#jimmy palmer

[djkerr]

NCIS and NCIS Origins cast members at tonight's Bulls vs. Lakers game.

(March 22, 2025)

📷 @katrinalaw IG stories

[tumbleweed-writes]

Being in a smaller fandom is so weird because it's just like a handful of us going "Still like the thing??? Cool, cool, me too. Just checking in. Glad we still like the thing. I hope we continue to all like the thing."

[giadin-a]

Ncis Fanart I participated in the NCISverse competition since I wasn't selected, I decided to share the drawing with you.

[bethnaberrie]

leroy jethro gibbs was really out there in 2005 running a team of highly trained federal agents queer kids with daddy issues

[dawnsedits]

I'm really glad you're here, Tony.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

[indestinatus]

Anthony DiNozzo on NCIS 21x02 | The Stories We Leave Behind

[delicatefalice]

fetus adult

besties besties

[khaenrian]

I seem to have found myself in a rabbithole of obscure and ridiculous ncis promo pics

Very sad that some of these i cannot find in a higher quality

This photoshoot. ?????????? I cant find any context for it

These are very cutesy but still??

Then we have more of these like. Vaguely risque ones? I just. I dont know whats going on.

These two are fine i guess

Finally, my favorite category. Just plain ridiculous.

[passionwillow]

You Stress Me Out

Thank you to the sweet anon for this idea!

Warnings: mentions of wounds, blood, slight violence but nothing graphic. Angst and fluff!

Jimmy wasn't sure what to think when you showed up at his door.

There was a small pool of blood on his porch, and a trail that led from his door, through the living room and stopped in his kitchen where you currently sat.

There was a concerning puddle underneath the chair you sat in, but you simply sat and watched him grab his first aid kit from the cabinet. Your relaxed posture and faint smile were at odds with your current state.

Your face was bruised and swollen, a cut on your cheek already clotting. Your left arm was sliced to hell, and judging by your limp you hurt your leg as well. Your breathing was shallow, so he guessed you took a hit to the ribs as well.

All in all, he was confused and worried.

"Are you going to tell me what happened? Or just continue to stress me the hell out?" His fingers were soft and gentle as they inspected the gash on your forearm, his brown curls falling over his forehead as he cleaned the wound.

"I dunno. Seeing you stressed is kinda fun," you teased, wincing slightly at the sting as he cleaned the cut. He's answering snort made you smile again. He looked up at you and sighed, blindly grabbing a bandage from his kit. "These might need stitches. You really need to go to the hospital," he persuaded, hands gentle as they wrapped up your arm.

"No."

"Y/N-"

"I said no. They're only going to do what you're doing right now, and I trust you more."

He sighed and grumbled under his breath, taping up the white gauze before looking at you, scooting closer in the wooden chair and gently touching your cheek. "Doesn't appear broken.. Just bruised to hell. I'd ice that now, rather than later."

His close proximity and soft touch made you flush, but thankfully he seemed too occupied inspecting the cuts to bother. "Anything else hurt?"

"My head.. I twisted my ankle and got a good hit to the ribs, but that's just bruising."

His brows furrowed in concerned as he moved even closer, knees bumping yours as his hands cupped the back of your head, feeling gently. "Definitely a bump.. But nothing seems cracked or anything. You're lucky," he murmured as he pulled back, hands resting in his lap as he looked at you.

Your eyes met his wide hazel ones, concern still clouding his gaze as he took you in. "What happened? Is someone trying to hurt you?"

"No, Jimmy, I-.. Went after a suspect I shouldn't have. I got caught up in a fight and.. I'm alright."

He shook his head and reached out for your hand, fingers lacing with yours as he stood up. "You can stay here. Take my bed."

"Jimmy, I can't- I can't just kick you out of your own bed. The couch is fine," you argued, limping slightly as you followed him. "With cracked ribs? Absolutely not," he shot back.

You sighed and tugged him to stop, his taller frame shadowing yours as he looked down at you. "Then we sleep together. In the bed, I mean." You blushed but forced yourself to hold his gaze. He smiled slightly and ducked his head, cheeks pink as he cleared his throat.

"Fine. I have- not bloody clothes you can wear."

You grinned and nodded in agreement, following him slowly up the stairs as his arm found your waist, helping you along.

"You still stress me the hell out, Y/N."

[sleepy-achilles]

My take on NCIS characters. Not including any from after dinozzo leaving as I've not yet watched those seasons and will be soon and well characters i care most about-

Baby girls-

Protectors-

Sunshine, light of everyone's life-

The favourite child-

Just happy to be there (aka the ultimate grandfather who loves them all equally and loves spoiling them)-

Sick and tired of gibbs and his teams shit-

Jenny Sheperd too. But ran out of room

Sick and tired of Tony's shit-

Tobias Fornell. But I have no more photo spaces left. So imagine his face here.

[ghostiebugbooks]

I caught up on the original NCIS recently. I absolutely LOVE the show, so much. I never expected it to mean so much to me. I'm now watching NCIS: New Orleans.

[bishopsbelova]

I love that the NCIS franchise (empire let’s be real) believes in girl!dad supremacy

[fictionalcraze]

" I may not be your father, But will always be your dad"

I have always loved this quote.. One of the reasons I love Gibbs so much is because of the kind of father figure he was to his team.. He may have lost his biological child but he found himself so many children along the years and gave them the kind of father's love they never got from their own father's... He once again found a child to love in his team and in return they found a dad.. I think this is what made ncis so special and beautiful... People choosing eachother and loveing eachother despite not being blood.. family is indeed not just DNA... Gosh.. i miss this man so much...

[thestarwarslesbian]

Ducky: 'You'll never find the body' is such a boring threat. A better threat would be; 'You'll never stop finding the body.' Jimmy, bored: Or just say, 'They'll be finding parts of you for at least four months...and you'll still be alive for three of them.' Ducky: Now that's a threat! The rest of the team: *horrified silence*

[djkerr]

Snack break. Who wants Portuguese pastel d... Okay. I'll just, uh, set these right here and back out.

[cas-kingdom]

NCIS gang with your OC, watching a horror movie for Abby's bday? <3

It was Abby’s idea, of course. No one else would have opted for a horror movie marathon the moment the sky got dark – in fact, Ducky had requested they change it to an ‘80s English comedy night – but it was Abby’s birthday, and so it was Abby’s choice. Horror movie marathon, it was.

Gibbs had offered to host the little party – Emmie said it was for the sole purpose that he could run down to his basement if he got too scared, to which he’d aimed a light head slap, and she’d ducked expertly out of the way.

So, four NCIS agents, two medical examiners, a forensic specialist, and a teenage girl sat, cramped but cosy, in Gibbs’s living room, surrounded by about twenty blankets and pillows, at least three bowls of popcorn (one of which Tony was keeping safely guarded in his arms), closed curtains plunging them into utter darkness, and a flashlight on the floor in suspiciously close grabbing distance from Gibbs, who had, as expected, protested very audibly against the turning off of all lights.

There weren’t enough seats for everyone, but Tony and McGee didn’t care about the bean bags they’d been assigned. Emmie was squished between a practically bouncing Abby, and Ziva, who, after about twenty minutes into the movie, fell promptly asleep against the side of the sofa. Ducky and Palmer were on the two-seater, while Gibbs sat rigidly in his armchair.

The movie was The Blair Witch Project. Abby was ecstatic, reciting lines the moment the movie started and tugging at Emmie’s arm when a ‘good bit’ was about to come up, which usually meant she needed to cover her eyes. Tony and McGee were fixed on the screen, the former giggling like he was watching a romcom while the latter seeming interested solely in the particulars of the film’s special effects. Ducky occasionally spouted the odd horror movie fact, and Palmer…well. He was just happy to be there.

And Ziva was asleep, so Ziva didn’t care what was going on.

Emmie rarely watched horrors. There was the odd time Abby managed to rope her into one on one of their routine sleepovers, but they tended to be more…placid. Ones she could cope better with, at least. Gibbs, meanwhile, rarely watched movies, let alone horrors, and every time Emmie glanced over, just to see if there was anyone else in the room who was actually as terrified as her, he looked about ready to bolt.

“Oooh, Em, this is a good bit!” Abby said for the tenth time, shaking Emmie’s arm.

Emmie promptly pulled the blanket up to her chin.

“Ha, McGee, that’s you after a night out,” Tony quipped with an immature giggle, pointing a finger at the screen.

“Hilarious, Tony.”

“I do believe that the director of an ‘80’s horror was once charged with murder because one particular scene was so well—"

Even Ducky stopped mid-sentence as the room filled with the eerie sound of kids’ voices coming from the TV.

“Oh…” Tony shuffled backwards on his beanbag. “Oh, God…”

Abby grinned in pure excitement, her eyes fixed on the screen.

McGee’s face contorted into something almost painful.

Palmer was looking anywhere but the screen.

Gibbs pressed himself further back into his chair, hand mere inches away from covering his eyes.

Ziva snored.

And Emmie…

The moment the kids’ voices got louder, she let loose an adamant “nope” and shook herself free of Abby to execute her escape. Clambering ungracefully over Ziva, who somehow stayed asleep, she jumped none-too-gently from her sofa to her dad’s. Gibbs, in need of support as much as his daughter, didn’t spout much more than an oof at the sudden weight before wrapping Emmie in his arms and conveniently hiding his face behind hers.

“Good lord,” Ducky said as the scene continued.

“Uh, I need the restroom.” And that was McGee gone.

“Wait for me!” Palmer quickly followed.

Abby rolled her eyes. “You’re all a bunch of babies.”

Ziva blearily cracked her eyes open. “Babies? How—lovely,” she slurred before promptly returning to sleep.

NCIS Masterpost