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ncis-yp · 1 year ago

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Get in the Truck (Jethro Gibbs x reader) [SMUT]

The bullpen was quiet ever since you and Jethro had your big argument while you were out investigating a case and the pair of you wouldn’t talk to each other. Tony and McGee exchanged quiet looks of uncertainty as Gibbs walked in.

You sat now at your desk, fuming. You looked up at him as he passed you.

“You have a problem, (l/n)?” He asked. You hadn’t responded. “Do you have a problem, (y/n)?” You continued to glare at him. “I asked you a question Marine, answer me.”

“No.” You said coldly. His icy blue eyes staring right into yours. Two fiery glares being exchanged in silence.

“(Y/n) what exactly happened out there?” McGee asked.

“Yeah… I’m with McNosy on this one” Tony agreed.

“I said something he didn’t like. I did something he didn’t like.” you respond not looking up from your paperwork. They boys had receded back to their work, leaving you be… you obviously weren’t in the mood. Jethro clenched his jaw.

What felt like hours later, you grew bored of your filing work and grabbed the remaining 20 something files, you dropped them onto his desk. You locked eyes with him as they landed with a deep thud. You decided you would go toe to toe with you boss and boyfriend at the same time.

“Here Jethro. That’s for you” you say and grab your coat. “I’m taking my lunch break” you walked out. It was his turn to fume now. Tony and McGee looked at each other as they argument was waiting to break out. He glared daggers into your back as you stalked to the elevator.

“Boss…” DiNozzo began.

“Shut it.” Gibbs stood up and followed you. “You know (y/n) pretty stupid of you to tell your boss what you were gonna do” he said following you.

“Oh god Gibbs grow up” you reply walking towards your car. “Boss, boyfriend, what are you? You can’t play both roles at once you know”

You turned abruptly to face him.

“Yes I can” he replied. “You crossed the line”

“Oh, I crossed the line, baby? I crossed the line!?” You were now literally inches away from him. You could feel his body heat. “I wasn’t the one that started bringing out personal affairs into it. I wasn’t the one that decided it’d be a good idea to just, I don’t know, casually tell someone that “you’re always so belligerent (y/n) you don’t listen, the only time you’ve ever listened to me is in bed, and you barely do that””

Jethro couldn’t deny it, he was incredibly turned on by you. Your anger made your eyes sparkle, the way your jaw flexed as you glared at him.

“Im sorry I crossed the line (y/n) but you are not allowed to tell me how to do my job when I’m on the field because at work, I’m the boss.” He spoke. “You don’t listen. You don’t immediately do as I tell you, quite frankly, you have gotten belligerent.”

“Then fuck it out of me” you say through gritted teeth. “Fuck the belligerency right out of me”

“Get in the truck.” His eyes darkened. “Now. And (l/n) do not make me ask you again” you walked to the truck, he pushed you against the door and caught you in a heated kiss. Unlocking the door behind you. You undid your coat, and he undid his throwing it into the truck bed as you opened the door.

You got inside and scooted back as he crawled between your legs, closing the door behind you. His mouth reconnected to yours roughly. His hands followed the natural curve of your clothing as you moaned into his mouth. His calloused hands met the waistband of your pants as yours found his belt. You teased his growth as he assaulted your neck. He bucked his hips as he groaned.

“Fuck” you heard the desire in his voice.He made easy work of undoing your pants with an easy few flicks of his wrist. Unzipping his pants, he easily slipped himself out as you let your pants down.

He slid into you, a deep guttural groan leaving him. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly fucked you. Not wasting anytime in relieving himself and chasing to relieve you. The tangled moans that es the two of you would’ve been a symphony to any outside listeners.

Your moans and whimpers raised higher in pitch as he thrusted sloppier and sloppier as his orgasm neared. Hard thrusts earned him a rough bite on his neck.

“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned into your neck as his sporadic thrusts were being to speed up. Your walls clenched around him, causing a grunt to roll off his tongue. You were a whole other story.

You were actively losing your mind. Your composure had slipped, moans and curses slurred together as he fucked. Your own hand has drawn down to your clit to rub the circles you needed to make your body stiffen. Your mouth laid open in pleasure as you orgasmed. Cursing his name as he came simultaneously with you.

“God, (y/n)” he pulled out of you, grabbed a wipe from the pack he kept in the glove compartment. He cleaned you as best as he could before caring for himself. You laid on the truck seat with a dazed smile on your face.

“What gorgeous?” He smirked. As he opened the door and stood up. Looking around as he fixed his pants and boxers, pulling them up.

“Best sex I think I’ve ever had” you reply. You stood close to Gibbs and rearranged yourself . Your two bodies warm. You tuck in his shirt and zip and button his pants. He watched as you did so. You kissed him as you redid his belt.

“I think can top it” he shrugged.

“Hm. Top me tonight after dinner”

“Are you telling me what to do (l/n)? While we’re at work?” He questioned.

“No sir” you respond, teasing him. You giggled as you hugged him. He kissed the top of your head. He let go and the two of you began walking back to the office. Giggling and walking around like a goofball. Dickdrunk and high off serotonin.

“Report to the house by 1900 hours” Gibbs ordered. You smirked as you stood in place.

“Yes sir” you saluted him.

“What marine?”

“Yes sir”

“What time are you to report to the house, marine?”

“1900 hours”

“At ease soldier” the two of you laughed as you locked hands. He kissed your temple. “You’re my good girl” he whispered in your ear as you got in the elevator. You smile.

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 7 months ago

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Alibi

The morning had gone seemingly well, having the day off, you were able to take care of a lot of errands you had been putting off such as pulling all of the weeds from your backyard that managed to weasel their way back in even after drenching them in weed killer.

You were so engrossed with picking them and listening to one of your favorite podcasts, you almost missed hearing the doorbell ringing. Taking the gloves off, you paused your podcast and went inside to answer the door, slightly surprised to see two very professional people standing outside.

"Good evening ma'am. I'm Special Agent DiNozzo with NCIS and this is Agent McGee, mind if we ask you a few questions regarding Karen Moss?"

You shifted your weight nervously, stomach turning at the sound of your friends name.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

They shared a solemn look between the two of each other, telling you everything you needed to know.

"Her body was found this morning a few streets away and based on her call history, you were the last person to speak with her before her death. May we ask where you were last night around 11pm?"

You covered your mouth in shock, not believing that they just told you that your close friend died, let alone was possibly murdered and know were questioning you as if you might be a suspect. You thought back about the time they were referring to and memories of Jethro and you tangled together in your bed sheets popped into your mind. You thought about telling them, not sure if they even worked with Jethro, but decided on giving them the simplified version instead.

"I was here. With my boyfriend.."

"Is he here now to verify your whereabouts?" DiNozzo asked, taking a small peek over you as if he'd catch a glimpse of someone fleeing. Were all NCIS so suspicious?

"No, but I can give you his number. His name is Leroy Gibbs. His number is-

"Wait, sorry. Leroy Gibbs?" Agent DiNozzo interrupted, facial expression disbelieving. "Grey hair, high and tight haircut, broody mysterious Leroy Gibbs?"

You chuckled a little at his choice of words to describe your boyfriend, seeing how well he made an impression on people.

"Well not usually broody around me but yes, I guess you could say that. Why? Do the two of you know him?"

Once again, the two agents shared a look, this time one of confusion and awe.

"Uh, could you just hang on one second," DiNozzo asked. "I'll be right back."

You stood there with Agent McGee who looked like he wanted say something, but didn't as Agent DiNozzo walked a few paces, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

"So was Kathy murdered? You said her body was found. When I talked with her last night, she said she was on her way to meet up with someone for a blind date," you asked McGee who was focused on the phone call Agent DiNozzo was having.

"Well Abby was able to go through the Lieutenant's phone and her number was the last dialed. We were just following- Uh yes- Well I wasn't sure- Of course boss, I'll tell McGee."

Agent DiNozzo came back over before murmuring to Agent McGee.

"Gibbs wants us to bring her in for protection. I told him you'd explain to him why we questioned his girlfriend without letting him know."

"What do mean, me? You're the one that had Abby look up the phone records."

"Just take one for the team McProbie. He's still mad at me for the whole coffee incident. Plus, you owe me."

You watched the two supposed Federal Agents argue like siblings, neither one of them wanting to be in the line of Jethro's mood and honestly it was kind of funny. Jethro never really talked much about his team but you had only been seeing him for a few months and 9 times out of 10, the two of you weren't doing much talking when you saw each other.

You decided to break up the little tiff the two of them were having in order to save some time.

"Alright, well while the two of you sort all that out, I'm going to change and lock up the house before we leave."

"Sounds good," Agent DiNozzo responded before going back to bickering with his partner.

- - - -

You took another sip from the little paper cup of water Agent David had given you as you waited in the conference room. She wanted to know about you and Jethro but you didn't divulge much information, knowing Jethro liked his personal life kept close and unknown for the most part. It wasn't long before the door opened and your boyfriend walked in along with Agent DiNozzo and David. You decided against giving Jethro a hug or kiss in front of his subordinates, although the both of them looked like they'd love nothing more than to see that happen.

You all sat down at the conference table except Agent DiNozzo who was wound up tighter than a jack in the box.

"Did Kathy give you a description of this blind date she was seeing?" Jethro started the questioning with. You spoke about everything you knew from the phone call you had with Kathy, tearing up towards the end, still not believing your friend was dead.

Jethro reached out to hold your hand and give you a tissue to wipe your eyes with, making his agents stare in interest at the caring gesture.

"It's like I'm in an alternate Gibbs reality," DiNozzo whispered to Agent David.

Jethro shot him a look before speaking. "Why aren't the two of you putting out a BOLO on this guy?"

"On it boss," Agent DiNozzo spoke quickly, leaving the room with Agent David following close behind, shutting the door after them.

"I think you should stay with me just in case until we catch the killer," he offered, standing up.

"Ok," you squeaked, not wanting to do much talking anymore.

"Come ere," he ordered softly, pulling you to your feet and into his arms for a hug. You accepted it eagerly, breathing in his scent, calming you down a bit.

Once you were better, the two of you walked out of the room and into the squad room, not expecting to be stared at by almost everyone there.

"What kind of reputation do you have with the opposite sex to make everyone look at me like the new zoo exhibit?" you asked Jethro, making him chuckle.

"They're just being nosy. Ignore them."

Jethro stopped Agent DiNozzo from asking anymore questions about the two of you as well as pulling you away from a very animated Forensic Scientist that seemed to have had entirely too much caffeine.

Jethro accompanied you back to your house where you packed a bag before driving you to his house, making a drawer available for you in his bedroom.

"I get my own drawer now. Things are really becoming serious, aren't they?" you teased him.

"Hey, I'm not the one who told my agents that I was your boyfriend," he retorted.

"Should I not have?" you asked genuinely worried that you had overstepped a boundary. He pulled you into his arms, staring into your eyes and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I don't mind the title. Just know that they're gonna have a million questions for you now," he stated, referring to his very curious agents. You smiled, giving him a peck on the lips and loving the new stage you both were now in.

"That's alright. I'll be sure to tell them how you love it when I give you back scratches while we cuddle together and watch movies."

Your joking was cut short as his fingers pressed themselves into your ribs, effectively tickling you till the both of you were on the bed, him hovering above you.

"You know, had it not been for you, I wouldn't have had an alibi for last night," you told him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Must of slipped my mind but," he murmured into your skin, kissing your shoulder. "I don't exactly remember how last night went. Maybe you can help jog my terrible memory."

Laughing at his playfulness, you played into it, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, ready to remind him exactly what happened that night.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months ago

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make you mine 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, age gap, possible abuse, alcoholism, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: Your father is strict but his authority is challenged by the boy in town and the man at his door.

Characters: Arvin Russell, Lee Bodecker

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You keep your head down as you near the store. That group of boys is smoking at the corner again, their stained white tees and dusty old flannel jackets smell of sawdust and oil. Your daddy always tells you not to talk to strange men and except for him, they're all strange.

"Hey, doll, where you in a rush to?" One of them flicks a cigarette away as he breathe smoke behind you.

You hurry up as he whistles, "yeah, walk faster, girl. Wiggle them hips."

"Quiet," another hisses and you hear the heavy thump of a slap against his shoulder, "ain't no way to talk to a lady."

Footsteps rush after you and before you can reach the door, it opens, the bell jangling above as one of the men pulls it back. You look at his boots, grimy, laces fraying, slouching around the ankles. His other hand dangles by his side, cap folded in his grip.

"I'm really sorry about Jethro, miss, he's got a real nasty mouth," he says, "you alright?"

You nod and say nothing as you continue inside.

"You're scarin' her, Arv," another man calls over, "look at her shaking in her shoes."

He sighs and lets the door close between you as he turns back to respond. His words are muffled as you take a basket and flit into an aisle. Mr. Canavan is behind the counter, flipping through a newspaper as the radio crackles. You pick out the few staples running low in your pantry and add on a bottle of rum for your pa.

"Afternoon, miss," Canavan greets in his piggish snort. You return the sentiment as you wait for him to tally up your order. "How's your daddy?"

"Good, good," you answer as you peek towards the window. The men cross the street and disperse, some still walking in pairs.

"He got a thirst?" he comments on the bottle.

"Doesn't he always?" You count out the money and hand it to him.

"Yeah but he usually takes care of that down at Hal's."

"Lost too much on the table last time," you shake your head as he gives you back the change.

He packs up a paper bag and you thank him, sliding it off the counter. It's heavy and makes your shoulders ache. You shouldn't have waited so long.

You push the door open with your hip and turn, nearly colliding with another. The same man chuckles as he puts a hand on your elbow to keep you from toppling. You bite your lip and his eyes fall to his touch, dropping his arm guiltily.

"Sorry, miss," he says as he sweeps back a curly lock that droops down his forehead, putting his cap over his hair to hold it back, "didn't mean to scare ya."

"It's fine," you nearly whisper.

"I wanted to say sorry again for my friends, if I can call them that. They don't see ladies often and they forget their manners."

"Really, it's okay," you insist with a squeak.

"Nah, it isn't," he counters, "but I told 'em to leave you alone."

"Oh, thank you," you look past him.

There's a pause. Awkward as he digs his heel into the ground. He chuckles and rubs his hands together.

"That looks heavy, can I help ya with that?" he asks.

You look at your armful. You don't know if you should. Would he be mad if you say no? He hasn't been mean.

"Just halfway," he offers, "not tryna creep on ya or nothing, I'll just walk you to your corner."

You press your lips together. Your daddy wouldn't see him at the corner.

"I really feel bad about those other jerks," he continues, "so least I can do is carry your groceries."

"Okay," you utter.

You stand stupidly as he grins at you. You catch a glimpse of his dark eyes and crooked smile before your eyes return to the ground. He gently reaches to shift the bag out of your arms and lifts it easily. He steps back and you feel his gaze hanging over you.

"Which way am I goin?" he asks.

"Oh, uh," you point past him.

He turns and waits for you to come up beside him before he starts off. He's shorter than the others but his shoulders are broad. He's still got a couple inches on you, though he's much trimmer. You catch up and focus on keeping pace with him.

"I'm Arvin," he says.

"Um," you breathe and muster your name in return.

"I like that. It's pretty. Hope you're husband wouldn't mind me sayin' so."

"Husband? I'm not–"

You stop at the corner as you wait for several cars to pass before crossing. A brown and white cruiser rolls past and you watch the bumper disappear down the next street. You continue on as Arvin kicks a pebble unwittingly.

"Not married?" he finishes for you.

"I live with my pa," you answer.

"Course. You must be young then."

"I'm grown," you insist.

You hate how your daddy teases you in the same vein, especially when he has friends over. It felt worse coming from someone nearly your own age, or looks to be.

"Ah, just wonderin'," he assures.

You're quiet as you carry on. You know you shouldn't still be at home. Lots of girls in Knockemstiff marry before they finish school. You haven't even had a date, not a kiss, or a look in your direction.

"Just up here," you point to the next corner.

He nods and carries on, stopping at the end of the street as he turns to you, "you sure I can't walk you all the way?"

"My pa wouldn't like that."

"He loves you, huh?"

"He's my pa," you shrug and reach for the bag. He hands it over reluctantly.

"I hope I see ya around. I work down at the mill. For Mr. Haroldson. Case you're wonderin' where to find me."

"Thanks," you hug the groceries.

He gives a tight-lipped smile. Disappointment twitches in his cheek.

"See ya ‘round then."

"Maybe," you answer as you turn away.

You continue down your street. Halfway, you look back. Still watching you, he waves and slowly walks back the way you came. You spin back along the old country road, houses speckled over flat fields. You pass the rusty old brown truck at the edge of your pa's property, the sheriff's cruiser parked closer to the shed.

You didn't expect company tonight. It must've been the same cruiser you saw at the corner. Your dread bubbles up but you quickly tamp it down. The sheriff always makes you nervous. He's talkative and you're... not.

As you go inside, you hear your pa grumbling. You put down the groceries as the screen door clatters and take off your tweed jacket. You hang it as you step out of your boots.

"You know we miss you down at the station," Bodecker's voice nears as his footsteps lurk, "there she is."

Before you can retrieve your haul, he has it in his arms, "how ya doin', baby girl?"

His usual pet name makes you squirm. Your pa says it's just him being nice. You never say anything against it.

"I got it–"

You try to take the bag but he holds it away from you.

"Nah, what kinda man would I be, let alone a sheriff, if I didn't help a lady?"

He winks and turns away from you, leading you past the doorway of the front room. You peer over at your father as he scowls and gulps from a can of beer. The sheriff likely brought the appeasing six pack to ease his presence.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Bodecker asks as he puts the bag on the counter, peering inside.

"I'm making a meat pie," you explain as you go to the fridge, "be more than enough for company, if you like?"

"Now, how'd such a sweet thing like you come from that old coot?" He smirks over as you take out the beef wrapped in brown paper.

You shrug and take the cutting board from against the wall. He doesn't move as you set up around him. You hate how his eyes follow you. Every time he's around.

"You don't gotta work?" You ask as you reach for the bag. He pushes it towards you as he steps closer, looming over you.

"I'm off duty for the night. Think I might indulge with your daddy," he reaches into the bag, his belly brushing your elbow as he lifts out the rum, "good brand."

"Pa likes it," you step away as you search the cupboard.

"You're old enough, you could join us after dinner–"

"I don't like the taste and my pa don't want me drinking," you kneel to pull a pan out from the drawer.

"Good habit not to take up," he clunks the bottle on the counter and rests his hand on the neck, "that boy you were walkin' with, he your friend?"

"Boy? No, he was being helpful is all."

"Was he, now?" He comes closer as you stand, "I know that boy, he ain't helpful."

You glance at him. His blue eyes cling to you and you don't miss how they wander to the top of your blouse. You put the pan down and turn to grab your apron.

He comes up behind you and takes the string, tying them tight as you wince in surprise.

"Well, you're young. I'm sure you're fixing to find a husband soon. I'm just lookin' out for you."

"I'm not looking for a husband," you draw away from him, "thank you, sheriff."

"Well, your daddy won't live forever. Who's gonna take care of you, then?"

You face him and frown, "I don't wanna think about that, sheriff, and I got dinner to make."

"I'm sorry, baby girl, I worry about you. How long have I known you? I can't help it."

"Thank you, sheriff, for worrying, but I'll be just fine."

He tilts his head, bemusement sparkles in his vibrant irises, "I'm sure ya will be, baby girl… very fine."

He sidles away and you return to the counter, pulling a knife from the block. The sooner dinner's on the table, the sooner you can go hide.

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You clear your plate first, dinner’s made less appetizing by the sheriff and his leer. Your father doesn't help as he drinks more than he talks and you're left to entertain Lee's comments about your cooking and the same blouse he'd seen you in a dozen times.

As you stand, the sheriff slurps from his beer and watches you. His lips shine as he puts the can down and smirks, "baby girl, you mind gettin' me the ketchup?"

You swallow and nod, "certainly, sheriff."

You turn and carry your plate into the kitchen, clunking it down on the counter before pulling open the fridge. You take the glass bottle of Heinz and return to the dining room to set it down.

"Pa, you need anything?"

"Dammit, Marcy, leave me be. I told ya… patrol's been busy," he waves his hand at you dismissively, your mother's name giving you pause. Lee hesitates as he twists off the metal lid.

"I… pa, I…"

"Is this what you're gon' do? Pester me?" Your daddy slurs, "'cause what? She was only being nice, ya know? I was too, I couldn't say no–"

"Jack," Lee reaches over and pats your father's arm with his knuckles, "ain't there a game on soon? That old radio still work?"

Your father blinks drunkenly and scowls. He shakes his head and hiccups, swearing as he tries to drink from his empty can. He tosses it so it bounces off the edge of the table.

"Course it does," he sneers.

"You got twenty on the home team?" Lee goads, "I should lock ya up for gambling."

"Ah shut up," your father glowers into a dark chuckle, "it's you that's gon pay me fifty anyhow. Can't lock a man up for winning."

"Ah sure, Jack," Lee stands and claps your father's shoulder, "come on. We’re missing the first."

You don’t miss how the sheriff shifts his grip and lurches your father out of his chair. He gives him a nudge toward the front room and glances back at you. You should be grateful for the redirection, yet the leer in his eyes only makes you nervous. You know he’ll be wanting thanks for that for a long time to come.

“How about you bring some of that rum out with dessert?” Lee smirks as he follows your father towards the den.

You don’t mention that you didn’t have anything planned for dessert. He doesn’t wait for you to say so. He chuckles and teases your dad again about the wager.

You’ll have to come up with something. You might be able to spare enough for cream puffs. Those were always ma’s specialty.

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crazycurly-77 · 2 months ago

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He's mine!

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: little bit of cursing and lots of fluff

You and Gibbs just returned from getting coffee. Chatting, you got out of the elevator and were about to head toward your desks when a colleague rushed towards you screaming.

With a shrill cry of "He's mine, you fucking bitch!" she tried to attack you, but Gibbs quickly shoved his coffee mug into your hand and intercepted the raging woman before she could reach you.

So she could calm down, he quickly brought the thrashing, screaming woman into the interrogation room.

There he snapped at her: "What's going on? Have you lost your mind?"

You didn't understand what the problem was or what you had to do with it, but it was clear that the boss was furious and had no desire to put on such a show.

What will he do? You watched the events unfold with excitement from the surveillance room.

Evelyn, that was the colleague's name, had stopped lashing out. Instead, she crossed her arms in front of her chest like a petulant child and stared poison darts at the one-sided glass.

"She's on the other side, watching us, I know. She's probably happy to be driving a wedge between us. But I won't let that happen..." she said.

Gibbs just stood there, staring at her in disbelief, and then said emphatically: "There is no 'us'."

"Yes! Of course there is, Jethro!" she cried, beside herself.

"How do you figure that?" he demanded.

Yes, you would be interested in that too. Did the two ever have an affair? And what did you have to do with it?

Evelyn fixed her gaze on him and tried to approach him, but he backed away.

"We dated, you know that perfectly well. And then you suddenly pulled away and went out with that bitch!!" she practically spat out her insult, pointed in your direction, and then continued, "I see the way you look at her!"

Gibbs continued to stare at her and then ran his hand over his face in annoyance. It was clearly a mistake to casually go out to dinner with her every now and then...

"You've never looked at ME the way you look at HER!" Evelyn continued to snort.

That was interesting...he raised his eyebrows. "How am I looking at her?" he asked.

She exhaled forcefully, "Like a schoolboy who's head over heels in love. It's pathetic the way your eyes always follow her."

Caught. If he was honest with himself, he actually did. You were the most enchanting woman he'd ever seen, which is why he simply couldn't help himself. He HAD to follow you with his eyes. But he hadn't expected it to be SO obvious.

Nevertheless, he had to settle this first. So he went to Evelyn, gently took her in his arms, and whispered, "There is no 'us.' And I'm sorry I made you believe otherwise."

She cried. She cried bitter tears of disappointment from which she'll probably never fully recover, because in her fixation on him, he was absolutely the man of her dreams.

He held her like that for a few minutes, and when she'd calmed down enough, she whispered to him, "I wish you both the best of luck. But please talk to her so there are no misunderstandings."

He looked at her intently and nodded. Then she broke away from him and left, while he watched her thoughtfully. She was probably right with her advice, but how would you react if he told you the truth?

Well, he'll soon find out, because he decided to explain to you right now what had happened over the last few minutes...plus a little more information.

Determined, but with his heart pounding wildly, he walked over to you in the surveillance room and closed the door behind him.

"What's he up to?" you asked yourself in amazement, unable to explain what was going on.

As he turned the key and locked the door, he looked at you and explained, "I have something to explain to you, and I don't want us to be disturbed."

Your heart raced. What was going on here? Jethro never explained anything. This was way out of the ordinary and only concerned the two of you. That much was clear. But what was so private that he only wanted to tell you this in private?

After he finished, he stood for a moment with his back to you and his head down, gathering his courage. Then he took a deep breath and turned to you.

And what you saw in his eyes left you speechless. His bright, sky-blue eyes locked on yours, and in them lay a gentle expression full of love that concealed nothing. Completely without protective walls, silently hoping for mercy and pleading not to be hurt.

He slowly approached you to give you time to step back. But you were so captivated by his presence and the situation that you couldn't move, and you wouldn't even dream of doing so.

There was a tremendous spark and the atmosphere was charged with tension. Both of your hearts were beating so hard that their combined drum roll should have caused an earthquake.

He stopped right in front of you, gently cupped your cheek with his large hand, which was calloused from working with wood and tilted his head. When your noses touched, he paused briefly. Then he closed his eyes and brushed his lips against yours.

Only very gently, as if he were asking for permission. And yet, fireworks exploded in your hearts. You closed your eyes too, and when you began to return his kiss, he intensified it. He pressed his lips to yours and as he pulled you closer, you snuggled up to him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and hips, while you buried your hands in his wonderfully soft hair and pulled him even closer.

You both felt as if you were floating on clouds. Could it really be true? Do you really return his affection? And does he really return yours?

But as wonderful as it was, at some point you had to catch your breath. So you reluctantly separated from each other.

Still completely dazed and overwhelmed by your feelings, your eyes searched his. You tenderly stroked his cheek and whispered, "What do you have to explain to me?"

He smiled. He smiled a beautiful, warm smile that lit up his face and made him look much younger. He answered hesitantly, "About Evelyn."

Shaking your head, you replied, "You don't have to explain."

"Yes, I do. I want to," he answered excitedly.

But how should he tell you?

Very simple. Straightforward, as always. He gently took your head in his hands and prayed that you wouldn't push him away at what he had to say. Because he would serve you his heart on a silver platter and hope for the best.

He took another deep breath and then explained in a low voice: "I met Evelyn for dinner a few times, but nothing happened because it was completely noncommittal on my part. She probably saw it differently and saw you as competition, but I clarified that with her earlier."

Okay, that explained her behavior, but not his. And when you wanted to ask him, he continued: "She understood and gave me some advice, which is why I'm standing here revealing my heart to you."

Your heart did somersaults. You had buried your feelings for him deep inside of you until now, because you couldn't imagine that someone like him could have even the slightest interest in you.

You looked at him in disbelief with wide eyes: "Wow, I've never heard you say so much."

He laughed briefly: "That's because it's never been as important as it is now."

With a cautious smile, you frowned: "And what exactly do you want to tell me?"

He began to sweat with nervousness, but he had to go through with it.

"What I want to say is..."

He paused and started again: "What I want to say is..."

He stopped again.

So you took the initiative, pulled him back to you, pressed your lips briefly but passionately against his and whispered: "I love you."

His reaction was immediate. He pulled you to him as tightly as he could, whispered, "I love you too," and took your breath away with a deep and passionate kiss that catapulted you both to cloud nine again.

And your hearts filled with the overwhelming feeling of all lovers that the word “belonging” carries within it.

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Revelations: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @riley-kore @ilovemark1951 @love-affair-with-fandoms @mishkatelwarriorgoddess

Companion piece to:

The Ice Queen - Gibbs meets The Ice Queen for the first time.

Break The Ice - A act of decency helps Gibbs to break the ice.

Grave - You and Gibbs bump into each other in an unexpected place.

Safe - You and Gibbs work through your grief in different ways.

Check In - Gibbs checks in with you after the night before.

Wait It Out - You and Gibbs wait out a threat to your saftey.

Right Here - You come home to find Gibbs waiting for you on your doorstep.

Gibbs wakes up to the scent of coffee and lemons, it floods his senses as he jolts awake on a couch that is far too small for his stature. There’s a pounding in his temples, an ache in his lower back and a dryness in his mouth that he’s not experienced for a while, not since the early days of his retirement from the Marines.

“Up and at ‘em sunbeam.” You boom as you set a mug down on the driftwood coffee table beside him. “You have an hour before you need to be in work and you stink like a distillery.”

It takes him a minute to detangle himself from the soft, grey blanket. He has a fleeting memory of it being draped across his body as he sank into the depths of the couch, your hair falling across his face as you tucked it in around him. He remembers reaching out to brush a stray back behind your ear as he looked up at you and you’d given him that smile, the one that made him want to kiss you.

He winces as he shifts into a sitting position, his head spinning for a second. He runs his hand over his weary features as you step back into the living room, his gear bag clasped between your hands before you deposit it on the armchair you were sitting in last night.

“Sorry.” He finds himself saying although it seems inadequate in reflection considering he turned up on your doorstep drunk last night.

“Don’t be.” You say unzipping his bag and searching through it. “It’s nice not to be the fucked up one for a change.”

It wounds him a little that you see yourself like that. He thinks you’re strong, brave, fierce. Grief has a way of eating you up, consuming you and despite that you’re still here, putting one foot in front of the other, day after day.

“I have to leave in a minute, I’m in court all day testifying in the Reynolds case but use the shower to clean yourself up.” You tell him, tugging a clean shirt out of his bag and laying it over the back of the armchair so it doesn’t crease. “The door locks automatically on the way out, just make sure you shut it behind you.”

And with that you’re on your way out, leaving him alone in your house.

If that isn’t trust he doesn’t know what is.

The silence is deafening after he listens to your car drive away. It’s his first time in your home, it’s feels bright, airy. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with titles he doesn’t recognise. You seem to swing between genres. His cheeks colour as he observes some of the more risqué ones. A marine buddy of his had a theory once that men buy porn mags because they need the visualisation while women prefer to read it. Gibbs would say it was an astute assumption from the look of the glossy black titles on the bottom shelf.

He picks up his coffee cup as he raises to his feet, drawn to the pictures resting upon the mantlepiece. You look a lot like your sister, same hair colour, same eyes. The smile though that’s different, hers is vivacious while yours is always seems tempered. That’s what comes of being the oldest sibling he thinks, that responsibility had weighed on you even then.

His eyes come to rest on another image, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. There’s a face there, one he doesn’t expect. His gaze lingers on the banner strung up in the background before it darts to man sitting beside Violet, his arm draped around her shoulders, his lips brushing over her temple.

It’s an engagement party.

One for Mike Franks and Violet.

In the shower he replays ever single interaction he’s experienced between the two of you as he uses your shower gel to rinse the stench of whiskey from his skin. He didn’t see it at the time, he was too busy trying to keep his head above water in his new role. The fact that Mike never goes down to the morgue when you’re on shift, he sends Randy or Gibbs or Lala. The wide berth he gives you at crime scenes, the exchange of curt nods and abrupt greetings. He sees it for what it is now, purposeful distance. Being in proximity to each other, it means sharing a tragedy and that’s not something that either one of you wants to re-live.

When he gets into the office, he can’t stop thinking about it. The scent of you clings to his skin from the shower gel and it’s maddening because all he wants to do is bury himself in his work and forget he ever learned about your connection to Mike Franks but it’s damn near impossible.

He watches the other man, his feet resting on his desk as he flicks through the blue folder in his hands, his forehead creased as he studies the information. He must feel Gibb’s eyes on him because his gaze flickers up, those dark eyes boring into his.

“Got a problem Probie?” He asks and Gibbs shakes his head, his thoughts drifting back to that picture on your mantlepiece.

“No problem.” He states returning his attention to the file in his hands. Violet’s file. The one that contains all documentation of her case. “No problem at all.”

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slutforsilverfoxes · 1 year ago

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A very smol blurb inspired by the end of NCIS ep 11.2 so I can cope with my very big feelings (no spoilers, just discussion of our poor honey’s injury)

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x wife!reader

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The door is unlocked and the lights are off when you come home which, normally, would be par for the course if not for the truck in the driveway with its hood still warm. Slipping inside and shaking off the fall chill, you drop your coat and keys by the door before stepping out of your shoes and making your way further into the house.

“Jay?” you call out into the darkness. “Y’here? You know I don’t do well with jump scares.”

“Better brace yourself then,” he counsels, and you can tell now that he’s in the kitchen. The small overhead light flickers to life, and you take in a shuddering breath, followed by an eloquent, “Son of a fucking whore, who did this to you?” Shaky fingers reach up to graze the fresh bruise blooming on his face, and you wince at the sight of multiple cuts and his bloodshot left eye. “I bet that fucker’s regretting messing with you, huh?”

“Easy, love,” he murmurs with a smile, delicately taking your wrist in his hand and brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Your mouth could rival a sailor’s.”

“Oorah and all that jazz,” you fire back easily. “Answer the question, Jethro.”

“Which one?”

“Jethro.”

“Name’s not important. Locked up and taken care of,” he finally provides as he pulls you into a hug. You nuzzle into his solid chest and tease, “Bet he’s got an uglier mug than you now, hm?”

“You married this ugly mug.”

“And aren’t I just the luckiest gal in the world?” You guide him over to the small table and gently nudge his shoulder. He takes the hint and settles into the chair, finally releasing some tension from the day while you card your fingers through his hair. “I’ll get you some ice.”

Tilting his head back to rest against your tummy, he looks up at you with the closest thing to puppy dog eyes he can muster in his current state. “Make it a beer? It’ll be a twofer.”

“Got it,” you answer, sliding milk and eggs aside to reach for the six pack of your husband’s favorite local brew. You hear the phone ringing as you extract yourself from the fridge, and when you return to his side, Jethro heaves a sigh before lifting the device to his ear with a quiet, “Hey, Ziver.”

You twist off the cap to his beer before placing it down by his hand, then give his shoulder a firm squeeze and press a delicate kiss to his cheek. He places his hand over your own and squeezes back, looking up to meet your gaze with a small smile.

After one more brush of your lips against his temple, you head upstairs to shower and change. He’ll come find you when he’s ready.

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amirasainz · 11 months ago

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Hi! Cloud I please request Amira attending a race in Australia but before that visiting the famous Bondi Beach with some of her family (that isn't Carlos) and the lifeguards from Bondi Rescue, current and ex are really excited to meet her. The beach isn't too busy because it's be like autumn time. Idk where else to go with this sorry

Don't worry, my friend. You are at the right place. I hope you guys enjoy reading this and let me know if you have any requests.

-XoXo

Bondi Rescue

The Australian Grand Prix—the race that held a special place in Amira’s heart. She loved the vibrant energy of the “Land Down Under,” from the people to the natural beauty and the animals. This year, she had a whole list of things she wanted to do in Australia. Unfortunately, because it was Saturday, neither Carlos nor the other drivers could join her. However, her cousin Carlos “Cacao” Oñoro Sainz stepped up as her sidekick.

After visiting the Australian Zoo, going on a shopping spree and enjoying lunch with a view of the Opera House, they decided to cap off their busy morning with a relaxing beach trip. And what better place than the beloved Bondi Beach?

Cacao wasn’t thrilled about random strangers seeing his little cousin in a bikini, but he’d silently judge anyone who dared to look twice at her. Fortunately, the beach was mostly empty due to the cooler weather and a recent storm warning. But nothing could deter Amira from visiting Bondi Beach.

After they set up their spot, Amira wordlessly made her way toward the water. “Hey, hey, hey. Where do you think you’re going, pequeño alborotador?” Carlos asked, concern in his voice. “Well, we’re at a beach, so I’m going…in the…water,” she whispered the last part. They locked eyes, each assessing the other.

With a shrug, Amira continued walking into the water, ascending until it reached her thighs. Cacao stayed back, keeping a close eye on her. Carlos Sr., Carlos Jr., and every other family member would never forgive him if anything happened to her. Hell, he wouldn’t forgive himself either. This was the moment he started overthinking really hard.

As Amira took a moment to soak in the surroundings—the distant seagulls, the water’s gentle aggression—her relaxation was interrupted by a shout from her right.

“Hey, everything alright?” A man stood there, long blond hair and a kind smile. Clearly, he was a lifeguard. “Si, I’m alright.” Jethro, the lifeguard, was mesmerized by the pretty girl before him. “You aren’t from 'ere, are ya? A beautiful girl like you probably comes from heaven or something.” His comment made Amira giggle, opening the door for conversation.

In the lifeguard house, Huts and Jessie watched Jethro talking to the breathtaking woman. She had caught their attention when she ventured into the water alone. For some reason, Jethro had volunteered to approach her.

“Mate, what are you two watching?” Harries asked. “You won’t believe this, H, but our boy Jethro is talking to the most magnificent Sheila over there,” Jessie replied, keeping his gaze fixed. “No way!” Harries grabbed the binoculars from Huts. “No freaking way. Since when does Jethro have it in him?” he murmured. Gavin joined them, and for the next 10 minutes, the entire Bondi Beach lifeguard staff kept their eyes on Jethro and the pretty girl.

“- and even though I’ve told them five times not to swim near the cliffs, they keep going back there.” “No way,” Amira laughed. She genuinely enjoyed talking to Jethro. He was funny and kind. When he offered her his T-shirt to ward off the wind chill, she appreciated the gesture. After a comfortable silence, Jethro asked shyly, “I know we just met, but I’d like to see you again next time you’re here. Would it be okay to ask for your number?” “Of course. I enjoyed our conversation too.” Amira assured him. When she tried to return his shirt, he quipped, “Na, don’t worry, pretty girl. I’m really hot-blooded,” making her burst into laughter.

And Cacao? Cacao blinked, momentarily disoriented by his thoughts. The sound of his cousin’s footsteps snapped him back to reality. Amira had returned, and he focused on her, ready to engage in their next adventure.

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 2 years ago

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Hope things are going well for you!

Could you do a Gibbs x y/n where there son falls at home and gets a broken arm and y/n feels horrible/guilty that she let it happen under her watch. He meets them at the ER where the son refuses to let him go and y/n won't meet his eye. On the way home he holds her hand and convinces there son that his cast is cool and he can ask others to sign it. When they get home he goes to play. Gibbs finds y/n crying asks him "why am I such a bad parent"

Bad Mom?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2461

Warnings: Mild language, blood, injury, gore, angst…

A/N: Hopefully, this is okay! I really enjoyed writing this! Sorry it took so long for me to get this done! Xx

You hum softly as you continue working on the salad to go with dinner. Jethro would be home a little later, but you always make sure he comes home to a nice, relaxing dinner.

Your guys’ son, Maddox Leroy Gibbs, was upstairs playing with his newest birthday gift. Jethro had got him a wood-carving kit and now Maddox couldn't keep his hands off it.

All of a sudden, you heard thumps before the most pained scream you've ever heard. You dropped the glass bowl of salad, ignoring the glass shattering on the ground as you race towards the crying.

There was Maddox laid on the ground, cradling his arm. You fall to your knees beside him and gently grab him.

"Baby, hey, I need you to tell me what happened. What hurts?" You ask softly.

"M-My arm!" He wails.

You gently pull his hand away as your stomach flips and your throat tightens seeing blood and bone. He screams, wailing louder.

"Look away." You demand as you stand, picking him up as you grab the keys and your phone on the way out.

You barely were able to lock the door as you run out towards your car. You get him in the booster seat, grabbing the first aid kit and quickly taping gals over it loosely so he wouldn't be able to see it.

You hurry to the drivers side, starting to drive the way that Jethro drives. You open your phone with shaky hands and dial his number. It rings and rings until it says his mailbox was full. You throw the phone down in the seat next to you as your shaky hands grip the wheel tighter as you break every driving law to make it to the hospital.

You were out of your car, running to his side of the car as you swung the door open, picking him up and running inside. Immediately nurses flank you, having you place him on a gurney before your told to move your car.

You felt irritated, but you also understood. You quickly move you car before finding your way inside. You weren't allowed to go in the room with him as they had an officer on the way to question you. You knew they thought this was some abuse case, but it wasn't. You grab your phone dialing his number again and you kept dialing until he finally answered.

"Hon, I'm in the middle of a case right now." He says irritated.

"J-Jethro, h-he fell down the stairs and he hurt his arm really bad. T-They won't let me see him! They have an officer coming to question me because they think this an a-abuse case!" You sob into the phone, ignoring the nurses who gave you the stink-eye.

"Hon, I'm on my way. Do not answer any questions. Tell them your waiting on me." He says sternly.

Before you could say anything, he had hung up. You let your head fall into your hands as you cry harder.

"I want my mom!" He wails and you stand as you rush towards him.

"Ma'am, you can't see him until you've been questioned and cleared." A nurse snaps, pushing at you.

"He's my son! I'd never hurt him! Let me see him!" You snap, trying to push through towards your son.

"Mommy!" He wails.

"It's okay, baby! Daddy's on his way!" You say as tears fall down your cheeks and big burly security guards push you back towards the little sitting area in the hallway.

They cuff your hands behind your back and make you sit as you refused to leave. You looked at the ground, your head racing as terrible thoughts went through your head.

Jethro parks his car hastily, getting out of the car as his team followed him in. He tried to get them to stay and work on the case, but they refused. Maddox was their nephew and they'd do anything for the kid.

Jethro walks in, his eyes finding you. For a brief moment, he felt relief until he saw the cuffs on your wrists.

"Take the cuffs off her, now." He barks, striding towards you.

"Sir—now!" He interrupts.

The security guard fumbles with the keys as he roughly pulls you up before Jethro pinned him against the wall. Tony grabs the keys off the floor, undoing the cuffs on your wrists.

"Don't you ever put your hands on my wife like that again." He warns.

"Hey sweet cheeks, your okay." Tony murmurs as he hugs you.

"They won't let me see him." You mumble numbly into his chest.

"They will once Gibbs is through with them." He teases and you couldn't help the small shaky smile.

"Hon, come on." Jethro says.

You walk towards him, keeping your eyes casted to the floor. His arm wraps around your waist protectively as he walks towards the desk.

"Where is my son?" He demands.

"S-She needs to be questioned." The nurse says weakly.

"My wife wouldn't ever lay a hand on our son. He fell down the stairs, kids have accidents all the time. Let me see our damn son." He snaps.

"O-Of course, right this way sir." She says and starts to lead us towards the room he was in.

You hesitate and hang back towards the doorway as Jethro heads towards Maddox who was sat up in the bed with a light blue cast on his arm.

“Daddy!” He exclaims, throwing himself towards Jethro who chuckles and catches him.

You catch sight of stitches across his eyebrows and you let a shaky breath out.

“Careful buddy, you can take someone out with that thing.” Jethro teases which makes Maddox giggle.

“I don’t really like it. It’s going to stop me from being able to do my wood carvings.” He pouts.

“I think it’s a really cool cast. You can have people sign it even! And you can take a break from the wood carving, son. I’ll get you some more while you got the cast on so we can let the supplies build up.” He says.

“Okay! Uncle Tony, will you sign my cast?” He asks.

“Of course! I even so happen to have a sharpie on me!” He exclaims with a childish grin.

Your heart aches and you sit down as you watch Maddox with soft and sad eyes. Jethro was in the corner of the room, on the phone with director as he kept an eye on Maddox as well.

You look away from Maddox and at the floor when a nurse walks in. She looks at you as if you had the plague, in which Maddox notices and frowns.

“Why are you looking at my mommy that way?” He snaps.

The nurse was taken aback as you look up alarmed. You stand, walking over to the bed and reach a shaky hand out to brush his hair away from his eyes. You leave a kiss on his head.

“It’s okay, baby.” You murmur.

He looks at you confused. He was a smart child for his age. He definitely had his fathers profiling skills, that’s for sure. He looks back at the nurse, his eye narrowing as he latches onto you, hugging you tightly. Jethro was grinning in the corner as your lips part in surprise.

“Ma’am, we still have to follow protocol.” The nurse says in which your heart shatters.

“Protocol? Mommy, what’s she talking about?” He asks, looking up at you with Jethro’s blue eyes.

“It’s nothing, baby. Mommy will be back, I promise.” You murmur.

“No. I’ll be back, buddy. Mommy will stay with you.” Jethro says.

You watch confused as he leaves with the timid nurse. Tony throws an arm over your shoulder and smiles.

“Trust me, boss will handle it. Your a good mom, don’t let them tell you otherwise.” He says.

“Are they saying your a bad mommy?” Maddox asks confused.

“I-I, no…they just have to follow protocols they put in place to keep people safe.” You explain slowly.

Thankfully, Jethro was back quickly and even somehow managed to get his prescriptions whilst filling out the discharge papers. Jethro sent the team back in the work car and was going to drive you and Maddox home. Tony offered to drive Jethro’s car home, but you settled on taking Jethro to work tomorrow as you felt guilty for calling him from work early.

Maddox was asleep in the backseat, and you were focused on the building and other structures out your window. Jethro kept glancing over, sensing you weren’t okay. He grabs your hands and squeezes it gently.

“Sorry I snapped at you on the phone earlier today, hon. I don’t want you to think you can’t call me. For now on, I’ll answer immediately if I’m not out in the field.” He promises.

“Jethro, I’m not upset you didn’t answer or that you snapped at me. I know your working on a case right now.” You say softly.

“Then what has you upset?” He asks as he pulls into the driveway.

“Nothing.” You lie, getting out of the car.

“I’ll get him. You get the door opened.” He says.

You nod, heading towards the door and unlocking it. You are greeted with blood on the ground and you immediately grab your cleaning caddy from the closet and start cleaning it up. Jethro walks in, holding Maddox. He frowns seeing your shaky hands scrub at the puddle of blood.

“Hon, I got that. Let me go put him in bed and then I’ll clean that up.” He says.

“No, it’s okay. I got it. Here, you go on up and I’ll finish this up.” You say quietly.

You move just enough so he can get up the stairs. He gets to the third or fourth step before looking back down at you concerned. His eyes find your bruised wrists and his frown deepens. He turns, focusing on getting Maddox up to bed.

“Daddy.” Maddox mumbles sleepily.

“Yes, buddy?” He asks softly, tucking him in.

“Why did the doctors think mommy is a bad mommy?” He asks.

“Because they are a bunch of knuckleheads and don’t know what a good mommy you have. Don’t worry about it, buddy.” He says.

“Daddy?” He whispers as he starts to fall back to sleep.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Can mommy give me a little brother or sister?” He asks.

“I…I mean, I’ll talk to mommy and see what she wants to do, but she loves you so much. I think she’s happy with just you.” He murmurs.

Little did Maddox know, Jethro was scared to have another one. He was scared to have Maddox after what happened with Shannon and Kelly. He barely let you in and then finding out you were pregnant nearly sent him over the edge. You loved kids and you want a whole damn school bus of kids.

Maddox goes to say something, but it was little mumbles before he was softly snoring. Jethro chuckles, brushing his hair out of his forehead before leaning down and kissing his head.

He heads downstairs to see the blood cleaned up. He goes to the kitchen where he heard you. You were sweeping up the salad and broken bowl into a pan.

“What happened?” He asks, taking the dust pan to hold it.

“When I heard Maddox scream, I just dropped the bowl and ran for him.” You mumble quietly.

“Hon, go take a bath and relax. I’ll finish the clean up. I promise you that Maddox is okay.” He says.

You hesitate, but with a stern look from him, you nod slowly. You head up the stairs, starting your bath. He finishes up the floor before he cleans up what would have been dinner. He does dishes and takes the trash out before deciding to check on both Maddox and you. He checks on Maddox first to see him sleeping.

He nears the bathroom before slowing his steps as he hears your muffled crying. He walks in and sees your face buried in your knees, suds covering your bits from view.

“Hon, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asks, kneeling by the tub.

“Why am I such a bad mom?” You sob.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He asks.

“He’s hurt because of me, Jethro. Those nurses had every right to look at me like that. I’m a terrible mom. There was blood, everywhere and the bone was sticking out. His screams…gosh his screams were so loud. I didn’t even notice he cut his eyebrow until I saw the stitches.” You sob.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. He’s a kid and kids have accidents. Maddox loves to run throughout the house and we could tell him until we were blue in the face not to run in the house. He slipped and fell. It wasn’t your fault. You know how many times I got hurt as a kid? A lot. We can’t protect him from everything as much as we wish we could. Things like this will teach him why we tell him not to run in the house or why not to go outside barefoot. We can only do so much. Your an amazing mom. He knows so.” He murmurs, rubbing your back.

“I can’t even look at him. I feel terrible. It’s all my fault.” You whisper.

“It’s not your fault and you know that. He knows that and I know that. He knows your a good mom. He told me when he woke up briefly because he caught onto the way the nurses were treating you. He actually wants another siblings. He told me.” He says, sighing as he plops on the ground.

Your head flies up, your eyes wide as you look at him. You reach a hand out and grab his hand, rubbing it gently.

“You know we don’t have to. I know how scary it was when you found out I was pregnant with Maddox. I am perfectly content with Maddox and you.” You say softly.

“I think I might want another one. Maybe we’ll get a little girl this time.” He murmurs.

“Really?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah.” He says with a soft smile.

“Your such an amazing dad, Jethro. Maddox absolutely loves you. He always tells me that he wants to be an NCIS agent just like you.” You say with a soft smile.

“And your such an amazing mom. He tells me all the time. He also tells me how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you proud. Whether it be cleaning up his toys or helping with the groceries. He loves you and he idolizes you so much.” He murmurs.

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anarchic-miscellany · 2 months ago

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Reading "One Piece" for the first time: Part 19 Is there a form we can fill out to get a different protagonist? Like, can I appeal to a higher authority? Can we get Naoki Urasawa to write a couple of chapters? Our gang are hiking through the desert in between flashbacks to the Princess' backstory and her talk of rebellion. Our Idiot protagonist has the switch in his head flipped to "bored now, doing this" and decides not to take part in the rebellion because he wants to fight the crocodile man instead; and gives a big rambling talk about how people are going to die and it's naive to think that people won't. My good slut: Your ENTIRE personality for this series has been "no! There's always a 3rd option and people mustn't die!" It comes completely out of nowhere and less like an arc and more like a guest writer who hates Ohda for sleeping with his wife has taken over the chapter.

At least the Himbo has been put on the backburner, and Giga Chad shows some concern for his fellow buddies (more than our Idiot protagonist, funny that...) in the heat of the desert, particularly Blue Nosed Reindeer whom he is concerned for the health of (though that may be because he does not want the meat to spoil). Meanwhile Idiot is just being a melodramatic bitch about the water now, like his personality is determined by a fucking roulette wheel...

We have the rather boring goons of the Crocodile Man discuss their evil schemes around the table; including the return of Rodeo Stripper the most interesting one! The gang seem shocked and surprised that he is an evil pirate... Guys, in your line of work (toppling regimes and subsuming the cities from beneath them) do you think you're going to be working with many orphanages and philanthropic nuns? Fuck me, everybody in this Universe has the brain of a sock drawer... Except no, we get the best fucking guy Smoker back! He's having a drink at the bar, Cop on the Edge that he is, with his assistant Girl Uryu from "Bleach"; when Idiot and Meme in Progress Usopp come in desperate for a drink of water. It takes a while, but they notice Captain Smoker and leg it, out into the street.

Now this is something I'm down for in terms of an action sequence: we've had the King building up to his attack on Crocodile, Crocodile planning his own thing (him only knowing the existence of 5 of the crew and The Princess and not Giga Chad Sanji because he was back on the boat having a smoke and making fish is funny, and I'm glad that plot point came back, I hope that they do something with it) and the rebellion building its forces all converging. Himbo not fighting Girl Uryu was odd, but hey, it's nice character suff and I hope it also builds to something.

Then our Idiot is caught in quite possibly the easiest trap ever conceived, and praises the genius of it: ending up locked in a cage in the Crocodile Casino (which I think is a Jethro Tull album) alongside his crew and Smoker.

Are we sure that I can't swap him out for somebody else? Don't get me wrong he's not as annoying or loathsome as Chadda Darkmane (fun fact: I hate him so much I got his first name wrong) or Lelouch Lamperouge but holy fucking shit.

BUT

This kind of thing is my jam: a favourite thing of mine is "gritted teeth enemies forced to work together" and Smoker is absolutely fucking fantastic, I want way more of him, so having him team up with the crew to plan an escape (let him plan it, because fuck I think I actually actively dislike the protagonist of this series?) is fun.

Also, the princess is kidnapped by a machine gun bird and Smoker reveals the existence of magic ocean rocks which block Fruit Powers. Sure.

Sure.

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kdogreads · 2 years ago

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Ain’t Woman Enough

Gibbs x f!reader

Warnings: jealous!reader, slight angst but mostly fluff and flirting, allusions to smut but no actual smut

A/N: This song popped up on shuffle and this fic just came to me. Enjoy!

Thank you @daphne-bourne for reigniting my Gibbs love and finally getting this out of my drafts! 💕

You walked with a certain pep in your step as you made your way to the front lobby of the NCIS building where you knew your man would be waiting for you. It was nice working in the same building, him in the investigative unit and you in legal, since you could meet up for coffee breaks or after the workday. It had been such a long, frustrating day today and you couldn’t wait to fall into his embrace.

To your surprise, he wasn’t sitting at his usual spot with a coffee in his hand and another on the table for you. No, he was standing near the small café with a wide smile on his face, hands in his pockets, and a tall, lean, red-headed woman in front of him.

You slowly made your way down the long staircase to the main floor of the lobby, your gaze never leaving your boyfriend and his new friend. She was laughing and putting her hand on Jethro’s bicep as you approached. He must have said something that was just so funny. A hot blush swells over your chest.

“Jethro,” you practically spat, clearing your throat and taking a step closer. His eyes met yours and his features immediately softened into a real smile, much different than the fake one he was sporting just a moment ago.

“Hi sweetheart,” The words flow off his lips in that deep baritone honey you love so much. You raise your brow, glancing over to the mystery woman quickly, trying your hardest not to give in to his knee-weakening gaze.

“Oh Jethro, is this one of your fellow special agents?” The woman questions. It takes everything in you to not slap her right across her primped face. Patience is a virtue you remind yourself in your head

Rather than letting him answer the question, you step closer to him and place a hand firmly on his shoulder, balancing yourself to reach up and kiss him sweetly and deeply. Usually you wouldn’t show such affection in public, but you had a point to make. You can hear an audible gasp coming from the red-headed hussy behind you.

Your lips lock with his over and over, tongue poking onto his lower lip. Jethro grabs at your arm with a harsh grip, practically asking you “What the hell has gotten into you?” With only his fingertips. A soft hum escapes your lips as you finally pull away and you meet Jethro’s wide-eyed expression with your smug one.

“Very special,” You purr, reaching over to swipe a smudge of lipstick off of his lip. Out of the corner of your eye you see Jethro trying desperately to hide a cheeky smirk from spreading across his face.

“Oh, Jethro was just telling me how close your team is, but I, uh, didn’t realize you were, so um—“ The woman stammered and straightened up, fidgeting with her blouse, suddenly unsure what to do with her hands.

Jethro’s hand slides down to land on your lower back and he presses a short peck to your temple. You can barely feel the small gust of air expelling from his nose as he stifles a laugh.

“Some more than others,” He finally breaks the uncomfortable (for the mystery women) silence.

“Well it was lovely to meet you,” You begin facetiously, “Better be on our way, hm Jet?” You slide your hand into his and turn to head towards the door.

She just stands there speechless, probably for the first time in her life, and watches the two of you walk away, hand-in-hand.

You make it out the door and into the warm summer evening air before Jethro lets out a laugh. Your eyes meet his as your hands raise to your hips, one popping out to the side, just waiting for him to speak first.

“Green is a new color on you, sweetheart,” He laughs and pulls you into a sweet hug, still chuckling snd shaking his head.

“I’m sorry,” You sigh into his warm, broad chest, “I didn’t mean to make a scene. I just, I didn’t like the way she was talking to you — flipping her hair, grabbing your arm,” You mock her movements in a most exaggerated fashion, pulling another honey-glazed laugh from your man.

“Just an old friend, killer,” He reassures you, pulling your hand up to meet his lips while you just stand there, defeated.

“Mhm, you have a lot of old friends around here, player,” You raise an eyebrow at him again, jabbing your finger jokingly into his chest, “Especially red-headed ones.”

He lowers his chin to meet your gaze head-on, the hint of a smile yanking on one side of his closed lips. He grumbles something akin to “c‘mere” and pulls you into him again, one hand meeting the small of your back and the other resting at the base of your neck. His long, thick fingers snaked over your loose hair and pulled it over your shoulder so one ear was exposed. He placed a sweet peck on your lips before trailing them to the shell of your ear.

“None of them compare to you,” He growls, barely loud enough for you to hear, but you feel the change in his tone immediately. A silly grin spreads across your face as you feel a rush of excitement creep into your chest.

Jethro does something next that sends that heat straight down to your lower half. He slides the hand that was planted on your back down and plants a swat on your butt that sends a shiver up your spine. He rarely shows you that kind of affection out in public.

It was when you lifted your eyes to meet his in surprise that you spotted Tony and McGee walking up to you, likely just wanting to say and instead getting a free show. Tony had wider eyes than you’d ever seen before and Tim was turning every shade of red.

“Uh, hey you,” Tony greets timidly, “Boss.” He can’t seem to meet either of your eyes. McGee just smiles and adjusts the collar on his shirt nervously.

“Hi boys!” You let out a laugh and tuck yourself into Jethro’s shoulder, pretending to hide your face, while he wraps a strong arm around your waist. He’s suddenly got the same stern look he always seems to have around his team.

“Have a good weekend, agents,” Jethro says with a certain lilt in his voice that only you seem to catch. Tony and McGee let a stream of “thanks boss,” “you too boss,” “bye guys,” “take care,” fall from their still-shocked mouths as you wave and start heading for the car per Jethro’s strong hand on your back guiding you that way.

You look up at him and his stern expression finally breaks, the corners of his mouth turning up into a knowing smile. He leans slightly and presses a kiss to your temple as you hurriedly make your way home so you can continue what he started.

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poorlywrittenbutentertaining · 10 months ago

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Caring for a Duckling

Gibbs x Fem!oc

warnings: medical stuff, and boats... i guess?

summary: Gibbs is volunteered to care for Elaine after her concussion.

The sun splotched across Elaine’s face as her brain pulsated in her skull, splitting pains shooting down her spine. She attempted to open her eyes only to be met by a fresh spike of pain in the back of her head. She squinted against the light and tried to focus on her unfamiliar surroundings. The sheets she layed under were not her usual bamboo thread, but a homely, soft, cotton. The room she was in was unfamiliar. It was scarcely decorated, with what looked like quality, hand built furniture. She pulled the sheets from her body and looked down to find herself not in her scrubs, but a large, worn tee shirt and a pair of far oversized basketball shorts. Her brain scrambled to remember the events of the previous night, but it was like trying to collect water in a sieve.

Memory came in short, blurry flashes. A red hoodie here, a gurney there, and an old truck. Like watching a brief slideshow of her own evening. She didn’t remember drinking, let alone leaving her apartment. She rubbed her forehead, to be met with the soft scratch of gauze. Right, she had been hit in the head, hard. She began running a mental checklist.

Pain: moderately high

Memory loss sustained

Blunt force wound to the back of the head

Vision mildly blurry

Delirium: no

Nausea: mild

She sighed and looked out the window. She was greeted with a view of a small, well maintained garden. A face flashed through her head. Gibbs. She had been on the phone with him and he had been there when she woke up.

The door creaked lightly on its hinges and Elaine twisted towards the sound. Gibbs stood in the threshold holding a tall glass of water and some medicine.

“I was gonna leave these, but I guess you’re awake,” Gibbs said, “how are you feeling?”

“Bad,” Elaine answered honestly. Gibbs nodded and entered the room. He walked by her and placed the items on the carved bedside table, “you came to my house.”

“I did. I heard some commotion and came to check,” Gibbs shrugged.

“How did you get in?” Elaine asked.

“Same way the petty officer did. He broke your lock.”

“Oh…” At that moment something Dawned on Elaine, “did you change my clothes?!”

Gibbs chuckled, “no, you woke up and raided my closet before passing out again.”

“Ah,” Elaine nodded. She leaned her head into her hands and let out a long sigh, “what a nightmare.”

“Here, take these,” Gibbs held the pills and water in front of her, “it’ll help the pain.”

Elaine took the medicine, “I’m a doctor, gunny, I know what Tylenol does.” She quickly swallowed the pills dry and then took a few long gulps of the water. Gibbs gave a half smile and nodded.

“S’pose you do, doc.”

“Well I’m fine now, you can take me home,” Elaine moved to stand, ignoring the pounding in her head.

“Na-ah-ah,” Gibbs grabbed her upper arm, “I told Ducky I’d watch you today.”

“I’m a doctor, I can take care of myself.”

“Notorious fact that doctors make the worst patients.”

“And how would you know that, Gunny?” Elaine sassed.

“Because Ducky said so,” Gibbs' voice was even, he moved in close to her and Elaine felt her heart stammer for a moment, “now lay down.”

“Fine, fine,” Elaine put her hands up. Jethro released her arm and lifted the sheets for her, “I can get myself into bed.”

“I know.”

Elaine rolled her eyes and scooted in, allowing him to fluff the sheets over her. She had to admit, the bed was nice.

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The house had been quiet for a few hours and Elaine felt like she was going stir crazy. She slid herself out of the bed and began looking closer around the room. The furniture seemed unused, and if the fresh scent of laundry detergent was anything to go off of, Gibbs had probably retrieved her fresh sheets and blankets for the bed. There were no paintings or pictures on the walls, and while the decorations and furnishings were scarce they all held the signs of being homemade. Some from mismatched woods, others with intricate carvings. Elaine ran her hand over the dresser and slid open the top drawer. An assortment of linens, seemingly random. She closed the drawer and walked to the door, slowly turning the handle and cracking the door open with nary a squeak.

“Well oiled,” Elaine noted as she peeked down the hall. There were a few other doors, but what interested Elaine was the staircase down at the end of the hall. She padded down them quickly to be met with a much more open space. It was more decorated, the ghost of a woman’s touch fleeting in the details. A stack of coasters here, a small lamp there. Elaine smiled as she moved around the living space. It was clean, if not a little dated. There were books around the fireplace and a large TV hanging over the hearth. The leather couch was particularly worn on one cushion. The coffee table in front of it had a ring from a cup being placed over and over again. Elaine could imagine Gibbs sitting to watch TV in the same place every night, setting his cup on the edge of the coffee table.

While the space was inviting, it felt lonely. Like the ghost of Jethro would occasionally pass through the space, a specter in his own home.

Elaine’s ears picked up a small scratching sound coming from an open door. She peeked through, finding the entrance to a basement. The scratching echoes through the cement room, a small amount of light being let in from the high windows. She approached the railing and peeked over, finding the boning of a wooden boat, and Gibbs dutifully sanding at one of the timber boards. The railing creaked under her weight.

“You should be laying down,” Gibbs said, the sanding stopped as he glanced up at her. Elaine simply shrugged and padded down the wooden stairs. Gibbs rolled his eyes and resumed his work.

“You build boats?” Elaine asked. Gibbs just nodded towards the wooden structure, “You know they make those automatic now.”

“Don’t use power tools,” Gibbs dusted the piece he was working on and resumed sanding.

“Really? None?” Elaine meandered to the workbench and took in the neatly organized tools. A series of manual drills, chisels, hammers, sanding blocks, and other woodworking tools Elaine didn’t recognize.

“Nope.”

Elaine peeked into his mug to find an amber liquid, she lifted it to her nose and sniffed. The scent burned in her nose and she cougehed, “bourbon?”

“It’s an acquired taste,” Gibbs said.

“That’s code for, ‘it’s gross until you get used to it’,” Elaine gave him a cheeky grin over her shoulder as she continued looking around the basement, “Got anymore sandpaper?”

“You should be resting, Dr. Wright,” Gibbs turned to her.

“I’m bored and something deep inside me tells me that I can handle some sandpaper after bumping my head,” Elaine leaned back against the workbench. Gibbs let out a sigh and held the sandpaper out to her. She grinned and took it, stepping around him and approaching the boat. She began sanding side to side and gibbs quickly stopped her, placing his hand firmly over hers and then guiding it up and down.

“With the grain of the wood,” He said. Elaine swallowed and peeked at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Right,” She nodded. His hand pulled away as he returned to the workbench.

Elaine spent the rest of the day practically tailing Gibbs until he placed a book firmly in her hands and had her sit down on the couch with an order to rest for the remainder of the day. It wasn’t long until she fell asleep.

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Gibbs peeked out of the kitchen to find Elaine curled up on the couch. She laid in the worn spot he usually sat in. He sighed and shook his head. He grabbed a blanket from the closet and flicked it open. He laid it over Elaine and tucked it softly around her. He took the book from her hands and noted the page she was on before returning it to its place on the shelf.

His eyes flicked over to the front door when it creaked open. In the threshold stood Ducky, his coat draped over one arm and his briefcase in the other.

“I believe you are housing a little duckling, I’m here to take her home.”

(enjoyed it? Let me know what scenarios/episodes you want to see from Elaine and Gibbs next!)

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ncis-yp · 1 year ago

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ahhh i need more sugar daddy!gibbs im craving it please 🙏🙏🙏 also i love your work sm ❤️❤️

Italy, France, I see Jethros Underpants (Sugar Daddy! Gibbs x Reader) [FLUFF]

“Enough DiNozzo” you heard Jethro say as he walked into your apartment.

“Look at you, walking in here, acting like you own the place” you smirk. Jethro approaches you and kisses you before saying,

“Uh yeah. I do own the place” you giggle. “I bought it” he grabs your chin.

“And I will not forget it.” You smile. You look back into his blue eyes. Your chemistry homework sitting in front of you. You had a calculus exam on Monday and an English paper due the next day. Swamped with work to earn your degree that Jethro had paid for.

“I’m hungry” he says, walking to the fridge. Upon opening it he sees it nearly empty… again. “(Y/n) we talked about this, the $1500 allowance every week is supposed to be spend on food for the house.”

“Well… I did use it on food… just not for the house”

“Eating out?” You nodded. “Come on, pack an overnight bag”

“Where are we going?” You say standing.

“I was thinking I fly us out to Italy for the weekend… I‘ve been craving Italian”

“But Jet-“

“Yeah yeah, I know ‘Ms. 4.0 GPA’ you have assignments due. It’s a private plane… you can do your work on the plane” he replies reading your mind. You stand with your mouth agape. “Now, come on, pack the overnight bag and let’s go… garlic rolls do not last forever y’know”

You rush to your bedroom to pack up some clothes you have. Jethro gives you $2000 every 2 weeks to spend in clothes. You’d like to admit you were somewhat living a rags to riches life… from a shitty apartment, no car, and barely anything to eat or wear, you have this amazing lifestyle and get to go to Europe on a whim. All you needed to do was be loyal, spend his money, and keep up your grades… and maybe a little something else. Anything you wanted and needed was in the palm of your hand. Though, you were in love with Jethro.

You had knocked out in Jethros arms during the plane ride. He smiled at you softly as you turned in his arms… your (h/c) locks twisting around you messily as you did so.

Time skip~

You were leaning over the railing of your hotel at 3 AM. The lively party downstairs faintly reminding of your life before Jethro. You felt his arms wrap around you. His scent suddenly surrounding you.

“Why are you still awake?” He whispers in your ear. You leaned your head back against his body.

“Can’t sleep. Guess I’m not tired enough” you reply back quietly.

“Funny, neither can I” he mumbled back, kissing your temples. “Felt you leave the bed and couldn’t fall asleep”

“Aww” you sigh as you against him. Staring up the city., remembering that you were in Italy.

“Come back to bed?” Was a question and a statement from him. You nodded as he pulled you to hotel bed.

As you laid, pressed against his chest you sighed. Your thoughts still swirling.

“What’s on your mind? Wanna go to France? Don’t like Italy?”

“No, I love Italy. I’m just thinking”

“About?” He pressed.

“I just… I been thinking Jet and you know- I love you… I know that we have an arrangement but I don’t know I just-“

“I love you too (y/n)” he cut you off.

“Y-you do?”

“Mhmm” he hummed hugging you tighter. You smile as he holds you close to him, curling in his arms tighter.

“You love me” you say happily. Jethro smiled, kissing the top of your head.

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 1 year ago

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Death of Me

It was official. You were going to murder your husband. How many times had you told him to be careful. To not put himself in harms way anymore than absolutely necessary. He’d always tell you not to worry while giving you that damn smile that had you believing every word he said. And now you were rushing to the hospital for the second time in the month because of a phone call letting you know that Jethro had been hurt.

Tim met you in the hospital lobby, bypassing the check in and you both entered the elevators.

“How bad is it Tim?”

“Well he’s recovered from worse but you’ll definitely need to keep him from overdoing it for a few days.”

You gave him a look before speaking. “Yeah. And I’ll teach him to speak Mandarin while I’m at it.”

Tim led you out of the elevators and down the hall to his room but stopped you before you headed in.

“Just a heads up. Since he came out of surgery, he’s been a little out of it. I think the Morphine is really kicking his ass.”

“Hm. Well better that than me. Thanks Tim.”

You gave him a grateful hug and walked into the dim hospital room. As soon as your eyes fell on him, all anger dissipated. He was asleep, shirtless and left shoulder bandaged up. His face was relaxed and breaths steady, letting you know he was genuinely getting some good rest.

Not wanting to wake him up, you quietly brought a chair over and settled in it before gently taking his hand in yours. Of course even a morphine induced nap couldn’t keep him from his hypersensitive senses as he stirred, eyes fluttered open. He looked around the room before his sapphire blue eyes fell on you and stared a second before chucking to himself.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, amused.

“My wife is gonna kill me.”

He might not have recognized you in his state of delirium but at least he knew he had a wife. You decided to play along, not seeing the hurt.

“Oh yeah? Because you’re in the hospital for the 2nd time this month due to your over brazen behavior?” you tried hinting, wondering if it would bring back some lucidity.

“Nope. Because you’re holding my hand. And she haaates when other women touch me.”

Now it was your turn to chuckle. “Well she probably just loves you too much to share you with anyone else.”

He nodded and let go of your hand, placing it on his chest while taking a deep breath.

“Yeah. She loves me. Even when I don’t deserve it..She’s great..I wish she was here..”

Your heart broke at his melancholy words, not wanting him to think you wouldn’t show up to visit and couldn’t help but reach out to touch his arm.

“Jethro. I’m your wife.”

“Right. And I’m the king of Shri Lanka,” he joked.

There wasn’t much you could do if he wasn’t coherent enough so you settled for just sitting there next to him. After a couple of minutes he fell back asleep and you took the opportunity to take his hand in yours again.

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“Y/N?” someone spoke, waking you out of your nap. You picked your head up from the side of Jethro’s bed and saw him looking at you in slight confusion.

“Hey Gunny,” you greeted lovingly, sitting up and grimacing at the stiffness.

“Have you been here the whole time? What time is it?”

“It’s around 6pm. You’ve been asleep since about this afternoon. Surgery went really well, I’m sure you’ll be up and chasing more bad guys again in the next couple weeks.”

You got up to pour him a cup of water as he went to try and lift his bad arm, wincing immediately, making you roll your eyes at his stubbornness.

“I don’t care if I have to lock you in your basement for the next week Jethro but you’re going to let your shoulder heal properly,” you threatened, handing him the water.

“A week isn’t necessary-

You shut him down with a look that rivaled his own and he sighed in defeat.

“Oh by the way, do you remember talking with me earlier?” you asked curiously.

“No. What did I say?”

You laughed at the apprehension in his voice and took his empty cup to set it on the table.

“Well you had no idea who I was. And chastised me for touching you, saying your wife wouldn’t be happy about it.”

“Mm. I’d say that gets me a point in the honorable husband category,” he stated proudly.

You laughed and nodded. “You’re absolutely right. How about I make my famous Chicken Parm for us tonight?”

“I’ve got nothing else to do,” he responded with a small smile.

“Damn right you don’t.”

You gave him a well waited kiss and thanked the universe for the moment. You don’t know what you would do without him and you hope to never find out.

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