just as hard as the rest of us, and honestly…” she glanced at the scorching gumbo and flicked the burner off before putting a hand on Pride’s arm. “I think the nicest thing you could do for us right now is to get some sleep before you burn this place down, yeah?”

Pride chuckled. “You may be right.”

“Oh, I’m right.” She put a hand on his back and herded him to the door. “Go sleep. The case will be here when you wake up, and so will we. If I know LaSalle and Percy, there’ll probably even be some po’ boys.”

Pride turned to face her. “Are you sure? I can—”

“I’m sure. Positive. Go sleep.”

He raised his eyebrows at the commanding tone her voice had taken on. “You do remember that I’m your boss, right?”

“Yep. Always. Now get out of here.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “All right, you win. I’m goin’.” He took exactly five steps before turning back. “If you find anything—”

“We’ll call you. Go. Sleep. We got this.”

“Alright. Okay. Okay, I’m goin’.”

Gregorio stepped out into the courtyard and watched with arms crossed and eyebrow quirked until his door closed behind him. Then she fired off a jubilant fist-pump and pulled out her phone. “Hey, Percy. You’ll never guess what I just pulled off.”

+1. Gregorio

“Hey, you seen Gregorio recently?”

LaSalle looked up from the sea of paperwork his desk was drowning in to see Percy standing in the kitchen doorway, hands on her hips, face scrunched in the way that made her nose crinkle a little. He straightened out the smirk that tried to form on his face at the sight. “Not since I got back from Miss Loretta’s. Why? What’s up?”

“Nothin’s up, really, I just wanted to get her opinion on Arlan Kyle’s file. Let her work her profiling magic and jazz. But she’s not in the kitchen, she’s not in Patton’s office, the courtyard is a ghost yard.”

“You check upstairs?”

She sent him a Look and the smirk threatened to resurface. “Of course I did. I even checked the interrogation rooms. Zero. Zilch. Nada.”

“Huh. Maybe she’s out chasin’ down a lead, or something.”

Percy looked doubtful. “Without telling anyone? That’s not Gregorio.” Her eyes took on a mischievous glint. “You, on the other hand...”

“That was one time.”

“Yeah, and Brody and I almost shot you that one time.” She put air-quotes around the last two words.

“One could argue that I almost shot you and Brody.”

“Yeah, okay. Believe what you want to, Country Mouse, but the point is, taking off alone, without telling anybody, is a monumentally dumb idea and Gregorio isn’t monumentally dumb.”

LaSalle squinted at the implied insult. “Somebody’s playing hardball tonight.”

“Aw, sorry. You’re not always dumb.” Her tone changed abruptly from condescending sugar to bored chagrin. “But when you are, it’s monumental.”

LaSalle rolled his eyes, but couldn’t quite stifle his laugh. “Yeah, okay. I’ll give you that one. But you better watch yourself, City Mouse. Next time you do somethin’ stupid I’m gonna be on you like buzzards on week-old roadkill.”

Percy made a face as she sat down at her desk. “Well, that’s a lovely mental image. But you’re gonna be waitin’ a while, Country Mouse. You got nothin’ on me.”

“Yet.” Chris rooted around in the desk’s top drawer and came up with an empty box. “You got a paperclip?”

“Ran out this morning. Check Gregorio’s?”

LaSalle rose and stretched, ambling over to Gregorio’s desk and pulling open a drawer. His eyebrows shot up as he took in the haphazard tangle of office supplies. “She’s got a whole danged arsenal in here!” Boxes of staples, spare pencil leads, scotch tape, zebra pens, and there—paper clips. “Think fast.” He chucked a box at Percy, slinging it far enough that she shot back in her chair to catch it, barely  slamming her feet down in time to save herself from toppling backward.

She held the small package aloft, a triumphant smirk on her face. “Read ‘em and weep, LaSalle.”

“Can’t blame a guy for tryin’.” His grin abruptly turned to a frown when his shoe brushed against something hard under the desk. He moved his foot around a little. Whatever it was, it was large. He braced a hand on the desktop and crouched to take a look. The grin returned full tilt as his head popped back up. “Pssst. Percy!”

She looked up. “Why are you on the floor?”

He held a finger to his lips and beckoned her over.

She crossed to the desk, a frown gathering on her face. “Why are we whispering?”

“Look.”

She stepped behind him, bending a little to follow his gaze. “What are you—” She broke off when she caught sight of Tammy Gregorio curled beneath her desk, face resting on prayer hands. Percy clapped a hand over her mouth, but LaSalle still heard the giggle that bubbled free.

He grinned back at her, mouthing “busted.”

“She’s gonna be so embarrassed when she wakes up!”

“Yeah. There goes all her ammo for teasin’ us about our sleeping habits. Hey, toss me my jacket?”

She tiptoed away and was back a moment later, pressing the cool leather into his hand. He spread it over the newbie as warily as if she were a poisonous snake that might strike if he moved too quickly. But she didn’t stir. Gaining confidence, he rearranged it a little, trying in vain to find a way to fully cover her. Despite her all-but fetal position, his best efforts still left her socked feet exposed.  He ran a hand over his mouth and nodded. “I guess that’ll have to—”

“Think fast!” Percy’s voice hissed across the bullpen and he looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of her wicked grin before his head snapped back and his face was engulfed in denim. He peeled it away and did his best to keep his unimpressed glare from cracking as she threw her arms in the air and shout-whispered, “She scores! The crowd goes wild! Ahhhhh!”

His laughter got the best of him as he shook his head and tucked the jacket over Gregorio’s exposed feet. “You’re some kinda special, you know that, Percy?”

“Oh, come on. You know you love me.”

LaSalle was suddenly very grateful for the desk that concealed his face.

A/N: This one was so fun to write!!!! I’d never written a 5+1 fic before, but...I think I’ll have to write more. That was FUN. Didn’t feel like work at all. But that may be due to how entertaining the characters are? I love writing for them. Fun fact, Sebastian’s “pretzel position” may or may not be based on my favorite way to sleep. Kudos, props, and candy to anyone who caught the VeggieTales reference!

Feedback always, always appreciated. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, lovely soul! It means more to me than you’ll ever know. Don’t forget to drink water today! And maybe eat a cake. Or an apple. Something to make your heart happy. I love you. Jesus loves you. Have a marvelous day, you!

Author out.

[ncis-nola-ponderings-and-others]

The ncis pupper

Tammy: *materialises by Isler who is sorting papers at the spare ncis desk* Daad? Can I getta dawg?

Isler: What? No. You work a lot Gregorio.

Tammy: *sneaks over to Pride in the kitchen* Daaaaad? Can I getta dawg?

Pride: Sure New York, I love dogs. ^-^ ———————-

*Tammy arrives some time later with dog in her arms*

Pride: Aww, you picked one! ^-^

I: Wha— I thought I said no Gregorio??

Both: You said yes/no? …………………….Gregoriooooooo!!

*snuggling the floof closer both Tammo and doggo give the biggest eyes and pouty face combo ever seen*

I: Nooooo, don’t you give us that look, either of you!

P:………….. Naaaaaaw <:( It’s ok.

I: Dwayne! No it's not! Don’t give into her!

P: But look at their faces Raymond. <:)

I: -_-

P: I know I know, she shouldn’t 'a asked both of us but she did adopt a little dog that needed a home.

I: *still not impressed* -_-

P: You have a point…. Gregorio? 

T: *books it out ncis with pupper*

I: Pride, after her! She’s getting away!

P: She’s not a perp Raymond.

I: But she has unauthorised dog possession.

P:…Imma go make some pancakes.

I: Pride!!! *chases after her anyway*

[dwaynepride]

isler: enters the room

pride: [BREATHES IN BISEXUAL]

[quanticowrites]

Hey y'all it's me ya boi (Raymond Isler x Reader)

•• For anon 💜 This was fun to write! Enjoy! ••

You drove through the streets of New Orleans, the car wracked by the eerie silence of the mission. Raymond sat in the passenger seat. Occasionally fiddling with the New Orleans Saints Baseball cap he had on.

“You look fine, Raymond.” You said with a smile as he pulled down the mirror to look at himself.

“I don't look like I'm trying to hard? I don't want to tip them off.” He said before taking the hat off and throwing it into the backseat. “How about without the hat?” You chuckled as you pulled into the lot of the abandoned Kmart where the meet was going to take place. There was only one car in the parking lot.

“Looks like they got here first.” You took in a deep breath and sighed, grabbing the bag full of confiscated cocaine in the backseat. “Let's get this over with. NOPD is set to come charging in after ten minutes after I text the chief.” You texted ‘K’ to the chief and slipped your phone into your pocket. “Alright let's go.” You and Isler stepped out of the car and watched as two other people walked out of the other car.

“Hey y'all, it's me, ya boi.” Isler said as they approached. One tried not to smile while the other narrowed his eyes.

“What my partner here is trying to say is we've got the drugs if you've got the money.” You narrowed your eyes at Isler. “He spends too much time on the damn internet.” One man motioned for the other to go grab something from the car. You nodded your head to Raymond and he went to grab the drugs.

“Real piece of work ya got there.” The man gruffly stated and you sighed.

“Tell me about it. I think his mom dropped him on his head too many times as a kid.” You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to keep from showing your nerves. The NOPD could show up anytime now. It was almost if they'd heard you because in the next second five squad cars came flying in with their sirens blaring. The man tried to run but he ran right into his friend and they both fell to the ground. You grabbed your gun from the back of your pants and stepped on the back of the one on top.

“Don't move unless you want a bullet in your back, jackass.” You stepped back as NOPD took over and you headed back to Raymond at the car. You rolled your eyes at him.

“What the hell were you trying to do? Tip them off?” You slammed the door as you got back into the driver's seat.

“No, I was trying to be relatable. Young. Hip.” You let out a curt laugh.

“Raymond, you are none of those things.” He went quiet as you pulled out of the lot and you reached over and grabbed his hand. “You don't need to be those things, you’re a great agent being just the way you are.” He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Please, (y/n), I don't need to talk about feelings with you. I have a therapist for that.”

“You see a therapist?”

“I was being sarcastic.” You giggled and leaned back in your seat.

“Fine, I won't talk to you about your feelings if you don't ever talk like that on an op again.”

“Agreed.”

Tag list: @stanathanxoox , @nikkiwierden , @malindacath , @havlindzk , @countrygal17a , @octobersmog , @memyselfandmaddox , @mizzezm , @diaryofafan17 , @emmitheacefangirl , @captain-dwayne-pride , @a-sad-excuse-of-everything