#i don't feel her and Gibbs

[mrakyvkafi]

Workplace distractions. They were great. You grab a drink, tell a joke, play a game. And somehow, all the awful things you saw and heard that day seem less awful. Franks called her a workplace distraction. He didn’t mean it as a compliment. I didn’t know he said it until later. She usually didn’t repeat things like that. She said she needed to get out. Back then, I didn’t know what she meant. Later, she told me she felt like she was in a box. She told me she felt like the box was getting smaller and smaller. She told me she felt trapped, and she hated herself for getting that way. But I never saw her as trapped. I only saw her as always, always busting out of the box.

NCIS: Origins (2024), S01E06 Incognito

[chiefdirector]

I'm feeling kinda sappy.

Could I ask for a story where Gibbs gets married to the reader and she moves into his house. Gibbs is away on a case and maybe she starts going through boxes in the basement and digs up pictures of his mom, dad, Kelly and Shannon. She hangs up a bunch of their pictures on a wall. Gibbs comes home sees it. He stares at it and is very quiet. The reader is nervous but then Gibbs tells her it's perfect and no one he's ever been married to wanted to honor them like this.

we keep this love in a photograph... | Jethro Gibbs | NCIS

I know it isn't exactly how you asked, but i took a few liberties, hope you don't mind

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(Y/N) knew she shouldn't have been snooping around, it could break the trust that she worked so hard to earn, but she couldn't resist. Jethro had recently asked her to move in with him, a big step considering the nature of their relationship. They had to work together and trust that their lives would be safe in the other's hands, but living together meant not only trusting your life with someone, but opening it up to them too.

She knew that Jethro had a past filled with too much sorrow for one man to carry alone. He had tried to bury it in failed marriage after failed marriage, eventually resigning himself to the bachelor lifestyle. He had tried to continue his ways when he met her, but she was something new, something unexpected.

Vance had given (Y/N) the day off to move her stuff in and get settled fully. She had spent countless nights and weeks here with her lover but had never really left anything here except a toothbrush and a spare set of clothes. She never really needed anything more. It was easy enough to part ways with most of her belongings, sofas and dinings chairs never meant all to much anyways. Managing to fit most of her stuff her a pick-up truck, she had set off to her new home.

It was only when she opened the old hallway cupboard to store her now empty suitcases did she find the box. It wasn't labeled, but the creases and fingermarks on the cardboard showed that it had been opened and shut rigorously over the years. The rest of Jethro house was meticulously organised, there wasn't anything that didnt have its own place. Nothing was stored where it wasn't meant to. Especially old boxes.

Slowly, she opened the box and peered inside, being greeted by several picture frames. Most of them were empty, or cracked. There was no reason to keep any of them. Still she flicked through the frames. Lifting the last, she made eye contact with a young redhead holding a small infant. Even though (Y/N) didn't recognise the faces, she knew who they belonged to; Shannon and Kelly.

Quickly, she put the box back, but left the final frame out. She placed it on the sofa before trekking down to the basement, her mind focussed on one thing only.

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Jethro got home hours after the sunset.

The house was quiet and still, he had expected as much. After toeing off his shoes, made his was through the house, intending to set the coffee maker ready for the morning. One less thing to think about in the far too early hours of the day. He stopped before he made it to the kitchen.

Jethro wasn't a man that hesitated, but the sight of his smiling wife and daughter handing on the wall made him freeze. Her bright eyes and red hair was the last thing he had expected to see, but after the day he had, he couldn't be more thankful.

He took a moment, turning to his left to find (Y/N) laying on the couch, nails and hammer strewn messily on the coffee table. Her engagement ring shone in the moonlight. Gently, he shook her shoulder to wake her.

(Y/N) hummed tiredly. "You're home?"

"Thank you." Jethro said, ignoring her question.

She shot up at the memory of what she had done. Making eye contact with him, then the photograph. "You don't mind. I didn't overstep, did I?"

"Not at all." Jethro sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder to pull her onto his chest. "Not at all."

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[writeandsurvive]

Hi. I’ve been reading your work and it’s been sooo funny. It’s my first time asking for fic. Could you write a fic where Gibbs and reader is in the secret relationship in the bullpen. And one day they’re having breakfast or lunch or anything and they’re cute, sweet, and so in love each other and then being caught on the scene by someone in the bullpen.

Thank you so much for good works!

Hello anon, thank you for the request and your kind words, it means so much to me ❤️ I hope this is what you were looking for!

Busted ~ Jethro Gibbs

It's not easy to give a relationship secret, but it's even worse when it happens in the workplace, and the people you're the closest with are all trained investigators. However, you and Gibbs have been doing a great job at hiding it. It's a lot thanks to him, to be honest; the man has one hell of a self control and when he puts his mind into something, he never fails.

Most of the times you were almost caught was because you couldn't keep your hands off of the man you love. A stolen kiss here, a lingering hand there. The closest to being busted happened when a lawyer was clearly hitting on Gibbs, and your jealousy went over the roof. You trust Gibbs more than anyone, you know he'd never do something like that, but seeing this woman being too comfortable with your man, touching his arm, and giving him flirty looks, that was hard to handle.

However, it led to the first time Gibbs allowed himself to let go in the office. Noticing how jealous you were getting, he got you to follow him to autopsy, taking the elevator and shutting it down. He immediately grabbed you and kissed you intensely. Then he looked deep into your eyes, silently asking if you got the message. You smiled and nodded. Gibbs was a man of a few words after all.

Weekends off were a very rare thing for the team, so when the boss said 'see you on Monday' by Friday night, it was a race to the parking lot. Obviously, a few minutes after you got home, Gibbs let himself in and you immediately jumped into his arms. "An entire weekend, just you and me?"

"Why else would I let everyone go this early?" He kissed you.

After spending the Friday night at your place, ordering takeouts and simply relaxing together, you went to his place on Saturday. Gibbs feels more comfortable there, and he likes to work on his boat while you're reading a book in the armchair he specifically brought into the basement for you.

But Gibbs wanted to spoil you. He knows he's not the most outgoing and adventurous man, and there's this tiny voice in his mind that keeps telling him you're gonna get bored of him and the relationship. So, he used all of his computer skills to search for the best and fanciest restaurants in Washington. He wished he could've asked McGee for this, but how would he explain it? 'I want to take my girlfriend on a fancy date, and spoil her the way she deserves, cause I'm afraid she'll get bored and leave me. Also, my girlfriend is someone you love like your own sister.'

It was a nightmare to do this research, but Gibbs was satisfied with himself when he found the perfect place to take you.

"Your burgundy dress is still here, right?" He asked, joining you after he took a random shower.

"I think so, why?"

He kissed your forehead. "Go get ready, we're going out."

"You're kidding? Where are we going?"

"Surprise."

You excitedly got up from the couch. "Okay, but I need to take a shower too!"

He looked at his watch. "You got an hour, good enough?"

"Yes sir!" You quickly pecked his lips and rushed upstairs.

You don't remember the last time you got into a fancy restaurant like this, you kinda felt out of place. But it was amazing to see Gibbs being this romantic with you, holding doors, pulling out the chair, he even ordered your first alcohol drink, for the both of you instead of going with a beer or bourbon. "You're spoiling me," you shyly smiled. "And you look extra handsome tonight. I still love the polo shirts and hoodies though."

"You deserve to be spoiled." He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. "Had to clean up nice so people don't wonder why the hell you're doing with me, more than they already do, at least."

It was amazing. The food was exquisite, the conversation flew smoothly between you, and Gibbs kept complimenting you, and not just physically. He hinted several times how lucky he felt that you were with him, loving him and standing by his side no matter what. "Jethro," you looked at your joint hands on the table before getting lost in his wonderful blue eyes. "You don't have to do this to make me happy. I'm happy as long as I'm with you."

He stayed silent for a moment, processing what you were saying and looking for the right answer. When he opened his mouth to answer, a voice came out from behind you. "Boss! Wow, fancy seeing you here!" Tony DiNozzo. Great. You couldn't get out of this, could you? "Who's your da--" he reached the table, and finally laid eyes on you.

"Hi Anthony," you teased. "Didn't recognize me from behind? That's offensive from you."

Tony kept looking between you and Gibbs, mouth open. "I think he's having a stroke." You joked to Gibbs, who softly chuckled. He had accepted that the cat was out of the bag.

"DiNozzo, you gonna keep standing here or let us go back to our date?" Gibbs asked.

"I, um, wow. I got some many questions." Gibbs gave him his famous, which got Tony to solely look at you. "I got many questions." He said, lower.

"I can still hear you, DiNozzo, and most importantly, I can still see you."

You nodded to Tony with a smile, silently telling that you'll indulge his curiosity.

"Well," you laughed after Tony was finally gone. "I guess we're no longer in a secret relationship."

[special-agent-sass]

Elevator Passions

Warnings

Smut

Y/N sauntered into the bullpen, leather jacket squeaking as she walked. She headed straight for her desk, not making eye contact with anyone. The rest of the team watched her warily. Ever since her blow up with Gibbs last week, she'd been quiet and closed off.

Tony sidled up next to her desk. "So, Y/N/N, you coming out with us tonight?" He gave her his most charming smile.

She didn't even glance at him. "Not really in the mood, DiNozzo."

McGee piped up from his desk. "Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun!"

"Yeah, we haven't seen you outside of work in weeks," Tony wheedled.

Y/N finally looked up, pinning them both with an icy stare. "I said no. Now drop it."

Tony and McGee exchanged a look but didn't press the issue. Ever since Y/N had joined the team a little over a year ago, she'd been like a little sister to them. Former Marine, tough as nails, and beautiful to boot. But lately, something had changed.

Gibbs strolled in then, coffee in hand. "Gear up. Dead petty officer in Anacostia."

The team scrambled to collect their things. As they headed to the elevator, Gibbs grabbed Y/N's arm.

"You good for this?" His steely blue eyes searched hers.

Y/N yanked her arm away. "I'm fine."

Gibbs studied her a moment longer before giving a curt nod. They joined the others in the elevator, tension thick between them.

At the crime scene, Y/N immediately got to work photographing evidence while McGee bagged and tagged. Tony interviewed witnesses while Gibbs examined the body.

"Single gunshot wound to the back," Ducky pronounced. "No exit wound, so the bullet likely fragmented inside the body. I'll know more once I get him home."

Gibbs grunted in acknowledgment. He glanced over at Y/N, crouched low as she took photos. The sight of her ripped jeans stretched tight over her curves made his mouth go dry. Shaking himself, he turned back to Ducky. "Time of death?"

"Based on liver temp, I'd say between midnight and 2am."

Gibbs nodded, then went to check on his agents' progress. McGee had finished collecting evidence, Tony was wrapping up his interviews, and Y/N was scribbling notes about the scene.

Back at the navy yard, the team dug into the victim's background. Petty Officer James Rourke, 25, was a communications technician stationed out of Norfolk. No wife or kids, parents both deceased.

"Looks like Rourke had a bit of a gambling problem," McGee announced. "Some large cash withdrawals over the past few months that far exceed his salary."

"Owed money to the wrong people, maybe?" Tony speculated.

Gibbs turned to Y/N. "Bring up his financials, see if you can trace where the money was going."

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger. "You don't need to tell me how to do my job."

"When you're acting like a probationary agent, then yeah, I do," Gibbs shot back.

Y/N shot to her feet. "Just because I won't kiss your ass like Tony doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."

"Hey!" Tony protested.

"You make one more outburst like that, you'll be riding a desk till you retire," Gibbs threatened. "You got that?"

Y/N stepped close until they were nearly nose to nose. Gibbs could feel her breath on his face, see the fire in her eyes.

"I could ride you instead" she taunted. "Clearly that's what you'd prefer."

Tony's jaw dropped. McGee's eyes bugged out. The bullpen went deadly silent.

Gibbs clenched his jaw, hands fisting at his sides. "With me. Now." He stormed off towards the elevator.

Y/N followed, chin held high. The doors slid shut behind them. Gibbs flipped the emergency stop switch, halting the car between floors.

He turned to Y/N, eyes blazing. "You ever speak to me like that again—"

"You'll what?" Y/N cut him off. "Spank me?" She stepped closer, breasts brushing his chest. "We both know you've wanted to bend me over your desk since I got here."

Gibbs swallowed hard. "It's against protocol." But even as he said it, his hands grasped her hips, pulling her against him.

"Screw protocol," Y/N hissed before crushing her lips to his.

Gibbs groaned into the kiss, backing her against the elevator wall. Their mouths clashed hungrily as his hands slid under her shirt, finding smooth, warm skin. Y/N nipped his bottom lip as she frantically unbuckled his belt.

Breaking the kiss, Gibbs rasped into her ear, "We shouldn't..." But his protest died as she wrapped her fingers around him. He shuddered, head falling back.

"I need this, Jethro," Y/N pleaded breathlessly. "Make me forget everything else."

Surrendering, Gibbs hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their clothes disappeared in a frenzy of tearing fabric and grasping hands. Then he was inside her, swallowing her cries with his mouth as he took her hard against the elevator wall.

After, collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap on the floor, Gibbs pressed a kiss to her hair. "I've wanted this...wanted you...for a long time," he admitted gruffly.

Y/N nuzzled his cheek. "Me too. Rules be damned."

Gibbs smiled and pulled her close. Protocol could wait. Right now, he had everything he needed.

[crazycurly-77]

Games

Don't really know what possessed me to write this, but here it is. Have fun! 

After a hard and tiring case Tim, Tony, Abby and you were celebrating the successful completion in a cute little bar. Amazingly even Gibbs joined your round.

You had a lot of fun and at one point during the evening Tony discovered the little stage and the karaoke machine. So he suggested playing a game. You all cheered about this idea. The game you played was truth or dare and everybody agreed to play. 

To decide who's next Tony put an empty bottle in the middle of the table and spinned it around. 

Tim was the first to play and said “truth”. Abby laughed and cheered immediately and asked him “how do you like my new tattoo?” His head became a fiery red and he stuttered “it's hot.”

“Wheeee!!!” She was absolutely excited, which made even Gibbs laugh. He was sitting beside you and was very content about that, because he came to be able to spend a few nice hours with you outside of work. 

But that you didn't know. Sure, the two of you got along very well and in the last couple of months in which you were working with Abby the team became friends to you, but you developed tender feelings for the silver fox as well. 

That he developed deep feelings for you too was a fact and everybody saw his longing looks towards you, except yourself. You were busy with trying to hide your feelings and pining after him yourself. 

You laughed so hard because of Abby's lucky dance, that you nearly missed that the bottle had landed on Tony. With a mischievous grin he chose “dare”. “I see a karaoke machine on the stage. So I dare you to sing “Rock DJ” of Robbie Williams” Tim challenged him. 

Tony laughed and nodded saying “alright!” and walked towards the place of the upcoming desaster. He performed extremely good, but luckily he was good in his job. His singing had your ears nearly bleeding, but it was very funny. 

He came back to the table exhausted, panting heavily and laughing his ass off as you all did. Sitting down he grabbed the bottle and spinned it. 

Again you were lucky. Abby was next. “Truth” she said smiling widely. 

Tony grinned as only he could and then asked “do you and Tim have an affair?” 

She clapped her hands laughing again and yelled a loud “Yes! Sure!” 

Pour Tim became red as a tomato again and tried not to be seen. 

Gibbs only looked at him, but said nothing. In all the happiness the atmosphere was now a little tense, so Abby quickly took the bottle to lighten the mood once more. 

This time you had no such luck as previously. The bottle landed on you. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and said “Dare”. 

Abby knew that you can sing, because you were sometimes singing when you were waiting for test results and she loved your voice. But she was the only one who knew of your talent. 

Secretly she planned on getting Gibbs and you together because of your feelings for one another and this game was her perfect chance to work on this project. So she dared you “you have to sing “Hallelujah” in the version of Rufus Wainwright.”

All were laughing and you shrugged your shoulders saying simply “okay.”

You entered the stage, went to the machine and put it off with the words “that I don't need” and you winked to the waiting people. 

Then you took a seat on the piano and began to play and to sing. You closed your eyes to feel the music as you sang and the whole room was silent. After the song ended and you stood to walk back to your colleagues your audience gave you standing ovations. 

Abby fell into your arms jumping up and down “I knew you would make it! And it was so wonderful! I love your voice!”

“Y/N! I didn't know you could sing. Why didn't you told me?” Tony pouted. 

You smiled “you didn't asked.”

Sitting beside Gibbs again he layed his hand on your shoulder and said “very good, Y/L/N. Should sing more often.”

He gave you such a warm and tender smile that your mind gone blank and your heart was racing in your chest. Could he hear and feel it beating so fast? 

The two of you were so captured in each other that you didn't noticed that Tony answered another question truthfully and now directed the bottle back to you. 

Nobody complained about that, because all of them wanted to hear more from you. 

“Me once again? You're kidding. But alright. What do you want to hear?” you asked laughing. Immediately Tony demanded triumphantly “Sitting on a dock of a bay” of Otis Redding!”

“Yeah!!!” was heared from all sides. 

“Good. So be it” you nodded and walked back to the stage. 

Again everyone was fascinated and excited. 

“You are a singer!! What are you doing in the lab?” Tim asked in earnest. 

Your cheeks burned “Thank you so much, but it's just a hobby of mine and I love what I'm doing professionally.”

So this was settled. 

Gibbs asked himself the same what Tim had asked you and he feared your answer, but there was nothing to fear. You wouldn't leave him, would you? 

Of course they said that you were the next again and before you could say anything Tim cheered “I love when you sing ballads. So please, I want to hear “Run” of Leona Lewis.”

That was a sad but wonderful song, because it gives courage. 

So you sang it and Gibbs had to swallow hard. You singing this song got absolutely under his skin, no matter what. 

Tim, Tony and Abby saw this and congratulated themselves. Their plan seemed to work. Sure, originally it was Abby's plan, but Tim and Tony decided to help her as they noticed what she tried. 

Tim was next, so you didn't have to spend the whole evening on stage. He had to drink a glass of beer in one go as he chose the dare. Tony came after him, made the same choice and had to drink a glass of rum. He coughed heavily, but finally he made it and cheered at himself and bathed in his triumph. 

“Now it's my turn!” he then yelled and spun the bottle again. And again you had bad luck, because it landed once more on you. 

“Why does it never land on Gibbs?” you murmured a little annoyed. 

“Because it has too much fear of him!” Tony laughed and nearly toppled over because of it. 

While all were laughing, this earned him a glare and a head-slap from the boss. 

But it didn't help, it was your turn, so you said confidentially “I'll stick with dare.”

Surely you had only to sing again…

…but no!!!

Abby sent you a mischievous grin and demanded “you have to kiss Gibbs.”

Your jaw dropped and you blanched of surprise. Then you gulped and kissed him on the cheek. Everyone was disappointed, but most especially him. For a moment he thought his dreams would come true and his heart was trying to jump out of his chest, but no. He only felt your lips that he wanted to taste so much on his cheek.

Your cheeks however burned of embarrassment. Your heart was racing and you feared his reaction, but he simply stared at you with his wonderful ice blue eyes. 

Then you spun the bottle. It landed on Abby. She chose dare and gave a really good performance of AC/DC's “Thunderstruck”. 

Your little break wasn't long before it was your turn again. This time you chose to tell the truth. So Tony took his chance, stared at you and asked “do you have a boyfriend currently?” 

Once again you turned red “actually not. No, I don't have a boyfriend or someone like that at the moment.”

Tony and most of all Gibbs were very pleased with your answer. 

Then you turned the bottle, but Abby manipulated it, so it landed on you once more. You sighed and said “dare”.

Tim spoke up and made a wish “I would like to hear “The Rose” of Bette Midler.”

Abby cried excited “Yes! Such a wonderful song. A really good choice.”

You rolled your eyes, but went smiling to the stage once again. You loved singing, but you were getting slowly tired of the game. And you had a feeling, that maybe the three of Tim, Tony and Abby were up to something. 

But okay, it was your turn. 

You walked to the micro and it was silent again. Everybody held their breath in anticipation of what would happen. 

You breathed deeply to calm yourself, closed your eyes and began to sing. 

You poured all your heart in the song to get the wonderful message to your audience and everyone listened to your voice. 

You were totally oblivious that Gibbs stood up totally mesmerized and slowly walked to you. The team gasped in astonishment, but he couldn't help himself. He felt like he was drawn magically to you and couldn't resist for the life of him. 

As you had finished the song you opened your eyes to find his blue ones directly in front of you. Without a word he cupped your cheek with one hand and your waist with the other and pulled you to him. 

He wanted to taste your lips so badly so he slowly closed the distance between you and kissed you softly and tenderly. Breaking the kiss after a short while he kissed you lovingly on your forehead too, turned and walked back to your table. 

You stood there unable to move, think or do anything. What was that? Out of the blue your boss kissed you! The only thing in your mind was the word “wow!” 

After you collected yourself you went back to your table too, where you were met with three widely grinning faces and ice blue eyes which followed your every move over the edge of a beer glass. 

Sitting again next to Gibbs you took a sip from your own beer and then laughed “now it's MY turn to turn the bottle!” 

You grabbed it and instantly a hand was laid on yours. Holding your hand Gibbs turned the bottle at himself. He locked eyes with you and stated “it's my turn and I'm choosing the dare. But it's actually not a dare, but an honor.”

Everyone wondered and waited for what he was going to do, but he didn't care about the audience. He simply pulled you gently to him and kissed you hard and deeply to get his message to you and to stake his claim. 

Neither of you were able to grab a thought or say a word after this world turning kiss. You two were in your own world and forgot all your surroundings, co-workers inclusively. 

It took Tony to bring you both back to reality. He clapped Gibbs on the shoulder and winked saying “you should go and take a room.”

Instead of glaring at him, Gibbs grinned widely and murmured to you “for once he's right. Come on, Y/N. Let's go!” 

Under the cheering, clapping and laughing of your colleagues the two of you left the bar to celebrate the beginning of your life together.

The End

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Personal – Timothy McGee

McGee's POV

I hated leaving Y/N like that. The look on her face was burned into my brain as I headed into the office. I walked over to my desk and dropped my bag.

"What's with you?" Bishop asked as I sat down.

"Trouble in paradise, McHappy?" Tony asked.

"Y/N and I got in a fight this morning," I grumbled.

"Baby fight?" Tony asked, his tone changing.

"Baby fight?" Bishop repeated. "What's the baby fight?"

"Y/N and I have been married for three years," I explained. "She's always wanted kids, but we've been waiting to have kids because of my job. I guess she's. . . She's getting impatient."

"I'm sorry, man," Tony said with absolutely no teasing in his voice.

"I'm just. . . I'm worried. It's been causing a little tension. I don't want to lose her. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't lose her. I definitely can't risk something happening to our baby. What if I can't protect her and our kids?"

"Come on, McGee," Bishop said lightly. "You wouldn't let anything happen to Y/N or your future children. Besides, you have us to help keep them safe."

We let the conversation drop as we went back to work. Right before our shift ended, we got the call.

"Grab your gear."

"What do we got?" Tony asked.

"A woman was just attacked," Gibbs said. "Someone broke into her home."

"This woman in the Navy?" DiNozzo asked.

"Her husband is," Gibbs said, sending me a side glance that made my stomach sick.

"What's the address?"

My heart stopped as I heard the address. "McGee? What's wrong?" Bishop asked.

"That's my house," I mumbled.

"What?" DiNozzo and Bishop asked in sync.

"The woman attacked is Tim's wife, Y/N," Gibbs clarified. "One of his neighbors called it in. Metro called us when they realized she's the wife of an NCIS agent."

* * * * *

I opened the door with my gun instantly raised. I wanted to call out to her but I knew that wasn't the best thing to do. Especially if that guy was still here.

"It's okay," Gibbs whispered. "Call out to her."

"But. . ."

"The neighbor said she saw someone running away."

"Y/N!" I yelled. "Where are you?"

"Tim?" I heard weakly from our bedroom. I put my gun in my holster and ran upstairs. My heart jumped into my throat when I finally found Y/N hiding in our walk-in closet. I collapsed to my knees in front of her and gently pulled her into my arms.

"It's okay, baby," I whispered. "I'm right here. You're okay."

My entire body tightened when Y/N began to sob into my chest. She was trying to tell me what happened but it was hard to make it out in between her sobs.

"McGee?"

I looked over my shoulder to see Gibbs, Tony, and Bishop all watching from the bedroom.

"Ducky came," Gibbs continued softly. "When he heard it was Y/N, he insisted on coming and seeing if she was okay."

"Y/N?" I said softly. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, tucking more into me. "Okay," I said a little louder. "Can Ducky check you out? To calm my nerves?"

She nodded her head and I slowly helped her stand up. With my arms wrapped around her, I escorted her out of our bedroom. Ducky and Palmer were eagerly waiting in our living room.

"Hello, Ms. Y/N," Ducky said sweetly. "How are you feeling, my dear?"

"I'm okay," she said shakily, still holding onto me tightly.

"I'm glad to hear it," he smiled. "But do you mind if I check on you? We just want to make sure you are alright."

"Sure," she shrugged. She looked at me and I knew exactly what she wanted. Or more like didn't want.

"It's alright," Ducky said slowly. "Timothy can stay right here the entire time."

Just like Ducky promised, I stayed right by Y/N as he looked her over.

"McGee," Gibbs called for me but I hesitated.

"It's okay," Y/N whispered. "Go. Ducky's got me."

"I do, Timothy," Ducky said sweetly. I looked between him and Y/N before kissing her forehead and jogging over to Gibbs.

"I know we have questions," I said under my breath, "but boss, she's still in shock. Can we do this tomorrow?"

"Of course," Gibbs nodded. "We can get you both in a safe house for the next couple of days and you can bring her to the office tomorrow morning. Bishop, help Y/N pack a bag."

"A bag?" Y/N stuttered as she walked over to us. When she got to me, she instantly grabbed my arm.

"It's okay," I soothed her. "NCIS is putting you in a safe house until we figure out what's going on."

"Alone?"

"No," I said quickly. "Of course not, baby. I'm coming with you."

* * * * *

I woke up before Y/N did. I looked down and saw her tucked into my side just like we fell asleep. I didn't fall asleep right away last night. Instead, I spent most of the night watching Y/N sleep as I imagined that guy pointing a gun at her. The only way I got to sleep was by imagining what I would've done if I had been home when he broke in.

I got up slowly to make sure I didn't wake her up. I went to the kitchen and started making us some breakfast. My heart jumped into my throat when I heard Y/N let out a yelp. I dropped the spatula and ran down the hallway.

I burst through the bedroom door to see Y/N tossing and turning in bed. In a matter of seconds, I was by her side.

"Y/N?" I tried to wake her up. "It's okay, baby. You're safe. Wake up."

She gasped awake, sitting straight up in bed with tears streaming down her face. "Tim?" She stuttered.

"I'm right here," I soothed. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as she calmed down. A little while later, I whispered, "I made breakfast."

After we ate, I drove her to NCIS. She rarely let go of my hand as we walked into the office and headed up to the squad room. We walked in and the team instantly looked at us. Without saying anything, I led her over to my desk and had her sit down.

"I'll go get us some coffee," I whispered. I kissed her forehead before heading to the breakroom. After grabbing two cups of coffee, I walked back to my desk.

"Thanks," she said softly.

I was about to pull an extra chair over, but Gibbs walked over. "Good morning, Y/N."

"Good morning, Agent Gibbs," she responded with a weak smile on her face.

He walked over to me and lowered his voice, "Did she say anything about last night?"

"No," I sighed. "She's barely said ten words since we got to her. Promise me you'll be gentle with her, Gibbs. She's not. . . . She's struggling."

"You do it," Gibbs said, handing me the file. "You ask her the questions."

"Are you sure, boss?"

"She's your wife, McGee," he said simply. "And it happened in your home. It's your case."

I looked over to see Y/N having an intense staring contest with her cup of coffee. I walked over and knelt next to her.

"You feeling up to some questions?" I asked gently.

"Tim. . ."

"I know, baby," I sighed. "But we need to know what happened."

I held my breath as she hesitated to say something. "Okay," she whispered. I grabbed her hand and led her to the conference room.

"Shouldn't this be happening in the interrogation room?" She said with a soft, fake chuckle.

"This isn't an interrogation, Y/N," I said gently. "Tell me what happened, darling."

"I thought it was you," she started off soft. "I thought you had gotten off work early. I was really excited. When I heard you struggling with the door, I thought, maybe, you had brought home dinner and your hands were full so I went to help you."

"Oh no," I whispered. She nodded as the tears built up in her eyes.

"I opened the door and he jumped. Next thing I knew, he had a gun pointed at my face," she continued as the tears started streaming down her face. "He forced me inside. I thought he was going to. . ."

"What did he do, gorgeous?" I asked when she didn't continue.

"He wanted to know where you were and what cases you were working on," she whispered. "I kept telling him I didn't know, but he didn't believe me. He got angry and. . . He hit me."

I wrapped her in my arms as she started sobbing again. "I woke up and he was gone," she sobbed. "I tried to. . . I couldn't find my phone. I would've called you, baby, I swear. But then I thought I heard him coming back to finish me off so I hid."

I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I believe you," I whispered. "Our neighbor called 911. They called us when they found out you were married to an NCIS agent. I'm just glad he didn't hurt you."

"I got a good look at him, though," she said, her tears slowly stopping. I instantly grabbed my phone and called Abby's lab.

"How is she?" She asked the second she answered the phone.

"Y/N got a good look at her attacker," I said. "I'm gonna bring her down so we can get a sketch for the BOLO."

"I'll be here."

* * * * *

Y/N and Abby worked together to get a digital picture of the attacker. The more the picture came together, the tighter my fists got.

"That's him," Y/N said under her breath. "That's the guy who almost. . . That's him, Tim."

I walked up behind her and grabbed her shoulders. "Good work, baby," I whispered and kissed her cheek.

"I'll send this to Tony and have him run the BOLO," Abby said.

"Thanks, Abby."

I smiled when Abby gave Y/N a hug. "We'll find him, Y/N," Abby whispered.

"Abby's right," I said as they broke their hug. "We'll find him."

As Abby ran the sketch up to Tony, I slowly spun the chair Y/N was sitting in until she was facing me.

"Good job, gorgeous," I said softly. "My team is the best there is. We'll find him."

Y/N grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers. "I'm sorry for what I said before you left yesterday," she whispered. "We should've had a calm conversation but I turned it into a screaming match. I'm sorry."

"To be fair," I chuckled, "I didn't exactly help the situation."

"Look," Y/N sighed, "I still want to have that conversation but after yesterday. . ."

I pulled Y/N off the chair and into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and felt her let out a shaky breath.

"You could've been hurt," I whispered.

"All I could think about was what if we had a baby?" She said under her breath. "That man broke into our home and stuck a gun in my face, Tim. If we had a baby, he could've hurt our child. You were right to wait."

"Actually," I pulled out of the hug, "I was wrong."

"Wait, what?" She stuttered.

"We shouldn't have waited," I try to explain. "We should've had a baby a long time ago because, the truth is, we never know what's going to happen. Our child would give each of us a piece of the other to hold onto."

"Are you saying. . ."

"I think it's time to start our family, Y/N. Before it's too late."

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Tea and Toast- Father Figure!Donald ‘Ducky’ Mallard x Reader 

Word Count: 1k

Request: I saw you’re willing to write for ducky? No one writes for him and he’s my absolute favorite. So inspo is how he’s always super sweet to Abby like they go on nights out together? I love their relationship so much. What if I sold Abby it was the reader. Maybe reader had a bad childhood and thinks of ducky as her father figure? I feel like he would be so kind to reader and treat her like a daughter? Maybe they would have hangouts or something idk? I’ve always loved ducky he’s just so sweet. I could listen to him talk for hours… anyways thanks so much in advance if you write this and if you don’t thanks anyways. Have an amazing day or night. 💜💜💜 

n/a: this is complete self-indulgent comfort im sorry! We all need a father figure like Ducky. Also take a shot every time i say ‘favorite’, youll be dead. 

“Ducky!” 

The glass doors of autopsy slid open with a ‘whoosh’, as the girl bounced in, hoping to find her favorite lunch break companion. 

“And everyone else.” The slight falter in her face was hard to miss. They all greeted her with smiles. 

“Do you have something for the case?” Tony asked her, surprised by her being in autopsy instead of festering in her lab. 

“No...” Gibbs chimed in. “Missy here eats her lunch with ducky every day.” 

Tony gasped dramatically. “Why don't I get to eat lunch with Ducky every day?” A scowl littered on his face. 

“Because your not the favorite!” Ziva said in her sing song voice, absolutely delighted at Tonys reaction.  

“Shush now i don't have favorites! I love you all equally” Ducky's thick British accent carried across the room as he started to make his way over to the team. “Dear, the kettle is boiling if you want to get the tea ready for us.” He smiled warmly at her as he patted her hand in his, before she bounded away to make their tea, just how they both like it. 

“Shes the favorite.” Ziva and Tony said in unison, looking at each other. Just before they both felt a sharp smack on the head. 

“Shes everybody's favorite.” Gibbs says, with a hint of a smile on his face. “Because she does her work, and has the sweetest smile.” He grinned as he tapped her cheek, but that was their cue to leave, as Gibbs thanked Ducky for his autopsy review. 

He moved back over to his desk, where her self-proclaimed chair was already pulled out, laden with her favorite blanket, because the cold wouldn't stop her having lunch with her favorite person. He patted her head softly as she sat down and got comfortable, before he ducked into a different room for a second. 

Her brows furrowed as she watched him, but they eventually drifted around the room. These were the times she cherished, her reprieve from the horrors she sees during the day. Huddled up with Ducky, listening intently whilst he talks about God knows what.  

He shut the door behind him as he came back into view, holding a plate of toast with her favorite spreads on. “Ducky!” Her face broke into a large smile as he moved closer. He set the plate down next to her on the desk and sat down in his own chair. 

“Dont tell anyone, but you are definitely my favourite.” He whispered in hushed tones which was quickly broken by the giggle that burst from her throat. 

“So, is it really sanitary to be eating in autopsy?” She quizzed, as she bit down on her toast. 

“Well, my dear.” he started as he served her tea. “I have been eating toast will all assortment of the spreads in autopsy rooms since the 1970’s.” 

A fake pout littered her face. “So, this isn't just our thing?” She pouted. 

“Well, no, but you are by far, my favorite person to share tea and toast with.” He patted her cheek gently as she beamed at him. 

“Well, the good doctor, you are by far my favorite person in this entire building.”  

He smiled gently at her. He feared glancing at the clock, because he loved spending these moments with her, being her safe space, and seeing her wrapped up in her favorite blanket, safe from the horrors that befell the other, more unfortunate people who had often arrived in autopsy. 

“Are you still taking me ice skating after we have finished today?” She looked up at him wistfully. 

“Of course, dear, i wouldnt let you go by yourself, don't want all those pesky boys bribing you into dates with hot chocolates, or you having to pick yourself up if you fall!” He shook his head like the thought made him uncomfortable. 

“Aww Duck, I love how you look out for me.” She pulled him into a side hug. “But nobody asks each other out on dates in real life anymore.” Pulling away with an eyeroll. 

“That, my girl, is the travesty of the twenty first century. I'm telling you now, when a man comes into your life, he will be personally vetted by me, we will not be inviting any no-good silly boys to our movie nights” His hands moved animatedly as he talked, but the care was seeping out of his voice. 

“Of course not, we couldn't have some silly boy ruining our weekly documentary, can we?” She stood with her hands on her hips. He broke out into a smile, the stress leaving the lines in his face, and he grabbed her head softly and kissed her hairline. “On the topic, can we go shopping to look for a new movie and snacks before we go ice skating today?” 

“Of course we can.” Before he could continue, the clock chimed, signaling the end of her lunch break. The pout was evident on her face the moment the clock started with its awful sound. “Dont pull that face dear, it will stay that way.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. 

The corner of her mouth twitched into a smile as she finally stood up. He pulled her into a hug, the kind only reserved for familial relationships. “Now, I will see you,” He tapped her lightly on the nose. “At 5 o'clock for some tea, and a skate around the rink, hmm?” 

“Definitely, Duck!” She hugged him back deeply, before beaming at him, and heading for the doors. With a final ‘woosh’, the doors were opened, and she was gone, thinking of all the fun they would get up to tonight, and all the pictures of her found family she could add to her wall. 

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Y/n and Gibbs are best friend's with benefits which nobody knows about. Y/n isn't the type to keep a relationship at least as long as they have known her, she would say she's married to the job. Tony asks why he can't get a woman to stay y/n tells him remembering there names the next morning is a good start to which he asks when the last time she saw any action. Gibbs who over hears this knows the answer but also realizes you won't ask him to get involved just kind of smacks Tony's head. Tony spends the entire week making jabs about y/n non exist love life causing her to be irritated in turn distant from Gibbs. Gibbs Warnes him to back off as she is gonna snap By the end of the week Gibbs can tell she is gonna lose it he is intent on making sure she does so with only him around so he can defuse the it without and broken bones. as the team waits for the elevator Tony says one last thing she hits her limit, makes to punch him causing Gibbs to grab her by the waist and push her into the elevator telling the rest to take the stairs as the doors close.

Annoyance- Agent Gibbs (Gibbs X Reader)

Warnings: teasing/slight bullying, a head slap, burst of anger, and some nice fluff

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"Tomorrow night?" Gibbs asks, just before the elevator doors open.

"Yep." You answer and walk out towards the bullpen while Gibbs passes you and heads up to the Director's office.

"I just don't know if none of them want to be in a committed relationship." Tony was spinning in his chair, chatting with McGee.

"Tony, I don't think I'm one to be getting advice on this." McGee shook his head.

"Ahhh, yes, lonely McGee." Tony swiveled his chair till his eyes landed on you. "But you. You can help."

You rolled your eyes as you sat your bag down. Not because Tony annoyed you, but rather, his questions annoyed you. "And what can I help you with, Tony?"

"Why don't women want to stay?"

"Stay where?"

"Stay more than just the night. I've met some wonderful women recently, and none of them want to stay more than the night. Women just don't want to stay in a committed relationship anymore!"

You chuckled at his question and answered back teasingly. "Well, remembering their names could be a start."

McGee laughed as Tony stood up and leaned against your desk. "And when was the last time you got any?"

"I don't think I need to disclose that information." You said, thinking about what had happened this morning with Gibbs.

You both had been friends-with-benefits ever since a near death experience in which Gibbs took you to his place, and then one thing led to another, and now, a year later, you've been having fun no strings attached. Well, at least for Gibbs. You both were married to your job. Anyone could see that, but the feelings you had for each other were protective and caring.

"I think you don't want to disclose it cause you haven't been getting it." Tony laughed.

You rolled your eyes as Tony whipped his body around teasingly, singing how you didn't get any action, stopping when he turned to face Gibbs, who had been standing right behind him. "Uh... Boss, hey, I was just talking with- ow!" Tony rubbed the back of his head after Gibbs gave him a big slap on the back of his head. The sound of the slap causes you to smirk at the satisfying sound.

"We got a dead body in Glenns. Gear up."

You sent a thankful look to Gibbs as you collected your stuff. Gibbs knew you wouldn't say anything about your relationship with him. Even though he gave you the okay, he knew you still wouldn't. You both had never talked about keeping it a secret. You both just did with respect to each other. Plus, the number of questions the team would have and the constant teasing from DiNozzo would be the death of you.

The rest of the week would consist of two cases and constant teasing from Tony. "Got another date with Taylor this afternoon. What are you doing later night, Y/N?"

"Tony, don't push me. I'm not in the mood." You got up from your desk and walked out of the bullpen.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs called out, reading glass on as he looked down at a document, his pointer finger motioning him closer.

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Leave her alone. She's got enough to handle on this case."

"Boss, I'm just teasing her." Tony chuckled.

"Yeah? I'm telling you to stop it."

Tony sighed and walked away, Gibbs watching him annoyed. In the past week, you had pulled away from him, not wanting to get together after work and barely saying anything at work. He knew you were upset with Tony. You loved your job and were committed to it, but he knew you gave up any chance at a relationship because of it.

You just hit your thirties, and while everyone around you was starting families or getting married, all you had was work and some amazing nights with your boss that you couldn't talk about. He knew you secretly wanted a relationship even if you never said anything. He also knew you'd bottle up your emotions and annoyance until it became too heavy to carry, and you'd snap.

He wanted to defuse anything privately and quickly before you went after DiNozzo for saying something stupid. He was hoping that today he would get the chance before you snapped.

"Y/N." Gibbs called out as he caught a glimpse of you heading down towards the interrogation rooms. He jogged down the hall to you and entered the viewing room right behind you.

"What did you need, Gibbs?" You asked sighing as you collected some loose papers on the sound station.

"Just checking on you. Making sure you're okay." He said, your straight face not changing. "Ya looked stressed."

"I'm not. Just annoyed and tired. These two cases back to back have been kicking my ass." You sat on the edge of the table and looked at Gibbs. He could see the exhaustion in your face. He came over and wrapped his arms around you, but you pushed him away. "I gotta go bring these to booking."

He nodded and stepped away as you walked out of the room.

"So I was telling her, Taylor, we got to try this new restaurant this weekend, and she said, well, what she said was not something I can mention at work. But the bottom line is that we got a romantic getaway in a snowy cottage that we won't be leaving this weekend." Tony rambled as you waited for the elevator.

You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for a teasing comment. Gibbs next to you watching your reaction, hoping he'd still have part of his senior field agent if you snapped.

"So, Y/N," Tony drawled out your name. "What are you up to this weekend? Another lonely night reading with a bottle of rosé?"

Gibbs saw your eye twitch then your whole body turned to face DiNozzo, a growl coming out of your mouth, as he grabbed your body in his arms pulling you into the now opened elevator as you tried to get away to yell at Tony.

"Take the stairs!" Gibbs yelled to a stunned Tony and McGee while pushing the close door button on the elevator as he tried to detain you.

Once the doors closed, he pulled the emergency switch and let you go. He watched as you breathed deeply, then rested your head against the side of the elevator, letting out an annoyed grunt.

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have snapped and tried to go after him."

"I didn't say anything."

"Ugh, you don't have to. I can feel your gaze on the back of my head." You turned around, leaning up against the wall looking at Gibbs. "I guess it was just weighing on me."

"What? Tony or you annoyance with not having a relationship."

You rolled your eyes. "Gibbs, I don't have any problem not being in a relationship. My job is my relationship."

"If it wasn't a problem then why get so upset? And your job shouldn't be your relationship."

"The pot calling the kettle black there, Gibbs. You're married to the job, so what's the difference."

Gibbs took a step towards you. "You're young. You'll find someone. I've lived my life, and I sure as hell had my fair share of relationships."

"Gibbs, I've tried, but no one gets what I do for my job. The canceling, the long nights, the never being able to talk about work until the case is over. God, I have to fuck my boss in order to get some." You cried frustrated. You weren't a crier but this was getting to you for some reason and you didn't know why.

"Why not me?"

You looked up, confused. "What do you say?"

"I said, why not me? We're already doing it. We both know how this job gets. Half our nights are spent together anyway. It has been a year, so why not give it a shot?"

You stared at Gibbs in disbelief. You blinked a few times to make sure you weren't imagining things, but you weren't. Gibbs was looking at you with a small smirk on his face, watching the gears turn in your head as you tried to figure out.

"Are you seriously suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Gibbs' smirk just got bigger as he came closer to you, his body brushing up against yours. His hands on either side of your head as he leaned in and brought his lips to yours. He pulled away and winked at you.

"Why don't we give DiNozzo something to talk about?"

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Ridiculously Adorable

Anthony DiNozzo x reader warnings: language, minor injury, sass and banter, flirting. Welp. here we are, it's the first time writing Tony as a pairing, so be kind lol. Hopefully we'll get some more requests for him because I'm slowly fixating and the content out there is practically non existent! criminal. Love DiNozzo and don't want to miss out?! Taglist here! Like what you’ve read? Buy me a coffee🩵🫶🏻

A small light flashed into one of your eyes and then the other before you were asked to follow its movement with both your eyes for a moment or two, the face in front of you trained on yours before they made the assessment that you were okay. You let out a heavy huff, your shoulders drooping as your head tilted back, stretching out your neck before you stood up, only it was a second too soon and you instantly wavered, hand shooting out for the chair beside you.

“DiNozzo!” Gibbs’ called out from beside you, causing you to wince, “take this one home!”

“Boss, I’m fine!” You protested, squinting in his direction.

“Oh c’mon,” Tony called back, “why me?”

“Because you basically pistol whipped her!” Gibbs replied, smacking the back of his head.

“In fairness… I’m not used to the push back on that gun and I did not know she was right behind me.”

“Don’t care. Be glad you didn’t knock her out and that this was just a training exercise not out in the field.”

“The medic cleared me.” You gestured vaguely in the direction they’d disappeared in.

“I still don’t want you driving.” Gibbs shot you a sympathetic look and you let out a breath, “and take the rest of the weekend off.”

“Fine.” You admitted defeat, ripping off your vest and wandering to the sidelines to collect your things as Tony did the same. You were a little surprised he didn’t put up a fight when you started to walk towards your car instead of his, reluctantly tossing him the keys before heading toward the passenger door. “Try not to crash it.”

He muttered something unintelligible back to you as the two of you got into the car, throwing your gear into the backseat and getting settled. Tony had carpooled with you a small handful of times before, not needing much instruction on how to get to your place which you were thankful for, your head seemed to be hurting more now that you were whipping through the city streets. You closed your eyes for a moment in an attempt to block out all the blurry shapes you were speeding by, hoping that would make it better.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, his voice quiet enough you barely registered it over the whir of the engine.

“Yeah.” You cracked open your eyes, looking over to him, “just a headache. Besides,” your lips twitched up into a smirk, “it’s not like you hit hard, we all know you’ve got a major weak left hook.”

“Oh come on!” He protested and you winced at the volume, shrinking toward the car door and he instantly frowned, “sorry.”

“S’okay. I know how loud you are, why do you think I wanted to wait for McGee?”

“Now you’re just being mean.” He taunted, “why must you hate me so?”

“Bold coming from the man who pistol whipped me today.”

“I said I was sorry.” He insisted, a dejected expression on his face but at least this time you laughed, your elbow finding home on the windowsill as your eyes fluttered shut again.

“Just drive Tony.”

“Yes ma’am.”

His lips flicked up into a grin as he turned his gaze back to the road, appreciating the silence of the drive after an extra long and overloaded day at work. He honestly did feel pretty terrible about how the hit went down, it had been completely on him and he was just thankful you were okay, not to mention now he could tease you about your hard head once you were healed. Throughout the drive he found his eyes flicking over to you, making sure you were still conscious, catching you staring out the window every so often, shifting in your seat to stay comfortable.

“Do you have a remote?” He asked, suddenly breaking you from your drowsiness.

“Huh?”

“For the garage.” He gestured and when you glanced up you realized you were already home.

“Oh.” Reaching into the backseat you dug around for your bag, finally finding your keys, pulling them and the attached FOB out to pass to Tony. You guided him to your parking stall, mentioning that you’d call an Uber for him to get back to work and his car.

“Ohoho,” he chuckled, “you’re not free from me yet, Gibbs would probably have me hunted down if I didn’t make sure you were upstairs alright.”

It was your turn to chuckle softly, “you’re not wrong.” Grabbing your bag from the back seat you stepped out of the car, swinging the door shut behind you, “come on...”

Anthony let out a small laugh, cautiously following you to the elevator a little closer than he normally would, ready to make sure you were steady on your feet now after the twenty minute drive. Once inside your apartment you kicked off your shoes, dumping your coat and bag on the kitchen island with a groan, rubbing at your temples before your hands ran over your face.

“There’s a few beers in the fridge.” You murmured.

“Really don’t think you should be drinking.” He replied and you laughed quietly.

“For you, not me. I need a shower, and you need something to distract yourself from the fact that I’m naked in the next room.” You teased with a smirk, pulling an offended scoff from Tony.

“You know I’m not all boobs and butts right?”

“Oh I know.” You laughed, stepping forward to pinch his cheek, “you like to have this whole playa game going on but you’re really a big ass softie. Otherwise you would’ve left me in the parking lot at work.” You flicked the tip of his nose as he let out a playful laugh, watching you disappear deeper into the house, the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut behind you.

Tony glanced through your apartment, it was always tidier than his, more organized but he could tell that you’d been pretty distracted, more focussed on work recently than keeping up around the house. Feeling bad considering he was likely the reason you needed an extra break over the next couple of days he let out a breath, snagging one of the aforementioned beers from the fridge before he started on his task.

He collected the couple of coffee mugs and single wine glass from the coffee table, sniffing at the take out container before deciding to toss it in the trash. The blankets on the couch got folded, left neatly laid over the back of it before he piled up the notebooks and books on the table into a nice little pile. He was about to take out the trash when he realized he should probably go through the fridge first, adding in anything else that needed to be taken out, stuffing it into the bag and propping the door open so he could dart down the hall.

When he was back he started on the dishes, attempting to find the appropriate places for the dishes you’d already cleaned before turning on the tap and starting on the dirty ones.

You weren’t sure if it was the heat of the water or the jolt to the head that was fogging up your brain but you knew it was finally time to get out of the shower when the water was running cold. You did your best not to grumble as you stepped out of the tub, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel to dry off with before padding through the bedroom to find your comfiest pyjamas.

You were about to drop into bed when you realized not only was the water cup on your nightstand empty but your stomach was growling. Picking up the cup you wandered out to the other side of your apartment, your brow furrowing at the sight of Tony in your kitchen.

“You’re still here?” You asked, your voice a little groggy as Tony turned around to face you.

“I figured you should eat.” He shrugged.

“You cooked?”

“It’s packaged ramen, don’t get your hopes too high.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, moving to the sink to fill up your cup.

“Probably better than nothing.” You bumped his shoulder with your own, “thanks.”

“I fucked up today.” He let out a soft sigh, reaching into the cupboards to find a bowl, “it’s the least I can do. Besides, you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“I’m fine Tony.”

“You could be concussed.” He reminded you, handing you a bowl, “so eat this, drink some water and you let me know the second you feel nauseous or have some kinda migraine. I’ll the take the couch, catch up on tonight’s game” he gestured toward it, “it’ll be chill.”

“Alright.” You let out a small laugh, shooting him a smile as you scooped up your bowl of ramen to settle at the kitchen island.

He ate with you, keeping things quiet, every so often a comment or joke would come from one of the two of you until bowls and cups were empty and the exhaustion began to seep in. Yawning you rubbed at your eyes, letting out a little shiver before Tony was triple checking any symptoms and how you were feeling. After he was sure you were okay, he sent you off down the hallway to climb into bed. You waved in the general direction of the fridge, saying something about how he was more than welcome to finish off the beers, you hadn’t liked that variety anyways and then you were behind closed doors with the lights off.

*

Sunlight was streaming through your curtains and you were cursing yourself for not closing them properly the night prior. Having not set an alarm you were entirely unsure what time it was, thankful that Gibbs had given you the day off and there was no reason to stress about potentially being late. Rolling onto your back you stretched your body out, assessing the pain behind your eyes before you even thought about opening them, hand raised to your face you delicately pressed against your temple, cringing at the tenderness when you did so, knowing there must be a bruise but otherwise things felt fine.

Upon sitting up and checking your phone you noticed it was nearing eleven thirty, still early enough to be called morning but late enough to be considered a sleep in. As you pushed the blankets back you shivered in the cool morning air, digging a hoodie out from your closet to tug on before you wandered into the outer apartment.

The first thing that made your brow furrow was the smell of fresh coffee, the second was something sizzling on the stove and the third was the sight of DiNozzo standing in your kitchen.

“Tony?” You asked, your voice groggy with sleep and he turned around, flicking the burner to low.

“Hey…” he greeted with a warm smile, stepping toward you as you moved through the room, instantly frowning at the bruise on your temple.

“I thought you went home after I went to bed.”

“I told you I was gonna stay, didn’t I?” His thumb and forefinger tenderly cupped your chin, turning your face to get a better look at the bruise as he winced.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Your gaze redirected to the living room, noticing the blankets tossed across the couch.

“It was nothing.” His gaze was still examining your temple, eyes tracing the lines to make sure he hadn’t accidentally broken the skin anywhere.

“I mean you could’ve at least joined me in bed, that couch is shit for sleeping on.”

Considering he still had your head tilted away from him you missed the way his shoulders tensed, how his cheeks began to flush at your words. He let out a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing across your cheek before he dropped his hand and ducked his gaze, turning back to the stove.

“It was doable for one night.”

“Why are you getting all flustered?” You prodded at his ribs with your fingers, causing him to swat you away, “we’ve shared hotel rooms before, why do you think we couldn’t platonically share a bed, it’s not like I have cooties.”

“Okay no—”

Your head tilted as you finally saw the counter, cutting him off before you meant to, “I had avocado?”

“You didn’t.” He let out a tiny huff, his lips curving into a soft smile, “I figured you were gonna be out for a few days and you fridge was pretty empty. So I put in a small grocery order and you’re always bragging about those avocado egg bagel sandwiches,” he sheepishly shrugged, “I was just gonna put it away and take off but I got hungry waiting for it to get here.”

“Tony…” you pinched at his elbow softly, looking up at him with a warm smile your face, your hand lingering on his arm, “you’re being ridiculously adorable right now, you know that?” You watched as he let out a breath of a laugh, his cheeks turning pink as you felt warmth spread through your chest when he caught your gaze. His finger curled under your chin, thumb stroking across your skin gently,

“Maybe that’s cause I think you’re ridiculously adorable.”

“Oh and he’s a smooth talker.” You teased with a smirk and he rolled his eyes, closing the gap between you as your arms loosely wound around his waist, “good thing he’s a cute one.” Your lips brushed his skin before finally settling on his lips, softly kissing him and he kissed you back, grin on his cheeks as you stepped back. His hand cupped your cheek before he instantly got distracted by the bruise again.

“God, how bad does it hurt?”

“It’s kinda throbbing, but hey, could be worse, you could have got me in the eye, I could be blind.”

“Awee,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “but then you could’ve gotten a really cute emotional support puppy.”

You practically snorted out a laugh, turning to boop him on the nose, “I think I like this really cute puppy better.”

“You did not just call me a puppy.”

“You like to think you’re a rottweiler when you’re actually just a golden retriever Tony, don’t lie to yourself.” You popped up on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek, “and thank you.” You gazed up at him with such warmth in your eyes it made his chest flood with happiness, “for all of this.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Smiling, his hand cupped your cheek again, just brave enough to duck down and steal another kiss that you giggled into. “So does this mean I don’t have to bum it on the couch next time?”

“For cuddles only.” You teased, “you’ve gotta buy a girl dinner first.”

He let out an exaggerated groan, “and homemade breakfast counts for nothing?” You laughed, pulling down a couple of mugs for coffee.

“It counts as the official end all apology for this.” You pointed to the bruise on your head.

“I’ll take what I can get.”

Tony tugged you back to him, unable to resist snagging another kiss, never wanting the softness and warmth of this morning to go. While it may not have come to be in a way that either of you expected, there was no doubt that you were both incredibly happy about it. And that was apparent as he tucked you under his arm on the couch, satisfied groans over delicious food and hot coffee as you chose something to watch together, smiles on your cheeks as laughter drifted through the air and you got cozy with the new dynamic you never wanted to let go of.

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[allofmytoxicity]

hey, I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask if you could write a comfort fic with tony dinozzo.

I am a person who doesn't make friends easily nor do I fit in social situations easily. When I am out with friends and other people my age, i find it diffcult to fit in, I feel like I don't belong. So using this as an outline, could you write something where the reader went to an afterparty for an event her company hosted and she felt left out and that she didn't belong there and tony comforts her.

Hope this isn't too long or stumps your creativity. I just needed some comfort after the week i've had.

What was I made for?

a/n: okay, no. 1, sorry I pretty much dropped off the face of the earth for months (life is hard, okay!?), no. 2, when I got this ask in, I felt seen. Yes, people may see me on here, think I have it all put together. I don't. And many people like me don't. This piece of writing sparked the creativity I needed just now and getting this ask felt healing after the year I've had, because to cut a long story short, there has been a lot of crying because I didn't fit in. no. 3, I looked at your profile, I am also a McLaren and Ferrari girlie (sadly not max) but, if you want to send me a message after COTA that would be fine! Anyway, enjoy!

Summary: At a work after party you find yourself questioning why you're there until a certain NCIS agent comes along.

Word Count: 1.4k

TW: shit coworkers along with some tooth-rotting Tony comfort fluff while I anxiously sit and wait for formula 1 results.

Why on earth did you think this was a good idea?

Why? Just why?

Your work had decided to put on an event launching something you'd been working on, with an afterparty at the office later on in the night, and even though it was an optional thing, you'd still decided to come.

But even with the hustle and bustle though of the evening, you were stood in a corner, questioning why you'd even come tonight, because there you were, standing in a cinnamon coloured halter-neck dress with a lemonade in your hands beside a plant pot you'd bought years ago for the office.

This plant pot, like your current self, had gone unnoticed by everyone and was left to wither in the background as everyone got on with their lives.

It wasn't even as if it wasn't the norm for people to bring things in to brighten up the dull grey scale office walls, bar the slight accents of burnt orange on things like the company logo on the walls. Around the same time you'd brought in the plant, Anne-Marie round in marketing had brought in a painting that she had hung just outside her office and ever since she'd been complimented on it, whereas your plant? People acted as if it had always been there, but never watering it.

That's what it was normally like for you. There, but never seen, haunting the halls as everyone worked, your existence ghost-like to everyone around you.

It was what made it all worse. You had no work friends, no acknowledgement, not even regular emails because you were just missed out on projects. Sometimes you did literally think about working from home, but that, of course, would be the one time when someone actually needed you.

Taking a sip of the lemonade you were holding, you double tapped your phone as a notification ping came through, the bright light from the sudden action making you squint, before you gazed down at the notifications from your husband, very special agent Tony Dinozzo.

The string of messages that had been sent through, that as you read them, sound like Tony was just texting what had first come into his head. It ranged from texts like 'Sorry I missed dinner, Gibb's has got us working on a stupid case' to 'Are you okay!? The house is empty and I expected you to be home!' to finally 'oh wait you're at that work thing aren't you?' which were all sent in the space of a couple of hours.

Through the regret of turning up tonight as well as the feeling of not belonging, you smiled and breathed out a laugh at the array of emotions playing through the texts.

After a few seconds and quick typing you shot back a reply, 'I'm at the work thing, but I'll be home soon. Not exactly feeling like I belong here.'

The next notification ping about a minute later was Tony's reply, him clearly having just typed it up, 'Good job I was coming to get you anyway, huh?'

You actually, properly, laugh for the first time that night send back just a love heart before moving away from the withering plant in the corner, but not before you donate the last of your lemonade to it first.

After that, you walk towards your desk, just a couple of metres away from the potted plant, but beside where a few of your coworkers were talking, as well as where you'd hidden your coat and bag, grabbing those along with your laptop just to catch up on any emails, or even resign like Tony had been telling you to do for years.

Making your way back through the crowded sixth floor of your office building and making it to the elevator, hitting the green G and let the doors close, slipping your laptop into your bag while they do so.

Quickly putting you bag down on the ground after, you stick on your coat as the elevator moves, not wanting the cold October air to catch you out with a cold as you wait for Tony, so you make sure to fully zip it up as you pick up your bag just as the doors open.

Walking briskly out of the building, you spot Tony standing outside of his car, his scarf and gloves on with his hair perfectly gelled, and begin to rush towards him.

You had walked to the launch party part of the night as it was only a couple of blocks from your apartment before the walk to the office building which you were all taken to by car, so at least your feet weren't too sore, but you were sure not to wear heels tonight jut in case Tony got off work really late.

As you get closer, you smile and Tony reflects it back and it isn't long before you're crashing into his arms, letting a relaxed sigh out into his neck.

"Hey." Tony says quietly, letting you go and kissing you in the middle of the dark car park.

"Hi," you respond, looking him in the eyes. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Tired, but good." Tony replies, looking at you with a smile.

"Why don't we go home?" You ask and Tony nods, opening the right-hand-side car door to let you in before running around to the other side for him to get in the car.

Reversing back and getting on the road, Tony multitasks and takes his gloves off as well, sticking them in his lap before putting a hand on your thigh, not wanting to freeze your leg to death in the short drive.

"How did it go?" Tony asked after a short while, not taking his eyes off the road, but clearly listening.

"Okay. I nearly didn't go tonight. Probably shouldn't've" You reply, looking towards Tony with your head against the leather headrest.

"Why?" Tony continues, flicking his mind away from driving for one second to look at you.

"You know, you've seen the messages. I... I never fit in and I'm always forgotten." You whisper, tears starting to brim against you eyes.

As Tony turns into your street and parks up, he turns in his seat to look at you, before asking one very important question.

"Why do you not just quit?"

You left out alight scoff, letting a few tears fall before you give Tony a reply.

"Because, I don't know what I'd do. It seems all I was made for is to work there and be a pencil pusher. I have no other goals in life. I was left by my childhood friends, I have a useless degree and my coworkers ignore me." You say sniffling, letting more tears fall as you play with the rings that the very special senior agent gave to you all those years ago.

Tony sighs and looks at you before taking your left hand and holding it, rubbing his thumb against the back of it, brushing by the gold bands encompassing your ring finger.

You both sit there in silence for a moment before Tony clears his throat and looks directly at you.

"Quit and I'll get you a job." Tony nearly whispers and your head shoots up from where it originally was facing in your lap.

"What?" You ask, almost in disbelief at what he was saying.

"Quit and I'll get you a job. NCIS will have to have somewhere you can work, and put your degree to use. The team loves you, even Gibbs- which I still don't get- but anyway, you'd have somewhere where people love and respect you." Tony rambles while you start to feel hot tears of pure joy at the fact he was sitting there, telling you that he would work his butt off to find you somewhere where you could be you and be happy.

"You're really doing this? You really want to work with me?" You ask, using your free right hand to wipe your eyes.

"Honey, I think there's a reason those rings are on your hand," Tony says and you laugh. "Yes, I want to work with you, and to be fair, so does Abby. She's been begging me to do this for months."

You giggle at the sentiment and as Tony releases your hand, you both get out of the car and start walking up to your apartment, hand-in-hand, you have a soft smile on your face, knowing that even if you were forgotten by everybody else, there was at least someone fighting in your corner.

Even if they could be a little shit sometimes because they've eaten all the brownies you'd baked the day before.

a/n: there you go! I really hope you feel better after this (also, sorry it took so long to write this). This was really actually therapeutic for me, so I'm glad I wrote this.

requests are open!

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Potc headcanon:

If their in love with you 😍💘

Jack sparrow🍺

Jack sparrow, can you ever picture the choatic, scoundrel in love with anyone.

Jack sparrow is flirty with women, strumpets, nobles, ladies, you name it. But when he mey you that's when it was different.

Jack sparrow had never been in lover expect the closest thing being angelica (but we don't talk about that).

Jack was quite confident, boisterous in his knowledge of the sea.

You coming in the picture was a whole new chapter to Jack's life.

"The pearl," he thought. "Surely it must've been a bad drunken dream he had with you in it ey".

Jack was, conflicted, confused about you or rather, your being.

His feelings are not one to be taken lightly for, he loved the pearl, he loved the sea but a person. How can this be?

Jack would act rash and odd, like odder then his usual self (and you know how odd he is most of the time.)

He would avoid you and hide away from you. Acting like a highschooler with a huge crush.

For one minute, he would be speaking to someone, and the next he would run from seeing you.

You felt weirded out at first, Jack Sparrow, a confident and adventurous buccaneer, was acting like a coward in front of you.

During the night, Jack would be hiding from you until he calls Master Gibbs.

"Master Gibbs," he whispers.

"J-Jack, is tha' yer, whaddya doin' hiding in tha barrells," Gibbs questioned.

Jack peaked his cattish eyes to see if you were nearby, "gah" he pulled Gibbs into the Barrell with him.

"Jack, what's wron', is tha' kraken after us?" Gibbs asked.

"No, somethin' way worse mate," Jack leaned up once more to see if you were around.

"Then, wha' is it Jack" Gibbs questioned once more.

"Him/them/Her," Jack muttered

"Him?/them?/Her?" Gibbs questioned

"The girl/the boy/the person" Jack admitted.

"The girl?/the boy?/the person?--" Gibbs realised who Jack was speaking about.

"Oh, that girl/boy/person" Gibbs figured out.

"But jack, she/he/they ain't out ta get yer, are they? Gibbs asked.

Jack's upper lip curled into something of disgust. "No, not yet at least, but I've been having these -" Jack's hands jestures toward the word "Feelings."

"Oh~, I see wha' ye mean, I see tha' way ye look at her/him/them" Gibbs nudges Jack in a teasing manner.

"Shhh," Jack hushed Master Gibbs. "Well, why Dontcha go n' tell er', after all, ye do ave' a way wit tha lasses".

Jack turned to Gibbs, widening his eyes. "Wait, it be more than tha' Jack?".

"Ohhh, Jack a-are ye admittin', yer in love wit' her/him/them" Gibbs questioned.

Jack pushed himself out of the barrel. "It ain't good mate, I ain't exactly sure what to do" Jack softly spoke.

He cared for you yet he was conflicted. He loved the sea and the pearl more then anybody (aside from rum).

He couldn't begin to imagine being with anyone. Freedom and the lust of adventure were all he knew yet he would need time to figure out his feelings.

Gibbs would give Jack advice for being in love yet Jack would still continue to act stranger.

Jack would give subtle hints, though. He would protect you and act to save you.

Other then that, Jack is weirder when it comes to love rather then lust.

At least you weren't left on an island, although that was more because he couldn't trust Angelica.

Jack would be conflicted, but he would still protect you only the downside is he would try to take time figuring things out for you.

If he did confess, it would be "I love you mate, I always have and always will" leaning into kiss "as do I Jack, as, do, I" y/n speaks softly.

Hector barbossa 🍏

Barbossa, a screaming, strong and fearsome captain that no one dares triumphs.

Barbossa is a man who gives no quarter to those that cross him.

When you picture someone being handsome, you're probably thinking, Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, or James Norrington. Definitely not Barbossa though what if there was something too him.

Barbossa is complex. There's no doubt about that. He's a character that is portrayed in the strong setting not the romantic kind.

Hector being in love would be quite extraordinary, though albeit rare.

Barbossa would often catch himself staring at you from the helm, spying on you through his telescope or eyeglass.

His expressions would be softer; his face pouting instead of smiling over the adventurous horizon.

He would watch over you, from above or far.

He would (Childish as this sounds) dream of you, secretly imploring to show you the true meaning of serenity.

His manner wouldn't change, of course. He would put on this facade of ordering you around or challenging you to keep your mind afloat of any ideas.

He would take advice from Jack on how to woo you but ignore most of it.

Jack would flirt with you but end up bewildered you chose Barbossa over him.

He has hidden himself away or has been quite vague in your presence where as, unlike Jack would speak to you if necessary.

He would be quite protective yet passive toward your nature. He doesn't want to give any hints until he was prepared.

Barbossa mended the helm where Jack caught him staring at you, "staring off again, eh Hector, or rather, are you staring at her/him/them?".

"Keep yer business ter yerself sparrah" Barbossa growled, warning Jack.

"You know me, mate, that ain't happening," Jack teased.

"Don't mind me asking, but how can something as fetching as that end up with something as hideous as you?" Jack crossed the line.

Barbossa pulled his cutlass out from his holster, holding it over Jack. "Shut yer trap!" Barbossa demanded whispering.

"No, I don't think I will" Jack was getting on Barbossas nerves.

"I think there's something about her/him/them hm, seems like you're revoltingly intertwined with the poor thing," Jack smiled.

Barbossa clenched his teeth in a growling manner. "She/he/they won't be wantin' anytin' ta do wit me, fer er/is/their admirer is a swine."

Barbossa withdrew his sword and tended back to the helm, ignoring Jack.

Eventually, Barbossa got to know you more and more, he did confess his feelings.

If Barbossa confessed, he would be emotionally sincere, and with only two words, he admitted "yer treasure."

Will turner🌊

Will Turner was at first a blacksmith, and he often visited Elizabeth.

Will being in love is quite a passionate experience. He would bring the whole world to you.

Will would be around you. He would travel the ocean just to be with you.

Will would team up with Jack to save you from anything.

When the events of Davy Jones took place, he swore his heart to you.

No doubt Will Turner was a strong lad and devoted.

Will was looking out over the horizon, deep in thought.

"Is everything alright, Will?" Elizabeth leaned against the railing.

"Yeah, just, contemplating is all," Will stared off into the distance, looking at you.

"You like her/him/them, don't you?" Elizabeth softly muttered. She had feelings for Will, but it seemed his eyes were on you.

"Aye" will glanced at the broken hearted Elizabeth.

"Least you two have a lot in common," she tried to smile.

Will walked over toward you and held your hand. "Y/n, ever since we first met, I haven't stopped thinking about you, I love you."

The day will confessed was the day he promised to come ashore once every couple of years.

Will Turner was a legend with a heart he held only for you.

Elizabeth Swann 🦢

Elizabeth was the pirate king. She had finally been elected to phase through with the next plan of killing Cutler Beckett.

She was tough, and you knew that, once a woman who was fantasised pirates now a powerful king destined to sail the seas.

She protected you, cared for you, and loved you.

Elizabeth swore she would keep you alive until the aftermath as to which she would dream of living with you.

Will noticed, he approved but felt broken hearted that it wasn't him.

Jack was walking up to her. "So, you and y/n hm, didn't think you'd fancy her/him/them. Thought you fancied dear William."

Elizabeth looked at Jack and looked away. "I did once," she held a playful smirk on her face, "though, things change, you know it intrigues me, Jack, why you're so curious about who I fancy".

Jack gripped the bottle of rum, and he sipped the bitter liquid. "Hm, just wonderin' love".

"Did you place a bet on me with Master Gibbs?" Elizabeth asked.

"What me, nooo~" Jack wasn't able to pull off the facade. "So, mabey I did."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes "unbelievable". She focused her gaze onto you.

"You love her/him/them, don'tch you" Jack blurted out.

Elizabeth turned back to Jack. "Mabey I do," she confirmed.

Jack in his mind knew he would win the bet, that barrel of rum is his.

If she confessed, it would be during the fight with Davy Jones. "I love you, y/n!" She would scream in the rain.

Henry Turner 🔱

Henry was the son of Will Turner, a boy that wouldn't give up on trying to release his father's curse.

Henry would be quite inexperienced when it comes to love, the boys like a puppy.

He would interact with you and be by your side.

He would take interest in many of your things.

Henry would get advice from Jack that would make Carina roll her eyes.

"Henry, are you with it" Carina waved her hand in front of Henry's eyes.

"Huh, yeah, uh I think so" Henry smiled innocently.

"Good, if we sail east, we should be able to find the trident," Carina showed henry the diary of Galileo. The Ruby showed a map that Carina had been using.

Henry had been averting his eyes to behind Carina once more seeing you.

"Henry, what's with you?" Carina asked.

"Are you staring at another girl/boy/person?" Carina grew annoyed."For heavens sake, Henry, we must concentrate if we ever wish to free your father".

Henry nodded, getting his mind back into the main goal.

Henry couldn't help himself by being around you though Carina got annoyed with Henry's gushing.

When he confessed, it was after he freed his father. "Y/n, I love you, you've been there when I needed it and I thank you for that" Henry would then lean in to kiss you.

Davy Jones 🐙

Davy had only ever gave his heart to only one person, a goddess of the sea.

He's cold, cruel and had his heart hardened.

Davy would in love again would be a rarity, he couldn't feel for anyone else.

It was break his grief, he would be able to move on and regain humanity.

It would be possible he may just be able to turn human.

Davy had finally admitted his conflicted feelings for you, seeing calypso before the final battle.

Tia Dalma appeared behind Davy. "You know what fate has woven you back".

"I dah naught need ta' see you" Davy said in anger.

"Your heart still beats, a life spared by your own choosing," Tia stood her ground.

"Ah spar nah one" Davy said in a short fuse.

"A heart that beats but not for my own," Tia admitted.

"You've spared a life, a life not given to cruelty." she caressed his cheek "a woman/a man/a person".

"AH DONT SPAR LIVES-AH!" Davy shouted, slamming his claw hand against the wall next to Tia.

"You broke my love," Davy muttered before calming down.

Tia whispered before Davy left, "Your heart belongs to me but it beats for her"/him/them.

Davy would take time, he would confess during the last maelstrom battle. He would see you wounded and that's when his rage was let out.

"Y/n," he would mutter before roaring and slaughtering the men.

"My heart belongs to you."

Cutler Beckett 🍵

Beckett is cold-hearted, he is ambitious and an intelligent man.

He wouldn't usually show how soft of a man he would be, but that changed.

Beckett would at first try to manipulate you, for you to give up sparrow.

He would hire you on occasions to spend nights with him as a strumpet.

He would keep these occasions on the down low in private.

He would use you, but he also holds affection for you, attraction.

So when the time came, he had to choose you or the company.

"We got him, sir, we got him, Captain Jack Sparrow" The navy officer said.

Jack was trapped in chains between his hands and feet.

Beckett gave a wry smile of amusement "well, if it isn't captain Jack Sparrow".

Jack glanced up to see the lord.

"After all of this, a filthy scoundrel trapped in chains" Beckett smiled with amusement.

Beckett pulled out his flintlock pistol, aiming it at Jack.

"Send my regards to Jones for me, will you, Mr Sparrow?" Beckett smiled.

You come in the way of the between Jack and Beckett.

"Y/n, move," Beckett ordered.

Since you refused, Beckett aimed the pistol directly in front of you and Sparrow. "I'll give you the final chance to turn away now, girl/boy/y/n".

Beckett was frustrated that you defended Sparrow. For a moment, he lost his composure.

His cold eyes drew into one of regret for a moment, as if he truly treasures you.

Yet his morals kicked in and shot you. Blindly, he didn't know, he couldn't tell where his mind was but his ambitions had gotten in the way.

He looked distraught and shocked, as smoke left the pistols' end point.

Beckett hadn't really meant to kill you, not really, but his ambitions were tremendous.

If he confessed it would be "you make me content, a sweet girl/boy/person in this devastating world betrothing herself/himself/themself to my desire. What a despicably beautiful act."

James Norrington 🎖

James had his heart broken by the woman he was devoted to.

He was honorable, polite, and a man with high morals.

The admiral has been in love before but could never really express it.

If he were to love another, it would be better for him so he could move on.

James met you when he betrayed Will and Elizabeth when he retrieved the heart of Davy Jones.

Beckett dismissed the admiral as he was set out to be promoted and restored once more.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" James said in concern.

"I had to see you, the chest of Jones, did Will and Elizabeth destroy it?" you asked in a huff.

James looked down in shame, he betrayed the only friend he had.

"So they didn't?, why?" Y/n asked.

"Listen to me y/n, there may not be much time, Beckett's men will hunt you if they find out you're associated with Sparrow" James whispered.

"You need to leave, don't come looking for me anymore, your safety is my highest concern" James looked around the hall outside of Beckett's office.

"You're precious to me, more than any I've known," James suddenly pushed his lips to meet yours, like it's a goodbye kiss.

"Now go," James ordered you.

You listened and left without a word as James breathed a sigh in relief and attended his duties toward Lord Beckett.

If James were to confess, it would be like "y/n, you're a fine woman/man/person, and you would make an even finer wife/husband/partner."

Tia Dalma 🐚

Tia was a wild woman. She was extraordinary compared to the rest, she likes to explore those she's interested in.

Tia had only loved once, a man from a long time ago but he betrayed her.

Tia being in love would finally heal her wounded heart.

She would be able to move on but not destroy Davy Jones as he was her past.

Tia was greeting Jack Sparrow, an old friend.

"Jack Sparrow," Tia smiled at the captain.

"Tia--" Jack noticed you behind the back "question, who's that" he pointed.

"She/he/y/n is a child with a destiny," Tia said no more than that.

"New friend, congrats, love," Jack smiled.

"She's/he's/their more than just that," Tia implied.

Jack was astonished, although he didn't know the full story.

Tia had guided you from the beginning, she was a goddess you fell for.

When she confronted Davy Jones, you felt Jealous knowing her past.

Davy would kill you for taking his lover.

If Tia confessed, she would do it after her Goddess form "my y/n," she whispered.

Carina smyth ✨

Carina was a very smart woman, an astrologist curious to know who her father was.

Carina being in love is more likely to involve her being caring toward you.

She would spend time with you and tell you about the stars and her past.

Carina was talking to Henry; Henry respected her decision but felt bad for himself as he had a crush on her.

Carina was watching over you as you were tied with Henry and Jack to lead Barbossa and his men toward the trident.

"I don't believe now's the time to be asking odd questions, henry," Carina whispered.

"You like her/him/them. I understand, but what would happen if the captain killed us? " He whispered back.

"I think you should tell her/him/them, or they'll be no other time," he said.

Carina looked toward you as Captain Barbossa untied her to guide them over the waters.

She quickly demanded a word with you, or she won't tell them. Barbossa impatient said she had 5 minuets.

"Y/n, listen, I should've said something earlier, but I'm glad you're here with me," she admitted. "If I ever did meet my father, he would be proud of us".

If carina confessed, it would be after she found out who her father was. "I love you; I really do."

Armando salazar 👻

Salazar was sailing the seas, hunting down pirates until he died from the hands of Jack Sparrow.

Armando was human and when he fell in love he showed it through his soft side.

When he turned into the un-dead, he became cruel, cold and merciless.

Salazar kept an eye out for only one thing; revenge on sparrow.

He looked over the deck to reminisce over his past life.

He remembered you, your warmth and soft touch.

It was the only part that made him feel human.

You were probably long gone by now since Salazar had lived on for quite sometime.

That was until Jack had an encounter. After Salazar had become human from the trident breaking.

His flesh and memories were flooding back, ones of love and joy.

"I am back mi amore, I am alive," he muttered.

However, it was short lasted when Barbossa sacrificed himself to the sea killing him in the process.

"I-am-alive" as his last and final vision was you.

If he confessed, it would be when he was human and did it in a shy yet ambitious manner. "Sounds stupid, doesn't it, but te amo y/n."

Phillip swift 📔

Phillip was captured by the infamous blackbeard.

He was forced to work under his name, as a servant of the pirates.

Phillip had been tortured, physically and mentally by the captains cruel nature.

The only thing that kept him going was his bible.

When Phillip was in love it would've been with you either as a captive or a mermaid/merman/merperson.

Phillip escaped the treacherous crew from the fountain and ran back to find you.

"You came back" you said with your hands tied up to a tree "why".

"God gives love to all, gods creation shall be protected." he used a small dagger to untie you.

"I am his messenger, I will not let you die," he tried hard to uncut you.

"Phillip, I'm not special, I'm not worth your time," you said.

"What, of course you are. You are god's beautiful gift to this world, as you are mine" he finally uncut the bonds holding you.

You fell back into the water as he let you escape.

You had some options to take him with you or leave him on land.

If he confessed, he would say outright, "You are a beautiful creature, made from the heavens above."

Syrena 🧜‍♀️

Syrena was caught by the crew for her tears.

She didn't know the human world, but she knew cruelty.

You were a boatswain on black beard's ship. Angelica prompted you as she thought you were more tougher.

You kept an eye on everything, the riggings, the crew, and the order.

Syrena became friendlier with you and Phillip. However, you were short lasted as you started to have feelings for syrena.

One night, while Jack was hunting for the chalices. You stuck out.

You brought a small cutlass with you and cut the bindings.

With no word you grabbed syrenas hand and ran.

"Where are we going" she said.

"To freedom" you replied.

Phillip got up and went to check on syrena when she was nowhere to be found.

The crew had no idea where the mermaid or you went but it put angelica and her father in a heap.

They were ordered to hunt you down and kill you.

She looked into the sea yet without a second thought looked back.

"Come, come with me, you save me, I do the same in return," Syerna held your hand.

"I, I can't, you're a mermaid, and I'm a human it wouldn't work," you said sadly.

Syrena looked up and kissed you before diving into the sea. Her tail sparkling in gold.

"I understand, but what's left for you up here?" she pointed toward the way back.

You held your hand out as Syerna dragged you into the sea, never to be found again.

If she confessed, it would be, "I feel it for you, a human feeling for you, I love you."

Angelica tech 👢

Angelica was under the eyes of her father, she had to play a very strict role in order to survive.

She was no mere lady, she was the first mate of her father.

She was Jack sparrows ex-lass, an old flame, broken woman of the seas.

Angelica trusted no one. She didn't want to be played for a fool ever again.

Angelica in love would be like having a second chance only, be careful not to break it.

One night, you set up a romantic giving that was until Jack ruined it.

"So let me guess this straight, she likes you, you like her, and you hate me," Jack questioned. "And you're just here," he pointed to the bard, who smiled and waved back.

"Aye, Jack, this is none of your business," Angelica spoke.

"You should've known. If you wanted me back, you wouldn't have left, " angelica concluded.

"Nah, but see here, love, she doesnt know who you are" Jack turned to you.

"Jack, she/he/y/n doesn't have to know of my life," angelica persisted.

"Though you proclaim to be the daughter of-" Jack nearly spilt her secret.

"I'll cut your eye out Jack!" Angelica interrupted.

"I got a second chance, a chance that you never gave me, and I'll be damn sure you don't ruin it" Angelica threatened.

"Hang on, don't she/he/they know that's blackbeards daughter" the bard spilled.

"Now that wasn't me," Jack defended.

"You're a pirate," you question.

"Yes, yes I am, at heart like my father" angelica admitted.

"Pirate or not, you're still the heart of my sea," you asked.

If angelica confessed, it would be sweet and passionate. "My y/n, you are always mi amore."

Edward tech🏴‍☠️

He was one of the most fearsome pirates known to date.

In the fountain of youth, you were captured as a concubine/concubinus/partner.

You weren't exactly treated with care, always expected to somehow pleasure and entertain all the crew and its captain.

You grew to be tough once you were in the fountain of youth you were forced to join.

Phillip and syrena were the closest you had ever gotten to a friendship.

One night, you entered the cabin to confront the captain.

Though it wasn't as planned as you were held back.

It wasn't easy, but as time went on, you had grown soft for his daughter.

On the other hand, it was decided you were to be made as a pirate bride/husband/partner.

You grew to hate the life but slowly developed feelings.

As you got to the fountain of youth, it was surprising he chose to sacrifice his daughter instead of you.

Though in the end, he may have died, but it was revealed he indeed had feelings for you as he muttered out your name before falling to bone.

Joshamee Gibbs 🍻

Gibbs was Jack's loyal first mate, a member of his crew.

Gibbs was more logical than Jack was and acted like a father figure toward him as a dear friend.

Gibbs was surely never once had been in love as he valued the sea more.

One day, you came on board as Jack's "friend" to see the pearl.

as he set sail, Gibbs had taken more of a liking to you.

Jack would certainly get jealous of all the attention Gibbs is giving you.

Usually falling off the barrels as you walk past from drinking as he was caught off guard.

He would speak to you about the ways of the ship, boasting on about Jack.

Gibbs eventually settled his mind on one thing yet he had to make a hard decision to choose you or the sea.

Gibbs one night decided to take you on a date with the help of "jack".

One day, Gibbs came in to admit something.

"Ah, Master Gibbs, glad you're here, I need yo-" Jack noticed Gibbs's words.

"Jack, it ain't easy, I thought it be the sea, but oh, miss/mr/y/n was certainly a sight." Gibbs reminisced.

"Who, the girl/guy/person, well bloody didnt well know that," Jack furrowed his eyebrows.

"Jack, ye've been intertwined wit lasses before, whaddya do ta reel them in" he asked for advice.

Jack smiled, thinking, "Guess I won the bet, ye owe me a lot of shillings and doubloons Hector".

"Right mate, first you have to set the mood hm, then add some passion t'your evening then--" Jack gave Gibbs a sly look.

"Then wha" Gibbs smiled following along.

"Then you leave the next morning and set your sights on the sea," Jack smiled.

"Jack, I ain't spendin' a crack at jenny's teacup wit her/him/them," Gibbs firmly said.

"Hm, then that's on you, mate," Jack wandered off to find some rum.

If Gibbs confessed, it would be like the old school couple kind "y/n, I ain't usually interested in many bah, ye be one o' a kind, I love ye from the bottom o' the briny deep ta tha top o'tha shining stars".

Ragetti and Pintel 👁💢

Ragetti and pintel are two of the same, not the smartest but not the worst either.

One day in tortuga, the two spotted the sight of a good looking lass/lad/person.

"Look o'er there, quite a looker ey" pintel winked.

"Yeah, bets they taken though" Ragetti thought.

"Only one's way ta find out," Pintel smiled.

"Wait, we's can't just goes o'er there, i means look at them and looks at us" Ragetti halted pintel.

"Who cares if she/he/they's aint inta us, well plunder er/im/em," pintel replied.

"I wouldn't do tha', I would take em out ta sail unda' tha stars n' then dance wit them under the moonlight, reciting some love words" Ragetti swooned at his idea.

Pintel looked at Ragetti like he was repulsive "I would's bring er/im/em ta tha brigs n' if cap'n don't want er, then I'll take em" pintel smiled at the evil thought.

"Ya's ave' ta be in love ta treat em right, I wouldn't hurt em otherwise" ragetti intervened.

"Love, it's repulsive t'ward pirates, keeps us doin' mushy stuff tha aint them" Pintel cringed.

"N'alright, if ye ain't gonna treat em right, then i's will." ragetti approached you.

Pintel grabbed him by the arm. "Hangs on who's says you's get firsts claim".

"I did" ragetti growled. Then the two grabbed out their cutlasses and started to sword fight over the pettiness of you.

If the two were in love, it would be weird yet funny to watch. Ragetti would be intelligent in his ways of speaking to you while pintel would probably scare you off.

Captain Teague 🎸

Teague is an old sea salt, the keeper of codes and the first in the Brethren court.

He would be seated in the Brethren courts meeting when Jack greeted his dear old dad.

"Ello' Jackie" Teague greeted his son.

"Dad" Jack greeted back.

"Been a while, hasn't it" Jack admitted.

"Hm, seems so" Teague replied.

A woman/man/person comes around and greets their husband with a smile and curtious look.

"Who's that" Jack asked.

"They be my new mate" teague didn't reply much more then that.

"Does this mean I ave' a new parent now" Jack looked confused.

"How's mum" Jack asked curiously.

Teague pulled out a shrunken head of her as Jack smiled awkwardly. "She looks great."

You on the other hand smiled at Jack's reaction as you wrapped yourself around your husband.

"Sparrow" you muttered.

Teague treated you with respect and sometimes played his guitar to you.

If he confessed, it would be sudden. "Hmm, guess I would say I love you, but be a bit cliche really".

Bootstrap Bill🐚

Bootstrap was apart of the cursed crew on the Dutchman.

He had no free will and even missed his son.

You were the only bright part of his life, he would protect you from Davys grasp.

Bootstrap Bill in love would bring back memories of his former, dead lover arabella.

You looked after bootstrap as he talked about his son.

One day bootstrap got punished by Davy Jones.

"No, it's not her/him/them it was me" bootstrap defended.

Bootstrap held his end for you and got whipped at the boucan.

Bootstrap would be the most protective man that would stick out for you.

Bootstrap admitted his confession when you were hurt. "I'm sorry y/n, I loved you, I couldn't go through with Davy hurtin' you."

Redd the pirate 👩‍🦰

Redd was a tough woman. She was previously a wench and now she's a pirate.

Redd would be protective of you and she would defend you in any way she could.

She would hold many adventures with you and let you set sail with her.

"Seem's the ol landlubber knows how ta sail" she smiled to you.

"Seems the ol' lass knows her words" you replied.

Redd would be hanging around Tortuga while having fun.

She was auctioned off originally for being a pirate bride however she sailed with barbossas old crew on the wicked wench.

You showed redd respect compared to the rest of the drunkards.

If she confessed, she would kiss your forehead while saying, "Be not many like ye, a true lady/gent/person ta show this lass a yey ol time. I be willin ta spend e'ry shillings on ye if ye take this lass out on a blissful evenin".

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.187 Passing the keys

That night, I went back to the rental website to fill the vacancy because it didn't make sense to wait. The house had been sitting all this time, waiting to generate income for us, and it was past time I did something about it. I decided to rent to the older gentlemen, but his application was no longer available. I was kind of bummed because I had already formed a picture in my mind of what he would be like based on the information he shared on the application, and now I'd have to start over. The plus side is that I found a young family like I originally wanted, so I accepted their application right away. In the morning, I got a notification saying they had moved in already, so I went over there after breakfast to introduce myself and get to know them. The application stated they were a married couple with twin infants. The house wasn't exactly setup for two babies, but they can make it work.

As I approached the door, I overheard them arguing, and my whole body tensed up. They reminded me of Mama's friends, who stayed with us and argued literally day and night. I hope to the Watcher these two are not like that. I pressed my ear to the door to see if I could get an idea of what the issue was. It turns out the woman was flustered because she saw a lost dog who needed help but ignored it. She felt guilty about it and wanted to go back and find the dog, but the husband didn't get it. He was very dismissive and said dogs get lost all the time and it was none of her business if someone can't keep track of their animal. Oh boy. This better not be a bad omen. I knocked, hoping to interrupt him berating her, and they let me in. Owen and Jilliana Sage are their names. Owen works at a store and seemed to have a good sense of humor, so maybe he's not so bad. Jilliana is more serious and super smart. She works at the space center, but I don't remember what she said she does there.

She tried to introduce me to the babies, Xavier and Zahava, but they both started screaming because Owen had the TV way too loud. Xavier calmed down enough to let me hold him, though. He was so tiny and made me miss Desiree at that age. I didn't intend to spend the day with them, and they clearly had things to do, so I told them to call me if they needed anything and made my exit.

I had to pass by Chi Chi's house on the way back home, so I stopped by to tell her we were moving to Gibbs Gardens soon. She was bummed about not being around the corner from us anymore, but relieved we weren't leaving the city. Behind her eyes, however, there seemed to be more than just disappointment at losing her favorite neighbor. I asked if something was wrong, and in Chi Chi-like fashion, I got way more than I bargained for.

As she began this tale, my initial reaction was to beat myself up again about not being a good friend because the details of her story started a while ago. But I stopped those thoughts before my brain ran away with them. We all have super busy lives. No one has time to be involved at such a granular level anymore, and no one is expecting us to know everything. I am a good friend, and I don't have to know every detail to prove it. Come to think about it, my friends—minus Dub—know less about me than I know about them. Needless, I'm done with stressing myself about this.

Chi Chi's woes began with her birthday a few weeks back. Like many women her age (especially when they are as fine as she is), she didn't handle the adult birthday well. Of course, she knew her body would change, but like me, seeing it hit differently. Between that and the little lines creeping from the corners of her eyes and across her forehead, she's feeling frumpy. I almost laughed. She is still one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Frumpy where?? She would turn heads wearing a paper bag. I bet she could gain 300 pounds, shave off her hair, and still have a trail of thirsty men following her everywhere. Still, if the aging stuff was the only thing she had to deal with, she would be fine in time. The problem is all her other worries reinforce the aging issues, and she is struggling. The short version of the story is her life has not turned out how she imagined. She once told me she wanted to remarry and have more kids, but all the dates she's been on led nowhere. Now, as an adult, she's thinking about giving up on that dream, especially when she's about to be a grandmother! Karmine, her daughter, is grown grown now. She moved her boyfriend into the house without even discussing it. Then, she got pregnant and moved out, so Chi Chi is all alone in the house with nothing but these crushing thoughts to keep her company, and she's not doing that great.

I had no idea if it would help, but I decided to share my midlife crisis story. It felt wrong at first because I never told Sophia I was struggling, but if Chi Chi can walk away feeling better, the discomfort will be worth it. Even though her story is different, I identified with everything she said because I realized life rarely turns out exactly how we plan. The reason is because we never factor in trouble or change. Our plans are always perfect and positive. When change and trouble comes, we feel out of control, like our world is falling apart. But the world isn't falling apart. It's the same as it always was. We just haven't taken off our rose-colored glasses yet.

I told Chi Chi everything would be okay, and she should look at it from a positive perspective. Because she's not starting a new family, and is an empty nester, she's got so much extra time to do all those bucket list things she's been looking forward to. And since she won't have any young children to raise, she has time to time to be super grandma and help her daughter through those oh so difficult first two stages. She's still really young and can reinvent herself if she wanted. And when love finally finds her again, and I believe it will, it will be all about them with no one else coming between them. They'll grow old together and be annoyingly in love.

Like I said, I have no clue if my little pep talk helped, but at least I left her smiling. Kinda like grieving, she'll find her way to accepting her new normal, and when she does, she'll appreciate the picture I painted for her.

[steviebunny]

Pretty Astute Observations

Entrée (part 1)

09:00

“Well, thanks to Freddie Lounds, there's an unconfirmed story floating out there that The Chesapeake Ripper's already in custody.” 

“Unconfirmed. Am I confirming? We’re Fact-checking for Freddie Lounds...”

“You're fact-checking for me.’

“I always feel a little nervous going into these places.”

“Why's that?”

“Afraid they won't let me out.” As Will says that he stumbles and begins to fall when he is caught by Lena. She smiles and simply responds “No need to worry, I feel the same way when I walk into the BSU.” She even winks at Jack…Will is really beginning to wonder how she gets away with expressing her true feelings to Crawford readily. Thats a matter for another time he supposes, awkwardly separating from Lena. Clearing his throat and adjusting his glasses. 

Jack says “Don't worry. I won't leave you here."

" Yeah, not today.”

—

09:10

Fredrick Chilton in what is either complete confidence or unassuming arrogance “Dr. Bloom just called me about you, Mr. Graham... or should I call you Dr. Graham?”

“I'm not a doctor.”

“You're not FBI either… what of your friend?” Chilton’s gaze goes to Lena scanning her from top to bottom. 

“He teaches at the academy, he’s got the temp.ID. I’ve got the real thing. Along with a few others…Has anyone ever told you you’ve got this uncanny resemblance to a manhattan ADA? Barba I think… met him back when I was with the BAU”

Chiltons jaw fixes into a frown. “Theres a distant relation, far cousins of somesort on the fathers side I believe. We’re not close.” 

“Funny I suppose, well Dr. Chilton we’re going to need to see the crime scene while it's still relatively undisturbed.”

“I assure you three, for something so disturbing, it is quite undisturbed.”

“Why was a nurse left alone with a prisoner in a high-security psychiatric hospital?” Will begins asking his questions of the situation.

“For the two years since he was brought here, Gideon behaved perfectly and gave every appearance of cooperating with attempts at therapy. As dictated by our present administrator, security around him was slightly... Relaxed. I cannot help feeling responsible myself for what happened. He sat directly across from me and I had no idea what he was hiding.”

“And now one of your staff is dead. I understand, doctor.”

“Mr. Graham's going to need to see the crime scene with as much privacy as you can provide”

“Oh, yes, that thing you do. You're quite the topic of conversation in, uh, psychiatric circles, Mr. Graham”

“Am I?” 

“Uh, yes. A unique cocktail of personality disorders and neuroses that make you a highly skilled profiler.”

“He empathizes with everyone Dr.Chilton…he doesn’t become the killer or agree and sympathize with their motivations just feels what they can. You’d think someone in your highly educated poition would understand the difference.”

“Well we are woefully short of material on your sort of thing, Mrs.Holmes.”

“Gibbs, Ms.Gibbs. Dr. Chilton.”

“Oh yes, horrible tragedy… forgive my forgetfullness.”

“We’d like to see the crimescene now.:

—

09:15

“So, Gideon was restrained?”

“Handcuffed.”

“He concealed a fork tine in the palm of his hand and used it to pick the lock. Where is he now?”

“In his cell. You'll note the removal of organs and the abdominal mutilations are all consistent with The Chesapeake Ripper.”

“So is the brutalization of the corpses, but that doesn't change the fact that The Ripper is still out there.”

“Jack, what I'm about to show you suggests otherwise.” The door buzzes open.

“Dr. Chilton consulted on the case when we failed to catch The Ripper after his last series of murders.”

“The reason you failed and kept failing to capture The Chesapeake Ripper...Was I already had him.”

Will’s eyes seem to glaze over as he examines the scene, almost swaying as he scans the room.

“As far as we know, it's been over two years since the Chesapeake Ripper killed?”

“That's correct.”

“When was Gideon admitted?”

“Almost two years ago.”

---

05:00

“Yet another early morning for us Ms. Gibbs.”

“You requested to see me this time, Dr. Letcer”

“I did.” His sad smile widened towards the redhead “It has come to my attention that I know a fair few things about you, only from the papers. I’m hoping we can rectify that.”

“What’s there to rectify?” She shrugs, “I have an affinity for loving intelligent and stoic people, maybe to my detriment. My father has killed for me, my career is my life. Arguably the first and last of those things are also because of my father.”

“That's a fascinating way to phrase Agent Gibbs being a federally acknowledged hero. The largest number of commendations in Naval investigations, yes?”

“Killing is killing is it not?”

“To some…What of your mother, Lena?”

She scoffs and stands from her seat, then moves to rest her back along the ladder in the office.

“Dead. She and my younger sister. Murdered. Papa’s spent his life keeping me safe and dedicated to taking down the scum who are responsible for such things.”

“Is that not admirable?” He asks leaning his chin into his hand. His face is still plain but something behind his eyes changes. A new understanding.

“Sure it’s admirable…but it messes someone up does it not? Will would like him, he builds boats by hand in his basement.”

“Is he the ‘messed up’ one or are you Lena?”

“Both…I mean look at my track record. Papa joined the Marines, then took down druglords and terrorists for a living, I joined the Marines like him and went to work for the FBI, taking down serial criminals and maniacs for a living. When Jack made that go to shit, I fled, fell in love with a man who solved puzzles, and took down terrorists for a living…Even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process.”

“It's quite the pattern isn’t it?”

“What about you Dr. Lecter, how’d your parents screw you up?”

“They passed away.”

“Would you like a hug, Hannibal?”

“A hug?”

“I have a friend that once said a good hug tells you all you need to know about a person…so” Lena stands with her arms out-stretched for him.

And Hannibal readily accepts.

----

09:20

“She has the same wound pattern as the last-known victim of The Chesapeake Ripper. I mean exact”

“We never found a body for his last known victim.”

“Then the victim before that.” Will flails his wrists a bit looking peaky, his brown glistening with sweat.“I see The Ripper, but I don't...Feel The Ripper. This is plagiarism”

“We never made the wound patterns for any of The Ripper's victims public.”

“Well, maybe he is The Ripper. I don't know.”

“But if he's a plagiarist, the real Chesapeake Ripper is gonna make sure everybody knows it.” Jack sighs. 

“Well, there’s nothing more that Will can do now, so that means I don't need to be here.” As Lena begins to ascend the steps back from the scene Dr. Chilton moves to block her path. 

“Agent Gibbs, while you're here how would you like to accompany me to an event this afternoon.”

“An event?”

“A show, I have spare tickets.”

“I do love theater but I’ve already got plans, sorry.”

“You do..?”

Lena looks behind her maybe begging for one of the other men to give her a way out of this, but of course. They are useless.

“Yes! Actually, Will is introducing me to his dogs today, aren’t you Will?” The man in question looks perturbed but plays along. “I am. Dr. Lecter was supposed to feed them for me today but I suppose Lena talked him out of it this morning.”

“That I did! Now if you’d excuse us Dr. Chilton it's a long drive to Wolftrap.” She says as she pushes past Frederick and quickly jogs up the rest of the steps.

---

"It's hard to understand everything's so... twisted and hard to explain."

[oneshotnewbie]

(Tw, eating disorders)

hiyaa, could you do a fic with NCIS (the whole team or just a few characters) and reader who had been struggling with an ed?? i will leave the details to you xx

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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You sat alone in the darkened kitchen of your apartment. The plate in front of you was empty, the remains of a meager salad that you had tossed around several times. Your gaze was blank as you stared at the plate, as if searching for answers that might be hiding in the dried lettuce leaves.

The last few weeks have been a challenge for you. The relentless cases and high stress levels at NCIS had taken their toll on you. The originally secret battle against the numbers on the scales had long since become an open war that you were waging against yourself.

Your colleagues started to notice your changes. Special Agent Ellie Bishop, your best friend, was one of the first to notice a certain distance in your eyes while you were working on a case. Gibbs, who could read his team's moods like no other, had also picked up on the subtle clues- the tired eyes, the emaciated appearance, and the color that had drained from your face.

After a discussion about the latest case and your lack of sympathy, Ellie and he exchanged worried glances before silently agreeing that it was time to talk to you. Together they decided to bring in Jack Sloane, the team's experienced psychologist and agent.

Just a few hours later, after gathering informally, Gibbs, Ellie, and Jack found themselves in her office. The tension in the air was palpable as they patiently waited for you to walk in the door unsuspectingly. “Sit down, Y/n.” The older man spoke calmly, pointing to the couch opposite.

You hesitated with a questioning and slightly confused look before sitting down. The gazes of your colleagues literally pierced you and made you nervous.

"We're worried about you, sweetheart," Ellie began gently, her arms wrapped around her body as her lower back dug into the blonde's desk. "You seem so different lately and we want to understand what's going on."

Jack eventually continued, bringing out her expertise, enhancing the expression of her words by readjusting her glasses. "There's no reason to walk alone in the dark."

It was hard to miss the tension on your face as you tried to control her emotions. Gibbs looked at you seriously, a hint of concern and sensitivity shining in his eyes. "Y/n, we are your team. If you have problems, you don't have to fight it alone. Talk to us."

"It's nothing. I'm fine." You spoke after listening to your colleagues' words, literally feeling the pressure inside you as a lump formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before standing up and abruptly leaving the room without saying another word. The look on your face told the three of them a mix of anger and shame as they realized there was a deeper reason for your change.

The door closed behind you with a muffled bang and Gibbs sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the closed door. "Damn," he muttered. "She won't let anyone talk to her."

Ellie cast a worried glance in the direction you had just been sitting and furrowed her brow in frustration. "We can't just let her go through this alone. She needs help."

Jack Sloane nodded in agreement, her emotions contained as she considered what to do next with you. "I agree, but she also has to be willing to accept help. We can't force her."

In the next few days the atmosphere in the team remained tense. You tried to appear as normal as possible, but the tension between you, Ellie, and Gibbs was palpable. The usual jokes with Dinozzo, the shared breaks with Ellie and the feeling of togetherness with Gibbs seemed to have faded into the background.

Until the senior agent's team received an urgent mission that required your full attention and teamwork. A suspicious package with a bomb inside appeared in a public building. When you arrived on site, the situation quickly became aggravated by memories of 9/11. The building was evacuated and the team took control of the entire situation.

This effort that brought you back onto the field was actually intended to provide distraction and focus for you. However, the tensions in the team were obvious. You avoided all eye contact with your colleagues, the images of the failed conversation echoing in your head, and the pressure you were trying to hide weighed heavily on you.

While you were concentrating on your tasks, you suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Your heart was pounding fast, the world around you was spinning, and your legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. Your vision blurred. Instinctively you reached for the closest thing possible to hold on to, which at that exact moment was Ellie, but your knees gave way and you sank to the ground next to her. The colors blurred before your eyes and you lost consciousness.

Ellie noticed the suddenly tight grip on her forearm. Gibbs, who was standing right behind you, reacted quickly and caught you before your head hit the paving stone. “Y/n!” He called as he gently laid you on the ground and Ellie called emergency services while Dinozzo and McGee continued to focus on the case. You were pale and breathing shallowly, the older agent trying to wake you up while Ellie looked for signs of acute medical distress and checked your pulse, all while talking to the emergency dispatcher.

Gibbs watched worriedly as you slowly came to. When your eyes opened, they showed a mix of embarrassment and weakness. "What happened?" You mumbled, still dazed.

"We'll sort that out later," he replied calmly, brushing some stray strands of hair that had gotten lost in it out of your face. "Right now we need to make sure you get medical attention."

Even as the paramedics arrived and took care of you, the two exchanged a meaningful look. The events of the last few minutes had exposed a reality that they could no longer ignore and it became clear to everyone that this was not just about the case and the hot summer days that drove everyone into a corner - this was about the well-being of an agent who not only fought against external threats in everyday life, but also against her own demons.

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In the hospital room, surrounded by dim lights and the hum of medical equipment, you sat up straight in bed. Gibbs and Ellie had alerted Jack to come to the hospital, where all three of them gathered around you, each of them with a serious but caring look.

"Y/n, it's time we talk about this," Jack began in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand tentatively running over your still-shaky forearm, skillfully ignoring the intravenous access for medication. "We really care about you. This fainting is a symptom of something bigger. You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."

You looked down, fingers folding nervously in your lap. The walls you had so stubbornly built seemed to be crumbling. Gibbs took a step closer to you. His eyes met yours, intense and fatherly at the same time. "You're part of my team, y/n. If you're having trouble, I'm here for you."

Ellie also wanted to join in the conversation, adding something that completely grounded your walls. "We are not only colleagues, but also friends and family. You can trust us. We will help you." You took a deep breath and nodded, a lone, slow tear rolling down your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to talk about it. It feels like I'm losing control."

Gibbs placed a protective hand on your shoulder, letting you know that it was okay to let them in and accept their help. "Sometimes it's okay to let go of control. You are not alone and together we will help you get back on your feet."

"I fell into something that I didn't think I would ever fall into again. An eating disorder that I actually left behind a long time ago," you began to say, many more tears following. Ellie had immediately moved to your side, wrapping you in a big hug to help you tell them everything they needed to know.

The following weeks were characterized by intensive discussions with Jack, supported by professional help from another psychologist outside of working hours. The entire team was there to support you every step of the way, enveloping you in care as they ate with you and brought you small snacks.

Gibbs, who was otherwise known for his strictness, became a protective father figure who lost his strictness on you when it wasn't work related. He constantly reminded you that there was no shame in showing weakness and that you didn't have to fight alone if you suffered a setback for the day.

The team became a supportive unit that not only solved crimes but also looked after each other. Through your courage to defy and confront your own demons, the connection between you all became significantly stronger. Everyone in the family had learned that true strength often came from accepting help and going through the darkness together, rather than isolating yourself and taking the rocky road alone.

[special-agent-sass]

Midnight Ride

Y/N revved the engine of her Kawasaki Vulcan 900 as she sped down the empty stretch of highway, the cold night air whipping against her face. With each twist of the throttle, she pushed the bike faster, adrenaline and rage coursing through her veins.

The needle on the speedometer edged past 100 mph. She knew she was being reckless, but she didn't care. The danger made her feel alive, made her forget everything else. Forget the past, forget the pain. Out here it was just her and the road.

The headlight cut a narrow beam through the darkness as she leaned into the curves, expertly controlling the rumbling machine beneath her. She had no destination, only the need for speed to quiet her restless mind. The events of the day replayed in a relentless loop - the latest heated argument with Gibbs over her recklessness, the biting comments meant to cut deep, the frustration boiling over yet again.

She knew he only lectured her because he cared, but his stubbornness and overprotectiveness felt suffocating. Needing an escape, she had stormed out, hopped on her bike, and pointed it toward the open road.

Miles flew past in a blur, but still her thoughts churned. She resented Gibbs for trying to tame her wild spirit, even as she felt the undeniable pull between them - a volatile chemistry neither would acknowledge, dancing around the sparks that flew whenever they were near. His rare smiles made her pulse race, while his criticisms stung more than from anyone else.

Caught up in her thoughts, Y/N failed to notice the familiar pair of headlights gaining on her until they flashed urgently. Cursing under her breath, she reluctantly slowed and pulled over onto the gravel shoulder. She didn't need to look back to know whose black sedan now idled behind her.

Gibbs approached, his face etched with concern and frustration. "Just what the hell did you think you were doing?" he demanded.

"I was fine," Y/N fired back defensively. "I've been riding since I was twelve and I know how to handle a bike."

"Like hell you do! I clocked you going over 100mph. You trying to get yourself killed?"

Y/N clenched her fists, getting off the bike to face him, refusing to back down. "Why do you even care? I'm just some reckless adrenaline junkie to you, right?"

Gibbs stepped closer, his stern expression softening. “You know that’s not true,” he muttered. "That stunt was dangerous and stupid, but only because I can't lose you." His voice dropped to nearly a whisper. "I was scared, Y/N. Scared I wouldn't reach you in time."

Y/N froze, stunned. She searched Gibbs' face and saw the sincerity in his eyes. Her anger melted away. "I didn't mean to worry you. I just...I needed to clear my head."

Gibbs lifted his hand to her cheek. "I know. But you have to stop running from things."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, firm and insistent. After a moment of shock, she returned the kiss hungrily, releasing all the desire and frustration that had been simmering below the surface.

They broke apart, breathless. Gibbs rested his forehead against hers.

"Rule twelve be damned," he murmured. "I don't want to waste any more time pretending I'm not in love with you."

Y/N blinked back the sting of tears, overwhelmed by the admission. No longer uncertain, she pulled Gibbs close again, surrendering to the passionate embrace under the moonlight. The empty highway faded away until all that existed was the two of them and the truth laid bare.

Whatever the next day held, they would face it together, side by side. Y/N knew that his love was worth risking it all - even her stubborn heart.

[crazycurly-77]

Who's Dracula? - Ch 3

Back in the lab...

...you sat down at your desk and started further research.

While you were waiting, you couldn't help but stare at the monitor and thought absentmindedly about who Dracula was and where you would finally find him.

But you had already searched all the offices and asked everyone you knew - unfortunately to no avail. No sign of the new colleague. It was really very strange. He had disappeared off the face of the earth. But what really bothered you was that he seemed very familiar to you, even though you had never seen him before.

Abby looked at you now and then, amused and also pitying, and thought to herself: "If you only knew that Dracula is nearer than you think..."

But her thoughts were interrupted by a visitor, because Gibbs came by to check on you both.

Abby was standing at her spectrometer and was the embodiment of happiness, while you sat in the office, sad, dejected and lost in thought, with your head resting on your hands and staring straight ahead.

That was completely unusual for you.

He went to Abby and asked worriedly with a nod in your direction: “What's wrong with her? Is everything OK?”

Abby looked at him and sighed: “She met Dracula yesterday and really wants to see him again, but she can't find him.”

They both grinned broadly and winked at each other. He nodded, kissed her on the temple and left. But you didn't notice any of that.

The next thing you knew was Abby speaking to you gently: “You're totally depressed that you can't find him, aren't you?”

You looked up at her with a sigh: “Yes, he has disappeared off the face of the earth. And what is bothering me even more is that he seems so familiar to me.”

Abby smiled at you: “Maybe I can help.”

You looked up at her sadly: “Thank you, that’s nice of you. But I’m afraid no one can help me.”

“Hm, I think I know him…let me try.”

She smiled encouragingly at you. It was so infectious and comforting that you couldn’t help but return her smile.

“Very well, tell me.”

She beamed: “I think I know him.”

“And who is it?”

Abby cheered and jumped for joy because her plan seemed to be working.

With a broad smile she looked at you and said conspiratorially with narrowed eyes: “Come here this evening and you'll see. And…put on something nice.”

She winked and went back to her equipment. Somehow you had the feeling that she knew more than she was saying. A lot more. But well, you would find out in a few hours.

After work, you were quite nervous and excited, so you put on a short, tight-fitting black dress and drove back to the lab.

Abby had apparently not gone home in the meantime, because not only was she there, she was also still wearing the same clothes.

“Wow, you look amazing!” she exclaimed as she came towards you excitedly.

You hugged each other, laughing. When you separated, you noticed something in her hand.

“Thank you. But what do you have in your hand?”

She grinned: “That’s a black, opaque half mask. Put it on!” 

“But then I won't see anything,” you argued, irritated.

“Put it on and let yourself be surprised. Nothing will happen to you, I guarantee it. You couldn't be safer.”

With a sigh, you finally agreed. Whatever she had planned...she wouldn't let anything happen to you.

And as soon as you had agreed, she shouted “Great!” and put the mask on you.

Then she spoke gently: “I'm leaving now. Just stay here. I swear, nothing you don't want will happen to you.”

You could only nod at that, because your excitement and nervousness rose immeasurably.

Suddenly you heard quiet music. Someone had turned on music, but who? There was nothing to be heard except the sounds of the song.

This music sounded familiar to you. "Yes...Dracula and I danced to that music at the party!" you noticed in surprise. Was he here?

Then you felt someone take your hand in his and your other hand was placed on a strong and muscular male chest. The other hand of the person opposite you was gently placed on your back.

You slowly started to dance. Neither of you said a word, but the way he held you, his large, calloused but still gentle hands seemed so familiar to you... your unknown dancer could only be your Dracula.

Hope of finally seeing him again and finding out who he is rose in you.

But instead of aftershave like at the party, he smelled of soap and...was that sawdust?

Your heartbeat quickened and your thoughts raced...

But instead of him releasing you from all of your questions and introducing himself to you, he kissed you gently again.

You couldn't help but return the kiss - it was simply wonderful and it was marvelous to lie in his arms.

Now you were sure - it was definitely your Dracula.

He felt your consent to his approach, pulled you closer to him and deepened the kiss while cautiously removing your mask.

He carefully broke your kiss and waited for you to open your eyes.

For a few seconds you still reveled in the wonderful feeling of his lips on yours...

...then you finally opened your eyes, which grew bigger and bigger in amazement. In disbelief you could only ask one word: "You?"

He laughed. Dracula laughed. But no, it wasn't Dracula. In front of you stood another "Prince of Darkness"...Leroy Jethro Gibbs!!!

You still couldn't believe it. Here he stood in a black suit and white shirt. He held you safely in his arms and laughed. But he also seemed a little nervous.

Your brain slowly came to the realization that Dracula and Gibbs were one and the same person. Of course he looked familiar to you, he was your boss after all!

And Abby was right, nothing would happen to you. You couldn't be safer. 

But you needed his confirmation of your suspicion and asked him: “You were Dracula, the one I danced with at the Halloween party?”

He smiled and answered quietly: “Yes.”

That stunning smile that makes your knees go weak…you should have recognized him by that.

But something irritated you: “Why?”

He laughed briefly and stroked your cheek: “I wanted to spend time with you privately. Without any hierarchies or anything else.”

You couldn’t follow him: “But you did that without a disguise.”

He sighed: “Yes, but that way not everyone was watching us and I could enjoy the time with you without restrictions.”

Aha, okay. That made sense, but one question remained: “How did you manage to take off your disguise so quickly?”

He grinned with pride at his successful plan: “I had help…from Abby.”

Now you knew…that’s why Abby was able to help you and knew that nothing would happen to you. Of course not, because Gibbs would never hurt you.

There was still one question left: “And now?”

“And now?” He repeated your question and paused.

Then he continued:

“The evening with you was wonderful. This evening today is wonderful…and if you haven’t noticed yet…I’ve fallen in love with you and want to get to know you better.”

He paused again. He was visibly nervous, looking from you to his shoes and back to you.

Looking deep into your eyes, he then whispered: “Will you give me a chance?”

How could you resist that look? It made you melt in seconds. You looked at him with a challenging grin: “You know that cute puppy dog ​​look is irresistible.”

You paused and laughed when you saw his mischievous grin. Then you continued: “But you won't believe it...I've fallen in love with you too...without your disguise.”

His eyes shone with joy and smiling happily, you finally answered his question with a tender, whispered: “Yes!”

The End

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