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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 10 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You missed out on a lot of things when you lived in Chicago, because you didn't want to do them without Bradley. On a very important trip, you and he both visit the city together.

Warnings: Fluff, smut and swears

Length: 1500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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Five Months Later...

"I can't believe we're willingly flying to Chicago in January," you complained with a bright smile on your face.

"This was your idea, Sugar," Bradley reminded you, holding up both boarding passes for the airline gate agent to scan. "It's not too late to stay in Vegas or fly to Fiji like I originally wanted."

"No, no. We're going to Chicago together," you told him, taking his hand as you boarded your flight from Las Vegas to O'Hare. Bradley spun your rings around on your finger as you located your seats and settled in.

"Chicago in January. Two days before a blizzard is due to arrive. Are we about to go on the shittiest honeymoon ever?" he asked, kissing your lips.

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Listen, we just had Elvis marry us yesterday on the Vegas strip. We had a quickie wedding after being engaged for five weeks, and I'm not even pregnant. Now we're about to get snowed in together in Chicago. You'll be stuck in a room with me for a week. I don't think a conventional honeymoon is what we needed, Beer Boy."

Bradley tipped his head back and laughed. "Actually, now that you mention it, being snowed in with you sounds like a dream, Sugar. What am I even complaining about?"

"I don't know," you whispered against his scars. "You get me and Chicago deep dish pizza around the clock if you want it."

"I want it," he confirmed. "You can feed me pizza naked in bed after we have sex. And then I'll get hard again, we can have sex again, and you can feed me more pizza. It sounds like the perfect week. Chicago in January is everything I ever wanted."

You were shaking with silent laughter as the flight attendant went over the safety instructions, and soon you were in the air. And then you fell asleep on your husband's shoulder. Bradley jostled you awake in time to see the city all lit up against a snowy backdrop as the plane descended into Chicago.

"Are you ready for this?" you asked, standing next to him with your bags, about to walk outside to get a taxi. "It's three degrees out there."

"Yeah, I'm ready," Bradley mumbled, but he looked scared. "No problem."

Once you and he were outside, he was practically crying as you took care of hailing a ride to the hotel. "You have thin Californian blood now," you told him as he snuggled up next to you in the back seat. You kissed his icy cold nose and forehead as you headed through the city where you lived for four years during grad school. "It's embarrassing, Bradley. I married a Californian."

He shivered in your arms and said, "We're both Virginians, Sugar. I just hate being cold."

You were playing with his hair and kissing along his ear as he melted into you. Every time you thought about the crazy juxtaposition that your life had become, you felt tears in your eyes. You had missed Bradley terribly when you were living in Chicago and still even after you graduated with your PhD. So it just felt right that he was here with you now.

"That's where I got my second tattoo," you whispered as the taxi drove slowly down a side street.

Bradley looked out the window and smiled. "Should be a historic landmark."

Your laughter filled the small space as he kissed you. Then he paid the cab fare, and you had never seen him move as fast as he did when he hauled all of the luggage inside to the warm hotel lobby.

"Let's go get a good night's sleep," you told him as he carried everything to the elevator and then into the hotel room.

"We're not sleeping," he said, shaking his head. "You're going to snuggle with me until I'm warm again, which could take hours, and then I'm fucking you for the rest of the night."

He wasn't lying. You pulled him into bed with you, and held his body close, softly kissing him and telling him how happy you were.

"I love you, Sugar. I loved you ten years ago, and I love you today, and I'll still be loving you ten years from now."

Slowly and meticulously, he undressed you beneath the blankets, touching and kissing each new bit of skin as it was exposed. He took extra time and gave extra attention to your tattoos, just like he always did.

"I've been in love with you since the first time you wore my bathrobe," he told you before pressing his lips to the valley between your breasts as you giggled. "No, before that. Since the first time I watched you put a bottle of beer to your perfect lips." He kissed his way up to your mouth, lingering there until you were sighing against him.

"You've been in love with me since you met me then? Is that what you're trying to say, Beer Boy?"

He groaned as he slid his length inside you. "God, I fucking love it when you call me that. Every single time. And yes, Sugar, ever since I met you."

You made love to your husband all night, your hands and eyes roving over his body as you told him how happy you were that you both ended up at your class reunion in Virginia. That he was at the same bar as you that night last summer.

When you both finally fell asleep, it was a long time before you woke up. Room service had already switched from breakfast to lunch, but Bradley got them to agree to send up a pot of coffee along with your lunch order. You and he ate all bundled up in bed together with the curtains open, the first flurries of snow falling outside as the storm moved in.

"We need to head out soon so we can get back before it gets dark," you told him as he sipped his coffee.

His expression looked unimpressed, but he nodded anyway. "Yeah. Let's go, Sugar."

The taxi dropped you both off at the edge of the park as the sidewalks were getting slick from the snow. There were only a few people out and about, and even in the middle of the day, the sunlight was struggling to break through the heavy, gray clouds. Bradley had his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you approached The Bean together. You stood side by side, examining if for a moment in silence.

"It's just a big, metallic bean," you said, leaning into Bradley as the wind picked up.

"I knew it would be dumb as hell, Sugar," he replied, gesturing at it with his hand like there was no good explanation for what they were seeing.

You wrapped your arms around his middle and looked up at him as you started cracking up. "I'm glad I didn't see it without you. It was worth the wait."

"You were worth the wait. The Bean, maybe less so," he replied, kissing you as you took your phone out.

After you took a bunch of selfies and texted some to Nat, you looked at Bradley and hummed. His cheeks were bright pink from the cold, and the tip of his nose was getting red. He was perfect, and he was all yours.

"Have you given much thought to a little Bradshaw bean?" you asked as snowflakes stuck on his mustache.

"Bradshaw bean?" he asked. His brow was creased before it started to smooth out. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Sugar?"

You nodded and kissed his pink cheek. "Yeah, Beer Boy. A little baby Bradshaw bean. Just something to think about."

Both of you thought about it and talked about it as you stood in front of the giant bean in the middle of a blizzard. But you didn't need to make all of your decisions right now. You weren't planning on being without Bradley ever again.

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THANK YOU for reading along on this adventure with me! Beer Boy/Man and Sugar belong together, and I'm happy she gets to take him to Chicago, even if it's during a blizzard! I hope you had as much fun as I did! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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irmise · 8 months ago

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"Thank to everyone who went on this wild ride with us! We are so grateful for your love and support - with all the love five pizzas and a wedding ring can convey!" - Danai Gurira

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queenquinzel715 · 1 year ago

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Jethro Gibbs An undercover job turns to romance

Wrd count: 4,313

Warning: adult content, knife cutting (no self harm)

Jethro Gibbs (I know nothing about the military protocols so just believe it lol)

(Y/n) P.O.V

My morning was going just like all the others. I'd wake up, eat breakfast, fill my travel mug with coffee, and go to work. However halfway through my eggs, bacon, and toast when my cell phone rings. I sigh as I place my book down, and answer.

"(L/n)." I answer.

"(Y/n) we need you to come in. We have a… well the best type hinky." I hear Abby's cheery voice.

"Okay I'll be right there." I hung up with her.

I quickly get dressed into my scrubs, pull my hair into a high ponytail. Once on the road I make a quick stop for gas, and a couple drinks for my fellow colleagues. As I walk into the NCIS building I greet security and others as I get into the elevator. I hear heavy metal music as the doors open, and it brings a smile to my face.

"Good morning, Abby." I smile at her as I place her big gulp next to her quick fingers.

"Y/n you doll." Abby gives me a big smile before she takes a sip.

"What's the big hinky?" I laugh at her excited smile.

"Well this morning Gibbs and his gang had a call to this military housing neighborhood, and found a newlywed couple completely torn apart." She informs me.

"And?" I push because I know there's more by here turning to the computer screen.

"I've already found a handful of murders that were just swept under the rug, because they didn't have any sort of evidence." She walks over to a table. "Until I figured out the weapon is both a hunter's knife, and a scalpel." She then smiles in triumph.

"It's like you're a psychic, and you just give us pieces to throw us off." I laugh with her, but it's short lived by Special Agent Gibbs walking in with a box full of evidence.

"Abby, this is for you. (Y/n) I need you upstairs." He walks back toward the door. "Thanks for getting her here, Abbs." He says just as he walks out.

I give Abby a quick look before quickly walking to the elevator. Gibbs and I stay in silence the whole way until we get to the group looking at multiple people's pictures on a screen.

"(Y/n) great." McGee says. "We need you to go on an undercover operation. I just need you to pick a male that will pass for a Marine." He runs off like I knew what he was talking about.

"Gibbs?" I look at him with a pointed look, hoping he'd fill in the spots.

"We know the killer is going after newlyweds, so you are the bride." He smirks once he's finished. "I already have an idea of who it is, but of course we need to prove I'm right. I picked you for this." He ends his speech there.

"Okay." I turn to McGee. "What do I need to do?"

The rest of the day I'm given a crash course on how the undercover business works, and once I was done with my three hours course I found out that Gibbs is going to be my husband. I returned to the gang's area, and saw Gibbs watching the others talk.

"So my dear husband, how will our wedding work, hmm? Quick courthouse, or are you just gonna throw me over your shoulder like a caveman." I joke as I sit on the corner of his desk.

"Well I was thinking the club over the head would be easier." He smirks at me when I gasp. "You asked."

"So seriously, does this start immediately today?" I ask, grabbing the file about the suspect.

"You are a free woman until tomorrow night, and then we will sign the marriage certificate. I will get my uniforms, the address we will set up, and we will begin then." He puts away his belongings, and as he stands he pulls on his coat. "Chinese or pizza?" He asks.

"Chinese." I respond as I follow behind him.

This has been a new norm for me and Gibbs for a couple months now. I was pretty bad when I had to end my engagement, because my fiance was sleeping with our neighbor. An entire five year relationship down the drain. I didn't leave the lab for two weeks before Gibbs and Abby came knocking on my door. Apparently Abby had some concerns for my sanity so she went to Gibbs, and he came straight to the lab. Ever since then he has taken me to dinner every other day, or brings me dinner in the lab.

Tonight, we sit inside a little Chinese restaurant eating in a comfortable silence. With Gibbs I've learned, to much relief, I don't have to speak unless I absolutely want to.

"How's the boat coming along?" I ask as we throw away our trash.

"Pain in the ass." He chuckles.

-next morning-

I walked into the office a little bit early with coffees, and sat at Gibb's desk until I saw DiNozzo walk in with Kate in a heated discussion.

"Oh please DiNozzo all because you think it's him doesn't mean it is." Kate rolls her eyes at him, but lights up when she sees me holding a coffee cup in the air for her.

"(Y/n) you've read the files right?" I give DiNozzo nod in response. "Okay so don't you think it's Corporal Simon. He just fits every creepy fib." He acts like he's shaking.

"All because he's creepy doesn't mean anything, DiNozzo." Gibbs says before I could open my mouth. "And you. Why are you at my desk?" He says in my direction.

I simply hold up the coffee cup.

"Aw lovely wife boss." DiNozzo gets smacked in the back of the head for that.

For the next couple of hours I'm with Abby in the lab testing blood samples, fingerprints, and retesting the little bit of evidence for the past murders. By two in the afternoon Gibbs came to the lab to collect me, and my bags to go to our new home. Once there we five the whole moving in show I'm giving direction to Gibbs and DiNozzo as they carry furniture. Inside I'm dying of laughter, because every time Gibbs gives me a side eye I know he wants to tell me something smart. We had pizza delivered and sent DiNozzo back to the office.

"How do you want the sleeping arrangements to go?" I ask as I clean up the trash.

"Well I usually fall asleep in my boat." He speaks in a voice full of normalcy.

"Gibbs! That's not good." I fuss. "You told me "you can't do things that harm your body, or we won't solve shit" and look at you breaking your body down." I continued to fuss, and didn't realize Gibbs had gotten up from the table.

"Yea. I know." His voice comes right behind me as his hand drops the fork into the sink. "Then tell me where to sleep." He looks into my eyes.

"I put bedding in both rooms, so just pick one." I nervously turn back toward the sink.

"I'll take the room closer to the living room just in case." He grabs our bags by the doors, and goes toward the rooms.

Over the next couple days Gibbs, Kate, DiNozzo, and McGee have ran around the entire Marine Base to find who's actually the murder, but since I'm the stay at home wife I'm doing home things. I've taken broken down boxes to the trash, messed in the garden in the front yard, and went grocery shopping at the grocery store on base to meet other stay at home wives. As I'm taking the groceries into the house I hear a female yell hello through the front door. I secure my gun in the waist of my pants before walking to the door. A brunette woman is standing with a big smile, and a wrap covered plate.

"I didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to say hello, and welcome you to the neighborhood." She smiles at me. "My name is Christine."

"Well that's so kind. I'd invite you inside, but the place is a complete mess." I give a smile as I take the plate.

"Oh I understand. I just wanted to drop off some sweets, and let you know if you need anything I can help. I work in the main office, so I can pull some strings." She gives me a wink.

"Well that's comforting to know." I laugh. "Thank you again, but I have to get dinner started before my husband Jethro comes home." I give a small wave as I shut the door watching her walk down the driveway.

I place the plate on the counter as I call Gibbs.

"Yes Mrs. Gibbs?" He answers.

"I was wondering when you will be back. I just met the most wonderful person." I vaguely respond.

"Be back in an hour. Everything okay?" He asks quietly.

"Yes, perfectly fine." I reassure him, and he hangs up.

Just like clockwork, an hour later Gibbs, and Kate walk through the door. I'm pulling the chicken out of the oven as Kate walks into the kitchen.

"Smells great (y/n)." She comments.

"Thank you. I love cooking." I hand her a plate, which she takes with a great smile.

"So who was this neighbor you met today?" Gibbs gets to the point as I walk to the table where they have everything set up.

"A woman named Christine. She didn't exactly say she was a neighbor, just that she worked in the main office and could pull some strings in case I needed anything, and handed me the plate of cookies there on the counter." I say pointing to the still wrapped plate. "Told her I had to get dinner ready for my new husband Jethro." As I fill him in on what else happened in my day I'm fixing both of our plates, because I realized he hasn't even looked in the kitchen direction.

"She does have access to high documents, and can cut through a lot of red tape." Gibbs informs me, and gives me a thank you nod when he takes the plate.

"Wait, can I see the witness report again?" I ask, and Kate hands it to me.

I read through the report, and found where a witness saw a brunette white woman, with long legs, short torso, and pointed face. I place the paper down as I point out the passage I read.

"This describes Christine." I inform them.

"I figured." Gibbs sighs. "We'll follow up on this in the morning. Thank you." He holds up the paper as he drinks the rest of his beer.

Once dinner is over Kate leaves. Gibbs goes to the garage, and I to the bath. I can't help but think how this is so simple for us. How we fit into the role perfectly, but I know it has to end. After I clean the rest of the kitchen I come out to find Gibbs glaring at the evidence board from the garage door. I take his empty bottle, replacing it with a new one.

"You already know who's doing this, don't you?" I lean against the table.

He leans next to me with his arms crossed.

"My gut tells me it's Christine. The evidence we have points to her office." He shakes his head.

I give him a hum in response as I stand on my feet. I can feel his eyes watching me while I walk toward my room. I do turn back at him with a soft smile before going to the door. I throw on my tank top and shorts for bed, and end up just laying there in frustration. I haven't had any sort of touch since my ex, but I can't do anything like that here with Gibbs' falcon hearing. I lay there for three hours until I've had enough, and I throw the blankets off me. I grumble under my breath as I open my bedroom door, but I quietly walk down the hall to the kitchen. I pull pb&j stuff out only for the garage door to open. I grab the large knife from the knife stand, and throw it at the door, only for it to get stuck in the doorframe.

"Whoa! It's me." Gibbs holds his hands up as he comes into the light better.

"Oh my God Jethro I'm so sorry." I run toward him, but he grabs my hand before I could grab his.

"Good throw." He keeps my hands into his one while he pulls the knife out of the wall.

"Good throw?! Gibbs, that's all you can say?" I keep freaking out.

"I thought it was Jethro." He looks into my eyes with a smirk.

He lets go of my hands to go put the knife back. He then starts making a sandwich.

"I…well..it just came out." I stumble over my words, and my face heats up.

"I think you should get used to calling me Jethro." He keeps his back to me while he speaks.

I'm too nervous to say anything, but he soon turns with two sandwiches in his hands. He holds out one to me with a paper towel wrapped around it as he takes a bite of his.

"Thank you Jethro." I smile as I take the sandwich.

We end up sitting on the counter, and Jethro telling me stories. We laugh, I joke about his military days, and he jokes about my technical "support" skills. The sun is starting to rise as my eyes become heavy.

"You should go get some sleep." He softly says.

"You're right, but so should you." I look over at him as he gets down.

"I will." He softly holds my arm as I get off the counter.

We separate into our rooms, and he is gone by the time I wake up. I stay inside for the day, and just watch movies. My phone rings as I'm stepping into the bath, and it's Jethro. I sit on the side of the tubs as I answer.

"Yes Jethro?"

"I have pizza for dinner." He simply tells me.

"That's nice." I sarcastically respond, trying not to laugh.

"I'll get you garlic bread. What is that noise?" He has the most annoying hearing.

"That is the bathtub water running." I run my foot in the hot water.

"I'll be there in an hour." He then hangs up causing me to laugh.

I'm too relaxed to hear the front door opening, but when I hear doors opening I call out for Jethro. When I don't get a response I slowly get out of the bath, wrapping my house robe on. I'm about to reach for the gun I have in my nightstand when the door is burst open. I give a scream of surprise, but I'm quickly shut up by a gun being pointed at me. Christine comes creeping into the room with a hard look in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" I keep up the act, hopefully I can stall until Jethro gets here.

"Living room, now." She demands.

I timidly walk to the living room with my hands raised, and slowly sit on the couch. I watch her look around the living room, and kitchen before she comes in front of me. She points her gun at my head as she sits on the table directly in front of me.

"So tell me how long have you and hubby been together?" She asks, sounding sweet.

"Y..year." I look confused.

"Ahhh newly newlyweds." She stood to go over to the bag she had put on the loveseat. "I was with my husband for six years before we decided to get married." She turns with rope and a knife in her hands. "We then were married for two before he was deployed. He was a Marine that was sent overseas, obviously that's all he could tell me. I was kept in the dark the whole time while my husband was tortured by terrorists." She takes her seat back on the table. "Tell me what do you think Jethro would do if you were taken."

"I…I don't know. I'd hope he'd help me." I shake from her moving the knife closer.

"Sad isn't it? Shouldn't the answer be something on the lines of "he'd burn the whole world apart" or "he'd never stop looking"?" She cuts the arms of my robe open to the elbow. "You want to know what the US military does to help their Marines?" I scream from her cutting a short cut going down my arm. "Quiet!" She shoves pieces of robe into my mouth. "Four men died because the US tried to play into the terrorists computer, instead of simply allowing the terrorists into the Union, and they would let the Marines go." She cuts another line. "They could've said they would allow it, get the Marines, and then grab the terrorists!" Her voice gets louder as she goes.

I see movement from the corner of my eye, but I keep watching Christine move the knife around. She goes to cut my arm again when the front door, garage door, and backdoor open.

"Freeze NCIS!" I hear from my three favorite people.

Jethro comes in through the backdoor, DiNozzo through the garage door, and Kate comes in the front with their guns raised. Christine looks at me in surprise as she drops the knife and gun. Jethro softly grabs my face to make me lock eyes with him.

"I'm here. Come on." He helps me stand, walk to my room while the others handcuff Christine.

I'm quiet as Jethro cleans up my wounds with the first aid kit I keep in my bag. I'm so out of it my robe opens slightly, and I didn't realize until Jethro closed it more. He gives a deep sigh as he cleans up the trash.

"Thank you Jethro." I timidly tell him as he goes to walk out.

He turns back, and kisses me hard with a hand on my cheek, his other on my thigh. I grip his shirt in my hands as I kiss him back. We pull apart after a moment, and rest our heads against each other.

That night my nerves were level, and everythings calmed down. I start packing up, and put the bags in the garage for the guys to load up. Tomorrow the movers will come for the rest.

"Ready." Jethro walks up to me, grabbing my bag.

"Yes. I checked everywhere to make sure nothing was left." I tell him as we walk to his car.

"Tomorrow morning we need to meet at the director's office." He informs me, once we are on the road.

He helps me carry my bags into my apartment, and shuts the door. I softly smile at him as he walks toward me. I rest my hands on his shoulders as his hand rests on my waist. He kisses me deeply as he pulls me to his chest. I melt against him, having my fingers run along his shaved hair. I gasp when we pull back, but his warm hands moving up my back makes me softly moan.

"Room." He orders.

"Yes sir." I give him a sly smile as I walk him toward my room.

I hear him chuckle as he follows me, but once to the door he pulls me in from my waist. I throw my shirt off so I can feel his hands again. While he works on the buttons of my pants he gives me soft kisses to my neck. I lean my head against his shoulder just melting against him. The feeling of being protected feels so much more different, but amazing. He flattens his hands to slide my pants down, and he lets me walk out of them. I turn to him, locking eyes with him as I lay on my bed.

"You sure about this?" He asks me while untucking his shirt.

"I'm more than sure." I give him a straight answer.

Once he gets down to his boxers he crawls over me with a dark look in his eyes. I put my hands on his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss. His skillful hands unhook my bra, making me throw it behind him. I move my hand along his shoulders while he kisses along my neck to my chest.

"Jethro." I moan softly when his lips wrap around my nipple.

He wraps his arm around my lower back pulling me closer, biting lightly on my nipple. His other hand moves my underwear down, but once he got to my thigh, he had pulled back to snatch them off my ankles. My legs open back up for him to lay comfortably in between them. He looks me in the eyes as he slides his boxers off. My knees rest on his hips, relaxing into the bed, feeling him rub against my entrance. Him slowly entering me makes a shiver take over my body, but Jethro deeply groans. His hand grips my thigh in a tight grip, causing it to rise higher.

"(Y/n)." He rests his head on my shoulder.

"Please move Jethro." I whine.

He starts to move back some only to piston back inside. My body arches up to his chest, and my throat closes on the scream that wants to leave. All I could do was grip his bicep, lock my ankles together, and enjoy the feeling of him stretching me. The feeling of his hands, his deep harsh movements, and the tightening feeling in my stomach. I start to lose my mind.

"Let go for me." He groans in my ear before he kisses my neck.

He kisses me as he goes harder making it very difficult to let my moans out, but I just hold onto his back as he just lets go. With a deep groan and final thrust Jethro and I finish together with a loud moan from me. He lays next to me with an arm under my head as we catch our breath.

"Wow." I breathed out.

He chuckles, turning over, and grips my lips with his forefinger and thumb. I giggle as we kiss a lot more softly now. We lay together for a while before finally getting in the shower. I did think Jethro was going to leave, however when I went back to lay down he joined me. I slept amazing with his warmth next to me whenever I would turn.

When I wake up I see a hand placing a coffee mug on my nightstand, and a hand rubbing along my side.

"You got to wake up. We still have to work." He talks quietly in my ear.

"Thank you." I smile as I reach for the mug.

"You are quite welcome." He chuckles as he grabs his clothes.

"Jethro!" I giggle at his joke, placing my hand over my eye.

"I'll see you at the office. I have to change." He says as he throws his clothes on.

Once he leaves I finish my coffee, get dressed, and try to keep the smile off my face as I walk into the office.

"Well what made you so smiley this morning?" Abby asks as I walk into the lab, and pull on my lab coat.

"I'm just glad to have my bed back." Is all I tell her.

"Is that so?" I hear behind me.

I turned to a smirking Jethro holding a cardboard cup holder with two coffees, and in his hand was a big gulp for Abby.

"Jet…Gibbs." I exclaim almost messing up.

"Morning Abs." He hands her the drink, and walks back to me.

"(Y/n)." He hands me a coffee. "Director needs us." He leans me with a hand on my lower back to the elevator.

"I'm sorry I didn't know if you were okay with me saying anything, or if…" I'm stopped by him stepping closer to me.

He kisses me softly like he's been doing so for his whole life. I'm just about to relax into him when the elevator opens, and there stands Kate and McGee. They are shocked when they finally realize what they just saw. I step out of the elevator, quickly getting to the director's office. I stop at his door, and wait for Jethro. Jethro walks up the hall with purpose, and goes right into the office.

"Alright let's get you two divorced." Director Morrow places the papers in front of Jethro.

"What if we don't sign?" Jethro asks so nonchalantly.

Director Morrow looks lost as he turns his attention to me, then back to Jethro. I'm just frozen from shock.

"I'll let you two talk." Vance leaves quickly, and once he's gone Jethro turns to me.

"What are you doing Jethro?" I timidly ask.

"Well I was thinking how easy it was for us to be together this week." He starts. "We don't have to sign just yet. Let's give it some time, and then if you want we can sign these papers." He lifts them as he speaks.

"So you're making me number three?" I sass.

He shrugs as he throws the papers back on the director's desk. The rest of the day DiNozzo gave Jethro so much crap about how he didn't get to throw a bachelor party. I also got an ear full from Abby about how I should get a big dress. Kate was like an older sister asking me if being married is what I wanted. Her being Catholic marriage is a big thing, but after telling her how I felt, she understood.

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richonnesbitch · 6 months ago

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I know they did a lot of callback to 7x12 in towl but one I'm wondering is if the reason dream Rick said "5 pizzas" is because in 7x12 after they talk about reordering things together, Michonne says she's going to have 5 more of the ready to eat dinners

Just now seeing this and I have no idea how long it's been in my inbox so I apologize!

But I personally don't think it's a callback to Say Yes. Each pizza represents Rick's escape attempts. Before Michonne he attempted to escape from the CRM four times. And then his fifth and final escape attempt, also his only successful one, is with Michonne. After this is when he proposes!

Five pizzas and a wedding ring 🍕💍

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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hikarielizabethbloom · 9 months ago

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'Five pizzas. And a wedding ring?'

That's it. That's the post.

#richonne #the walking dead #towl spoilers #the ones who live #twd the ones who live

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majima4587 · 8 months ago

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DANAI GUIRIA : " Thank to everyone who went on this wild ride with us! We are so grateful for your love and support - with all the love five pizzas and a wedding ring can convey!! #theoneswholive

#richonne #the ones who live #michonne #rick grimes #the walking dead #andrew lincoln #danai gurira #dandy

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thosewildcharms · 8 months ago

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the REAL question is. will there be some sort of payoff to the "five pizzas and a wedding ring" line. as in. am I perhaps gonna see rick and michonne get married on my tv screen. because I would actually really like it if rick and michonne got married on my tv screen. do they NEED to get married when it's basically just a formality? well, no. but! consider! rick giving michonne a ring of her own instead of her wearing the one from his previous marriage around her neck. consider marriage vows (!!!) delivered by andy and danai. I know we've already been given so much it's nuts to ask for more but. five pizzas and a wedding ring. am I boo boo the fool

#richonne #the ones who live #like. truly the only REAL wish i have for this show is that they make it out together and alive and back with their kids.#and i know he already referred to her as his wife #and realistically there's probably not enough time left in these last three episodes #but if i may be greedy for a second.

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thecitybee · 9 months ago

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Five pizzas and a wedding ring...

Y'all this man's SWEETEST dream for the past six years has just been getting to meet her, share a meal with her, and fall in love with her in a world that never died.

Like real people do.

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youledmehere · 9 months ago

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what if I came here one day, with FIVE pizzas….. and a wedding ring?

i think you should do that

#he was DOWN BAD FOR HER even in his dreams #towl spoilers #richonne #the ones who live

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onlyifyoubadd · 8 months ago

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im rewatching ep 1 and i noticed that right after rick has his "i dont see you anymore" monologue it then immediately jumps to his "five pizzas and a wedding ring" dream about michonne, which directly negates his speech.

when she sits down she says

he's need clarification cause

but she reassures him that this is just the journey, not the destination

this is his love! his pookie! his inspiration! his everything! she inspiring him even in his dreams!

at the end, it becomes a nightmare again cause he cant sustain this mentality without her. without her strength and reassurance that this is a fight they can and will win!

this is how we know our rick is still in there. they broke him, but they didnt change him. he just cant let himself believe it since its just him against an army. but with michonne...they can do anything together!

even in episode 1 they were telling us that rick isn't completely lost. they had to build it up tho. great storytelling!

#im so gone for them!#plus its laughable that people are actually mad at rick on twt cause like....yall this is how you build up a show and characters...#its fucking good!#rick grimes #richonne #towl #the ones who live #michonne #michonne grimes

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prncssguya · 9 months ago

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wow that was so fcking good. andrew lincoln is brilliant as always. he’s giving the performance of a lifetime as rick grimes, award shows need to stop sleeping on this mans talent.

i’m glad they didn’t beat around the bush and they reunited them in the first episode. i love how unexpected it was, for them and for us. “what if i came here one day with five pizzas and a wedding ring” this man is the biggest simp for his wife ohmygod

#i mean there’s only six episodes #no time to waste #okafor was really growing on me damn #rick grimes stays in boss mode. man lost a hand and they gave him an upgrade #also can we talk about how gorgeous danai looked in that dream sequence??#twd #the walking dead #the ones who live #richonne #rick grimes #michonne #andrew lincoln #danai gurira

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gracev0609 · 4 months ago

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Sleepovers & Baby Snuggles

Josh X Danny X Y/N, Featuring Uncle Jake

It's Josh, Danny, and Y/N's one year wedding anniversary and Uncle Jake volunteers to babysit.

WC: 1.7k+

Warnings: While this piece is fluff the Iced Chai Universe is 18+ Only!, Uncle Jake has a lot of feelings mainly being excited and nervous.

“I'll watch her. I'll take her overnight if you want.” Jake offered as Josh and Danny discussed how their baby would fit into their anniversary plans. “ I've looked after her for the afternoon a bunch of times now, it can't be that hard, you two do it.” He jokes.

“I mean, I'm fine with it.” Danny agrees, looking at Josh for his answer.

Josh bites his lip,” I mean it is a little more work. But I know you'll be fine, let me just check with her Mama, see what she thinks.”

Jake smiled, his chest growing warm at the idea of looking after his niece, their first of (hopefully) many Uncle Jake and Hazelnut sleepovers. Excitedly his mind fast forward a few years when she's old enough to really laugh and play and they can watch movies and play pretend. Order a pizza and make ice cream sundaes, letting her stay up until she inevitably crashes on the couch next to him.

Josh interrupted his thoughts,” Y/N said she's fine with it, she said she trusts and has complete faith in Uncle Jake.”

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Folding and placing the super soft, still warm, blanket on the couch he heard his doorbell ring. Jake felt giddy, he was excited and nervous, but he also felt honored that his family trusted him to care for their precious baby girl. Opening his front door stood Josh, Danny, Y/N and Hazel in her arms. He embraced them one by one before gently ruffling Hazel's little fuzzy head,” Hey girlie, you ready to hang with Uncle Jake?”

“Of course she is, actually she couldn't stop talking about it on the ride over,” Y/N joked, peering down at the five month old baby in her arms.

Jake giggles grabbing the diaper bag from off of her shoulder,” Alright, lay it on me. What all did you bring, what all do I need to know?”

Y/N goes through the mental list of everything they brought, the contents of her diaper bag, her overnight bag, and the toys she brought. Josh came over with a sheet of printer paper, Hazel's entire nighttime routine listed out in detail as well as a list of emergency contacts and her doctors numbers.

Jake's mouth turned up into a grin,” You really put our mom and Lori's number on here like I don't already know them?”

“Ah! Well, I don't know, I thought if you were in a panic it would be helpful to have them on the sheet.”

“There won't be any panic, but I appreciate it. Hazelnut and I are gonna have the best time.”

Y/N walks over to the baby swing Jake bought the first time he looked after her, gently setting her in and turning it on. Its then that Jake notices that they're dressed up,” So what's on the agenda for your one year anniversary?”

Danny smiles,”The location is a surprise, but I'm taking them to dinner-”

“And then we're gonna fuck like rabbits” Josh proclaims a satisfied grin on his face.

Jake shakes his head, his face twisting in pretend disgust,” Glad I could help.”

Steering the conversation back in the right direction Danny tells Jake that her bottles are already in the fridge, and that instructions for reheating are on her sheet.

“Seems like everything is covered. We're gonna be fine.” Jake states, slipping his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

Y/N embraces him,” You are gonna do fine. We love you and we'll see you in the morning.”

Each of them embraced him one more time before saying goodbye to their daughter, he could tell that they were feeling bittersweet.

The door closed and he locked it behind them making sure it was secure. His sock covered feet carried him back into his living room and he smiled at his niece staring back at him, swinging back and forth. His eyes wandered to her soft toys and stuffies strewn about his living room, adding a certain color and vibrancy to the space.

“Hey sweetpea, Uncle Jake's got this. Your parents made sure of it,” he giggles. Leaning down his hands wrapped around her back, gently lifting her and cradling her to his chest. “ What do you wanna do huh?” As if she was voicing her opinions, coos and squawks left her lips.

“Uh huh, okay, yeah sounds good. TV it is, but I get to pick the movie.”

Jake settles in on his couch, placing her on his bouncing knee as he navigates the remote selecting the movie he wants to watch. As the title screen plays and the actors are introduced the same way he's seen dozens of times before, he sees that she is intently looking at him. Jake makes a fishy face, briefly crossing his eyes and she giggles. He giggles too, her bright baby laughter infectious. Next he leans in blowing a raspberry against her tummy and she squeals. He continues making her laugh for a while longer until she settles and loses interest. He leans back against the couch watching as her tiny hands grip onto his silver coin necklaces. She goes to put one in her mouth and he redirects her,” Eugh that'll taste yucky…. How about we facetime grandma and say hi. I think she'll like that.”

Leaning over he grabs his phone off of the end table, unlocking it and pressing on his mom's contact. She picks up on the second ring,” Hi honey! How are you?”

“I'm good! I actually have someone with me who wants to say hello.” He watches as her eyebrows furrow, unsure who could want to say hi. He angles the camera down so she can see his face as well as Hazel nestled on his chest.

“Oh hello sweetie! How's my favorite little girl? Are they over too? I want to say happy anniversary.”

“No actually I'm watching Hazel overnight, they're out celebrating their anniversary.”

“Overnight? That's great honey, she's a good girl, Y/N was just telling me that she's a hard sleeper.” His mom giggles, her eyes focused on her granddaughter. After a few beats she sighs lovingly,” You know Jacob, you look good like that, with a baby on your chest.”

Jake smiled, warmth spreading in his chest,” Thanks mom…”

“Do you think you'll ever have one of your own?”

Hazel's head lightly thudded against his chest as she got comfortable,” I would… you know I have a soft spot for kids.”

“You do! You and Josh both, big softies.’

He lightly chuckled his free hand gently rubbing on her little back.

“Well mom, it's getting kinda late, we just wanted to say hi. I still have to get her fed and changed and ready for bed.”

“Okay honey, I love you both. If you need any help you know you can call me. I'll put my ringer on full blast.’

“Thanks mom, love you.”

Jake hung up the phone and picked her up, setting her back down in her swing while he went to go make her bottle.

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He double checked the list making sure he did everything before settling down on the couch. He laid back against the cushions bringing Hazel with him. Her tiny pink footie pajama’d feet idly kicking across his tummy.

“Shhh shhh, it's time to relax honey. You have a full belly you should be getting sleepy.” He pulled her against his chest and she began to melt against him, relishing in the body heat he provided. Soon enough her little legs curled up and her little pink mouth began moving around her binkie. Gently Jake grabbed the blanket from across the back of the couch and covered them with it, tucking her in. An hour and a half later his movie was over and his eyes were getting heavy, peering down at the little girl she was still peacefully asleep. He didn't have the heart to disturb her and transfer her to the cold sheets of her crib so he let her slumber on his chest.

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His doorbell rings bright and early, and he goes to open it, a groggy little baby in his arms.

“Good morning!” His twin sing songs as they file inside of his home. A smirk forms on his lips when he sees the three of them with matching dark circles under their eyes.

“Long night?” Jake snickers.

“Actually no, not for the reason you're implying. We couldn't sleep, we missed her too much. Our house felt too empty without her.” Danny expressed.

Y/N makes grabby hands at her Hazel and Jake, almost reluctantly, hands her over.

Once her baby was cradled to her chest she asked,” How did she sleep?”

Jake grins,” Well actually, she only woke up once. She actually slept on my chest all night, we were so warm and comfy, I couldn't put her down.”

Y/N smiles at him, her eyes a little glassy.

Jake helps Josh and Danny gather up their belongings and says goodbye. As Jake closed the door behind him he smiles, their Uncle Jake and Hazelnut sleepover was a success. Turning around his face falls as he notices the lack of life in his home. The house is quiet, he can hear the hum of his air conditioning. The carpet is tidy, no more colorful toys and fluffy stuffed animals. The only things left were the baby swing he purchased sitting next to the couch and the fuzzy blanket they were wrapped up in all night. Sitting back down on his couch he wraps himself up in the blanket and he swears he can still smell her baby pink smell on it. Swallowing hard he realized that he hated his empty house, it's lonely and cold. His mind wanders to last night, how warm and cozy, and right everything felt with the addition of a little one inside of these four walls. Maybe, that's what I need. What I really want.

He thought back to how he felt when his mom told him that he looked good holding a baby. He thought about how he would look holding his baby. Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly hitting the search bar typing in surrogate agencies near me, clicking on the nearest highest rated one. His eyes were flooded with information as soon as he opened the website, he studied and studied each page. His smile widening when he clicks the button, schedule a consultation.

Soo, plot twist 🫣 Jake's going to be a single dad by choice.

#gvf #josh kiszka #josh gvf #danny gvf #danny wagner #gvf fanfiction #jake gvf #jake kiszka #iced chai universe

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