#jethro gibbs x male!reader

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— Drive All Night

— 🖊️. Synopsis. You’ve been quiet; more quiet than normal. Gibbs wants you to know that despite as stoic as he is, he does care. (inspired by ‘call your mom’ by noah kahan and lizzy mcalpine)

— 🖊️. Warnings. Ooc Gibbs but idc. Comfort fic kinda. I self project. Mentions suicide. Mentions Shannon and Kelly Gibbs.

— 🖊️. Tracklist. Track One Track Two Track Three Track Four Track Five

Gibbs looked over at your form, slumped over. He looked at his watch: 23:37. You were usually the person to stay late, to work on the things that were undesirable for everyone else. You hadn’t left the building earlier than 20:00 in months.

He knew why- or rather, knew of why you stayed late. Jenny had told him you had problems, problems taking care of yourself and neglecting yourself; sometimes choosing to take out your own anger and depression on yourself. But you were the best of the best. In fact, you were the best and the youngest. Aged twenty eight.

“Y/n.”

You snapped up, eyes landing on your boss’s. “What’s- what do you need?” You asked, setting your pen down and closing the file.

Gibbs watched you watch him, rigid in your chair.

He knew you were scared to trust; to open your heart and let people in. You had been working for NCIS and had only went out for drinks with the team thrice- Ducky’s birthday, Ziva’s birthday, and Abby’s birthday. You were included, but you seperated yourself for reasons unknown.

“I want to go for a drive. Come with me,” Gibbs said.

Lately, Gibbs had noticed how tired you were, closing your eyes for longer amounts of time, straight chugging your coffee, and getting in and leaving althe office after Gibbs got there. But you were efficient, getting not only your paperwork done, but working on most of Tony’s as well (something that made Gibbs unusually mad).

You were literally working yourself to death and chose to add more to the pile. Was it to get away from your thoughts? To get away from your home situation? What were you running from?

“I have work to do-“

Gibbs chuckled. “You’re the fastest agent to complete their paperwork. You do Tony’s. Tim’s, even. You’re more than ahead on your reports.”

You gnawed at your lip. “Sir, I’m getting ready to go home.”

Liar. Gibbs shook his head in amusement. “That’s an order, y/n.”

At that, you shut off your light and grabbed your coat. “Ok.”

The walk to the elevator was quiet. You wondered what Gibbs wanted. Were you getting fired? You had not done anything out of the ordinary recently… what could Gibbs want?

You climbed into the passenger seat and prayed you were keeping your job.

Gibbs started the truck and drove out of the parking lot. “So,” he started.

You didn’t say anything. You just looked out the window, taking in the life. “What do you want?”

“To know,” Gibbs replied. He turned down the radio and kept his eyes trained forward.

“Know about…?” You prompted, cutious as to what he wanted.

Gibbs shrugged. “You.”

“Y/n l/n, aged 28. My eyes are-“

“Not from your file.”

Silence fell. You didn’t have amything interesting to say about yourself other than the fact that you went to the gym and had an extensive collection of sunset polaroids. And there was no way Gibbs wanted to know about your childhood. That sould be disappointing. Disappointing to tell him about how ordinary and unimportant you were, your own family leaving you. It’s disappointing- exactly the reason why she did what she did: to be more than disappointing. In fact, you had a new reason not to be a disappointment: Gibbs. He, in your time at NCIS, had become one of the few people you never wanted to disappoint.

“Well then… I don’t know what you want to know,” you mumbled dully. Please, you thought, don’t let this change your opinion of me.

Gibbs looked over to see you already looking at him. He couldn’t see your expression, but you looked like you were already thinking about what he would say next.

“Tell me something, y/n. Anything.” Gibbs stated. He slowed down and turned left. He himself didn’t seem to have a destination, making you wonder how long Gibbs would drive around.

You didn’t want to talk, but you yearned for Gibbs to know, to look at everything you’ve gone through and done and understand why you are the way you are.

Of course you trust him, though. That’s not the problem for once. The problem is you don’t want Gibbs to get the wrong impression of you, or come to the conclusion that you’re a fraud or something.

“Tell me something about you first,” you shot back easily, relaxing a little bit into the seat.

So, Gibbs told you about a woman named Shannon and a beautiful baby girl named Kelly. He told you about Shannon’s rules, how he knew that she was the one. A young Leroy Gibbs knew that Shannon Fielding would be the love of his life.

And Gibbs also told you about the case that killed them: the gun, the bullet, and the casing. He told you about his habits after they died, how cold and snappy he was. He told you about- despite his madness- a certain Donald Mallard kept forcing his way into Gibbs’ life, making sure Gibbs knew he wasn’t alone.

“What I’m tryin’ to tell ya is… we are here for you, kid. You aren’t truly alone in this miserable world,” Gibbs finished quietly.

By now, Gibbs had parked in front of a house- his house?- and completely torn down the barrier between boss and coworker.

You weren’t gonna lie, you were crying by now. Tears silently streaming down your cheeks as the man you most admired and looked up to told you about the best and worst days of his life- all the while he had no idea about who you are.

“I didn’t-“ you started, sniffling. You turned to look at him, tears blurring your vision. Some of the phrases he had used to describe his pain rang in your ears and Gibbs knew it- he knew you could relate to some of the things he said and felt.

“Stay the night, kiddo,” Gibbs said, reaching over to pat your shoulder.

As he exited the truck, you felt more tears burning in your eyes: that pat on the back literally gave y/n a reason to live.

Maybe, y/n thought, all the lights that had shut off could turn back on.

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Saint Tony (Tony DiNozzo x reader) part 1; fluff

You’d been working at NCIS for a few months. Gibbs saw you working for the police department. You were a detective that wasn’t taken seriously. You made observations and figured out things that the other cops didn’t, but you were so young, you were a girl. Nonetheless, Gibbs asked you to come work for him. And that’s how you met Tony.

You: I’m going drinking tonight with the girls.

You respond to his text. You hadn’t been talking to Tony for a long time, had only been friends since you started at NCIS.

Tony: Oh fun! What bar?

He replies he wasn’t gonna show up. He just wants to make sure you’re safe

You: Stevie’s

You say, a dc famous western themed bar/club known for its really good drinks and music but terrible violence. You had been fine in your past experiences, so you didn’t think much of it.

Tony: Taking a gun?

You: Mmm I thought about it but not tonight

Tony: Have a DD?

You: No we’re taking an Uber.

Tony: Well call me when you get home, or if you need anything

You: Okay thanks dad 😂. You joke.

Tony: Wow I care about you and all I get is sarcasm? Not even a promise of a kiss

You: Aww poor Tony… baby needs some attention.

Tony: I mean, I wouldn’t mind having you to myself tonight

You: Ooo maybe maybe.

Being with Tony seemed like such an amazing idea. As much as you wanted to play around before giving in, you were wanting to dive head first into him.

Tony: Well go have fun with those girls! Call me. Be safe (y/n).

The disappointment settled in as he changed into some pj pants and his hoodie. He heated up some leftovers and turned on a movie.

Time skip~

Tony was asleep in bed. Meanwhile a night at the bar turned to be you starving, drunk, and desperately searching for your phone. When you finally found it, you called Tony.

“DiNozzo” he says sleepily into the receiver end.

“Hey Tony. Would you mind picking me up?” You ask. Your words slurring into each other.

“Yea, I’m on my way” Tony sat up and swung his legs out of bed. Grabbing his keys and wallet he left the house. 15 minutes later Tony’s Mustang was running idle in front of the bar. You walked to the entrance where Tony was standing. You laid in his arms as he leaned against the door of his car, laughing.

“Tony Tony Tony�� you say.

“(Y/n)” he laughed. “Let’s get you in the car”

“Okay okay” you were giggling. Body shaking against Tony’s as you did. Tony was smiling. You looked so beautiful. A black satin dress, your hair was messy now, a little mascara under your eyes, but that lipstick was unmoved. He helped you into the car, running to the other side to get in.

You had your head on his shoulder. He could feel your light breathing on his neck. While waiting at a red light he tried to look down at you, he found your eyes looking at him. You moved your body, a drunk hand lazily moving around his neck. He moved his face to looking at you completely as you laid your lips on his.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You whispered between kisses.

“Yes” he responds as he began driving to his apartment. Your hands all over his body. “(Y/n)” he moaned. He slowly started losing his composure. Dick hardening as he speedily drove to his apartment.

Tony was willing to admit that he wanted to have sex with you. But not drunk. He wanted you when you were sober. In his mind, if you love him sober, you’ll love him drunk. Not the other way around.

“Tony” you whispered in his ear.

“(Y/n)” he responded. Your hands still traveling around his body when he pulled up into the driveway. He parked the car and turned it off.

Once the two of you were inside, Tony took you to his bedroom. You drunkly got undressed. Tony had his back turned while you were pulling down your pants. He tossed one of his shirts on the bed.

“I’ll be back” he said and left the room retuning a few minutes later to see you sitting on the edge of the bed. “Brought baby wipes for your makeup” he shrugged crouching down to help you wipe it off.

You were smiling. You played with his hoodie strings while he cleaned off your face. Slowing down around your lips. You leaned down and kissed him. He kissed you back. Tony moved between your legs and you scooted back on the bed. The blankets already in disarray seeing as he was sleeping earlier.

“Tony…” you whisper palming him through his pajama pants. He shook his head, kissing you deeply.

He held your hips. Close to his.

“Fuck” he groaned as you moved against him.

He pressed his lips to yours one more time. You passionately kissed him back. He covered you with the blanket, as he noticed you were getting sleepier and sleepier.

“Goodnight gorgeous” he kissed you before cuddling next to you. You hummed in response.

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Characters & Fandoms I write for;

I am willing to write pairing fics of a character x reader, or general scenario fics with reader inserts.

Reader will be male with he/him pronouns as a default, so please specify if you’d like a female or gender neutral reader!

I will write LGBTQ+ and straight readers & pairings, just let me know what kind of thing you want in your request! I will not write smut.

I am Autistic and have ADHD, I will happily write either of these into fics.

I will write mental health issues, I personally suffer from OCD, CPTSD, Depression, and have previously dealt with ED tendencies, so I can write those with relative ease, request other mental health stuff and I’ll give it a go if I can or let you know if I don’t feel able to write it.

Characters not on my list are probably either not there because I don’t feel I know the character well enough to write them or am not comfortable writing them as pairings, but it’s always worth checking just in case I forgot to add someone!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner (Hotch)

Jason Gideon

David Rossi (Dave)

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Anthony DiNozzo Jr. (Tony)

Timothy McGee

Abby Sciuto

Jimmy Palmer

Ziva David

Ellie Bishop

Nick Torres

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Greg Lestrade

James Moriarty (Jim)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

I will probably add more characters as I get further into shows I am watching or if I find a new fandom to obsess over! Have fun writing requests!

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I gotcha. It's probably not the best, but the reader is male, might be able to be read as gn but I wrote it as male reader. Hope you enjoy.

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You smile as you look in the mirror at Marcy’s tattoo and piercings shop, the new snake bite piercings sparkling in the led ring light she recently purchased, “I love them, Marc, amazing as usual.”

Marcy, a 45 year old woman with ink on almost every inch of her body and enough metal to set off TSA from 50 feet away, who is also your best friend of 30 years, gives a cute little curtsy, “Only the best for my favorite customer. Your boss isn’t gonna get mad you got face piercings as a federal agent, is he? I’d hate my hard work going down the drain because of some bureaucratic ‘professionalism’ bullshit.”

You roll your eyes before turning to her, “I cleared it with the big big boys. I can have my face piercings and tattoos as long as I’m a good agent. There’s no way they can fire me after what I’ve done for them anyways.”

She laughs with you before you pay her (extra as well cause you know her and her wife are saving money to have a kid), give her a hug and kiss on the cheek, and go home for some beer and rest. You have work in the morning and you know your new piercings are going to bug you, so you have to make sure you’re really careful not to aggravate them more.

The next day you wake up, take your shower, carefully brush your teeth, eat breakfast, then sanitize your piercings, get dressed for work, then get in your car and drive to the Navy Yard. You didn’t tell any of the team that you were getting new piercings. 

‘Hopefully Tony doesn’t make fun of me too much. At least Ziva and Abby will like them,’ you think as you show the guard your badge and she compliments the new metal. You smile to yourself on the way up the elevator, knowing you’re going to be the first one in the office.

Well, other than Gibbs, but you doubt he’s at his desk. He spends the first hours of the morning spying on the team, waiting for an opportunity to walk in at the worst moments. 

When the elevator dings, signaling you’re on your floor, and the doors open, you have a stupid smile on your face, thinking about Gibbs. You don’t know how or when you fell for the older silver haired man, but what you do know is you fell HARD. His icy blue eyes and his stare that goes right into your soul.

It drives you crazy.

You snap yourself out of your first daily Gibbs Dream, and take a sip of your water. You made a deal with your ex-wife that for every cup of coffee or caf-pow you drank, you would drink a cup of water. 

You and your ex-wife have no ill will towards each other, you had been each other's beard for the military up until it became legal and ‘dont ask dont tell’ died out. Then you divorced and stayed amazing friends. She’s still in the Marines, one of the only women serving in combat in the Middle East. You miss her, but know she’s a capable woman, one of the reasons you agreed to a marriage with her.

You are once again snapped out of your day dream by the elevator, this time Tim coming through the doors. You smile and greet him from your desk, waiting for him to notice the new metal in your face, but he was too preoccupied, greeting you and then going to his computer.

You just smile, deciding to make it a game. Whoever noticed the bling first got a surprise. Obviously your bet was not on Special Agent Timothy McGee, his head wrapped up in someone’s bank statements, probably baddie of the week’s, but that wasn’t your division, so you went back to your very boring bolo updating.

Next to show up was Tony and Ziva, talking loudly about how Gibbs would totally either get crushed or dominate in a fight with Godzilla. Ziva was sure Godzilla would step on Gibbs, even then he would survive he just wouldn’t defeat the Giant Japanese monster god hybrid, while Tony believes Gibbs would stare Godzilla down and make him his pet.

You roll your eyes as McGee distractedly interjects, “Gibbs would never let Godzilla close enough to step on him, Ziva, but I doubt he could break Gidzilla’s will with just a stare. He’d probably blackmail Godzilla into not tearing Tokyo apart before finding a prison to sentence him in.

The bickering continued for a little bit, you adding your idea that Gibbs would snipe Godzilla with the biggest caliber rifle he could find with none of the detectives in the room noticing your piercings. 

It was when Tony made a lewd remark about Gibb’s sex life, comparing it to the destruction of Tokyo in the Godzilla movies, that Gibbs walked into the room, smacking the senior field agent in the back of the head and saying to get back to work on the case. 

You chuckle, catching the Team Leader’s attention, making him smile and remark on your new mod while passing your desk, “Nice new bling, Marine.”

You smirk, “Thank you sir, I was waiting for someone to notice. Say, sir, how would you defeat Godzilla in a fight?”

The rest of the team tuned in to look at your new jewels, before turning to Gibbs for his reply, “Big gun, snip him out. Easy.”

Tony let out a curse, handing you $20, while Ziva and Tim groan. It just makes you smile wider, your bottom lip aching from the new wounds, before everyone goes back to their jobs. Your typing and water sipping not faltering even as you feel Gibb’s gaze on your lips, looking up to give a coy smirk, showing you caught him, before going back to it.

It was only 17 minutes later when your computer beeped and you clicked on it to see a hit on your bolo for the suspects car. You stand, putting it on the plasma to inform the rest of the team. His car was dumped on the side of a small road in the middle of nowhere, nothing out of the ordinary other than it being dumped. 

Gibbs grabbed his coat, gun, and badge, before signaling you to do the same and you did, before following him into the elevator. You lean on the railing and give your boss another smirk. You both knew there was something between you, had even come close to doing something about it before his rushed saying of “Rule 12” before running. 

Too bad he can’t run while trapped in an elevator.

He notices the look and is ready to speak before you cut him off, “Don’t even say it Jethro, you haven’t been able to take your eyes off me since you saw my new mod. It’s alright, you can say you like it.”

He sighs before pressing the emergency stop on the elevator, “Rule 12.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “You know I don’t give a damn about that rule, Jethro. You’re still going to have feelings for me, even if we aren’t dating, or fucking, or whatever I can get my hands on at this point. Might as well have fun with the shit that comes with having feelings. I really like you Jethro, hell, it might even be love at this point, but you won’t even give me the chance to try and figu-”

He cuts you off by grabbing your cheeks, your eyes widening and meeting his as he pulls you close to his face, your noses brushing each other, “I really like you too. That’s what scares me. I was hoping it would go away but it’s just been getting stronger. Then you have to go and get that lip piercing and I can’t stop starin’ at it. I’ve always loved your lips, but the way the hoops make them look now.”

He cuts himself off. Staring down at your newly pierced lips, “How am I even supposed to kiss you with these things?”

You smile widely and chuckle, “Very carefully I assume. We can always practice.”

You bring your hands up to the back of his neck, your right hand running through his short silvery hair and your other going around his shoulders. You use your right hand to draw him down, angling your head to kiss him without the metal getting in the way. 

Jethro melts into it, backing you into the elevator wall, before maneuvering in a way that brushes his lips too harshly into your piercings. It makes you take a sharp breath and he pulls away with an apology. You just smile and pull him back in.

You stand in the elevator lightly and awkwardly kissing, trying to avoid the hiss of pain that comes with your new accessory, for a minute or two before separating. You both smile, but it’s Jethro who breaks the silence.

“We should probably go check on that car. People need the elevator, but after work, you can come to my basement and we can talk.”

You smile back to him, “I’d like that.”

He smiles back, “Me too,” and then presses the emergency button again, turning the elevator back on. 

You give him another short kiss before the doors open and you make your way to his government car, getting in the passenger seat, a smile on your face the entire way.

Your first kiss with Gibbs may have been awkward as hell, but it’s probably the best kiss you’ve ever had. You look at the man to your left, smiling as he catches you looking before turning to look out the window at the city, thinking about the talk you’re going to have later that night.

For once in your life, being a workaholic, you hope your workday goes by quickly.

Could I please get a Gibbs x male or gn reader who has tattoos and some piercings and recently got snake bite piercings and walks into work (on Gibbs team with Ziva, Tony and Mcgee) without saying anything and waits to see which of the team notices the latest body mods first? (that’s a trick, it’s Gibbs of course) And then an awkward elevator kiss between the reader and Gibbs as they try to navigate the new lip piercings? Just some silly fluff with one of my favourite characters as I’ve read so many angsty fics lately 😂

I’m sorry I love this idea but I personally have no idea how this would work either 😂😭

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Hesitation

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pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem pilot!reader (last name: abbott, call sign: medusa)

characters: jake seresin, reader, the dagger squad + maverick and warlock, leroy jethro gibbs, ziva david, timothy mcgee, anthony dinozzo junior, donald mallard (ducky), james palmer, abby scuito, secnav, male villian!oc - Cole Cooke

warnings: THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, language, death, SA, torture, abuse (not by hangman), car accident (mentioned), vomiting, guns, canon violence, i’m sorry if i missed any, please let me know and I will add it to the list

word count: ~10.6k (i-i don’t know what to tell you)

a/n: the NCIS team will consist of Gibbs, McGee, DiNozzo, and Ziva (mainly because that’s the season i’m currently on) and the Dagger Squad is temporarily stationed at Oceana

like mentioned in the warning, this fic contains sensitive themes, reader discrection is advised

**********

The Gibbs Team looked at the plasma, looking over the military file displayed on it.

Tony crossed his arms over his chest and got closer to the screen, “She’s pretty, real pretty.” “She’s missing DiNozzo,” Gibbs said, walking into the bullpen with his coffee. “How did you-” Gibbs just stared at him. “Nevermind.”

McGee rolled his eyes before turning to the screen. “Lieutenant Y/N ‘Medusa’ Abbott was reported UA this morning by her captain, Captain Pete Mitchell.” Ziva spoke up, “She’s a Naval Aviator, graduated top of her class and has flown several high profile missions.” “She also was a TOP GUN graduate, graduating in the number one spot there as well,” Tony added.

“She got a backseater?” Gibbs asked. “Uh, no, not anymore,” Tim said, looking down at the ground. “Not anymore?” The image changed to one of a photo of Y/N and her backseater. “Lieutenant Jordan Winters was in a car accident in 2018. He was in a coma for a month, when he woke up the damage to his legs had been so severe that he was discharged,” Tony elaborated.

Gibbs nodded, “What about her wingman?” Ziva pressed the clicker, “Lieutenant Jacob Seresin, call sign ‘Hangman’; also graduated top of his class and graduated from TOP GUN in the number one slot.” Tony winced, “Wonder what he did to earn a call sign like that.” Ziva chuckled, “I can think of a few things.”

A smack sounded out in the bullpen.

Ziva and Tony rubbed the back of their heads. “Right, sorry boss.”

“We need to talk to her squadron, Captain Mitchell, and Admiral Bates,” he walked around his desk and grabbed his coffee. “DiNozzo, you’re with me.” “Gibbs, why are we looking into this? She’s only been UA a few hours, that’s not really enough to classify her as missing,” Ziva questioned. “My gut.”

As Gibbs and Tony got into the elevator, “McGee, I want a BOLO out for her vehicle.” “Yes, Boss.”

********

After flashing their badges to the gate they went into the training facility.

“How can I help you guys?” The secretary asked as he looked up from his computer. “Do you know where we can find Admiral Bates?” “He should be in his office, he’s expecting you.” Gibbs nodded and went down the hall.

He knocked and received a ‘come in’.

Gibbs walked in flashing his badge, “Admiral Bates? Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, NCIS. This is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.” Warlock stood, “Glad you could make it here so soon. I know Captain Mitchell called it in, but he was ordered to start training as usual.” “Is he on the ground?” Warlock nodded, “Yes, as are the rest of the pilots. If you’ll follow me I can show you the way.”

As he led the way, they asked him questions. Like what Y/N was like, what her relationship was with her squad and her commanding officers. And Warlock had nothing but positive responses.

They entered the hangar seeing the pilots sitting casually, standing at attention when the Admiral entered the room.

“You may be seated.” Warlock gestured to the agents, “They are Special Agents Gibbs and DiNozzo. They’re from NCIS.”

Payback sat up with a furrowed brow, “NCIS? What happened?” Warlock sighed, “As you all know, Lieutenant Abbott did not report this morning. They’re here to ask you all some questions.”

Gibbs turned to Maverick, “Captain, I’d like to speak with you first.” “Of course, my office is this way.”

******

In Maverick’s office, Gibbs asked him questions about Y/N.

“You called this in very early, why?” Maverick sighed, “Med- Lieutenant Abbott, has never been UA and has barely ever called in sick. I’ve had to send her home a few times actually.” Tony nodded before asking his own question, “So, there is no possibility that she’s late?” “No, sir.”

Maverick sighed, “I just, I have this feeling that something’s very wrong. It’s in my gut, and my gut is usually right.” Tony and Gibbs shared a look, nodding.

“Is there anyone that might want to hurt her for any reason?” Tony asked. Pete shook his head, “Not that I know of. She’s loved by everyone on this squad and her past squads had nothing but nice things to say about her.” Gibbs sat up, “We need to personally talk with each of those pilots out there.” Mav nodded, “Of course, whatever you need.”

******

They spoke with Hangman first.

“What can you tell us about Lieutenant Abbott?” Gibbs asked. “She’s one of the best damn fighter pilots around. It’s an honor flying with her,” Jake answered honestly.

“You’ve flown with her for a while, nearly your whole career,” Tony pointed out. “Yes, sir. We were in another squadron together before being reassigned to this one.” Both nodded.

Gibbs glanced down at Y/N’s file. “She’s got a badass call sign. ‘Medusa’. Let me guess, you gave that to her?” Jake nodded, smiling at the memory, “I did.” “Why Medusa?” Jake chuckled, “Well, first she flies stone cold. If she ever gets hit on in a bar, the look she has could kill. She also loves mythology, it’s one of her hyperfixations.” He smiled as he remembered the last reason, “She’s got a sick Medusa tattoo on her thigh.”

Tony raised his brows, huffing in amusement.

Jake tensed at that, and Gibbs noticed, but didn’t mention it.

“You mentioned that she got hit on, do you think any of those guys would maybe try to hurt her because she rejected them?” DiNozzo asked. Hangman frowned a little, thinking, “No, most of them are usually drunk and just move on to the next girl.” “Were there any that didn’t move on?” He nodded, “A few, but they tend to move on when the rest of us size him up from across the room.”

“Has anything like that happened since you’ve been stationed here?” Gibbs asked. “No, mainly because she’s not too familiar with the area or the bars so she usually doesn’t go up to the bar alone.” “What about her stone cold stare?” Tony asked, a hint of mirth in his tone. “It still works, but some guys tend to take that as playing hard to get. So, one of us guys usually goes to the bar with her. If she needs to go to the bathroom, she goes with Phoenix or Halo.” They nodded, writing their notes down.

“What about her relationship with her backseater?” Jake chuckled, “Her and X-Ray are like brother and sister. She still visits him when she gets the chance.” Tony arched a quizzical eyebrow, “They’re still close?” He nodded, “The bond between pilot and wizzo is something else. When you’re in a plane together, your life rests entirely on the other person’s shoulders. They were a great team, I owe both of them my life.”

Gibbs nodded, “Seems like Lieutenant Abbott owes you her life as well. You’ve got two air-to-air kills, one of which was to save her life about 2 years ago.” Hangman nodded, “Yes sir. She was out of defense with no ammo, she had a bandit on her three o’clock.” “So, that’s when you swooped in and saved the day?” Tony asked, chuckling before cutting it off with a cough from a stare from Gibbs.

“Thank you Lieutenant Seresin, if we have more questions I need you to be available,” Gibbs said as they both stood. “Of course, sir,” Jake shook his hand, along with Tony’s before leaving.

********

The rest of the interviews went very similarly.

Everyone said basically the same thing. Medusa was never late, loved by every one of them, and had no known enemies. When at the bar no pursuers ever tried to follow her out.

While they didn’t get a lead to where she could be, they got an idea on who she is.

*******

As they drove back to NCIS, Gibbs’ phone rang.

“What ya got, McGee?” “Lieutenant Abbott’s vehicle was spotted in a ditch headed towards the air station. Sending the coordinates now,” McGee reports. “Ziva and I have already started that way.”

Tony nodded at Gibbs after checking his phone. Gibbs nodded back, “Okay, we’ll meet you and Ziva there.” He hung up and started driving to where Y/N’s car was spotted.

*******

They met up at the scene and began to process it.

“So, what are we looking at Boss?” DiNozzo asked as he photographed tire marks. “I’ll tell you when I know, DiNozzo.” “Right.”

Gibbs turned to Ducky, “Do you have a time of death, Ducky?” “Based on bruising, I’d say a day, maybe two.” They moved her body from the vehicle to the gurney to check her body temperature. “Her body temperature suggests the same.”

“How are we gonna tell the Dagger Squad?” Tony asked, watching Palmer wheel the gurney up to the truck. “How are we gonna tell her family?” “Her squadron is the only family she’s got, McGee,” Gibbs huffed and made his way back to the car.

*******

Jethro walked into autopsy, “You got a cause of death for me, Ducky?” Dr. Mallard went over to the x-rays, “Well, based on the bruising, and the position we found her in - Lieutenant Abbott died of asphyxiation. When she crashed into the tree, she was pinned by the steering wheel. Poor girl, her ribs were crushed and it could have taken hours for her to lose consciousness.” Gibbs turned to the autopsy table, walking over to the body on it.

He tilted his head as he looked at her face, squinting a little. “Did we get a positive ID on her?” “We found her ID, sir,” Palmer piped up. Gibbs just gave him a look before turning to Ducky, “Did we confirm that?” Ducky waved his finger, “I thought you were going to ask that, which is why I was going to suggest getting one of her colleagues to come up here to confirm.” “Why didn’t we just fingerprint her?”

Palmer came over, “We would have-” He turned her palm over, “Except she doesn’t have any.” Gibbs nodded, “Lieutenant Seresin mentioned she had a tattoo on her thigh. One of Medusa, said that’s how she got her call sign.”

Ducky nodded, “Ah! Yes, Medusa.” He moved the cloth of her leg, showing the tattoo there. “Beautiful work of art, truly.”

Gibbs’ phone rang, “Yeah Abbs?” “I think I’ve got something fishy with the Lieutenant’s car.” He nodded, “On my way.”

Ducky looked down at her body, “Call it a gut feeling my dear, but something about you just doesn’t line up.”

*******

Gibbs and Tony walked into the garage, “What you got Abby?”

The scientist popped up from behind the door. “Something that doesn’t line up.” He rose a brow, “And that is?” She enthusiastically waved him over.

“Look at the interior.” He did. “It’s covered in glass, Abbs.” “Exactly!” Tony laughed, “Abby, that’s normal for a crash.” Abby held up a finger, “But the lack of blood is not!”

Gibbs furrowed his brow and looked at the interior more closely.

There truly was not enough blood in that car for it to have been a proper crash. There was little blood on the air bag, the seat, the windows- anywhere blood would be, there was small amounts.

Gibbs looked at the crime scene photos, seeing the little amount of blood on her body.

“The lack of blood suggests-” “She was dead before the car hit the tree,” Gibbs said as he turned to walk to the elevator.

Abby quickly followed him, “Gibbs wait!” “What?” She smiled at his expectant expression. “I was checking the brake pedal and I found this,” she held up an evidence jar. He sighed and grabbed the jar, shaking it a little, “What is this?” She took it back, “I’m thinking it’s cinder block. I’m gonna run tests to be sure, and on the trace amounts of blood as well.”

Gibbs smiled, “Good work, Abby.”

*****

Gibbs walked into the squad room the next day, he really hadn’t left the building, going over every detail he could find on Lieutenant Abbott. Also staying for the autopsy of her body, learning that she had in fact died somewhere else two days prior to the day she was found. And results from the residue found in the floorboard were confirmed to be cinder block

He was still waiting on the results of the blood analysis.

As if on cue, his phone rang. “Gibbs.” “The blood results came back and you won’t believe-” That’s all he needed before he hung up and went to the elevator.

*******

Walking in with a Caf-POW, Gibbs went over to Abby at her lab computer.

“Tell me something, Abbs,” he said, sitting the drink down. “I can do better than that.”

She pulled up the blood test, both from the body and what she pulled off the airbag. “These blood samples don’t match.” Gibbs furrowed his brow, “So there was someone else in the car?” Abby shook her head, “Nope. This blood-” She held up a vile taken from the body. “Does not match this blood.” She held up the swab Ducky took from where Medusa’s nose bled. “When I ran a test on this swab, I couldn’t find a match. So, I requested this.”

Abby took a breath, allowing Gibbs to ask questions. “So whose blood is this?” “I’m glad you asked.” She pulled up another test, showing a positive match. “What is this?” “When I learned the blood pulled off the Lieutenant’s skin didn’t match what was taken out of her body, I ran what I found on the airbag against both. What was found on the airbag matches what was taken off her skin.”

Gibbs nodded, “Do we have any idea on whose blood that is?” “Not who,” Abby smirked, turning to her evidence table. “Animal?” “Nope.” Gibbs exhaled impatiently, “Then what is it, Abby?”

“Based on the theory we had about her being dead before the crash, I tested the blood for red dye. And I found that both samples, the ones taken from both the air bag and her skin, contained Red Dye 40.” “That’s food coloring.” Abby nodded, “Yup! The blood in the vehicle is fake. Our Lieutenant was murdered before the crash.” Gibbs kissed her cheek, “Good work, Abbs.”

*******

“McGee, go get Lieutenant Seresin. Bring him in for questioning, but don’t tell him why,” Gibbs said as he walked around his desk.

Tim stood up, “Uh, but do I get to know why we’re bringing him in?” Gibbs looked up at him, “Because Lieutenant Abbott was murdered.”

*****

Hangman sat in interrogation, toothpick in his mouth as he tapped on the table.

Gibbs walked in and Jake looked up, taking the pick out of his mouth. “Lieutenant Seresin,” Gibbs nodded to him. “Agent Gibbs,” Jake nodded back.

It was silent for a moment, Hangman waiting for the agent to speak.

“When did you last see Medusa, Hangman?” Gibbs looked up from the file on the table. “Sunday night, around 2200, sir.” “That’s late, you both weren’t in your dorms?” Jake shook his head, “No sir. The squad went out to the bar that night, sir. Y/N and I went to our rental on base at 2130.” “You lived together?” Hangman nodded, “Yes, sir. We’re dating, sir.”

Gibbs leaned on the table, “Dating?”

“Yes sir.” “Was this not an issue with you being in the same squadron?” “We were dating before joining the Navy, sir. Grew up together.” “And you aren’t married yet?” Jake exhaled through his nose, his jaw clenching a little.

Gibbs smirked a little as he watched Hangman’s eyes fall to the table. “What happened Sunday night? Did you and Y/N get into a fight that night?” Jake swallowed, looking Gibbs in the eye, “Yes sir.” “About what?”

“A girl at the bar had flirted with me-” “Did you flirt back?” Jake looked at Gibbs incredulously, “Of course not.” “Then why did you fight with Medusa?” Jake rubbed his face, “When I turned the girl down, she laid it on thicker. Y/N claimed her territory.” Gibbs nodded and began writing, “I assume you left after that?” He nodded, “Yes sir.”

“What happened when you got home, Lieutenant?” Jake sniffed and rubbed his nose, “Medusa was giving me the cold shoulder, which I’m not entirely surprised about. I tried to get her to talk and when she did, it escalated. And she asked me a question, one that I hesitated to answer.” “Was the question,” Gibbs played with his pen. “When you were gonna marry her?”

Hangman nodded, “Yes sir. She said she was tired of having to show ‘barrack bunnies’ that I’m taken. That if we were married, it’d stop them. I told her a ring doesn’t stop them, if anything they try harder… Then she asked if I ever planned on marrying her, and I hesitated.” “That’s when she left?” “Stormed out the door and left. I needed to talk about it, so I called my buddy Rooster and he came by. He stayed over because I wasn’t sure if Medusa was going to stay with Phoenix or not. She didn’t come home or show up on base.”

Gibbs cleared his throat, “She didn’t come home because she was in a car accident, ran off the road and smashed into a tree.”

He could see Jake’s heart plummet as the words left his mouth. “Is-is she okay?” Gibbs shook his head, hesitating to pull out the photos but laid them out anyway, “I’m sorry, Lieutenant. She was found dead in the driver’s seat.” Jake looked down at the photos and covered his mouth, “Is she here?” Gibbs nodded, “She’s in autopsy.” “Can I see her? Please?”

******

Tony and Ziva watched the interrogation through the glass.

“Do you think he’s telling the truth?” He asked, looking down at Ziva. “About seeing her Sunday night?” She looked up at DiNozzo, laughing a little, “Or that they were a couple?” He scoffed, “I know that’s a lie. Dating for nearly 15 years and they aren’t married, there’s no way.”

Ziva looked back and saw how torn up Jake looked. She sobered up, “I think he’s telling the truth. Gibbs does too.”

******

Gibbs took Jake to autopsy, “Ducky, I’ve got a second opinion to confirm Lieutenant Abbott’s ID.”

“Oh, who might this charming young man be?” Ducky asked, walking up to Jake. Hangman held his hand out, “Lieutenant Jake Seresin, you can call me Hangman.” Ducky smiled and shook his hand, “Doctor Mallard, everyone calls me Ducky.” Jake couldn’t help but chuckle, “I think you’d like my friend.” “Is he also a medical examiner?” Hangman shook his head, chuckling, “No, he’s also a bird.”

Gibbs smirked from behind his coffee, before following Ducky and Hangman.

“I must warn you, Lieutenant, the crash made matching her to her ID through facial recognition difficult.” Ducky pinched the cloth in his fingers, waiting for Jake’s confirmation that this is what he wanted. “Please, Doctor Mallard.”

Ducky moved the sheet, exposing her face. Jake inhaled sharply, hesitantly reaching out, pausing. “You may touch her, Jacob.” Jake ran his index finger along the side of her face. “Oh, Sugar… I’m so sorry..”

Both Ducky and Gibbs watch tears fill Jake’s eyes before he furrows his brows. “What’s wrong Jake?” Gibbs asked, tilting his chin up. “It’s just- Y/N has a scar. Right here,” Hangman used his pinky to trace a line from just below her cheek bone to a spot on her neck. “She got it last year. She tried to break up a bar fight and got grazed by a broken bottle.” “Are you sure it hasn’t faded?” Jake shook his head, pulling out his phone, finding a photo from Sunday night before the fight.

He gave it to Ducky, who zoomed in on the photo, seeing the scar in the exact place it was supposed to be.

“Can you show me her tattoos?” Gibbs arched a brow, “Tattoos?” He looked at Ducky, “Why didn’t you say she had more than one?” “Because we only had one to go off of.” Gibbs nodded, “Yeah, the important one!”

Jake arched a brow, looking between the two before Ducky smirked and turned back to him and lifted the sheet. Jake’s eyes scanned her body, matching every tattoo to the ones he had committed to memory. He shuddered, covering his mouth, “It’s her.”

Gibbs inhaled through his nose, shoulders rising a little before he exhaled. “Lieutenant, can anyone confirm that Lieutenant Abbott was at the bar on Sunday?” Jake’s eyes shot up to the marine, “I don’t understand, you said this was a car accident.” “Answer the question, Hangman.” Jake stood straight at the tone Gibbs had, “The Dagger Squad, or the bartender at the Siren’s Cave, sir.”

******

Ziva and Tony headed to the air station to talk to the squad and McGee went to the bar to get surveillance.

“Lieutenant Machado, can you confirm that Lieutenants Seresin and Abbott were at the Siren’s Cave Sunday night?” Ziva asked, sitting across from Coyote. “Yeah, Medusa beat me twice at 9-ball.”

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, Lieutenant Seresin said that he called you to come over after the fight he had with Lieutenant Abbott. Did you pass her on your way to their home?” Tony asked Rooster. “Yeah, she passed the bar as I was leaving.”

Tony called Gibbs to relay the information.

******

Gibbs opened the interrogation room door.

“Everyone confirmed seeing you both at the bar on Sunday night. Lieutenant Bradshaw confirmed that he saw her on his way to your house. You can go.” Jake stood up, “Can I get her tags, sir?” Gibbs nodded and jerked his head for Hangman to follow him.

They went down to Abby’s lab.

“Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!” Abby came over, startling Jake a little. She paused, noticing him, “Hi, I’m Abby, forensic scientist.” He smiled, “Lieutenant Jake Seresin, friends call me Hangman.” “Oooh, a pilot- wait, you’re…” She trailed off as she realized who Jake was.

She hugged him, “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Jake glanced at Gibbs, who was smiling at him and shrugging, before hugging her back. “Thank you, Abby.”

When she pulled away she looked at Gibbs, waiting for him to speak. “If you’ve processed them, I need Lieutenant Abbott’s dog tags out of evidence and given to Lieutenant Seresin,” Gibbs told her. Abby frowned, “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.” Jake swallowed and nodded, “I understand if you need to keep them for any reason. I just-” “No!” Abby cut him off. “No, it’s not that I still need them. I don’t have them.” Jake tilted his head, “That can't be right, we never take them off.”

“Abby, I’ll be back. Lieutenant, I need to talk to you.” Gibbs ushered Jake out of Abby’s lab and to the elevator.

“Agent Gibbs, there’s something you’re not telling me. Was my wingman murdered?” Jake hissed as soon as the doors closed. Gibbs pressed the button for the squad room, sighing as he looked at Jake and stopped the elevator, “The body in autopsy is three days old. Y/N left your house on Sunday night.” Jake’s jaw slacked, “There’s a chance she’s alive?” Gibbs clenched his jaw, “Yeah. So I want to know who went through all the trouble to find a damn near perfect body double and replicate her tattoos to make it look like she died, and I wanna know why.”

******

Your head stayed down when the door opened.

“Oh come on, Y/N.” The cold metal of the blade under your chin made you raise your head. “There she is.”

*******

“Is there anyone in Y/N’s past that would want to hurt her?” Jake shook his head, chewing a toothpick as he paced through the squad room, “I don’t know.” “Come on, Hangman, think.” Jake clenched his jaw so hard he broke his toothpick, “I’m sorry if I can’t think of a single person that would have it out for the sweetest woman on the damn planet, Agent DiNozzo!”

Gibbs' phone rang, “Gibbs.” “I’ve got something!” He hung up and stood, “Abby’s lab now.”

Everyone, including Jake, went to Abby’s lab.

“Show me what you got Abbs.” She grinned at him and turned to her computer. “Just to be thorough, I found the Facebook pages of the tattoo shops Medusa got her tattoos at. I found the posts where she tagged them, and matched them with the photos taken in autopsy of her tattoos. And-” The team watched on the plasma as the photos layered over one another. “They don’t line up,” McGee finished for Abby.

“I also called the tattoo shops and learned they all use different ink. And all of the tattoos on our Jane Doe use the same ink.” “So this just further proves the fact that that body isn’t Lieutenant Abbott.” “Yes, but the fact it’s all the same ink means it’s easier to trace, Boss,” McGee spoke up.

Gibbs nodded and moved to leave, “Well, trace it McGee!” “I already did, Boss.” Gibbs stopped and turned, finding a smiling Probie.

He tossed his arms to the side, “Are you wanting a microphone?” Tim shook his head, “Sorry, Boss. First, Abby found the brand of ink, and then I was able to find where it’s sold. Turns out you can find it on Amazon, along with a tattoo machine. Ducky also noticed that, upon closer inspection, that the tattoos were in the healing stage. So I narrowed the search to purchases made two weeks ago and delivered to addresses in Virginia.”

McGee turned back to his computer, and everyone went to the plasma.

“Both were delivered to a: Hannah Nicholson.” Gibbs turned to Jake, “Lieutenant, does that name sound familiar to you?” Hangman shook his head, “No, never heard of her.”

Abby came up, “No, but you’ve seen her.” She clicked her remote and someone that looked similar to you was pulled up. “Hannah Nicholson is our Jane Doe.”

*******

You gritted your teeth as a slap was delivered to your face.

“When I’m done with you, your career will be over. You’ll never be in the sky again.” You laughed, like actually laughed, “You can’t be serious. Ruin my career? I’m a part of the best of the best, you could never keep me-” You grunted as he punched you in the gut.

The man squatted to be eye level with you, “Don’t get smart now, Y/N.” “Well, you could definitely benefit from getting smart. Don’t you think? You fake my death with a car accident and then send a video to NCIS of you with me, very much alive?” You arched a brow at him, “Not very smart-” He cut you off with a punch to the face, sending your chair, and you, to the floor.

*******

The next day while Jake was on base, he got an email sent to his phone. When he checked it and saw it was a video with you tied to a chair as a thumbnail.

“Maverick,” Jake didn’t hesitate to burst into his Captain’s office, not caring who may be in there. “Lieutenant-” “I need you to take me to NCIS.” (Jake was shaking too much to drive himself) Maverick stood, glancing at Warlock for a moment, “Why, Hangman?” Jake just turned his phone around and showed him the email.

Both Mav and Warlock looked at the phone. “Go, Captain, I’ll take over training for today.”

******

When they arrived, Jake had no hesitation to go right up to the squadroom.

“Lieutenant Seresin? What are you doing here?” McGee asked, being the first to see him. “Where’s Agent Gibbs?” Tony spun in his chair to get up, “Coffee run.”

He walked up to Hangman, “As senior field agent, I’d be more than happy to help.” Jake chuckled, tapping his palm with his phone, not really in the mood for putting up with Tony’s arrogance. “I’d prefer to speak to Agent Gibbs.” “Well, like I said, he’s not here. And I’m much better at-”

“At what, DiNozzo?” Gibbs said, standing next to the agent and the pilot as he sipped his coffee.

Tony stuttered to respond, making Jake smirk a little. “Have you ID’d the man Hannah met online?” “Not yet, boss.” “Then why are you standing here?” “Well, I was- uh- I was just- I’ll get right on that boss.”

Hangman and Maverick shared a look, before Gibbs spoke to them. “Lieutenant Seresin, I take it you have something for me?”

*******

“Well, you could definitely benefit from getting smart. Don’t you think? You fake my death with a car accident-”

“God, Medusa, stop talking…” Jake mumbled to himself. The group winced when you got punched in the face and your chair fell over.

Gibbs grunted a little, “Get this video to Abby. I want her to analyze every frame of that video. And who sent it to Lieutenant Seresin.” “On it, Boss,” McGee said, emailing it and then following his email.

Jake rubbed his face and sat down. He threw his head back and bit his lip. Maverick knelt down in front of him, “Hangman?”

Jake sniffed and looked down at his captain. “What is she thinkin’, Mav? Antagonizing him like that? That’s not how we were trained to handle situations like this.” “She’s not thinking, she’s just doing.” Jake scoffed, “As comforting as I assume that was supposed to be, it’s not even remotely easing my nerves.”

Ziva perked up, “Wait, what if she wasn’t taken because of the mission?” Tony nodded, “That would explain why she’s being so sassy. It’s not intel, it’s revenge”

*******

“Agent Gibbs!”

The crowd turned to the voice, seeing Director Vance upstairs. “SecNav would like to speak to you. MTAC now.”

As Gibbs made the stairs Vance noticed the two khaki uniforms in the squadroom, but simply nodded at them as they walked into MTAC.

“Agent Gibbs.” “Mister Secretary.” “One of the best naval aviators that just flew a high profile mission is missing. I was told you were on the case.” Gibbs nodded, “Yeah.” “Do you have any leads?” “No.” “Agent Gibbs, you do understand that if anything about that-” “He doesn’t care about the mission. He only cares about Lieutenant Abbott. It’s personal for him.” “So you know who he is?” Gibbs shook his head, “No, but based on the video sent to Lieutenant Seresin, he hasn’t asked any questions related to any mission.” SecNav nodded, “Okay. But Gibbs?” The marine raised a brow. “Get her back, the Navy needs her.”

*******

“You know, you ruined my life that day,” the masked man said as he played with his knife.

Your head lolled to the side, your exhaustion from the beatings taking a toll on you now. “What are you talking about?” “Do you not remember me?” He stood and you gritted your teeth as you forced your head up to look him in the eye. “Obviously not. Should I?” You winced as he pressed into a cut on your shoulder.

“Yeah, you should.” He pulled off his mask to reveal a face you haven’t seen since he got kicked out of the Academy.

“C-”

********

“Cole Cooke,” McGee said, pulling up Cooke’s old Naval Academy file. “Abby was able to find him because the email he used to send the video to Hangman, he used on an online dating site where he met Hannah.” Jake stood up, “Wait, Cooke?” The team parted to let him get a closer look. 

The pilot's face morphed into anger.

Anger that the marine recognized.

“What’d he do, Lieutenant?” Jake had fire in his eyes when he looked at Gibbs. “He sexually assaulted her and three other girls. Y/N’s the one that reported him.” Tim nodded, “And that’s what got him kicked out of the Naval Academy and blacklisted from the military.” “He wasn’t arrested?” Jake clenched his jaw, “He was, but he got out on good behavior.” 

Jake’s phone went off with a notification, an email to be more accurate. 

He dropped it onto McGee’s desk. “I don’t understand, why would he send these to me?” “You’re her boyfriend, Lieutenant, this can just be another form of revenge. He wants to get back at her for reporting him and, in turn, ruining his chances at a military career,” Ziva said, crossing her arms as McGee transferred the videos.

“He ruined his career all on his own, Agent David. Y/N just got a scumbag out of the service,” Jake huffed rubbing his forehead. “Nobody liked him, he was cocky. Always thought he was better than he is.” Tony chuckled, “Isn’t that the main trait of a naval aviator?” 

“They have something to back it up with, DiNozzo,” Gibbs said. “The only thing Cooke has to back him up is a record of being a dirtbag.” 

He looked at McGee, “Play it.”

You looked worse than before and Jake felt sick to his stomach. “Oh my god.” 

They watched him squat in front of you, twirling the knife he just cut you with in his hand. Jake’s jaw was clenched as he watched your head fall to the side as slow breaths made your chest move.

“You know, you ruined my life that day,” Cooke said. Your face scrunched in pain as you took a deep breath, “What are you talking about?” Cole stood and tipped your head back with a harsh grip on your chin, “Do you not remember me?” You scoffed, “Obviously not. Should I?” He moved the hand holding your chin to press into the cut he had just placed here, making you wince. “Yeah, you should,” he ripped his mask off.

The look on your face Jake had only seen one other time and it was when you came to his dorm crying.

********

The banging pulled Jake from his book.

“Hold your horses!” He pulled the door open, coming face to face with you crying and looking absolutely terrified. “Sugar what’s wrong?” 

Your hands were shaking as you showed him your knuckles, bruised and cut up.

“I-I didn’t want– I told him I had a boyfriend- Ja-ake,” you broke down outside his door. “Hey, hey, I got you. You’re safe now.” You swallowed, “Jake, I need to go to the superintendent-the dean-someone.” 

He pulled you into his room to get you out of the prying eyes of other midshipmen. “Why? I need you to-” He finally took in your appearance, you were wearing a disheveled USNA t-shirt and athletic shorts. Bruises were forming on your wrist and your eye and lip. “What the fuck happened to you?” 

“You remember last semester when those two girls dropped out for no reason?” He nodded, “Yeah, the two freshman girls right?” You nodded, swallowing another wave of tears away. “I found out why…” Jake searched your eyes, “Why, Y/N?”

*****

“Cole Cooke…”

Jake was brought back to the present by your voice.

Cole laughed, pushing your shoulder, “That’s right, Y/N. Cole Cooke, the man’s who military career you ruined.” It was your turn to laugh, “Me? Ruin your career? You assaulted me! And those two first years! They quit because they were scared of you! Scared because you threatened to kill them if they told anyone!”

He punched you, sending you falling back. He grabbed you by the rope under your breast. “And you’re not scared that I’ll do the same to you now?”

You held your head up to look at him, blood pouring from your nose. “I would lie and say ‘no’. But guess what?” “What?” He spat through gritted teeth. You smiled with blood stained teeth, “I put you in jail once. It’s almost poetic that I’d do it again. Except this time, there won’t be a chance you’ll make it out.”

Cole growled and they all noticed his posture change, “Let’s play a game, Lieutenant.” You shifted forward to get in his face, gaze stone cold, “What do you suggest, Cooke?” The team could feel the venom dripping off your tone. “Hangman.”

The video stopped on the frame of your face falling once again to show fear, and the team turned to face the pilot who looked equally worried and pissed.

*****

You were hanging from the ceiling, your chin resting against your chest.

The door to the room you were in opened. You whimpered just a little when he brushed his fingers against your bruised ribs, “You didn’t hurt him, did you? Please… You can do whatever you want to me, but please leave Jake out of this…”

Cole hummed in your ear, “Anything I want, hmmm?” You glanced at the camera, before looking at the ground shamefully. A shaky and timid ‘yes’ fell from your lips. He let out an amused huff before his hands ran over your shirtless torso.

*****

Jake felt bile rise up his throat when you looked down in shame.

“What’s he gonna do to her?” McGee asked. Gibbs frowned, “What he tried to do 12 years ago.”

The anger and disgust rolled off the agents as Cooke’s hands ran down your body. When he got to your breast you jerked away out of reflex, earning a pull to your hair which made you cry out.

You were getting weaker by the hour and the team could tell. Jake could tell, and he hated it.

“You know, you only had the one tattoo at the academy,” he said, groping at the inked flesh of your thigh. Jake watched your lip quiver and you inhaled as best you could with your position. “I also found your back, extremely enticing,” Cooke ran his hand down your back. You gritted your teeth and looked behind you at him, “Is that because you’re too much of a coward to attack women from the front?”

That must have really pissed him off because he came around and started to punch you.

Jake stood up hastily and made a beeline to the elevator, “I can’t watch this anymore.”

Tony jogged after him, “Lieutenant Seresin! Hangman-” The doors closed when he got to them.

******

Jake just needed to get away and he was going to Abby’s lab.

When he stopped on her floor, he moved quickly to her lab but nearly ran into Ducky in the process. “I’m sorry, Doctor.” “In a hurry, Jacob?” Hangman chuckled nervously, “Yeah.” “Needed a breather, my boy?” “Sir?” “I saw the videos as Abby was analyzing them.”

Jake felt bile rise again and this time he couldn’t stop it. Ducky noticed and quickly helped him get to a trash can.

“Let’s get you someplace cooler,” Ducky ushered Jake back to the elevator.

******

Jake sat on one of the metal tables in Autopsy.

His khaki uniform shirt was neatly folded next to him as he sipped his water. “Thank you, Ducky.” The doctor nodded, “Of course. It can’t be easy, seeing the one you love like that.” Jake coughed a little, trying to force the emotion out of his throat, “It’s not.”

Ducky watched his eyes fall to his shoes, he could tell he felt guilty. “It’s not your fault, Lieutenant.” “I hesitated, Ducky. And since I hesi-” His voice cracked, tears finally slipping past his lids. “Since I hesitated she's having to relive the worst day of her life.”

Jake set the bottle down and used his white undershirt to wipe his eyes, “How long have you been together?” “Over 15 years…” Ducky nodded in understanding, “High school sweethearts.” Jake huffed out a laugh, “Childhood friends to high school sweethearts to USNA sweethearts.”

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but why aren’t you married?” Jake shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess it’s because we were already acting like a married couple, just without the license and the rings. I never thought about it.” Jake laughed and shook his head.

It was silent for a moment.

“She asked me if I was ever gonna marry her, and I hesitated. It was a question she asks me all the time, but this was the only time it was during a fight. It was the only time that my answer really mattered. And I hesitated… She left and was in a vulnerable enough state to let herself get taken.”

Ducky leaned on the table next to Jake, “Cooke was going to get to her one way or another.” “But I led her right to him.”

Jake looked at the doctor next to him, allowing Ducky to see how broken and tired he was. “I’m scared, Doctor Mallard.” “That’s perfectly normal, Jacob.” “I'm a damn fighter pilot, I’m supposed to be level headed, and right now… my head doesn’t even feel like it’s on my damn shoulders.”

“It’s normal to feel like that, Jake,” Gibbs said, leaning on the doorframe.

He walked over to the pilot, “She’s strong. She’s gonna fight to get back to you.” Jake rose a brow, sniffling as wiped his eyes, “Did you see her, Agent Gibbs? He was using her like a punching bag…” “She will make it out of this.” “How do you know?” “My gut.”

That was oddly comforting to Jake.

“Do you know the mythology behind Medusa?” Ducky inquired after a beat of silence. Jake chuckled again, remembering the nights throughout your lives that you would stay up and talk about mythology of all sorts for fun. Sometimes when he was having trouble sleeping, you’d tell him the story of some hero in mythology and he’d fall right asleep.

He sighed, “We’ve stayed up hours talking about mythology. But if I’m honest, I never really heard the words she said…” Both men knew what Jake was getting at; he was listening to your voice and watching your expressions as you told the stories.

Ducky just smiled, “Medusa was a priestess for Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war strategy, and had sworn celibacy. However, Medusa had gained the attention of Poseidon, and they-” “Had sex in Athena’s temple,” Jake said as he sipped his water. “That much I remember.” Both Gibbs and Ducky laughed a little at that.

“When Athena found out, she punished Medusa for breaking her celibacy by turning her into a ‘beast’ with the ability to turn men to stone.” Jake nodded, “Yeah, Y/N has the tendency to do that, whether it be with fear or with her beauty.” Jake couldn’t help but smile at the memory of him seeing you on prom night for the first time, he froze on your parents doorstep.

Ducky and Gibbs smiled as they saw the look in Jake’s eyes as he thought about you.

“She was killed by the hero Perseus, beheaded. Then her head was then used to protect those who had it in their possession. The image of her head was used on shields, breast plates, and more recently, tattoos.” Jake remembered you mentioning that as he held your hand as you got it, “She mentioned that when she got it. She was getting it because she thought it looked cool, makes her feel powerful; but she likes the extra meaning.”

Ducky rested a hand on Jake’s shoulder, “I know it may not look like it, but she is protecting herself.” Jake took in a deep breath and nodded.

********

They walked back into the squad room, the group sitting at their desks and making conversation.

“Go home,” Gibbs told them.

It was late. They’d been out all day talking to Cooke’s neighbors, his parents, his boss and coworkers. And the last video was sent just after sundown.

They were tired.

“But we haven’t found-” “I know that, Ziva.” McGee spoke up, “Abby’s trying to analyze the room she is in so we know what to look for. I tried to triangulate where he sent the emails from, but he was using public wifi at an internet cafe.” “We have no direction to go, Boss,” Tony said, not being able to look at Jake.

Gibbs turned to DiNozzo, “Which is why I’m telling you to go home. Get some rest.” Ziva inhaled through her nose and interlocked her hands, “Gibbs, we don’t know what Cooke is going to do next. We have zero time to waste.” “If Cooke wanted her dead, he would have killed her already,” Jake said, jaw clenched with his eyes trained on the floor. “Believe me, I’m worried. Hell, I’m terrified out of my mind right now.-”

“But we can’t make progress without leads. Cooke lives in a studio apartment, his parents disowned him, and he’s not shown up to work in days, we don’t have anything,” Gibbs said, frustration in his tone. “Go home, get some sleep.” His team begrudgingly got their things, all avoiding Jake’s eyes.

“You should get some sleep too, Lieutenant.” Jake chuckled dryly as he shook his head, “I don’t think I can, sir.” He ran his thumbs along the khaki of his uniform.

Plus Maverick had left, needing to be back on base. The only way Jake was getting back to base was by cab. Maverick also gave him as much time off as he needed.

“But- uh, I better head back to base though.” “In what, Lieutenant?” Jake shrugged, “A cab, I guess.” Gibbs shook his head, “Stay with me, Jake. It’s late. And I doubt you want to be in that house right now.” Hangman looked down at the floor, huffing out his nose and tonguing his lip.

“I know how you feel.” Jake looked up, green eyes swimming with curiosity as his brows pinched together. “When I was in Desert Storm, I was informed that my wife and daughter were dead. It was hard to even walk into my house, let alone sleep there.” Jake’s eyes widened slightly and he swallowed as his jaw ticked, “I’m sorry, sir. I can’t imagine what that must have felt like…” Gibbs nodded, “And I hope you never have to.” He patted Jake's shoulder, “Come on.”

******

Gibbs gave Jake a pair of sweats to change into.

They went to his basement, neither being able to sleep.

“So, you’re a Marine?” Jake asked, sipping his bourbon. “What gave it away?” Gibbs asked, smiling a little bit as he sanded the wood of the boat. “Other than you being in Desert Storm?” Gibbs turned, wiping his hands on a damp towel, nodding. “Everything.”

The marine let out a breathy, amused chuckle. “You know a lot of marines?” “I was raised by one. My father retired when I was 4 as a Sergeant, he was 38.” Gibbs sipped his bourbon, “Why’d he retire?” “Wanted to be there for us. He had a close call, he didn’t want to risk not coming home to us. His 20 years were up, so he retired.”

Gibbs nodded, looking at the boat before looking back at Jake. “You wanna help?” Jake looked up from his glass and between the boat and Gibbs. “Sure, yeah.” He downed what was left and Gibbs gave him a sander.

*******

Since Jake didn’t need to report to base, he just freshened up and Gibbs took him by the base rental to get some clothes.

He had forgotten his keys in his locker and had to call someone to bring them to him at the house. That someone was Rooster.

Jake got out of Gibb’s car and saw Bradley on the porch. He was sitting on the bench, one fist held by the other as he looked at the ground. Maverick had gotten permission to relay what had happened to you to the squad, and everyone had taken it hard.

Rooster looked up when Hangman shut his car door.

They immediately met in a hug. “I’m so sorry, Jake.” “I’m scared, Rooster. I didn’t even-” Bradley pulled back and held Jake by the shoulders, “Hey, they’re gonna find her. Say it to her then.”

Gibbs came up beside them, nodding at Rooster before they went inside.

Jake didn’t want to be there longer than he needed to be so once it was opened, he booked it to the bedroom.

Bradley and Gibbs stood at the island in the kitchen. “They didn’t decorate much.” Rooster shrugged, looking around, “We aren’t here for long. They didn’t see the need to bring a whole lot.” “If you aren’t here for long, then why’d they rent the house?” Rooster chuckled, “They wanted their privacy.” Gibbs chuckled and glanced at his watch.

Hangman was taking longer than he said.

Gibbs went down the hall and found Jake sitting on the side of the bed. He had changed into a pair of his own sweatpants and a green t-shirt. Jethro knew what he was looking at, even with his back to him and from the door.

“Ask her.”

Jake chuckled humorlessly, “After this…” He shook his head, “I doubt she'll say yes.” “Ah, I don’t know about that.” Hangman sniffled, “I messed up…” Gibbs nodded, moving to sit next to him. “Yeah, you did, big time.” Jake shook his head.

“But this is how you fix it.” Gibbs pointed to the ring box. Jake swallowed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, “I wanted to wait, ask her on my family's ranch where we had danced in my headlights to George Strait. I had this big plan. Just a private thing, but special…” “Plans change. Sometimes you have to adapt.” “Yeah.” “So ask her.”

Jake turned and looked at him, nodding at him. He stood from the bed and slid the box into his pocket. He grabbed the small stack of clothes next him and they left.

“Agent Gibbs?” Gibbs and Jake looked over at where Bradley was at his Bronco. “When you find her, give us a call?” The agent nodded, “Yeah, I’ll give ya a call.”

*******

When Jake and Gibbs got to NCIS, nothing had changed yet.

No new video. Abby was still working on room measurements, and no one had seen Cole.

Until McGee’s computer went off. Everyone’s head turned, and Jake felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. “It’s Cooke.” “Pull the video up McGee.”

You were still hanging from the ceiling, Cole running his hands over your torso.

The camera was a little closer, and it showed the tear tracks on your face.

“You know,” you spoke, voice shaky and raw. “I’m gonna need a drink after this. Yeah, whiskey sounds really nice.” Cole just grunted and pulled you back against him. You whimpered a little bit, definitely feeling gross because of what was happening. “Or an Oscar. Maybe two.”

“The hell’s an oscar?” Tony asked out of reflex, glancing at Jake, but he was just as confused.

Cole grunted into your neck, “Shut up.” “Have you ever been to the delta?” He stayed silent but reached over to yank the rope and pull you up higher. You swallowed, glancing at the camera, “Me either, but I’ve been to the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I went there with Hangman on a weekend getaway after a rough deployment. My uncle has a cabin up there. God, that weekend was so fun. I love Jake, I love him so much…” You kept your eyes on the camera to make sure that Jake knew that you’d love him. The video stopped just as Cooke pulled your hair back, making you yelp.

Jake cleared his throat, nodded, “Yeah, that weekend was fun… Wait, we didn't go to the Sierras; we weren’t even in California, we were in Arkansas.” Gibbs caught Jake’s eyes and that’s when they realized it.

“She’s using phonetics!”

The team's eyes grew wide in realization. “Whiskey, Oscar, Delta, Sierra,” McGee repeated. “W O D S?” Ziva spelled it out. “She said two oscars,” Tony pointed out.

“She’s in the woods,” Gibbs finished for them. Jake thought back to what you said, “She put emphasis on ‘cabin’.” “DiNozzo, check to see if Cooke’s parents owned or still own a cabin.” “On it Boss.”

His phone rang, “Yeah, Gibbs.” “Gibbs, I ran the measurement of the room. She seems to be in a cabin. Based on the dimensions it’s a family cabin, probably two or three bedrooms.”

“Boss, it seems Cooke’s parents own a lot of cabins,” Tony said just as Gibbs picked up his phone. “Did you narrow it down to Virginia?” McGee asked, brow arched. “Yes, McGeek, I did. Mr. Cooke owns two hunting cabins and a-” “Family cabin, two or three bedrooms,” Gibbs cut in.

“Yeah, they haven’t used it in years. It’s in Fletcher State Park.” Gibbs got up, “Get your gear, let’s go.” Jake watched them all grab their things.

“Agent David,” he called out before she got too far. “Yes, Lieutenant?” Jake grabbed the clothes he brought. “Here,” he held them out. “She’s in nothing but a bra and underwear, give her these.” Ziva hesitated to take it. “Please.” She heard the desperation in his voice and took them.

She went over to Tony and Tim. “You know, despite the odds, we may not-” “We will find her alive,” she glanced at the fabrics in her hands. “We have to.”

*******

You yanked down on the rope, crying out a little at the pain in your dislocated shoulder. You had honestly been scared of losing feeling in your hands, but he gave you a bit of a break when he was finished hurting you for the day and left you locked in one of the bedroom closets.

Your toes barely scraped the ground and the rope wasn’t going anywhere. You shivered in the cold damp air of the cabin. Only being in your underwear, the chill soaked into your bones. You were certain that if you didn’t die of whatever Cooke was doing to you, you might die from the cold.

Hearing tires outside the cabin, your heart sped up. You could only huff out small breaths as you heard footsteps outside the door on the porch.

It was his routine to get you set up for his next sick video, film it, and then leave to send it. You’d calculated the time it took for him to get back and it was getting close for time to him to be back.

But then there was banging on the door, followed by a gruff voice yelling, “NCIS!”

Your entire body relaxed. You were safe.

“I’m in here! Help me!” You called back, coughing a little.

The door frame splintered when the door was kicked in. “Lieutenant Abbott?” The agent asked, pistol drawn as he walked over to you.“Yes,” you breathed out. “Where’s Cooke?” You shook your head, “I don’t know but he’ll be back soon.”

“Please get me down from here. It’s hard to breathe,” you begged, tears of relief falling down your cheeks. You jerked your neck towards where Cole had secured the rope, “Ease me down, please.”

McGee was quick to loosen the rope and Ziva helped steady you once your feet were on the ground. “Can you walk?” She asked, gently placing her hand on your sternum. “I think so. I might need a little help.” The agent simply nodded and helped you outside.

Once you were outside the uneven ground and rocks caused you to stumble. Tim moved to help Ziva steady you but he jostled your dislocated shoulder. “Shit!” McGee looked panicked, “What’s wrong?” You gritted your teeth, “My shoulder, it’s dislocated. I tried to break the rope and pulled it out.”

You chuckled a little at his expression, “Hurt like a bitch. Can either of you pop it back in?” Ziva nodded and leaned you against the car. She got a proper grip and looked at you, “Ready?” You swallowed and nodded. She exaggerated a few breaths and when you matched she popped it back in.

“Holy shit! Sweet baby Jesus..”

You pushed off the car and threw up; all the pain catching up to you with the adrenaline rush. Ziva came up and held your hair out of your face.

Spitting out the last of the saliva in your mouth, you thanked her under your breath.

A coat was wrapped around your shoulders. You looked to see Gibbs rubbing your shoulder, a small smile on his face.

His fatherly nature was present and it allowed you to be vulnerable, finally allowing yourself to outright sob; mostly in relief. You fell into his chest and he caught you, hands moving to rub your back. He mumbled into your hair, “You’re safe. I got ya. I got ya.”

The sound of gravel shifting caught their attention.

Gibbs felt you tense under his touch, “Is that him?” You nodded, whimpering a little bit. He looked at Ziva, “Stay with her, cover the front. DiNozzo, McGee, go find cover on the right, I’ll get cover on the left. You’ll know what to do.”

Carefully, Gibbs placed you in Ziva’s hold and she placed you in the car for both warmth and cover.

When Cole finally reached the cabin, Ziva raised her weapon. “Cole Cooke! NCIS! Get out of the car-” He threw it in reverse just to be stopped by Tony and Tim. He tried to get out and make a break for the tree line but Gibbs stepped out. He quickly surrendered and was handcuffed.

With you in a separate vehicle they made the trip back to NCIS.

********

Jake paced the squad room. Abby was up there with him, trying to keep him calm.

He was mumbling things to himself out of worry and Abby was following him, trying to grab him by the shoulders. “Jake. Jake. Ja-”

She finally got a hold of him, and ducked her head a little bit to make sure he was looking at her.

“Jake, they will find her. They’re the best there is. I’m sure they already found her and are either on their way here or to a hospital.” Jake frowned, “She hates hospitals, especially being in them alone.” Abby shook her head, “She isn’t alone. Gibbs wouldn’t let her be alone. Y/N is safe, I can feel it.” Jake just nodded, slowly calming down.

The elevators dinged and he was on his feet, nearly giving himself whiplash as he turned.

But when he did all he saw was red.

Cooke was being escorted out in handcuffs by Tony and McGee. Abby couldn’t hold Jake back as he swiftly made his way over and landed a punch to Cole’s jaw. Neither agent bothered to stop the pilot as the one punch sent Cooke to the ground.

But as he went in for more, Gibbs gripped Jake and pulled him away. He had to fight Jake back to the bullpen, but he got him there.

“That asshole just punched me!” McGee and DiNozzo huffed as they harshly yanked him off the ground. “You’re lucky that’s all he did.” They dragged him to interrogation.

Jake’s nostrils flared as he exhaled, his chest still broadened in his display of dominance over Cole.

However, the adrenaline wore off as quickly as it appeared and Jake felt tears line his eyes. He hung his head and fell into a chair. He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, sobs leaving his lips. “I wasn’t there the first time, and I wasn’t there this time… I can’t believe I-” Abby cut him off, “Don’t finish that sentence, Jake. Because you are here, you were there the first time. She ran to you, you are her safe place.” “But-”

He was cut off the elevator ding again.

Glancing up, his heart soared in his chest.

There you were. Standing right before him in an old Longhorn sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. You were clean from the dirt and dried blood, having used the showers to clean up after any evidence was collected.

Your arm was in a sling and some butterfly closures adorned your forehead. But even then, you were still the most beautiful girl in the world to him.

*****

You walked quietly with Ziva out of the elevator, the weight of the conversation you had with her and Ducky still sitting on your shoulders.

The sound of a chair rolling back and hitting a desk caught your attention.

Looking up, you saw Jake and once again, you were crying; both from relief and the realization you almost never saw him again.

You moved as fast as you could to get to him, slamming your beaten body into his when you got to him. His arms carefully wrapped around you, obviously not wanting to hurt you. But when your soft crying exhales hit his chest, he all but scooped you into his arms carefully wrapping your legs around his torso.

You winced a little when his arm tightened around your waist. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he immediately apologized. You pulled your head out of the crook of his neck, shaking it lightly before looking into his eyes, “It reminds me this isn’t just another dream.”

Jake closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks as he rested his forehead against yours. “Jacob, if you don’t-” He cut off your sentence with a kiss, it was slow but no less passionate. He was gentle, the arm wrapped around your shoulders bringing you closer to him.

Ziva, Gibbs, and Abby watched on with smiles. Tim and Tony walked in mid conversation, but stopped seeing the intimate moment happening in the squad room.

You had to pull back for air at some point. And when you did, you rested your forehead against Jake’s, both of your eyes closing with the contact.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes shot open and were met with Jake’s green ones.

You had said it at the same time.

A grin broke out on your face, “I hope you aren’t just askin’ me that-” Your tease was cut off by Jake, “I’m not. I-I had this big plan. I wanted to take you out to the pasture we danced in on prom night our senior year.” You giggled a little, “That would have been nice.”

Biting your lip you played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I had a lot of time to think over the past few days,” you said quietly, your breath ghosting over his lips. He nudged your nose with his. “So have I. And I’m sorry I never asked you sooner.” “Let me finish, will ya?” You chuckled lightly and he did as well. “I realized that proposing, nowadays, is a two way street. I could have asked you at any time and you would have said ‘yes’. We’ve been together since we were 15, Jake. Friends since we were born. We should have gotten married right out of high school, but we were scared of what our future held during the Academy and then flight school, then through separate deployments. It was too much to worry about at once, and we didn’t know what was gonna happen.”

You licked your lips and inhaled a little, “But I can’t go another damn day without legally being your wife. Those bitches at the bar aside. I just, I want others to know that you're mine and that I’m yours.” He nodded, “Okay, let’s do it.” You giggled and kissed him, “Alright cowboy.”

He sat you down and pulled out the ring box.

“Wait, you had that this whole time?” Jake rubbed the back of his neck, “Like I said, I had this whole plan. I was gonna ask you after we got some time off when we got back to North Island.” You laughed, “You perfectionist.” You peck his lips and he slid the ring on your finger.

You heard a squeal from behind you and you both looked around to see the entire Gibbs team smiling at you and Jake.

“Thank you, for getting her back to me. All of you.”

*********

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feeling their pulse

listening to the other’s heartbeat

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pairing - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

prompts - “feeling their pulse” “listening to the others heartbeat”

His whole world stopped, everything around him slowed, it was truly alarming. The emotions that crept inside, thoughts placing themselves in his head, all unwelcome. But the look of you - in that chair - tied up and beaten, how was he supposed to feel?

The stoic Gibbs that you and his team have known, was about to break. The all knowing Gibbs, was at a loss, confused on his next move even though it seemed so simple. He wasn’t expecting this, wasn’t prepared, didn’t contemplate this outcome. How could he? It was truly out of nowhere.

But what would he do now, how would he move on, how would everyone move on? Losing Kate was so hard for the whole team, and now you, who’ve they’ve grown even closer with, could be leaving them…?

Abby would break, it would be her breaking point. The poor girls emotions already seeing so much and Gibbs isn’t sure if she would be able to deal with another.

And Ducky, having to examine your beaten and bloodied body, wrapped in a black duffel bag, and tools prying you open. Doing that to Kate and other co-workers was hard enough, and now adding another, how much more could he take?

Palmer, so new to the team in a way that he still has much innocence, less loss, besides the bodies he views on a daily. But now with one of his best friends dead when so much more was ahead, wouldn’t he start to think about the bodies of his friends to come?

Ziva would loose the only other female agent, one who understands her struggles in a male dominated field. You, a friend who always tries to understand her hardships, and introduce her to a more normal and fun world. What would she do with you gone?

Tony, a comical man who you’ll watch movies with and give your own little head slaps too, having to now pack up your things and view how quickly you washed away, washed away like Kate.

McGee, your partner, the one you always go off on your assignments with. How would he feel that he wasn’t there to save you, wasn’t there to have your back like you’ve always had his?

And finally Jethro, a boss who has somehow created a family in the tragic field he works in, while also finding someone to love. He’s lost so much, so many past loves, and now he has you who makes him feel so much different than before, how would he be expected to keep going after this?

“Jethro!” You yelled, running down the steps to where he stood by the large boat, crowded by tools and drinks, working diligently during his time off.

“Yeah?” He questioned, still sawing away at a piece that just wouldn’t work for the design he’s going for.

“Made some sandwiches, are you going to come up and eat?” You made it to the final step, walking over to him while admiring his new work.

“Sure,” He placed down his tool, wiping his forehead forming with sweat with the bottom of his shirt. “Didn’t you say you would make a special lunch today, though?” He had his classic smug smile on his face as you slightly frowned.

“You know I’m a horrible cook,” You deadpanned, shaking your head as you turned to go back up the steps, your boyfriend trailing behind.

“What if that’s a trait I like in a woman?”

“A horrible cook?”

“No, being a cook.”

“Then, you’re out of luck..?” You shrugged, handing him his plate as the both of you moved to sit at the living room table, your tv show blaring ahead. “You really are flirty like DiNozzo sometimes,” You laughed, taking a bite.

“Don’t compare me to him,” He grumbled, shaking his head as he quickly found the remote and turned the annoying thing off. “What’s the plan for today?”

“You work on your boat, and I’m going out!”

“With who? You don’t hang out with the librarians till next week,” He joked.

“They aren’t librarians just because they like books,” You shook your head once again while he just put a hand on your knee, gripping it lightly as he leaned over to kiss your cheek.

“Sorry, your friends.”

“Well, that is true. But, my brother messaged me and wants to see me.”

“The trouble one?” He put down his plate, leaning back on the couch a bit as you put down your own to now lay on his chest.

“He’s not trouble, just makes some mistakes,” You mumbled as he slightly scoffed. “But, I think this would be good, I miss him. And he’s always been good to me.”

“People change.”

“I know that,” You sat up, distancing yourself in the slightest from him. “I’m not a dumb little girl, I’m a NCIS agent too. I know what people can become. But, if I don’t give this a chance, it’ll stick with me and weigh on me, for the rest of my life.”

“I still don’t think it’s smart. Especially considering his past, he’s untrustworthy.”

“You haven’t met him.”

“I know of him. His troubles with the law, and how he somehow is able to avoid them.”

“I never said he was the best guy, but I still want to see him,” You spoke sternly, standing up a bit and brushing off any crumbs on your pants.

“If you’re that adamant about it, then you should do it, just be safe,” Jethro stood up as well, taking you in his arms and planting a kiss onto your cheek. “Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” You hummed, melting into his arms as he kissed your lips this time, into a soft one but full with love. “I’m going to go get ready, so let me go,” You slightly whined.

“I was thinking about how your jewelry box is looking a little old.”

“It’s not old.”

“Why don’t I make you a new one, I have enough wood to make one and I can paint it to look nice.”

“I’d love that,” You smiled at him, kissing his lips once more before removing yourself from his grip and heading up the stairs. “Thank you!” You yelled down, going to your closet to change.

“You’re already leaving, dear?” Jethro questioned, now starting to work on your jewelry box as you defended down the stairs with your bag hanging around your shoulder.

“Yeah, he wants to meet a bit earlier so we can talk.”

“Okay, I’ll be here,” He looked over at you, who was now coming up to give him a hug, enveloping you in his arms he kissed the top of your head before you went back up the stairs.

“Bye,” You mentioned, shutting the door at the top and going on your way.

Jethro had his worries, most of it coming from his infamous gut, that never did really steer him in the wrong direction but in this instance, he believed it could’ve. Your brother was never the nicest man, only meeting him once and he had too many words to say to the NCIS agent. From then on, Jethro heard worse stories about your brother, even from past co-workers, and he realized he could never trust him.

But you still did, and you had hope for your friendship with him, thinking about all the memories the both of you had as children, focusing on the good when it regarded him.

Hours passed and you still hadn’t contacted your boyfriend. He was engrossed in his work, not truly noticing the time until his stomach began to grumble and he looked over at the clock, noticing how now it was about 8:00. You’d been gone over four hours and still no contact.

He tried to dial your number, heading straight to voicemail. Instead of becoming nervous, he knew you were strong and could handle many dangers, deciding on making himself something easy and going back to his work with the boat, leaving his phone upstairs.

About a hour later, he heard footsteps pounding down his steps, alerting him that he reached for the pocket knife on his cutting stand, staring up at the three familiar faces descending down the stairs.

“What’re you three doing here, and with your guns?” He scolded, putting away his own knife as they lowered their guns.

“Boss!” Tony ran down the steps, others trailing. “You haven’t been answering your phone.”

“You always answer, we figured something bad happened.” McGee went on to explain. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?” He questioned with aggravation clear in his voice.

“A naval officer was just found dead, with Y/n’s badge on him.” Ziva revealed as Gibbs quickly discarded his belt with materials for his hobby, grabbing his coat and rushing up the steps with the rest of his team.

Arriving to the familiar workplace was not for the reason he would wish, confused at what must of happened and knowing that somehow your brother played a part in this whole thing. He couldn’t exactly reveal everything he knew though, risking your team members and Vance finding out about your more secret relationship.

Sweat was starting to appear from his forehead, his feet moving with a extra speed down to where Ducky was speaking to a body with wonder.

“It seems like strange circumstances that you’ve had to meet our Y/n,” Ducky mumbled to the dead man as Palmer stood by his side, peering down at the body with a table of scalpels and tools besides them both.

“Duck, what’s up here, how’d he die?” Gibbs questioned, Tony and Ziva jogging behind him to match his rushed pace.

“Jethro, it seems he was stabbed in the neck, obviously unprepared and according to the position the other officers found him, sitting on the bench, it confirms just that.

“My buddies weren’t thinking much of this, they didn’t really know he was a navy man until a woman came in with a photo of her husband saying he’s been missing. They ventured back to the crime scene and found that in the trash not to far was something that looked like a larger wallet with her badge in it,” Tony explained.

“On the autopsy report, the one I received before he was relocated to here, said he was sitting with his hands crossed in the front of his lap.”

“Sitting on a bench, hands together, sounds like he was waiting for someone,” Ziva noted.

“Tony, go get McGee and Abby to start searching his phone records, then put out a APB for Y/n. Ziva, I wanted you to go over and talk to the wife, see if you can find anything else out,” Gibbs commanded the two as they soon left the room and separated.

“Jethro, are you alright?” Ducky questioned, putting down his tool for a moment as he noticed a sort of different look in his good friends eyes. “Mr. Palmer, go look for that new equipment I ordered out in the garage.”

“But I thought that wasn’t supposed to come till Monday?”

“Please, Mr. Palmer,” Ducky turned to look at him now as the younger man rushed out of the room. “Now don’t you fret about Y/n, she is a strong woman, she won’t,” Ducky paused, contemplating his words. “She won’t end up like some of the other strong women we’ve lost.”

“I know that,” Gibbs asserted, staring at his friend in the eye. “I only have strong members on my team.”

“You are a stubborn man, Jethro. With your emotions and actions, all of you!” Ducky’s hands flew up into the air. “I’m a bit worried myself, this all seems very odd, and not a good kind. But, we must hold some faith in her, she has proven many times her strength.”

“Right.”

“And I know your emotions are heightening as well, due to the factor of her disappearance, badge here, and your true relationship with Miss Y/n. I might be a old man, but these eyes are still able to identify a dead mans organs and blossoming love. Something my mother was always able to detect, the love part, and I feel she has passed that trait onto me. Now, go back up and find her,” Ducky turned to have his full attention back onto the body in front of him as Gibbs left without another word.

Arriving in Abby’s office he watched the girl frantically type at a computer as McGee stood besides her, rubbing her shoulders and muttering small words before she shrugged him off.

“I can’t right now, McGee. I-I have to type in this code number, then trace where exactly this stupid cell tower is, start typing!” She yelled at the man who stood frozen as Gibbs was now standing near her.

“What do you have Abbs?”

“I- I”

“What do you have?”

“I’m almost finished, waiting for the ding. I’m sorry Gibbs, I’m just so worried and McGee isn’t typing fast enough and then I couldn’t type the righ-” The special noise the girl was waiting on. “Okay, here! Made calls to wife, pizza place, mother, um, oh! This number is for a Mr. Bruce L/n,” Abby announced.

“Y/n’s brother? She never talks about him,” McGee remembered. “Boss, I can pull up Y/n’s recent calls and see if she has contacted him recently.”

“Yeah, do that,” Gibbs agreed.

“Isn’t that a breech of her privacy, she’s our teammate.”

“And a leading suspect in a murder investigation, we’ve got to find her before someone else.” Gibbs reminded Abby.

“Okay, looks like she made a call to him thirty minutes before the naval officer was killed, there are also messages of them speaking about meeting up near the area where the crime scene is.”

“McGee, get a APB out for Bruce L/n,” He told the agent who nodded and left Abby’s sanctuary. Gibbs turned to the girl, pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of her head. “She’s a strong woman, I only have strong people on my team,” He reassured her, letting go and descending up the steps.

Once arriving to where his desk and the other three agents stood, he took a minute to stop his pace, looking at the three who all stood right near each other, doing nothing, silent.

“What is it?”

“Well-”

“Spit it out!”

“Bruce L/n is here,” Tony finally spoke, Gibbs meeting eyes with the man who was your brother, twiddling his thumbs with a bruised eye and shameful glares.

“Get him in the interrogation room,”

“Do you know why you’re here Bruce?” Tony asked, sitting on the chair across from the suspect as he stared at the file in his hand.

“Regarding the dead body I saw,” He shook his head, hands still shaking. “Uh, yeah, I tried to stop the bleeding, that’s why there is blood on my hands!”

“What about your eye, that looks recent.”

“Went to a bar last night, got in a fight, that’s all,” Bruce couldn’t look Tony in the eyes, his glare glued to his hands with the blood still stuck to his skin.

“Have you contacted your sister recently?”

“Y/n, um, not really.”

“Really?” Tony repeated, tossing a photo of his phone calls onto the table. “Turns out you called her not to long ago.”

“I don’t want to get my sister in trouble! I-I saw what she did and I-”

“You’re saying Y/n killed this man,” He tossed a photo of the dead man onto the table as Bruce kept nodding.

“Yes! Yes! I tried to save him, stop her, I only called her to see her and she went crazy. Upset I hadn’t talked to her in a while.”

“Okay,” Tony stood up, exiting the room and walking into the one that was onlooking the whole interrogation. Tony stared at the silence of his boss.

“This isn’t good, once the other police get their hands on him, they’ll arrest Y/n,” McGee mentioned.

“We’ve got to find her.” ZIva added.

“Y/n doesn’t kill without reason. He lied about calling her, he is lying about how the whole thing went down too,” Gibbs stormed into the room where Bruce sat.

“Boss,” Tony jogged in where GIbbs slammed his hands on the table.

“Listen Mr. L/n. You aren’t telling us the whole story, and that’s what I want or else your ass is going to jail. We’ve got records of you calling the victim, and sure as hell will make you a accomplice to murder unless you start speaking up. I know about your past, what deal have you made with the wrong guy this time?”

“Sir, I-I don’t, I didn’t kill, I can’t go to jail!”

“Then start talking.”

“He, he promised me a thousand dollars if I could just get my sister to meet that guy at some spot. I knew the guy from, from some place I used to frequent. I just had them meet up! I didn’t go over till a bit later and found the body, I tried to stop some of the bleeding,” He looked down at his hands.

“Who wanted the two there?”

“No idea, he came up to me, knowing my name and address and how I just lost my job at the bank. What else was I supposed to do?”

“She was your sister, and you might’ve just gotten her killed,” Gibbs walked out of the room, not sparing another glance.

“Wait, no! I don’t want her to die! I just thought it was some weird, surprise reunion. I never wanted anyone to die,” Bruce yelled as the door was closed shut.

“Boss, Ducky found a tattoo on the naval officer, Abby and I were able to trace what exactly it meant, some thing these guys had were for a cult that Y/n helped shut down in her early cop days.”

“She found out about how they were sacrificing innocent civilians and arrested the majority of them, two, though, escaped the scene.” Ziva went on.

“Our dead officer, he was one of the missing members.”

“And we’ve got a idea on where they are now hiding.”

Arriving to the abandoned wear house, his gun aimed and fellow agents around him, he didn’t know how to feel. The walls were littered with odd writing and drawings, almost making him recoil in disgust at a stench that was also present. Splitting up they took different ways around the wear house.

Tony and ZIva went left, McGee taking right with Gibbs. Quickly after the split gunshots were fired, and loud yells sounding around, McGee looked back, worry encasing his look.

“Go, go help them,” Gibbs commanded as McGee went running back, and Gibbs kept on, walking further into the darkness and praying to find some sort of light, find you.

And he did, but not the way he wished, you laid in the chair with hair bloodied and glued a bit to your forehead. Your sleeves were rolled up and cuts laid itself on your arms and stomach. He actually stopped for a moment, now really letting the worry he had been brushing off take over himself.

It was real, here you were, really hurt, looking dead. The easiest thing to explain the emotions he was going through at the moment would to be saying that he felt lost.

“Y/n,” He mumbled, running over and bending down to be more at your level. He was a bit frantic, pushing fingers into your skin to feel for a pulse, leaning his head onto your ripped shirt that wasn’t even covering your chest anymore to listen for a heartbeat. It seemed impossible, he could barely hear yours over the sound of his own, and his fingers didn’t seem like they could really feel anything right now.

“Her friends finally show up, to take us down all over again,” A man announced as Gibbs stood up, moving his gun around and searching for the figure in the darker light.

“We know that you’re the one that did this Marcus, frustrated that your plan of growing a strong cult couldn’t work because of Y/n.”

“It was a setback, I’ll admit. But I escaped, she didn’t stop me. My family will still rise, and we will remain superior. I mean, look at her now, all cut up and beat up. I hope she’s not dead yet, I wanted to hang her up as a sign, then kill her with more of a audience.”

“It’s over, all your men are being taken away.”

“I can find new followers, that was never a problem,” He laughed.

“Finding loyal ones were. The naval officer, he confided in Y/n about what you were doing. Knowing her brother and learning that she was a cop, he knew she would trust him and end this, all the nonsense killing.”

“It can’t end, look at Y/n, she thought she could but didn’t,” Marcus stepped out into the light, now appearing behind Y/n a knife lying on the top of her skin that covered her neck. “Even if there is a chance that she is still alive, not after this.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Drop your gun, or I’ll slice her neck right now. I think I can still hear her breathing, a shame she’ll have to die because of your nonsense,” Marcus tsked as Gibbs dropped his gun and kicked it away, he walked closer to you, closer to Marcus. “Don’t get to close.”

“Let her go.”

“If I can’t kill her, I’ll need someone,” He removed the knife from your neck and ran after Gibbs. Jethro quickly pulled out his own, stabbing the other man in the stomach and taking his own knife, listening to it clatter on the ground as he threw it across the room.

“Boss?” Tony yelled, now the three agents looking scared and nervous around the room. “Oh my,” He whispered, looking at your figure that was now being untied.

McGees eyes were filled with a true fear, a true surprise at just how harsh this group decided to do to you, a knife stuck in your stomach, cuts and bruises all around, he gasped.

Ziva didn’t think that many Americans were like this, seeing a fair share of people she faced doing this to victims but never any victims she was close with. It confused her, angered her, gun now moving around widely.

“We got most, but there must be more,” She declared, discarding the dying man on the ground.

“Is she dead?” Tony whispered, slowly walking closer. Sirens were nearing, new footsteps could be here swarming in the building, a stretchers appearing and two men running towards Y/n with one for herself, putting her onto it.

Being at the hospital was odd, Abby a crying mess with a fair share of tears falling from McGee as they admitted their fears to each-other while you were in surgery. Ziva and Tony silently agreeing on sitting near each-other, her head falling onto his shoulder as they looked onward at the blank walls, letting unpleasant things creep into their minds.

Ducky shook his head in the slightest, muttering words of reassurance to his partner Palmer, a small smile on his lips that clearly didn’t reach his eyes. And lastly Gibbs who paced the room too many times, finally settling on getting his fifth cup of coffee within the two hours, no announcements.

Eventually the dead navy officer’s wife had arrived with a basket of treats, as a thank you to Y/n after learning how she saved the man she loved from the horrible cult he was forced to join, but instead deciding on giving it to the group who were worried for her outcome.

When the doctor stepped out, announcing for relatives of Y/n L/n to step up, Gibbs was the first, along with Abby, to get over and listen to his words.

“When Y/n arrived into her care, she was badly cut and lost a large amount of blood. Luckily, the place she was stabbed was not by someone who knew where to hit. We finished the surgery and Y/n is doing fine besides a broken leg, some cuts and bruises. She is currently very groggy and may experience some loss of memory due to the event.... But you may all and go see her.”

Abby had jumped up and started to let more tears fall from her face, rushing behind to tell the others the news and getting everyone to hurry up and grab their things to go and visit you.

All of them gathered in your smaller room as you laid down, rubbing your swollen eye and looking at them with the other.

“What’s going on?”

“Oh Y/n!” Abby exclaimed, throwing her arms around you as you grunted a little in pain. “Sorry, I just, I was so incredibly worried and even seeing you like this now makes me want to cry. But you’re alive! And that’s what matters!”

“God, L/n, don’t do that again,” Tony shook his head as Ziva slapped his arm.

“I was fearful for you, and now I have gained more respect for you.” She admitted, standing besides you and taking one of your hands in hers. “My dear friend, you really gave us all a yell.”

“Fright,” Tony corrected.

“Really Tony?” She turned around.

“Could you both not do this now?” McGee asked. “But, you really did scare us all.”

“Yes, my dear. But you are okay and we all agree to take turns staying with you here and helping you out once you arrive back at your home,” Ducky revealed. \

“I’ll get over this in no time,” You commented, looking down at your casted foot.

“You’re like a real superhero Y/n, able to come back to life and all, maybe more like a zombie.” Palmer mentioned. “But, we were scared, yeah, not imagining you as a zombie.”

You laughed at that, eyes lighting up for the first time in a while. “I’m glad I stayed alive just to hear some more bickering, jokes, and comments for all of you.”

Ducky just shook his head a little along with a few of the other agents. “Let’s let Miss L/n rest, she needs it, we can discuss plans outside.” Ducky spoke as everyone started to file out besides Gibbs.

“I told you that you shouldn’t of met up with your brother,” He grumbled, now holding a hand of yours in his own.

“And you were right, I might not recall everything but I do know that was a stupid idea. Still, that’s the firs thing you say to me after everyone thought I’d be dead?”

“I love you, Y/n.I couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if you didn’t make it, how I couldn’t help you in time, when you really needed me.”

“I would never blame you, and neither would anyone else, if I didn’t make it. Don’t think that, don’t put all that pressure onto yourself.”

“I’ll take first duty, of watching you.”

“Good,” You whispered, moving to the side in the bed to open up some room for him. Not many words were exchanged between the two of you for the rest of the night because all the important ones were already said. You didn’t need long conversations and constant reassurance to confirm the love and care that was in the relationship you had. “I love you too.”

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[specialagentkat]

Undercover mission with Gibbs goes south. Part 1

Summary: You are a special agent working with Gibbs' team and you two started dating recently in secret. You had known each other for years and finally gave in. On an undercover mission, things don't go the way they were supposed to go.

Warnings: kidnapping , violence , hurt , angst, fluff

A/N: haven't written anything in ages. recently started rewatching ncis and went down a rabbit hole of finding Gibbs x reader stories. I also don't know how tumblr works, so please forgive me 😂

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You had lost your sense of time ages ago. You could only tell that you had been in this room for too long by the way your skin got thinner and your bones more visible. The ache in your stomach had turned into a background noise. Only once a day you were given the smallest amount of water and food - or so you thought. The room you were in didn't have windows. Nothing really. Just a heavy door, a chain wrapped around your leg and connected to the wall and a pillow. You didn't even have the energy to laugh about the fact that your capture had the decency to provide you with a pillow. With your head resting against the cold wall of the dark room, you stared at the ceiling, wishing for it to end.

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"I have to agree with Tony on this one, you look amazing in that outfit Y/N."

Abbys voice sounded through your earpiece as you scanned the room again, checking every exit and your teams positions. You rolled your eyes and only mumbled a quick 'Thanks Abbs' before grabbing your drink from the bar and leaving your seat.

"Far left corner, Caucasian male, brown hair, maybe 40, Sailor uniform. Hinks on right leg. Hand in jacket, reaching for something", you said as you slowly moved through the crowd of dancing people. This undercover mission had cost you days of training, because dancing wasn't your thing. Gibbs and Kate had spent hours with you, working on your footwork.

"I see him", Tony answered.

"Let's not move too fast. He could be reaching for anything." Gibbs warned.

You halted, which made you bump into someone and your drink fall to the floor.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry. Must have been to much Whisky already." The man in front of you grinned apologetically, his hand on your arm, making sure you don't fall over.

"No worries, Sir", you say quickly, trying to ignore the stain it had caused on your leg.

"Would you grant me a dance? I want to make up for it."

You considered for a second and then decided to let your team see that your hard work had been worth it. With a smile you took the man's hand. He placed his other on your lower back and pulled you in close.

"I'm Jack by the way. Really sorry about the drink."

"No really it's fine, I shouldn't have stopped in the middle of a dancing crowd. Taya. My name is Taya. Nice to meet you Jack."

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"4 fucking months, Ducky! 4 months and absolutely no sign of y/n."

Ducky sighed as he laid a hand on Gibbs' shoulder. It had been too long. Too long without sleep. Too long without his other half. Too long without Y/N. Every minute they weren't working on a case, they would work on finding Y/N. McGee and Tony hadn't left the office in weeks. Kate had moved into Abbys lab to work with her. And Gibbs had even stopped working on his boat.

"Jethro, you know as well as I do that the chance of survival of a victim of a kidnapping-"

"Until I find a body, I'll keep looking. I can't give up.. I can't."

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Jack was an empressive dancer. He twirled you around, caught you and had his hands securely around your waist. It was only when Tony made a comment about how you seemed like you were enjoying yourself too much, that you asked Jack to get a drink. His hand rested on the small of your lower back as he walked you over to the bar. You didn't risk to look, but you could feel a pair of eyes fixated on you. Gibbs.

"You definitely made up for the spilled drink, Jack."

"I had hoped so, Taya. Wouldn't want to have left a beauty like you upset."

You faked a smile and sipped on the drink Jack had handed you.

"Remember you're at work, Y/L/N."

"So tell me more about that project you're working on", you said, placing a hand gently on Jack's leg.

During the conversation you noticed scratched on the back of his hands. He also seemed to have a scratch on his temple and if your eyes weren't playing games on you, you could see a bruise. Not fresh but also not too old.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me. I will go and freshen up quickly."

You heard a rattling noise over your earpiece. Abby. Exclaiming you were going to freshen up had been your code word.

"I've checked him already. Nothing suspicious. Typical ex Navy. Works a 9 to 5 office job, has a wife and two children."

"What alerted you, Y/L/N?"

"His hands and face show signs of a fight. He has the medical knowledge to let someone suffer for a long time while keeping them alive. And to be honest? My gut tells me something is wrong-"

"The way he looks at you", Gibbs interrupted.

"Yeah..", you replied and looked his way before entering the bathroom. His face was unreadable as usual, but the way he was standing seemed tense. You tried to hide a smirk as you couldn't help but think it was jealousy. You had been undercover a couple of times since you two had started dating in secret. Every time it'd involved getting closer to someone, Jethro showed slight jealousy. He always had to make sure later, that you knew he was the only person to touch you in certain ways. You were looking forward to that.

"The way he looks at you?" McGee asked.

"Oh looks can say more than a thousand words, Probie", Tony replied with a laugh and stuffed something in his mouth.

"Kate, McGee, go and check his car. Tony and I keep an eye on him", Gibbs said.

You stood infront of the mirror, running your fingers through your hair. With a quick hand you checked that your gun was still strapped to your thigh and the knife in your boot. Rule 9.

[leighsartworks216]

Request Rules + Characters

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Rules

- I will 100% write for all pronouns!!! I'm going to try writing most of my fics as gender neutral, so unless you specifically ask for different pronouns, I will most likely continue this trend (Male readers are so heccin valid please feel so welcome to request specific stuff too <3)

- I also write for trans readers, whether that be MTF, FTM, nonbinary or others

- I would be more than happy to write for poly relationships, so feel free to request poly stuff if that is more comfortable for you <3

- I don't like yandere stuff, the concept itself makes me uncomfortable, so I won't do yandere stuff

- I don't care how hot professor x student stuff is for y'all, as a student myself it makes me uncomfortable too and feels wrong personally so I won't write it either

- I will write smut now!! There are certain kinks or things I don’t enjoy and thus won’t write for, but I am open to writing it now

- Hurt/Comfort fics are welcome and encouraged!! I put trigger warnings anywhere I think needs it, so please be sure to read the warnings under each title/on each post and feel free to tell me if there's any triggers on a story I should add to the warnings :)

- I have every right to disapprove or not take your request. I get into the weird mindset that I can’t and then writing becomes more of a chore than a fun hobby. If I disapprove a request, though, feel free to request again. I do enjoy taking requests :)

- I will NOT write characters being abusive (physically, emotionally, mentally, controlling in an abusive way such as manipulating, etc - lying to fulfill a scheme doesn’t count), but I would be more than happy to write about them helping you get OUT of an abusive relationship. (And if y’all ever need to talk, for any reason, just hmu on insta @/pokemon216 just lemme know why I’m being dm’d by a stranger first lol)

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Characters I’ll Write For

- Loki Laufeyson (Marvel)

- Sylvie (Loki TV Series)

- Mobius M. Mobius (Loki TV Series)

- Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

- Qui-gon Jinn (Star Wars)

- Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park)

- Probably also Dr. Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

- Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

- Jaskier (The Witcher)

- I can try Yennefer if someone requests it lol (The Witcher)

- Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS)

- Abby Sciuto (NCIS)

- Dr. Mallard/Ducky (NCIS; only platonic or familial)

- Aragorn (Lord of the Rings)

- Legolas (Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit)

- Thranduil (The Hobbit)

- Asra  (The Arcana)

- Julian (The Arcana)

- Muriel (The Arcana)

- Lucio (The Arcana)

- Astrellio (For The Love Of Gods)

- Vidas (For The Love Of Gods)

- Eeri (For The Love Of Gods)

- Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

- Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

- Darkiplier (Markiplier)

- Wilford Warfstache (Markiplier)

- Host (Markiplier)

- Yancy (Markiplier)

- Illinois (Markiplier)

- Damien (Markiplier)

- Eric Derekson (Markiplier)

- Indiana Jones (... Indiana Jones)

- Link (Breath of the Wild, Ocarina of Time - they’re the only ones I’ve played sue me)

- Revali (Breath of the Wild)

- Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

- Turnip Head/Prince Justin (Howl’s Moving Castle)

- Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes)

- 9th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- 10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- 11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

- Data Soong (Star Trek)

- Spock (Star Trek)

- Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Star Trek)

- Astarion Ancunin (Baldur’s Gate 3)

- Wyll Ravenguard (Baldur's Gate 3)

- Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

- Zayne (Love and Deepspace)

If I think of any more I’ll add them to the list, but also just feel free to ask if I write for somebody

[navalcriminalimagines]

Hi!! Happy New Year!! So....I had a request that I’ve been dying to ask for like the longest time. But what if the reader is a doctor and married to Gibbs, and when a member of the team is hurt, she operates/heals them? And then she comes out and comforts Gibbs like all fluffy and sweet? He’s just so in love with her?? Aahhhh makes my brain mush thinking about it xxxxx

happy new year to you too!!! thanks a lot for your request! i hope it’s what you were expecting!! much love and stay safe ✨💖

NCIS, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader.

Being you

“Male in his thirties, gun shot in the abdomen. He lost conscious on the ride here, lost a lot of blood,” the paramedics announced to you.

As you took a look to the man laying there, all bloody, you realized it was your husband’s team member Timothy McGee. Although he was unconscious, you put your hand to his cheek, you let him know, “Tim, it’s me Y/N. You’re gonna fine okay? I’m taking care of you. Hang in there,”

Before you knew it, you were in surgery, taking the bullet off his abdomen. Tim gave you a big scare on the operating table, when his heart started to race, your assistant was scared it may stop. “Tim! don’t do this,” you took a warning ton, “Your boss won’t forgive me and he sure as hell won’t forgive you,”

You knew you had to think about your patient only, that Tim only should be in your mind but you couldn’t help but to think about your husband. You don’t know what happened exactly, how the gunshot took place but Gibbs must be in the worst state of mind right now.

The surgery lasted longer than you thought since it cause damages into Tim’s stomach. His healing will take time, and he would be out of action for months. As you were putting the last stitch on his scar, your assistant congratuled you as she always does. “Team work,” you smiled at her. You took a look at Tim’s face. He was peaceful but very pale. Once again, you put your hand on his cheek, “You did good, Tim.”

You made sure he was taken safely into the resuscitation room, and walked to the waiting room. You thought your husband would be there, standing and waiting but instead, you saw Abby, Ducky and Jimmy. The lab tech jumped into your arms, not caring about the blood you had all over your blouse, “Is he okay? Is Tim okay?”

“He’s fine, Abbs. Still unconscious, but you’ll be able to see him soon,” you softly smiled at her.

“I knew he was in good hand,” you heard the medical examiner telling you.

You hugged Ducky and Jimmy, before asking. “Where’s Jethro?”

“Chasing the man who did this. Safe to say that one won’t stop by your operating table,” Jimmy awkwardly laughed. Tipical Jimmy Palmer. Of course the man who shot Tim was a dead man.

Your shift was over hours ago, but as long as Jethro was still out there looking for the shooter, you stayed around to check on Tim. You know your husband isn’t a texter, but you kept checking your phone to see if he has answer your text.

Tim’s safe. How are you? And the team? You guys stay safe, okay? Want you to be there when I get home. I love you, J.

The morning rose. Tim was still out. Abby, Ducky and Jimmy made rounds to stay with him. “Doc! Already here or never left?” Your assistant greeted you in the locker room, as her new shift was about to start.

“I stayed with my husband’s team,” you tiredly smiled at her.

“Is his coworker still okay? No complications?”

“All is good for now,”

“You should go home. We got this. We’ll take a good care of him,”

“You’re sweet but I’ll go home when J has. It’s my duty to stay here,”

“Do you have a male version of yourself? Wouldn’t mind a partner like you,”

You chuckled at her words and thanked her for always being this awesome. You heard a certain brouhaha coming from the hallway, and as you rushed there, you realized it was coming from Tim’s room. Abby looked all freaked out at you, “He—he started to convulsed. Do something, Y/N, please,” she begged.

Thank god it wasn’t something too serious. A few minutes later, Tim’s vitals came back to normal and he started to gain conscious. “Morning, Warrior,” you smiled at him.

He was out of it, his body was in total pain but he giggled at your words. “T—Thank you doc Gibbs,” he managed to say.

“Go back to sleep before Abby gives you a lecture,”

He smiled and dozed off.

It’s late in the afternoon that you heard from your husband. Or at least, that Ducky told you he was home. You checked on last time on Tim, gave instructions, told everyone to call if needed and you went home to your husband.

The house was complete dark and you didn’t hear a single sound. Jethro was probably exhausted, so you didn’t turn on the lights, only using your phone’s flash. You found him laying on the couch, face buried in a pillow. You sat next to him, softly stroked his hair and when he moved his head to the side, you kissed his temple. “Hi my love,” you whispered. “How are you?”

He turned around and opened his arms for you to come laying on his chest. “Better now,” he said. You could hear his voice was about to crack. You were exhausted from the last 40 hours - your normal shift, plus Tim’s surgery and staying until now. But your husband’s mental health was all that mattered at this moment.

You stayed in his arms for a moment, enjoying the small circles his hand was doing in your back. Eventually you sat up and took him with you. “Hungry?” He shook his head no. “Wanna go into bed?” He did the same. “I got an idea then,” you kissed his forehead, “Stay here until I call you,” Jethro watched you going upstairs and wondered how he got this lucky.

You called him ten minutes later. Unexpectedly to him, you had prepared a bath. Warm, bubbly with candles. Without a word, you helped him undressed and told him to get into the bathtub. He did as told. “Come with me,” he whispered.

“In a minute,”

But first, you offered to massage his scalp and temples. Leaning into every touch, Jethro felt all the tensions for the past day fading away. Maybe all the tensions he ever had even. He doesn’t understand how he got you to fall in love with him. How could a woman like you marry him? He could never understand.

Still leaning into your touch, he repeated, “Come with me, Y/N,” he sounded so needy, you couldn’t refuse this time. You felt his blue eyes all on you as you undressed and joined him in the bathtub. He laid down and invited you to come rest on his chest, but you refused and made him spin around in the bathtub. He heard him giggle as his legs were blocked. You don’t get to hear his laugh often, and it made you fall in love with him a little more. Finally, he managed to spin and laid down on your chest. “What did I do?” You heard him say, as you were softly caressing his arms and chest, playing with his chest hair from time to time.

“What?” You asked.

“What did I do so you fell in love with me? And—married me?” He asked. It sounded like a genuine question.

“It would take me a book to answer this and you don’t read books,”

Jethro gets this. He got a commun point between you too; avoiding serious question about your feelings. So he let it slide. You and him stayed silent until the water got cold. You helped him wash, and so he did for you. Even if he told again he wasn’t hungry, you prepared two bowls of cereals and joined him on the couch, under blankets.

Still, he doesn’t understand. How in the world would a woman want to eat cereals in front of a tv that only has one channel. In black and white. But here you are, drinking your milk and watching the western movie as if it was the blockbuster of the year.

You were watching the tv, and Jethro was watching you when your phone buzzed. It was your coworker.

Could’ve warn me your friend was such a drama queen. He called, claiming he was dying because his stomach was making weird things. He was hungry.

You laughed at the text and read it to Jethro. “I’ll give him hard times if he gives some to your friends,” he chuckled, getting you closer to him and kissing your temple.

“Why didn’t you come see him?” You asked.

“Chased the man who did it,” he paused, “And I knew he was safe with you,”

Perhaps he did, but you could still on his face how worried he has been since yesterday. “Your cereals look like porridge,” you smiled.

“Sorry. Told you I wasn’t hungry,” Jethro said. He put his bowl on the coffee table and you felt his body curling on your side. You finished your milk, put the bowl away and opened your arms so his head could rest on your chest.

“Thank you,” you heard him whisper.

“What for?”

“Being you,”

You didn’t see the tear escaping your husband’s eye.

[olderpeople-supremacy]

Hello my lovelies!

I am currently completely out of ideas and would like some requests. My rules for requesting are;

- Please specify which character you want to have me write about

-Should the relationship between the two written people be platonic or not

- Please specify if you want to have a female, male or gender neutral reader

-I will not write personalized one-shots

-Anon requests are ok

-You can request smut, but please specify if you have any taboos

-I'll do song fics too

- I won't do character x character, because I am simply not good it.

-I also write song inspired fics.

Character I will write about;

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

David Rossi (Criminal Minds)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS)

Patrick Jane (The Mentalist)

Theresa Lisbon (The Mentalist)

Tony Stark (Marvel)

With this I say; Let the requesting begin!

[zvdvdlvr]

affectionate cuddles

✰ - synopsis :: leroy jethro gibbs x gn reader with the prompt affectionate cuddles’

✰ - warnings :: fluff

✰ - k.j.’s diary says... sorry about the bad writing, im tryna get back in character or ehatever

although you both were not ones for physical affection, whenever one if you had a particularly bad day you both would eventually find yourself tangled up in each other on the couch. 

so thats where you are now: cheek pressed onto the warm area of jethro’s NIU sweatshirt just above his heart while he rubbed his thumb back and forth over your back. jethro’s gaze bounced between the flickering flames and your limp body resting on his. 

jethro hummed a little as he leaned back and closed his eyes. despite his own troubles, jethro knew you needed this quiet, tender moment. either way, you being in his his arms helped jethro more then you’d ever know.

[word-scribbless]

Family Part 2

Part 2! I’m not sure if I’ll do more. I feel like I could probably think of more sweet storylines for them, and more about the fostering stuff.

This is a gibbs x female reader it also includes an OC, Cori.

(Italics mean the character is signing. In most cases, they are speaking as well, except for Cori.)

Masterlist

Part 1

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Cori had been with Gibbs and Y/N for a week when Gibbs and the team solved the case. Having Cori with them felt perfect. Y/N took a few days off from work to be with Cori. they went shopping, read Harry Potter together, and cooked dinner each night. It was summer, so when Y/N had to go into work cori went to Y/N’s brother’s house with her nieces, but they spent almost every day together. Y/N discovered that Cori loved baking so she let her pick something to bake each evening.

When y/n was younger she had dreamed of having a daughter. When she got engaged all those years ago, they had talked about having a family, but that dream died with her fiancé, Connor. Since then she pushed it away, along with her hope for love. Until she met Jethro. She knew they probably wouldn’t have children, at least not biologically, but the family the two of them were together was enough. He showed her so much love and passion that she knew she’d always be happy.

Having Cori in their lives just made their little family even better. Jethro walked through the door after a hard days work to the sound of y/n and cori each night. He came home each of the 5 nights to his girls making dinner for him in the kitchen, dancing along to the radio and engulfing him in hugs when they saw him.

For the first couple of days cori was still a bit skiddish around Gibbs, being she wasn’t used to trusting males besides her father who she lost at a young age. However by the third day she felt like she’d known and trusted Gibbs her whole life. It helped that he left it up to her to how much she trusted him, constantly giving her the option of y/n being around too. One night she asked if she could come help him work on his boat and he knew then she trusted him as much as y/n. That night she hugged him goodnight and he knew his life would never be the same.

He knew that as long as he had Y/N his life would be greater than he ever thought it could be after he lost his original girls. However he was growing to love having Cori around. He loved her spirit and silliness, how she trusted them enough to use her quiet voice around the house. Most of all he loved seeing y/n as a ‘mom’. It made him love her even more if that was possible. It scared him to think about what was going to happen when the case was solved.

They’d have to tell the social worker, who would come to put Cori back into the system. Each day he had been dreading it and thinking about what he could do to make it so she could stay. He knew he had to bring it up with y/n, but she beat him to it one night just after dinner when Cori had gone to read in her room.

“Jethro we need to talk about what happens with Cori when the case is over.” Y/n said seriously as she sat down next to him on the couch.

“I know but I really don’t want to think about it.” He answered honestly

“I don’t want her to leave J.”

“Does she have to?” He asked

“What?” Y/N responded, her head snapping up to look at him.

“Well if she wants to stay why can’t she?”

“You want to adopt Cori?” She said moving closer to him.

“Yes, y/n.” He says grabbing her hands in his. “This; you, me , cori, it feels like a family and I want that with you and her.

You know I love you. You know I’m not one for words, but I know that you know how I feel.” He said in a low voice, squeezing her hands.

“Of course” she said reaching up to stroke his cheek with her thumb.

“ I never thought I could be so happy with anyone besides Shannon and Kelly. But with you and Cori...it not the same, but it’s just as strong. It’s our own happiness and I love it. I don’t want it to end. No matter what happens you and I are a family Y/N but it feels like she’s part of it too. He admitted emotionally.

“I love you. And her. I always told myself I didn’t need a family if I couldn’t have it with Connor. But then I met you. You became my family and having Cori with us... I just, I love seeing you as a dad. Your love for her and how much you care about us both makes my life complete and I realize that all the sad things in my life brought me here. Just like all the sad things in cori’s life brought her here. I think she belongs with us J.” She said as tears glided down her cheeks.

“Me too” he whispered wiping her tears “and I’ll fight to keep her here if that’s what she wants.”

“It is” they hear whispered from the other room as Cori stepped out from behind the wall.

“I want you to be my family!” She signed before she ran towards them.

Gibbs pulled both Cori and Y/N into a tight hug. All three of them had tears in their eyes at that point.

The next day, the case was officially closed and Jethro called the social worker. He explained that he and his wife were interested in permanently fostering and eventually adopting Cori. He swore he could hear the social worker smile through the phone.

It wasn’t every day a child lost everyone close to her and found another loving family. The social worker explained the process to jethro and promised to email the paper work. It wasn’t all going to be easy and the state would have to come do various in depth evaluations and interviews, but she assured him she thought it would work out if they were sure. He assured her they were serious about keeping Cori with them and ended the call with a smile.

As he hung up he turned around to see tony standing in the doorway.

“You look happy boss, it’s weird” tony laughed.

“Yeah, that’s been happening a lot lately” Gibbs joked back.

“So are you gonna keep this whole kid thing a secret too?” Tony asked earning a Gibbs glare.

“You know we would have all been happy about it right?” Tony asked pointing at the gold band Gibbs now proudly wore on his left hand.

Gibbs smile slightly.

“I know, and we would have told you. We just...”

“yeah I know, you’re you. Not a sharer.” The younger agent said causing his boss to nod.

“But you’ve got a lot of great things worth sharing Gibbs.” He continued.

“Yeah, yeah I do. I just like keeping them both to myself sometimes.” Gibbs admitted. “But you’re right, they’re worth bragging about.” He admitted causing tony to smile at his boss. “But right now I gotta get home to ‘em.”

Gibbs knew y/n would insist on celebrating with all of them once things were settled. right now, though, all he wanted was to get home and tell his sweet girls the good news. It might not be an easy road, but the three of them were going to do whatever they needed to stay a family.

“Hey girls” Gibbs greeted as he walked in the door.

“We’re in here!” Y/N shouted back.

He turned into the kitchen to find them both covered in flour, holding out a giant cake they had made for him with a messy “we love you” scrolled on top.

His heart clenched in his chest as he stood there looking at the two people he loved most in this world.

“We made you a cake since we know you had a long week and we wanted to thank you for fighting for us” Cori signed as she walked over to hug him.

“Thank you sweetheart” he said hugging her back. His eyes locked with y/n’s tearful ones as he mouthed ‘ I love you’ to her over cori’s head. She signed it back to him as she set the cake down and joined them in a hug.

“I talked to the social worker today” Gibbs said causing Cori to perk up.

“Oh yeah?” Y/N asked, knowing that he wouldn’t bring it up in front of Cori if there was no hope.

“ it won’t be easy, or a quick process” he smirked “but it’s possible. I’ve already started the paperwork.”

“Really!?” Cori whispered “you’re sure?”

Y/ N nodded at her “so sure”

“There’s nothing I’m more sure of than you two” Gibbs admitted. Pulling them back in.

[psychadelickate]

NCIS - Torres: Bad-Ass

Imagine: Bad-Ass Word Count: 931 Fandom: NCIS Pairing: None Characters: Torres, Reader, Palmer Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: Anonymous Prompt: Ahhh okay! I’m sorry about that!! Could you do a Nick Torres x reader where she’s new to the team and he gets paired with her for a case and she ends up showing him she’s way more badass than someone who just came from a desk job

You’ve been at NCIS for almost a year now and you will admit you like your job. Sure, you’re not in the field as much as other agents, but you prefer it that way. You’ve already seen more action in your life than you’d ever thought you would. You’ve heard the names they call you, some of the agents, but you don’t let it get to you.  Also, you’d been handpicked by Gibbs, the leader of the best team at NCIS head office and vetted by Director Leon Vance. You didn’t need any validation from anyone else. You only had two requests; you be offered a desk job, not because you didn’t like fieldwork, but because you needed a little break from it all. And the second was that no one talked about your past, be it personal or professional. Both men were good with that, Gibbs having experienced it and Vance, well, you didn’t know why but you were happy with it  Besides; Fossil, Luddite, Buzzkill, they hardly apply to you, and you know you don’t need to prove anything to them. You do have a favorite, though you’d never let them know how happy it makes you when you hear them call you ‘Ice Queen’. You’d heard one of the male agents commenting on if you’d just changed from spectacles to contact lenses it would increase your dating pool by one hundred percent. Your response to that was to ask why was he worried about whether you were single or not. You aren’t!  The sound of the elevator doors swooshing open catches your attention and you look up to see Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs storming out the silver metal box.  He doesn’t look happy, at all.  “(Y/N),” he calls out and you look up at him.  “Bishop’s helping out in MTAC today, so you’re with Torres. We got a dead marine at a café in downtown.” He doesn’t need to finish his sentence, you’ve already got your gear, and holstered your weapon. 

You’re already walking toward then elevator when you note Torres isn’t with you, or even behind you. No, he’s still standing in the bullpen, clearly shocked that Gibbs has asked you to pair up with Torres. Torres looks as though he’s about to protest you going with him, but a look from his boss silences him.  Fifteen minutes later you’re at the scene, McGee having sent you the location co-ordinates. You’re looking around the place, taking in everything before you start asking questions. Palmer has done a preliminary check and gives you permission to move the body if you need. You don’t.  Torres looks as though he’s about to explode, smoke coming out his ears. You had no idea he felt this way about you. You don’t let it faze you, you simply take out your camera and measuring tape and start taking pictures and doing the sketches. You’ve seen enough of Gibbs’ reports and case files to know how he likes his work done.  It’s while you’re taking close-up pictures of the victim’s hands that you feel it. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you know something’s about to happen. Your gut feeling has never led you astray before. You turn to Torres but his anger is clouding everything. Still, you try to give him a heads-up. His response isn’t one you expect.  “And just why would I take advice from a paper-pusher who has never done fieldwork in the entire year they’ve been at NCIS?”  “Nick!” Jimmy is shocked and then he sees Torres’ expression and the penny drops. “Special Agent Torres, you have no idea who (Y/N) is, do you?” he asks Torres.  “Of course I know (Y/N), she’s been doing paperwork for…” but you only hear that much because the next minute you’re running out the door, chasing after a six foot man with a gun in his hand. The man only makes it a block and a half before you catch up and trip him, sending him face first into the ground. He’s three times your size and double your weight, no doubt, but you have no trouble apprehending him.  By the time Torres reaches you, you still have your knee planted firmly in the suspect’s back, keeping him flush to the floor and his wrist in your hand, pressing on one of his pressure points, keeping him subdued.  “That was awesome!” you hear a little girl say and you look up to see her looking at you in awe. “See, I told you girls can be bad-ass,” she tells her mother, who blushes a little.  “Yes well, we all wish we had Force Recon Marine Scout Sniper (Y/L/N), as a partner,” Jimmy says and this time you can’t help the blush that rises on your cheeks.  “Marine Recon!?” It’s clear Torres can’t wrap his head around it. “You’re still a kid!” he says.  “No, just look like one,” you tell him, aware that you really do have a youthful face, one of life’s blessings.  “Does Gibbs know?” he asks, but answers himself a minute later.  “Of course he does, he’s Gibbs!”  “Ready to go Palmer?” you ask once other agents take the suspect off your hands.  “I think Torres is going to need some time and space…” garnering a laugh from Palmer.  “After you, Agent (Y/L/N),” he waits for you to walk to the car first.  The ride back is silent and uneventful and the only time you hear Torres’ voice is when he asks Bishop and McGee if they knew about your professional history. 

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Gibbs x reader - Home

Hey! Long time no talk! I was wondering if I could possibly get an imagine where reader is Gibbs’s wife and just like the scene where the little kid runs to gibbs and gibbs lifts him in a hug, if you could write instead reader and their child welcoming gibbs from a long case away from home. Thanks in advance! - @kittenlittle24 💕

You hadn’t even heard the door slowly open, and you didn’t see when he had come home, the only reason you knew was the bark from Red, your German Shepard and the squeal from Harry, your 4 year old son.

“DADDY!” Harry cheered.

Smiling softly, you put the knife down, wiped your hands and made your way into the hall where the silver haired Male was stood holding his son.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hey.” He smiled back.

Walking over, you ruffled Red’s fur and wrapped your arms around Harry and Gibbs.

“It’s been a while.” You laughed, “did you close the case?”

Jethro hummed and nodded his head, placing a soft kiss to your hair line as you rested his head on yours.

“I have the weekend off, I haven’t seen you three for two weeks.”

“It’s been a tough case, you definitely need to relax.”

Grabbing Jethro’s hand you led him into the living room and gently pushed him onto the couch, sitting next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder while Harry did the same to the other shoulder and Red laid himself on your laps.

“Welcome home darling.” You said gently.

“Thank you.” He muttered.

You both closed your eyes and soaked in this moment, it was rare you got such peace like this, and when you did you soaked it all in, and burnt the memory in your brains

[thatfanficstuff]

Crime Shows Masterlist

Criminal Minds

Easy - Derek Morgan

Lunch? - David Rossi

Happiness - Aaron Hotchner

Drabble - Aaron Hotchner

Timing - Aaron Hotchner

Professional - Aaron Hotchner 

Hawaii 5-0

Aloha - Steve McGarrett

Stupid - Steve McGarrett x Wife!Reader

Gif Drabble - Steve McGarrett

Homecoming - Steve McGarrett

Fantastic - Adam Noshimuri x Male!reader

Law and Order: SVU

Mi Vida - Rafael Barba x Gender Neutral!Reader

His Shirt - Rafael Barba

NCIS

What Rules? - Jethro Gibbs

Wait. What? - A little of everyone

Feelings - Tony DiNozzo

[floraltypes]

Hi, could you do a Gibbs x reader in which they are on a formal dance (something the team needed to attempt) and Gibbs watches the reader dance with a lot of other man throughout the night, which makes him a little jealous so he decides to give it a try?

pairing - leroy jethro gibbs x reader

summary - a mission has arrived where you must dance, yet it’s not as fun as some thought

“A dance, the last time I’ve done something like this was when I was in elementary,” you laughed, sitting on the edge of your desk with a warm drink in your hand, a similar one (yet less sweet) in your boss’s as well.

“It’s important, it’s the 30th anniversary of the Marine Mashup, multiple different dances and you will all be undercover,” the director told you all, brushing a strand piece of her red hair behind her ear, looking upon with authority and a bit of mischief in her eye.

“Well, luckily for you all, I’m a amazing dancer,” Tony smirked, tapping in a quick password into the white, large computer, soon clicking onto a file where a photo of him dipping a girl while dancing the salsa appeared on the screen. “I could easily win the contest that will be there too.”

“You won’t be dancing, DiNozzo,” Gibbs quickly cut off his ideas, shaking his head and taking a sip of the dark coffee. The former excited male was now showcasing features pointing to disappointment, quickly muttering a few words and turning the compute back to him, removing the photo from the screen.

“Did you take dancing lessons when you were a child, Tony?” Ziva questioned, her own grin taking over as she excitedly peered over to the man. “I could imagine your little feet fumbling on the floor.”

“I did not fumble on the dance floor, I danced elegantly.”

“Like a ballerina?” McGee quickly spoke up.

“No- what?” You laughed along with the rest of the two other agents as his face flushed red, embarrassment seeping through.

“Enough with embarrassing DiNozzo. You all have assigned roles, all of you,” the director turned her glare more specifically to Gibbs. “I’ve emailed the list to all of your emails, run it through and remember just because I won’t be in attendance doesn’t mean I won’t know if you’re not playing your part.”

The woman quickly walked back up the steps, taking fast and strong strides back to her office as you all scrambled to get logged into your emails, filtering through ads, love letters, online friends, to find one from Director Shepard.

“God, working as one of the waiters!” DiNozzo complained, frustratingly leaning back into his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. “Why would I get a role of that?”

“Possibly because you just don’t fit the type,” Ziva wondered, smiling as she looked over her own name. “I’m working with Tony?” She mumbled annoyed, leaning back into her own chair with feet on top of her desk.

“Check the name,” Gibbs corrected.

“Oh, I’m doing parking. That will be a piece of dessert.”

“It’s cake,” Tony corrected, checking the email once again. “Wait, me and McGee have to serve little finger sandwiches together? He can’t even walk down the steps without tripping, can’t talk to a woman without sweat running down his forehead!”

“Hey!”

“I’m not a good dancer,” You commented, looking at your own assignment of playing a marine attending the dance. “It’s been years, like I said earlier, last time was when I was ten.”

“Well, hey, maybe you should ask DiNozzo to give you some advice on how to do a twirl,” McGee joked, pulling up a photo of a younger version of Tony in a dance class surrounded by fellow young girls.

“How did you get that?” He exclaimed, rushing out of his seat to try and get to his fellow agents desk.

“Your father is a bit of a flirt,” You reminded him, looking over at Ziva and sharing a laugh.

“I just asked for a little favor,” The Israeli shrugged, tapping on her own computer to pull up another photo of the agents younger days. “He sent me a few.”

“What’s your assignment boss?” McGee asked, shutting down his

“A guest, I get a invitation every year. I’ll sit at the bar and watch from there while you all forget about the pictures and start getting ready,” Gibbs commander as you all started to pull together your items, the man continuing on with his chat while gathering his own. “Lieutenant Hankle expects us to figure out which attendant has a intention to kill some of the fellow marines, so stop complaining and get prepared.”

“You look amazing! Wow! I’ve forgotten how good I am,” Abby smiled proudly, she stepped back to admire her work a bit more with your full face of makeup and fancy hair. She offered you a gorgeous, long purple dress with black tights and black boots, a different type of style for a event like this, some Abby present in it.

“I do like it, thanks,” You smiled, looking into the mirror as you admired your face a bit more, turning around to have a camera pushed into your face with a large flash blinding your eyes for the moment. “What was that for?”

“I never see you so dressed up, a photo was needed for my scrapbook.”

“Scrapbook?”

“In my free time, to remember the good times, happy times with such a depressing job,” She grinned looking at the photo, placing it down as you begun to dig through your bag.

“That’s good, Abb. Now, thanks for making, or, getting this dress, but it’s going to need a slit,” You pulled out your knife, bending at the waist to cut the fabric as it was now looser. Grabbing your knife holster and pulling it up your leg to fit tightly on your thigh, hidden by the dress but accessible with the slit.

“You really follow Gibbs rules, huh?” Tony laughed, walking into the lab as Abby watched you with amazement. “Rule nine, in every situation.”

“Yeah, it’s smart,” you rolled your eyes, pushing down the dress at the top to show more of your chest as Tony’s eyes quickly drifted to that.

“Smart, figure out the guy by flaunting the assets.”

“Ew, no, I need the space to hold this,” You reached over for your smaller gun, sticking it into your bra before covering your chest back up. “And stop staring, it’s embarrassing.” Next you pulled up your rings, hard silver that would work well with landing a punch.

“I was not staring,” He bashfully looked away as Abby giggled a bit before shoving the camera back into your face to take another photo. “And you’re not going to take a photo of me?”

“You look great too, Tony!” Abby spoke, taking a photo of the other man as he posed for it, all dressed up in his uniform for the evenings upcoming events. “So professional.”

“Thank you, Abby. I’m glad someone is finally appreciating my looks, and ability to play many parts.”

“Well, I don’t DiNozzo, hurry up and get upstairs,” Gibbs announced, stepping into the lab with a Caf-Pow to hand to the now bubbling goth, quickly taking it from his grasp with a chaste kiss on the cheek. Tony rapidly made his way out of the lab as you finished clearing your bag for space of…. necessities.

“I’m all ready,” you beamed, placing the small, black handbag to hang on your shoulder, adjusting the rings on your fingers.

“Good, now, bag,” he put his hand out as you slid it down your arm, begrudgingly placing it in his grasp as he emptied out most of its contents. Once allowing you to keep the small wallet with a. implanted microphone, and lip gloss, he handed it back to you. “This is a no weapon assignment, directors orders,” his hand went back to its former position as you sighed before pulling out the hidden gun.

“When do you ever follow the directors orders?” You questioned, handing it over. “I’m not giving up the rings.”

“And.”

“No! That’s one of your rules.”

“You two are so cute, Gibbs knowing all about your weapon obsessed ways, smile!” She caught the both of you off guard as the large flash was in your face. The photo popped up on her computer showing you and your boss standing beside each other, you with a slight pout and him with his eyebrows furrowed, your hand placed on the top of his palm because a moment before he was looking at your rings.

“What do you got for me, Abbs’?”

“Besides the great photo, there are no prints on the letter but I’m running the handwriting through a program I’ve created, hopefully it’ll give some clues about the guy, not sure what. But, his writing seems to show he is confident in his actions, so look for that?”

“Sounds good, get it done,” Gibbs told the woman, taking his leave as you followed his lead into the hallway to the elevator where he was able to flip the switch allowing it to stop its rotation.

“What’s wrong?” You looked at your boss confused, picking at the fabric bundled at your waist. Nothing could bring nerves, butterflies, into your stomach like Gibbs did, not even the thought of getting shot in the head. You’d gone through many of those scenarios, it was the romantic ones that were unfamiliar.

“You,” He let a smile appear, reaching over in order to land his hands onto your waist, squeezing in the slightest before bending over near your ear to whisper “You look beautiful.”

“I, um,” You tried to clear your throat, shaking your head slightly as your boyfriend just laughed, placing a small kiss on your cheek before flipping the switch back in its former position.

“Look sharp, you’ve got a dance to attend.”

The ballroom that was rented out was grand, holding around two hundred and fifty attendees and another thirty for staff. You and the team were able to deduct your mystery killer wouldn’t be among the staffing crowd, and that it was a he.

You all had sections to cover, Ziva with help chauffeur cars in order to snoop a bit and clear off (or capture) according to plans or noticeable signs. Tony and Tim took on with the staff, wearing special glasses that would allow Abby to look into the lives of every member they pass by. Gibbs took on the bar, prepared to chat with other lonely men in hopes of secrets being revealed. And you, dancing it on the floor with many partners, open to hear plans they wish to achieve in upcoming times.

“Oh my, thank you,” you smiled, peeling off the black coat as the coat check happily took it, handing you the ticket before you started to make your way to your seat. Sitting down you looked at the plate in front already filled with little treats and a water glass open for your lips to take the sip.

“I hate this, why is it so tight in the neck area?” you could hear McGee grumble on the line, interrupting the peaceful background of music as you took a bite of the treat.

“It’s tight in the, uh, area too,” Tony added, passing by you with a plate held high filled with little treats similar to the ones you were eating.

“Enough you too, only speak about the mission,” Gibbs spoke on the line, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink offered to him once he sat on the barstool, quickly turning around to listen to a man complain about his wife having to buy a expensive gown.

“Oh, excuse me, miss,” a man tapped your shoulder, snapping your attention out of the voices in your ear before giving a curt nod and standing up, putting your hand in his own. “I hope this isn’t a bother.”

“Of course not, I adore dancing.” you denied, his hand traveling down to your waist as you began the formal footwork to the instrumental music.

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It was how you spent most of the evening, sharing short dances with over ten men before the announcement of awards beginning caused you all to vacate back to your seats. Sitting back down you listened into the new information being found out, the man you were looking for was a left handed, and by further methods you were able to deduct he’d most likely be single at the moment.

“Do you guys remember the time I had to take on that award for Gibbs?” Tony talked freely into the mic after information was given by Abby, informing you all about your current names and images given of the men weren’t who you were looking for, getting rid of around one hundred and three.

“No,” Ziva quickly mentioned, the slight click of a car door opening up heard in the background. “Nothing in, um, Lenard Mascal’s car.”

“Got it, another one off the list,” Abby clacked at her computer once again, a list had been created a bit ago to lower your suspects and keep watch on who could truly do it.

Watching the ceremony was something that you did not enjoy, many of the awards being ones of jokes shared between people who worked at the same base together. You let your feet wander over to your boss, turning off your mic, and swiftly shutting off his.

“Can I have a martini please?” You called over the bartender, taking the seat next to Gibbs as he just grinned, sipping on his own drink. “Why, hello there,”

“A good drink for a good woman,” He hummed, turning his chair to be faced your way, his eyes wandered to a man you were formally dancing with, now him flirting with another. “He shouldn’t ask someone to dance if he can’t do it himself.”

“He was nice.”

“He was stupid,” your boyfriend stated, shaking his head before his attention was back at you, taking in your graceful figure sipping on the drink while watching the boring show in front of you. “Most were.”

“They weren’t,” you shook your head, putting the near empty drink down and watching the last man leave the steps, turning on your mic once again. “Hey, Abby run the names of the men on stage, he would thrive in a environment like that.”

“On it!” She chimed back happily.

“Let me escort you out into the floor,” Gibbs smoothly stood up, hand out allowing yours to fit in with his. “Give us both a view of potential men.” He winked, recognizing your mic was on while leading you through a crowd.

The instrumental music began back up, a beautiful sound of piano keys mixing with the softer sounds of a clarinet in the background taking on the true attention of the show. His hands went to your waist hesitantly, the idea of doing affectionate things in public making your stomach turn even more than normal.

You both began your dance, back and forth, smooth and swiftly. It surprised you of the talents your boyfriend possessed in secret, even allowing you to spin and fall back into the groove, back into his arms. You were soon switched off, now in the hands of another as the moves continued without the same fire.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ dancing with a old man like him?” He asked, moving faster than the normal pace, making it to the outside of the crowd where not as many people were taking up the space. “Sorry the music is loud, nice to meet you,” He stuck out his left hand, waiting for you to put yours in his, and once you did bringing it to his lips.

“This car of a Kaiden Gabe, it has a gun case in the backseat empty, along with missing bullets. Gibbs I think this is our man,” Ziva reported.

“Do you know a Kaiden Gabe?” Gibbs questioned the young woman he was dancing with. “He’s a younger marine, I’ve been looking for him.”

“It looked like he went over there, exited the large crowd,” she pointed out, her eyes landing on the male who was holding your own hand. Gibbs quickly left the girl, getting through as he whispered the alert to you. Tony and Tim abandoned their plates, hand reaching for guns as they neared your dancing partner.

“Ah, this is annoying, and upsetting for you,” The man let go of your hand, wrapping his arm around the front of your waist before pulling out his gun and pushing it to the side of your head, screams erupting and more guns arising. The building quickly became less cramped, Tony and Tim’s guns aimed at the man from the side while Gibbs stood in the front.

Kaiden kept walking backwards, trying to bring himself into a different more enclosed space with you, making it harder for the other men to land a shot. His fingers was very gently placed on the trigger button and you were pulled to stand in front of his body.

“It’s a shame, I’ll only get to kill one.”

“Let her go, Kaiden. The pretty lady isn’t your main goal,” Tony tried to reason.

“A marine is, and that’s exactly what she is.”

“Killing her would only kill you, and you don’t want to do that.” McGee mentioned, the man still taking the steps back.

“Maybe I don’t, maybe I do. I’ll decide that.”

You wondered if it appeared strange to him that no tears were falling from your eyes, of course their was a bit of labored breathing in your chest, and eyes staring at your boss, waiting for something, but you wondered if he thought up your stranger reaction to the gun.

“Think about her,” Gibbs caught his attention, got his mind to slow down and think, got him to slip up and give you enough time. The hand lying on your side that was subtly brushing down your dress was easily able to pull out your knife, and with a big breath your hand reached up to pull down at the wrist holding the gun aimed at your head, a shot ringing out, before stomping your boot on his toe and pushing the knife into his knee. He withered in pain, dropping the gun as two of your fellow agents stared stunned, Ziva rushing in to only see that the more ‘fun’ part was already finished.

“That was close,” McGee muttered, the shot landing on the wall nearest to Gibbs, missing him by a smudge.

“You got lucky!” DiNozzo explained after he told the whole story to the ever eager Abby and Jimmy. “That shot would’ve easily gotten you on a normal day.”

“What would today be then?”

“A lucky day,” He rolled his eyes. “Most people would’ve died right then.”

“I’ve trained for situations similar to that Tony, I could do it again on a normal day.” It was now your turn to roll your own eyes. “Good thing I kept the knife, but that to the knee is not the smartest choice of my night.”

“That one isn’t? Not the almost killing Gibbs?” Jimmy wondered, scratching at the back of his head as you waved your hand, cleaning off your knife with a rag and your normal clothing resting on your figure.

“He wouldn’t of died, maybe had a gun wound, but nothing close to death, and I never would have allowed that to happen, no worries.”

“Stop your incessant chatting and head home, all of you.” Gibbs commanded, brushing down his own pants with two coffees in hand, setting one on his desk and keeping the other in his grip.

Your fellow co-workers began to file out as you lied, saying you had extra paperwork to finish before leaving the office. Once everyone had left, the extra coffee was able to be placed in your own hand, taking a sip as you stared over at your curious boss.

“Let’s head home.”

“I’m starving,” You whined after your long drink, picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “Those mini foods are very unfulfilling.”

“Let’s just get home,” He shook his head, a grin somehow making its way onto his lips as he put his arm back around your waist, leading you to the elevator.

“Fine, I’ll head back to your place with you, but, uh, you must admit seeing me dance, all those handsy guys, it bothered you.”

“I won’t admit to anything, just like you won’t admit that wasn’t a lucky shot.”

“It wasn’t!”

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