#minimal losses // jake seresin

[ohtobeleah]

Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter Four: Kryptonite

Summary: Jake occupancies you down to the local North Island precinct and is totally stuck by the way you are treated by the local authorities.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x FBI!reader. Slow Burn. Criminal Minds crossover. Sexism, misogyny.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author Note: I want you ALL to know that ONE reblog was responsible for reviving this series and putting it back into my writing roster. That’s all it took. One comment. MASTERLIST

Jake, for the life of him, couldn’t quite get a good grasp on the reality he was falling into. He's sitting at a blackened glass round table, in a conference room that he isn't sure he has clearance to be in, sweating so profusely that he’ll need to change his shirt the second he gets back to base. 

He hasn’t even really recovered from seeing how easily one of Ben Stiller's many variants had treated you at the front gate, he’s seething, seeing red, but he has to accept that that’s something you've dealt with far too many times to count to even be phased by it now. Desensitised. 

There's a man sitting across from him he doesn't know, he’s only just walked in a few seconds ago with a stack of paperwork and cream coloured files. Sitting across from Jake with a huff, clearly pressed for time. The man with dark hair and brown eyes seems to be rattled, but Jake isn't going to be the one who initiates the conversation. It's so quiet he can hear the ticks of hands on the clock hanging above his head. 

Spencer Reid is on his left, sitting patiently as ever as he decides now's an incredibly appropriate time to get some light reading done. Jake swears the guy only started the book twenty seconds ago and he's nearing the back pages. He can’t help but to feel awkward and far less worthy than he’s ever felt while he’s tucked between two PHD having brainiacs. But as the thoughts of unworthiness threaten to overcome him, Jake looks to his right, with anxiety he didn't know he could experience riddling his nervous system, he watches as a soft smile creeps across his face absentmindedly as you take a bite of the ham and cheese sandwich he’d watch you slap together in a hurry in the kitchen of the precinct. Typing away with one hand on your laptop that's prompted open in front of you, catching Jake looking at you in your peripheral is what has you freezing, looking at him with a smile so pure it sends his heart clear out of this world. He’s in love. 

“Did you want a bite?” You ask as if you're sitting in the livingroom of the dorm you’re occupying back at base and not about to discuss highly classified information regarding an ongoing murder investigation. “I can share if you want?” You ask again and it only has Jake's heart pounding against his chest harder. You were everything he’d dreamed of and then some. Brilliant minded, whitty, so incredibly intelligent, he loved the way your glasses sat just perfectly on the bridge of your nose. He adored the way you just pushed your hair back into whatever position, shape and place would hold. Jake thinks he’s dying, he’s never felt this kind of sensation before—it’s like he’s floating. He’s never been in love with someone before. “Or I can quickly race back and make you one? You like ham and cheese?” 

“Nah, nah, I think I'm good.” Jake rubs his clammy hands on his jeans as you go back to what you were working on. He just sits there in awe of everything around him. How you did this for a living he’d never understand. 

“JAG got wind of the ongoing investigation.” You don't even look up from the email Special Agent Bradshaw had just CC’d you in on. “Apparently they wanna take over the case.” Jake sat back as he listened, watching intentionally with how you acted around your own team. “Agent Bradshaw just emailed me a copy of the email chain, seems like they’re really pushing—“ 

“Well, you can tell JAG, Kas, that that won't be happening.” Aaron Hotchener passed you one of the many cream coloured files he’d lugged into the room as Reid sat up a little straighter with his ears pricked to attention. “Ensign Sue Snelling was just found dead in the engine room of the Lexington, thismorning, that’s three victims, no arrest.” Opening the file, you had to quickly shut it so as to not throw up the sandwich you’d just finished scoffing down. “I've just touched base with Agent Bradshaw, she's in the process of pulling her men from the other carriers that we’d had our eyes on but this just means it's been confirmed a serial killer is currently stationed out on the UUS Lexinton and we need to act now.” 

“Did the unsub use the same methods?” Spencer asked as he leaned over to take the file from you. “That’s interesting considering he’d know that killing abroad only makes it easier to narrow it down. Like catching fish in a barrel.” 

“Unsub?” Jake asked curiously as he looked at Spencer, his elbows now resting on the glass tabletop. 

“It means Unknown Subjects.” You explained, which made Jake frown because he thought you knew who the guy was. “We have our suspicions, now we know he’s on the Lexington for sure it rules out a handful of other persons of interest.” 

“You must be Jake Seresin?” Aaron smirked for a second from across the table. “I’m Special Agent Aaron Hotcher, Behavioral Analysis Unit chief—Sorry, I’ve had your file sitting on my desk for about a week now but I trust Agent Bradshaw's judgement enough to know she wouldn’t pick a lemon and I haven’t received a distress text from Agent Kas here either.” Hotch kinked his gaze your way for a brief moment as you dipped your chin. Jake wondered if distress texts were something you often sent out. “So, I trust that you’re up to speed and ready to sign your life away to the government for better or worse.” 

“I already did that the second I was tapped out of the naval academy, sir—I’m government barcoded and all.” Jake cracked the slight joke just so he could hear you laugh, it worked. Spencer watched with a questioning brow as you covered your mouth to muffle the sounds that escaped without force. He’d never known you to be one for romance, although—he’d never seen someone look at you the way he observed Jake. It was with kind, compassionate eyes that Jake admired you. 

“I trust you'll be a fine asset to the team Lieutenant Seresin, Y/n here is an exceptional analysis—keep up with her and you’ll be just fine.” Jake took a moment to rub his hands against his thighs again, suddenly feeling in over his head. He was used to being the best at what he did—but now he wasn’t even on the register. You could sense Jake was spiralling, opting to fish for his pinky under the table and hook yours with his. Grounding the naval aviator who’d drawn you out of your shell. 

“You and Agent Kas will be stationed out to the Lexington with the rest of your squadron as of late tomorrow afternoon—we can’t afford to push this anymore than that if we’re another victim down.” 

“I don’t know how you guys are gonna spin such a quick turn around.” Jake scoffed softly in disbelief. “Some of the guys who aren’t privy to this whole undercover investigation are gonna smell that somethings up.” Jake was right, but Hotch was already two steps ahead in the short amount of time it had taken you and Jake to shower, change and head over to the precinct. Sliding a cream folder into the aviator's hands, Hotch tilted his head at you in a shared moment of thought. Jake had his head screwed on tight, Arron Hotchner respected that. 

“You’re admirals are in a briefing as we speak, they’ll have to figure something out and figure it out fast because you, Lieutenant, are officially an employee of the BAU.” Jake eyed off the content of the file Hotch had slid Jake. It was his. Anything anyone needed to know about Jake Seresin was contained in that file. Stamped across the front read liaison officer. “Bradshaw tells me you’ve been carrying some old NCIS badge around like it’s made of gold.” Spencer snickered to himself as Jake's cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree. You couldn’t help but to laugh as Hotch tossed him a leather flipper case. “So I took liberty and got you actual liaison officer credentials, agent Seresin.” 

“Now it’s really official—“ You cooed, smiling at Jake with genuine kindness and admiration as he showed you the credentials you carried around all day everyday. To you they were just another form of Identification, but to Jake? It was something else. He had a duty to keep you safe. That was his only task.

“I haven’t had a chance to organise a weapons training session for Lieutenant Seresin, should I organise that before we go back to the naval base?” You stated and Hotch just shook his head softly. You were good at your job, he’d give you that—but you needed more experience in fieldwork. There was a small part of him that thought you were in over your head with this case—too young, too youthful, too by the book, but Agent Bradshaw had been the one to slap him upside the head and told him to give you a chance. She saw something in you not a lot of people saw. Strength. This was your case and you’d work it start to damn finish. 

Much like Spencer, everything was by the book. So when you looked at Hotch as if he’d just told you to forget about the very book you were told to know word for word, he simply replied with something that resonated with Jake a lot more than he’d probably intended it to. 

“He doesn’t need to carry a gun to be able to kill someone, Kas.” 

“Would be good to at least have him cleared for handling, just for legality purposes.” Spencer could sense the frustration going against protocol and procedure brought you. He could practically see the existential crisis brewing under your skin. “Have you ever handled a gun Lieutenant Seresin?” 

“Probably not to the extent you three have but yeah, I’ve dabbled in the odd firing range excursion.” Jake's father had been an avid hunter growing up. He knew his way around a hunting gun, but he’d never used a gun for anything other than shooting rabbits, ducks or deer. 

“You and Kasper can head on down to the firing range for a quick skill eval.” Hotch sighed, holding the bridge of his nose. “You’ll need to be quick.” 

“I heard Morgan’s in to do a talk on cop killers.” Spencer added as he stood. “I’ll have him line up a skill eval and we can kill two birds with one stone.” 

“Perfect, set it up, get these two kitted up, signed out and on that carrier before we end up with another victim—“ 

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“Alright alright!” You beamed as Jake flashed you his new credentials in the elevator down to the shooting range. “You can stop showing me your badge Jake, it’s getting old.” 

“Sorry—it’s actually Agent Seresin now.” Jake corrected you as he pocketed the new identity he’d unlocked, another level of self promotion to ascend his already higher than heaven ego. “God, Roosters gonna cream his pants when I show him.” 

“You and Rooster close?” You asked gracefully as the elevator dinged, Jake let you walk out first as his hand fell to the small of your hip. Guiding you although he had no idea where he was going. “Seems as though you get along with Agent Bradshaw on a personal level as well as professional?” 

“Well, it’s—“ Jake wasn’t sure this very moment was the most appropriate time to go over his relationship with the Bradshaws. “They’re my people, to put it simply.” That was no word of a lie. 

As you and Jake entered the firing range, there were a vast variety of men in uniform huddling around one of the firing zones. Pushing through—you met Derek Morgan, a familiar face amongst a sea of people you didn’t know. 

“Hey, Morgan? Why’d you call all these people down here for?” You greeted the much older man who just smiled at you, nodding at Jake in the process— acknowledging his presence. There would be a later time for formal introductions, but right now was not that time. 

Hey! How you doin kid?” Morgan teased, he was forever taunting you about your age. “Does your mother know you're here?” Jake caught onto the way people treated you quickly. He was aware that Agent Bradshaw treated you with enough respect that it put a pep in your step, but Jake also caught the glances the men surrounding you at the present gave you. Like you weren’t supposed to be here. 

“Give me that.” You hissed as you snatched the handgun from Morgan’s hand, placing a single round into the chamber as you walked into the shooting zone. You placed the earmuffs over your ears haphazardly that have been hanging on the hook beside you and with a single exhale and soft shoulders, you fired the round with precise precision. 

“Nice shooting Kas–” Morgan promptly complimented you. Taking the gun as you held it out for him. 

“Better than Billy the kid.” You beamed, again—Jake noticed the pep in your step. 

“Diaper rash makes you cranky huh?” That same pep was gone just a few seconds later. “Here.” Morgan handed you the target you’d shot, there was a bullet hole directly in the middle of the target. “Give this to your mum, maybe she’ll stick it on the refrigerator door.”

The girl who stood amongst a sea of testosterone wasn’t the girl Jake had taken home that night from the bar, you’d shrunken six feet under as your shoulders slumped, taking the target sheet from Morgan. He didn’t know how much his commitment affected you, but Jake could see straight through the tough exterior you tried to front. 

“Shit, that was pretty badass, you know—“ Jake caught your gaze as you came to sant beside him, bumping his hip to yours. “For a behavioural analysis.” 

“I took an advanced firearms course my second year with the bureau, not that I ever thought I’d be in the field.” With every day that past, Jake Seresin learnt a new fact about you that left him stunned into complete silence. For someone who had the gift of the gab, that was a compliment in and of itself. You’d been the only person who could render Jake silent. With nothing to say. 

“Okay who's wearing?” Morgan looked around the group of police officers who just stared at him blindly like he’d asked such a personal question. When no one answered, you frowned. Idiots you thought as you rolled your eyes.

Raising your hand, every man that stood in the room laughed and turned to one another like you'd just outed yourself as some prissy desk jockey. 

“Kas?” Morgan even raised a brow in response to you wearing a vest. 

“Everyone should be wearing.” You replied shortly. “It’s protocol.” Looking around, all eyes were on you. All snickering, all looking down at you. 

“Okay, fair—but baby girl imma need to borrow it real quick.” Morgan smirked, gesturing for you to hand over your vest. 

“Here sugar, let me assist you–” a voice called out from the back of the crowd before a gaggle of laughter erupted from the man who all stood around waiting for the demonstration to begin. Jake couldn’t have clenched his jaw harder if he wanted to. 

“Oh no thanks, I've been dressing myself since I was five years old.” You snapped back, turning your chest into Jake to shield yourself from being completely exposed as you undressed from the waist up. “All you perverts turn your heads.” You spoke over your shoulder as a horrifying whistle echoed throughout the firing zone. Jake saw red as he looked down at you, watching as you slipped your shirt over your head, unclipping the bullet proof vest that you’d been wearing since you left the base. It left you vulnerable, exposed in just your bra. “Here.” You handed Morgan the vest with a meek look. Fuck you could just die right about now. 

“Hey, I’m right here—don’t worry about anyone else.” Jake cooed, his eyes searching yours for confirmation you were listening to him. Tilting your chin up with his index finger and thumb as you balled your shirt up in your firsts against his chest. “I ain’t gonna let no one hurt you.” Jake was quick to  whisper. “But for what it's worth? Both on and off the record? I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” 

You would have kissed him then and there on the spot if you hadn’t been standing where you were. Morgan’s voice brought you crashing down to reality harder than ever as you worked to throw your short back on. Turning so your back was now against Jake's chest.  

“Okay everybody listen up, I want you all to take a good look at these lovely little bullets.” Morgan handed out a handful of red tipped bullets. “Cute right? You’ll notice the smooth jacket, pay particular attention to the tip.” Hanging your vest, Morgan pushed the bottom that had it flying back towards the furthest point away from the shooting range. Further back than you’d ever really seen anyone practise at. 

“Now you've all seen one of these vests stop a .357 magnum bullet at close range haven't you?” Everyone nodded, including you. Jake nodded just to fit in but he didn’t know shit. “Observe–” Morgan turned, firing a single round into the vest at long range. You weren’t too sure what to expect, but as he pressed the button to bring the vest back to the window, you audibly gasped. 

“Son of a bitch–” You sighed, watching as Mogan poked his finger right through the bullet hole he’d shot straight through the vest. Pulling out a piece of protective armour and holding it up. A single round had gone straight through. 

“Armour-piercing bullets?” Jake raised an eyebrow as he leaned in behind you to whisper his concern into your ear, not wanting to sound dumb to anyone other than you. 

“Yeah, cop killers.” 

“Now these bullets came from a suspect one of you fine young men arrested yesterday.” Morgan passed one of the police officers who stood stunned the bullet pierced armour plate that had now been rendered useless. “Yep–that's right, gentleman, and lovely little lady.” Morgan turned to you, the only woman in the room. “They’re out on the streets.”

It made your heart race slightly, the idea of far less protection being readily available now than there was before. What a time to make a breakout in your career, there was a slight moment of regret behind your eyes as you turned into Jake, he looked just as worried as you did but he wasn't plagued with the same plethora of knowledge you were. You should have stayed behind the desk, given the case to someone with more experience, you were far too in over your head. 

Morgan handed you the shot through vest, winking as he noticed the way you hung closer to Jake than he’d ever seen you hang around anyone. You were far too much like Spencer in that aspect, walking, talking computers. He smiled, taking in the fact you hadnt bothered to separate from your new partner, clearly comfortable in his presence as you took the vest back. Pressing your lips together in a tight line as Jake let his hand rest on your shoulder. 

“Vests are optionals boys and girls, especially girls.” 

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You could tell something was up just by the way Jake was practically silent in the car on the way back to base. He had the gift of the gab, so when Jake Seresin was silent it wasn't hard to come to the conclusion that something was ping ponging around his that big ass head of his. 

“Jake, it's fine–” You sighed, letting your shoulders slump back as you drove, your hands at ten and two.

“I really don’t fuck with the way you’re treated.” Jake’s voice came out far more gruff than he intended it to as he looked out the window. “From that dickhead at the gate to that Derek guy to the way those officers just–” He couldn't finish his own sentence without clenching his jar, cracking his knuckles. “You should stand up for yourself a little more, you know that right?” 

“Huh.” It was hard not to feel slightly offended, amongst all the little jabs that had been dealt your way today, Jakes had been the hashest of them all, unintentionally. “I'll be sure to put that at the top of my to-do list, Lieutenant Sersin.” 

“Kas–” Jake let his head fall back against the headrest as he turned to look at you. He hadnt noticed the glossy look in your eyes or the way you bit your bottom lip until it was too late to take what he’d already said back. “I didn't mean it like that, I just think you deserve so much more respect than you’re given and if people aren't giving it to you then you need to–” 

“Jake, I already have enough people telling me what to do right now, I don't need you adding yourself to that ever growing list.” The drive back to base wasn't all that far, but with the way Jake was burning a hole into the side of your head with his glare, it felt like a lifetime. 

“You are the most intelligent person I know, yet you act like you’re less than significant?” Jake questioned, he didn't understand why you let people walk all over you. He didn't understand why you didn't speak up when being spoken down to. He didn't understand what it was like to be a woman in a man's world. He’d only ever surrounded himself with people like Phoenix and Special Agent Bradshaw. His mother and sisters would ever let someone treat them the way you let others treat you. Powerful forces to be reckoned with who took no crap from anyone, including him.

You were just different, Jake didn't understand why you weren't like the other women in his life. For someone as brilliant minded and gifted as you he thought there would have had to have been some sort of cockness to you–a level of I know more than you, somewhere buried deep inside. But you just didn't see yourself the way he saw you. 

“The way people talk down to you, it makes me want to break every bone in their body.” Jake saw you as a higher power, a goddess living amongst merely mortal men. 

“I am insignificant, Jake.” You mumbled as you turned into the base car park, dreading having to pretend to be someone you weren't. A fighter pilot with balls of steel. You couldn't even stop yourself from getting a nosebleed. “I'm a pencil pusher! I'm not like Agent Bradshaw, I don't know what I'm doing, I'm in over my head and people are dying.” Jake just let you talk, he listened with intent to everything you had to say, wanting an insight into how you saw yourself. 

“There is a serial killer on a carrier in the middle of the ocean and my sole responsibility right now is making sure I take him down and you’re sitting here, telling me I need to stand up for myself?” 

“I'm not trying to tell you anything Kas, I just think you deserve more respect than what's given to you.” Jake reached gently for your hand, being careful not to startle you as he guided your grip off the wheel and into his palm, fingers intertwining as he brought the palm of your hand up to his mouth–pressing his lips to your pal in a simple domestic act of admiration. “You are so beautiful, so intelligent, it's hard to understand how people don't see you the way I see you.” 

“Oh yeah? And how exactly do you see me?” Jake wanted to say as the love of his life, he wanted to say his future wife, the mother of his children he didn't know he wanted. But he knew that sounded crazy, so he stuffed the crazy deep inside and went with something a little more appropriate. 

“I see you for you, Y/n.” You had to pull your eyes away from the carpark you'd just parked in for a few seconds to really take a minute to look at Jake. “The reason I came up to you at the Hard Deck initially had been because I thought you were one hell of a looker.” You had to chuckle, you couldn't help it, shaking your head as Jake tilted your chin back up to look at him. “But unlike all the other women I’ve met, you didn’t fall for my crap, you spoke to me like you knew every answer to every question I could think of.” Leaning over the centre console, you smirked against Jake's lips as he pulled you close with his hand pressed to the back of your head. 

“I still slept with you though—“ Jake's lips ghosted your own as he smiled devilishly, rubbing the pad of his thumb behind your ear as he kept you leaning into him. “Three times actually, so I can’t be as bright as you think I am.” 

“Everyone’s got a kryptonite.” That’s what sent you and Jake into a frenzy, gripping onto each other like you were the last two people on earth, dizzy and needy. Your lips crashed against Jakes as his hand moved from the back of your head to the dip of your neck, holding you in a feverish kiss that honestly had you seeing stars. 

Your tongue danced with Jakes like you'd known him for a lifetime, before you pulled away to breath, to find your bearing and remember you were back at base. 

“What you saw today, that's an everyday occurrence, to me it's just become an occupational hazard, so unless you are single handedly going to change the stigma surrounding Female Agents, Lieutenant Seresin?” 

“That's Agent Seresin with the FBI to you Lieutenant Jackson.” You couldn't help but to scoff, shaking your head as you bit your bottom lip. 

“Do me a goddamn favour and get off my dick.” Jake just beamed, wrinkled his nose and balled his fist as if he were celebrating a victory of some sort, looking at you with such bright, love filled eyes. You were defending yourself, well–trying to, in the safety net of Jake Seresin. Your effort was met with a thousand watt grin, the corners of Jakes lips tucked ear to ear before he cooed three simple words that had you drooling.

“That's my girl.”

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[lvrfilm]

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

TOP GUN MAVERICK (2022)

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this - @siempre-bucky 💌

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in too deep - @sunlightmurdock 💌📖***

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better man - @sweetlittlegingy 💌📖***

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more hearts than mine - @fandomxpreferences ***

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what to expect - @topguncortez 📖💌***

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seeing red - @call-sign-jinx 📖💌***

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the longer that you stay, the ice is melting - @welcome-to-my-multiverse ***

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call sign: love - @hangmans-wingman ***

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[averyhotchner]

Avery's TopGun:Maverick recs pt.2

alrighty, almost 3 months later, here is my list of favourite TopGun: Maverick fics that no one asked for. like last time, it's mostly hangman, rooster and a bit of bobby boy. but i am slowly starting to fall for mickey and coyote.

please make sure to follow the age limit set by the writers!

jake "hangman" seresin

Fuck: The Universe (mini-series) by @roosterbruiser

okay maybe this is recency bias, because i did read this whole mini series yesterday and today, but still. it checks all the boxes, and of course i love the trope of jake is an ass to everyone but his girl, who also happens to be way better than him. also part 7 cracked me up.

real friends (series) by @starlightstories

i read real friends then found fuck: the universe, and i realized i really really really like the loverboy jake grumpy reader trope. i have no shame.

hey stupid, i love you (one shot) by @callsignseagull

okay this fic is very personal to me. i genuinely felt like the reader in this fic because i'm going through a very similar thing right now, and it tamed so many of my insecurities. i can't wait to reread soon!

loving you is... (series) by @demxters

guys frat hangman. that's all.

sleepy baby (series) by @discount-shades

the lengths at which this man goes just to find his princess, goals.

Where I'm From (one-shot) by @sometimes-i-write-good

sweet man jake, back at it again stealing hearts

Minimal Losses (series) by @ohtobeleah

this series and the rooster prequel NCIS ARE SO GOOD. im a sucker for this shit.

Sweet Nothings (series) by @sweetlittlegingy

yup! yup! yup! make sure you get your blood sugar checked before reading this because it's so damn sweeeeeet

Seeing Red (series) by @call-sign-jinx

picture this: its 2015, you're on wattpad and every single fic is a social media fic. but THIS? this is everything. the amount of work that goes into making a single text screenshot, not to mention the plot! its truly incredible and had be crying, laughing and sitting on the edge of my seat. i can't praise this series, and the other fics in this universe, enough.

yours (one-shot) by @theharddeck

this one... yeah its cute. but its down right sinful as well

bradley "rooster" bradshaw

I Will Always Love You (one-shot) by @amysteryspot

this one is short and sweet and honestly made me cry while eating my blt quarter pounder.

Pamper Night (on-shot) by @dagger-wren

okay this fic started as a cute little date night/self care night fic. BUT THEN, the ending had me falling in love with this dysfunctional squad. of course rooster and his girl are mom and dad, like who else.

Eat It, Twilight (one-shot) by @fandomxpreferences

okay i know this is a hangman fic, but i dont care. the rooster bff part was what i loved the most. also the plot is highlarious, and its probably because i was high when i read it, but still. chefs kiss.

Terms of Endearment (series) by @ohtobeleah

this series will be the death of me. each time a new chapter gets released im holding my breath on whether its gonna be all angst or all fluff. but either way i know its beautifully written.

And They Were Roommates (series) by @starryeyedstories

this. its hilarious and i cannot wait for more!

robert "bob" floyd

Christmas Gift (on-shot) by @call-sign-jinx

one of the most common bob fics i see is him with a teacher, and honestly i love it. who else would be as sweet and as patient as this man. i have the utmost respect for anyone who works in education, ESPECIALLY those who work with kids under 13. anyways, love this fic.

King of My Heart (one-shot) by @croimilis

dunk bob is the sweetest person ever!

Apple pie (mini-series) by @andorskenobi

the warning is very real, pls take it seriously <3

honorable mentions:

@sunlightmurdock @callsignvalley @toms-gf @make-me-imagine @callsignsaturn @madsnowstorm @jupitercomet @katsu28 @sehnsuchts-trunken @roosterforme (literally anything emily writes will be on a rec list i make)

i just wanna send my love to all the writers on this platform. whether you're just posting your first fic, or just finishing your 5th series, i appreciate you so much. i don't always have the time to comment and i'm dumb and don't understand how to reblog efficiently (working on it), but please know that all the effort and time you put in to making these works is truly admirable and i wish i was as talented as any of you.

okay thats all for now. i need to start making these more often cause theres so many i left out, i was just too lazy to scroll and find them.

[callmemana]

Jake Hangman Seresin Fanfic: 2

🚨Don’t forget to reblog your favorite fanfics to show your love to the creators! They work hard and deserve every bit of love🚨

🧡if you have any recs that you like and want me to add don’t be afraid to tell me!🧡

Key: smut - 🌸/ fluff - 🦋 / angst - ☂️/ personal favorite - 👓/

Antidotes & Poisons @girl-in-the-chairs-void 🦋☂️👓

Bad Medicine Series @topguncortez 🌸🦋☂️👓

Better Than A Lie @auroracalisto 🌸🦋☂️

Callsign: Love @captain-beskar 🌸🦋☂️

Can’t Unfeel That @theharddeck 🌸🦋

Come Fly With Me 2 3 4 5 6 @bxwitched 🌸🦋☂️

Cookies @rebelliousstories 🦋👓

Cowboys & Angels Series (sequel to Hang Your Halo) @emorychase 🌸🦋☂️ (OC)

Cut You Off @mrsjaderogers 🦋☂️👓

Dawn @call-sign-jinx 🦋👓

Dress @mrsjaderogers 🌸🦋👓

Drink Up Series @fandomxpreferences 🦋☂️👓

Eat It, Twilight @fandomxpreferences 🦋👓

Fuck Santa @gennyanydots 🦋👓

Fat Funny Friend @mrsjaderogers ☂️👓

Hang Your Halo Series @emorychase 🌸🦋☂️ (OC)

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not @fandomxpreferences 🌸🦋☂️

I Told You I Didn’t Want Kids @callsign-phoenix 🦋☂️👓 (pregnancy/+Bradley)

Is There Anyone Else? @floyd-luvr 🌸🦋☂️

Jealous @bradshaw-fanclub 🌸🦋☂️

Jealous Jake Series @seresinhangmanjake 🌸🦋☂️

Lay Me Down Again @bobfloydsbabe 🌸🦋👓 (OC)

Leave A Message @jupitercomet 🌸🦋☂️👓 (boxer au)

Loverboy @rassvetsky 🦋☂️

Loving You Is The Antidote @demxters 🦋☂️👓

Matching @rhettabbotts 🦋👓

Man Flu @twinklelilstarkey 🦋👓

Minimal Losses @ohtobeleah 🌸🦋☂️👓

Mister Seresin & I Series @roosterscock 🌸🦋☂️ (regency au)

One New Voicemail @jupitercomet 🌸🦋☂️👓

Only You 2 3 @whisperofsong 🦋☂️👓 (fem OC)

Operation Death Wish @footprintsinthesxnd 🌸🦋☂️👓 (+Bradley)

Puzzling @thesluttyarchivist 🌸🦋☂️

Rebel In My Soul @call-sign-jinx 🌸🦋☂️👓

Rebel In My Soul @call-sign-jinx 🌸🦋☂️👓 (2023)

Save A Horse, Ride An Aviator @vxntagedior 🌸🦋☂️👓

Say That To My Face @fandomxpreferences 🦋☂️

(Dad Jake)

Sunshine @call-sign-jinx 🦋

Stay 2 @callsign-phoenix 🦋☂️ (+Bradley)

Seeing Red Series @call-sign-jinx 🌸🦋☂️👓

Strictly Scandalous Masterlist @ohtobeleah 🌸🦋👓

Take It @bussyslayer333 🌸

The Reveal @mrsjaderogers 🌸🦋☂️👓

The One Who Never Stopped Loving Him @fandomxpreferences 🦋☂️👓

The Vegas Life Series @bradleybeachbabe ☂️👓 (mob au)

Tis The Damn Season @sweetlittlegingy 🦋☂️👓

What To Expect @topguncortez 🌸🦋☂️👓

Wet Thoughtz @entertainmentgal8 🌸 (curvy PoC fem reader +Bob)

You Make It Feel Like Christmas @callsignvoodoo 🦋👓

[justalonelyslytherin]

how about........strangers to friends to lovers with jake seresin?

I first read this as enemies to friends to lovers and was like 'Alright, yeah I know exactly how this is going.' And then I realized it says strangers and not enemies. Good that I noticed before actually answering this. And thank you so much for sending this in!

Never mind if it's strangers or enemies, the start of this story would be the same: The Academy. Not for Jake and Reader tho in this case, but for Jake and Reader's older brother. Both of them are in the same year/class at the academy. Perhaps they share a room together. What they definitely share is the same goal: Becoming naval aviators.

It's this shared goal that clues them together and creates a great bond that surpasses the academy and follows them into adult life. But before that, they are best friends at the academy. And through his best friend Jake gets to know the Reader.

Jake comes from far away, while the Reader and her brother are from the area around the Academy. Thus Jake finds himself spending a lot of the little free time they have, at their home.

His contact with her stays surprisingly intact - as nothing but friends for now - the first few years after graduation, which can be attributed to the fact that he and his buddy get assigned to the same squadron. More so than that they are each other's wingman. Their off time is spent hopping between their families. Over the years it shifts more towards them visiting Jake's family together and it is in that time that he loses contact to the Reader entirely (for a reason also because she and her brother have minimal contact in that time)

And then it happens. There is an accident. A bad one. And Jake loses his wingman and best friend. But he isn't the only one who lost someone. The Reader is now completely alone. She's had a falling out with her parents (the reason why it was partly strained between her brother and her too). Jake sees her at the funeral for the first time in years. He remembers the last thing his wingman said to him: "Look after her for me."

And so Jake takes her in, they are there for each other in their guilt. Jake helps her with the feeling of being completely alone now, he is there for her when no one else is and she helps him with the guilt of the accident, that it wasn't his fault.

It's a long and tiring process to work through their grief but it makes them stronger and closer. The shift between them is subtle at first but steady and over time the lines get blurred. From friends, they turn to lovers.

Years down the path, after the loss of brother and friend, Jake gets a package. In it are a letter and a ring. Both were from his late friend. As if he had known that one day Jake wouldn't just be his friend and wingman but also his brother in spirit and in law.

[djs8891]

What Jake imagines when he finds out she’s going undercover 🫠😍

[ohtobeleah]

Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter Five: Self Reflection & Play Pretend

Summary: Phoenix extends an open invitation to wing night at the Hard Deck. Jake puts his foot in something he knows he can resolve and you struggle with feelings of self doubt.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x FBI!f!reader. Mentions of Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!reader from NCIS. Small amount of angst.

Word Count: 4.7k

Author Note: Smashed this beauty out today. A little bit of a filler chapter but it’s warm and warranted before we head on into the drama. MASTERLIST

The warmth of the water had never felt so good against your aching muscles. You couldn't remember a time where you had been this sore before, this stiff. As you let the water cascade down your aching body, you let out a less than gentle sigh as you stood straight under the hot stream, you, only for a brief moment, sobbed. Cupping your hand over your mouth so the pathetic whimpers that were sure to escape couldn't be heard by any of the other female aviators getting changed and showered and ready to head home after what could only be described as a gruelling day. Not that there were many women hanging about in the female locker room to begin with. 

“Hey Kas!” Phoenix knocked against the door of the stall you were in, having seen you head in only a few minutes ago. “You did good this afternoon.” When you and Jake had gotten back to base, it was business as usual–which meant there was still enough daylight left for two more runs. “Hangman said you only used two spew bags.” You could hear the subtle taunt in Natasha's voice as she leaned her back up against your door. “Out of all of us though Hangman used to spew his guts up the most, it would shock us all how much that man could hold in his stomach.” 

You couldn't help but you smile as the quiet sobs you let escape into your palm turned into laughter of some sort. The tears you shed mixed with the water that rained down from the shower head and soon enough, you were inhaling a grounding breath to keep yourself from falling apart at the seams. 

“I still much prefer to keep my feet on the ground.” You replied, rubbing your eyes, collecting yourself from the few second breakdown you’d allowed yourself to have behind the safeguard of the shower door. “But thanks, I appreciate it.” 

“You coming to the Hard Deck for a few beers?” Phoenix asked as she heard the water shut off from inside the shower stall. “A bunch of us are heading over to grab a bite to eat, Tuesday is wing russian roulette wing night.” It was an intriguing addition to the offer. “Heard through the scuttlebutt that Hangman was gonna ditch but said if you were going he’d be there in a heartbeat.” Phoenix took her opportunity to sweeten the deal, smirking as you opened the shower and stared right at her smirking smug face. “What's going on between you two, agent?” 

“Nothings going on–” You lied through your teeth as you bent over to flip your hair up into a towel, wrapping it up and over your head as you stood back up. “But I mean, if you're inviting me out, I can come, I'm not doing anything tonight.” In all honesty you were just going to head back to your dorm. You quite liked the fact you were the only one who lived on the floor at the moment, you got the whole place to yourself. “Russian Roulette huh?” 

“Penny puts a hot wing in with a bunch of others, it's pretty much always Bob who's the unlucky bastard who seems to find it.” You couldn't hold your laughter in as you tried to apply your moisturizer. Phoenix still stood in the doorway, leaning against the threshold of the shower with her arms crossed softly over her chest. She was already dressed and ready to go, a pair of jeans, causal jumper, hair down after being pulled back in that tight regulation bun all damn day. “It’ll be good to see you mix in with the crowd, get to know the people who have your back a little more?” Phoenix, although she’d enticed you enough already with her proposition to join the gang at the Hard Deck for dinner, still seemed to want to keep pushing reasons on you to attend. “And all things considered Lieutenant Jackson, for what it's worth I think you're doing a great job for someone who's not who she says she is.” Phoenix pressed her lips together as you turned to face her for a moment, a sadness in your eyes more evident than ever before. “I'll see you at the Hard Deck Kasper.” 

Phoenix, with all her pride and strength, turned on her heels to leave you to get changed when you called out for her. 

“Natasha?” Your voice was barely above a mumble. 

“Yeah?” Phoenix turned in her place, looking back at how your shoulders seemed to slump in on themselves. It wasn't hard to see that the weight of the world was resting on your shoulders today.  

“How did you do it?” 

“Do what?”

“All this? I mean—what do you do on the days you don't feel as confident or as fearless or powerful as you normally do?” Phoenix knew it was more of a cry for help than a genuine question. You were struggling to cope with the pressure of this assignment and she could physically see it written all over your tired face. 

“I pretend.” Phoenix replied with a genuine tone. She wasn't even saying it just to boost your conference, she was telling the truth. “I'm one of five female TopGun graduates Agent kas.” Phoenix explained as she watched you unwrap your hair. “And if you haven't noticed we’re the only two women standing in this locker room.” You had noticed early on that Miramar was far more testosterone based than it was oestrogen. It felt like the bureau, just with less agents and more aviators. “I work with all men who are just great but they suck and on the days I don't feel particularly myself, I pretend because you gotta fake it till you make it–” Phoenix paused as she heard the boisterous laughter of Rooster and Hangman walking past the locker room. Most likely on their way out. Phoenix saw the way the corner of your lips turned up into a cheesy grin at the sound of Jake's laugh. You were smitten for the man, Phoenix could see it clear as day. “Or else you cry yourself to sleep and who the hell wants to do that Kas?”

It was exactly what you needed to hear as Phoenix left you to finish getting ready, her words playing through your head on a loop as you got dressed. Wondering if the outfit you'd put together was in fact an outfit or if you'd fallen into the trap of pinterest fashion. Was this an outfit? Or was it just skinny girl rhetoric being shoved down society's throat. You'd never really know and you didn't have time to find anything else to wear. 

“Pretend Kas, just pretend.” You mumbled to yourself, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you pulled your shirt over your head. “Fake it till you make it.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Bradley Bradshaw had seen his wife do a lot of dangerous stuff in the years he’d known her. She’d been held at gunpoint in the very bar they now stood in now amongst his colleagues and friends, she’d been shot on more occasions than he could count of both his hands—scares littered her body like fragmented polka dots, reminding him that although she knew what she was doing most of the time, she was still very much a mortal woman who bled just the same. 

But as Bradley stood back and watched his wife laugh with Jake Seresin about something they both shared a common interest in—making Bradley their comedic target, he paused and had to remind himself that although his Naval Criminal Investigative Service hot headed agent of a wife was a force to be reckoned with, the most dangerous thing he’d ever seen her do in all the time he’d known her……was carry his unborn daughter. 

“Oh, that feels so good.” The corner of Bradley's lips curled upright into the corners of his cheeks as he grinned into the junction of his wife’s shoulder, kissing her supple skin as he wrapped his arms around her sides and took the pressure of the weight of their unborn child off her. Holding her stomach up as she leaned back into him. “You’re not allowed to move ever again, we’re staying like this forever.” 

“You’ve really started to pop haven’t you.” Jake beamed, admiring the Bradshaw couple as they swayed gently, soon to be first time parents. “Not long to go now Gibbs.” 

“Hmm—“ Bradley knew what to expect out of his loving wife’s mouth, he’d heard it far too many times not to expect it. But when she didn’t retaliate and remind Hangman that her name was Bradshaw now and had been for a while—Bradley was stunned. “I'm gonna let that one slide because I feel like I’m floating.” 

“Holy shit you’ve disarmed her.” Jake chuckled as he pressed his lips the beer bottle he held in his hand. “Stay there forever Rooster, happy wife, happy Hangman.” 

“How’d your little excursion go with Kas earlier?” The better half of Bradley Bradshaw asked as Jake spotted your walking in the front doors of the Hard Deck. He watched with a glint in his eye as you searched around the expanse of the pub packed to the rafters with naval riff raff, searching for a familiar face to coax you through the nervousness that threatened to consume you entirely. 

Jake Seresin forgot how to breathe for a mere minute as he watched a smile so pure creep across your face at the fact you’d spotted Bob and Fanboy over by the dart board. Kindly and with all the good graces in your body you made your way over to the two weapon’s systems officers who both wore smiles just as big as yours. Excited to see you’d taken up the offer of wing night Phoenix had extended.

But it was ultimately your laugh that put the breath inside of his lungs again. It was like he’d lept in the light of the San Diego sun that beamed through the windows of the Hard Deck as it set. 

“Hello? Earth to Hangman—?” 

“Sorry Gibbs.” Jake shook his head, rattling his brain back to reality as he took notice to the way the NCIS agent who’s become like a sister to him cradled her hand over Roosters, splayed out across the bottom half of her swollen stomach like they held their world in the palms of their hands. “It was fine, some of the guys were a little harsh on her when we were briefed on this new bullet that’s hit the ground running—“ 

“Cop killers?” 

“The very ones.” Jake confirmed as he took another sip of his beer, watching you sit between Mickey and Bob out of the corner of his eye. Casually having a conversation about something that was maintaining one hundred percent of your undivided attention. “I know why you partnered her up with me now.” 

“She lacks confidence, something you need to have in order to be an effective candidate for field work.” Gibbs confessed as she lulled her head into Bradley’s chest. “God this is like crack—“ Closing her eyes as she swayed and enjoyed the fact her husband was carrying the overbearing weight of their unborn child. “I thought with you having a surplus that she could borrow some of yours.” Gibbs teased. “You really like her though— don’t you, Bagman?” 

“Shut up—“ Jake groaned, squinting his eyes as he took yet another sip of his beer. “I don’t.” He tried to deny the inevitable. But Jake knew his hullshit wasn’t flying with the Bradshaws. They knew how to read him like an open book. 

“Sure as hell wasn’t the type I envisioned you chasing after.” Bradley added as Jake glared his way. The three of them stood by the nook in the back where the sea breeze hit just right for the seven month pregnant woman Jake and Bradley would lay their lives down for. “I asked Kas if she had any sunscreen on her when I passed her on changeover and her response was of course, we’ve got holes in the ozone that we put there ourselves and the poles are a no-go now, earth's cooking itself.” Bradley repeated the remark you’d made to him about how he should really have his own sunscreen, but all Jake did was smile in response. 

He loved that, so much. 

“She’s definitely one of a kind.” It wasn’t that the Bradshaws weren’t good company, they were—it’s just that you’d managed to consume every part of Jakes being since he first saw you. There wasn’t a moment he didn’t want to spend next to you, getting to know you, on top of you or below you. “And on that note, I’m gonna go see what the prodigy herself is up to.” Jake was heading off in the direction of his partner within seconds of announcing his own departure, leaving Bradley and his wife in the dust of their conversation. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this before, have you?” Bradley couldn’t help but to let out a deep sigh against his wife’s shoulder as he cradled her growing baby bump from behind. 

“Nope—never thought I’d see the day.” He admitted honestly. There was a small part of Bradley who held a little fear in his heart for Jake. He’d been the guy sitting in the waiting room far too many times to count and he wouldn’t wish that stress on anyone. But with the job title his wife held and with the blooming endgame Bradley saw playing out before his very eyes, he wished he could pull Jake aside, ask him if he could really handle it, before letting him make his own choices. You were young and bright and far more brilliant than what met the naked eye, but that didn’t equate to minimal losses. 

Braldey Bradshaw just prayed Jake could hold you tight, hold you close, hold you endlessly and with enough conviction that it outweighed all the doubts and fears and losses he’d surely face being madly in love with a woman whose life’s mission was to keep people safe, risking her own in the process. 

“You know I can’t stay like this forever right?” Bradley mumbled against his wife’s shoulder, feeling the palms of her hands clamp down on his splayed hands a little more as he chuckled against the spot he’d just peppered kisses with. She didn’t ask for help often, she handled most of her own healing on her own, but when she did need someone? That’s when he knew it was bad. If she needed this? For him to take the weight for just a minute more? He knew she needed it more than she could find the words to articulate it. 

“Unless you want a divorce Bradley, I suggest you reconsider your options.” Her pleas just came out in an empty threat. Bradley nodded, playing the part in his wife’s life he was always meant to play. The doting husband and best friend, the cheerleader that cheered on his wife as she caught bad guys and prepared to give birth to a whole human. His daughter, his baby girl. 

If Bradley Bradshaw had come to realise one thing in life it was that women were crazy, batshit even. But they were stronger than men in every aspect, in every sense of the word. So he did as he was told and stayed put, watching over his wife’s shoulder as his best friend wrapped his arm around the woman who unknowingly held his whole heart in the palm of her hand, grinning to himself as Jake smiled down at you as you smiled up. Beaming at each other like an electrical circuit had just been connected. 

Jake Seresin had fallen in love, Bradley could see it smeared across his poster boy face as clear as day. 

“Yes ma’am—“ Braldey whispered as he held his unborn daughter's kick against his palm. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~**~***~

There was a certain level of confidence that just oozes off Jake as he carefully and ever so casually draped his arm across your shoulders as you sat with Bob and Fanboy at the small round bar table over by the dart board. He’s intoxicating and he damn well knows it too. 

“Hi Kas.” It comes out almost like a purr as Jake gives you all his attention for a few fleeting moments, allowing himself to admire your beauty that’s sandwiched between the two idiots to the left and right of you. “Boys, mind if I join the club?” 

“I was just asking if the guys had any interesting tips on how not to throw up.” You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you spoke up to Jake, his eyes lingering from your eyes to your lips as you spoke. “So far I know that bananas taste the same coming up as they do going down so I’ll be sure to try that one for breakfast.” 

“You’re cute sweetheart—real cute, but I don’t want my cockpit smelling like Bananas.” The casual compliment had you swooning, wrinkling your nose as you squinted your eyes and puffed your chest out a little in defence of yourself. 

“As opposed to the vomit it smells like currently?” Bob interjected. “I’d take the smell of bananas over the smell of spoiled acidic food any day of the week.” All you did was sigh in miserable defeat as you let yourself fall forward to the tabletop, extinguishing an groan as Jake laughed and came around to sit in front of you. 

“I can’t keep doing this to myself, my unit chief is gonna think I developed some sort of eating disorder by the time I head back to Quantico.” 

“I used to throw up every flight I took for six months, Kas, it’s honestly no big deal.” Fanboy tried his best to convince you that it really wasn’t that big of a deal. “Besides, isn’t the schedule moving up? I thought we were packing duffels and shipping out as of tomorrow.” 

That has been the debrief. You and Jake had been lucky enough to have had an earlier opportunity to process the information, the others however had not. By the time you were getting back for afternoon exercises the team were just being summoned for an impromptu debriefing with the admirals. 

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t stop trying to not be sick?” Jake replied from across the table. “Next time we go up she’ll try again, fail again and then she’ll fail better next time, right Kas.” You couldn’t tell if Jake had meant to blatantly insult you behind a Mirage of humour, but he had. So when you didn’t meet his grin with your own? He knew he’d said something that had accidentally been interpreted as something he didn’t mean it as. “You know what that didn’t come out the way I’d hoped it would, what I meant was—“

“I’m gonna grab a drink and order some food.” You instantly deflected as you cut Jake off in the middle of his sentence. He watched with stunned eyes as you stood and tried to hide the hurt that smeared itself across your face as you tucked your hand into your jean pockets and smiled. Pretending. “I was promised wings and wings I will devour until my heart's content.”

“Kasper–” Jake groaned as he watched you turn without so much as acknowledging him. “Oh my god–” 

“Dude, what the hell even was that?” Mickey whisper-shouted across the table as Jake held a hand up to his forehead, taking his temperature to make sure he wasn't sick. He felt sick, like he was going to pass out, his face felt flushed and his hearing seemed to be a little impaired as he heard his own voice ringing out from his guilty conscience. ‘You idiot, you idiot, you idiot.’ Nope not sick, just an idiot. “I've never seen you fumble what I'm assuming was supposed to be a compliment so badly before.” 

“Incredible performance Bagman, truly.” Bob sighed, he thought there was more to Jake then met the eye but apparently he was as shallow as a kiddy pool, just like he’d always thought. “All you had to say was she’d get used to it? Why’d you have to go and be a dick about it?” 

“I'm gonna go apologise before she tells Penny what an idiot I am and sabotages my wings–like fuck am I getting that hot wing.” Jake stood with his shoulders slumped and the same clampy hands he’d experienced back at the precinct. You made him nervous beyond comprehension and not because he was scared of you in particular. You scared him because you were the only person Jake Seresin cared enough about to worry what they thought about him.  

He wanted you to like him as much as he liked you. The idea that the feelings he were experiencing for the first time in his life had him panicked that they might only be one sided. 

Jake cautiously approached the bar as you ordered your food with Penny, he was going to pretend that he didn't see the way Penny side eyed him as he came to stand behind you. Moving your hair across to one side of your neck before he decided it wouldn't be all that bold of him to kiss the nap of your neck gently and ever so apologetically. 

“Kas–” All you did was brush Jake off, shrugging him back and off your neck as you turned around to face him. Pocketing the change Penny had given you in your wallet as you grumbled under your breath. “

“Listen, in the future if you wanna insult me? You can just go ahead and do it, you don't have to disguise the put down with humour.” Jake was completely and utterly stunned as you brushed past him and headed in the direction of the front doors. Making no attempt to listen to what he had to say for himself. 

“Y/n, hold up a minute will you?” Hot on your tail as Jake pushed past people who unintentionally got in his way, he followed you out to the front deck of the Hard Deck. “I didn't mean what I said to come across as a put down.” 

“I don't wanna hear it, Lieutenant Seresin.” Oh, oh no that wasn't good at all. Jake paused as he watched you take a seat on one of the empty stools that sat scattered around the patio bar, turning to face the view of the ocean that wasn't too far in the distance. “You can go back inside, enjoy your night with your colleagues, I'm sure you're tired of living in a fantasy world with the FBI.”

“Hold up–can we back track for a minute here.” Jake frowned as he took a few strides towards where you sat trying to ignore his ever looming presence. It was hard to ignore Jake Seresin though when he was spinning the stool you sat on around so you were facing him. Trapping you between his muscular, tan and ever so intoxicating arms as he leaned in to rest his hands on the top of the patio bar. “What are you really lashing out about? Because something I said, that was completely misconstrued mind you–is not what has your pretty panties all twisted up in a bunch.” Your jaw hung open for a few seconds as you tried to compute what Jake had just said. 

“You’re infuriating, you know that?” It was hard to admit you were taking your own insecurities about your self worth out on Jake. He could tell there was something stirring in that brilliant yet insecure mind of yours. You knew what he was doing though as he held your gaze, kept a stern look on his face as your eyes trailed the expanse of his stupidly handsome features. 

“Would you believe me if I told you that you're not the first person to tell me that fact about myself?”Jake teased back as you bit your bottom lip to top yourself from snacking back. “Now what's going on?” There were a few silent moments that passed the pair of you by, but inevitably, you gave into the charming ways of the Naval Aviator who had secretly stolen your heart. 

“I don't think I have what it takes to figure this guy out, I’m inexperienced and out of my depth and I can feel myself losing control and I don't know how I’m meant to–” Jakes lips were crashing against yours before you could finish spewing up everything that had been rattling around in your mind all day. It was a kiss full of love and kindness and patience, all of which you hadnt been to yourself the last few days. 

Jake wasn't going anywhere anytime soon either, when you went to pull away all he did was move his hands from the back of the bar that kept you trapped in your stool up to cup your cheeks, holding you against his lips until he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for more. More you gave him. 

Jake set the pace and you followed willingly as he kissed you slow and soft as the San Diego sunset across the horizon of the Hard Deck. But much like all your moments with Jake, it was fleeting. 

“Listen, I'm gonna tell you something about yourself and you’re gonna listen alright?” Jake's hands were still cupping your face, the pads of his thumbs working to caress the apples of your cheeks softly as he spoke sense into you. 

“Are you about to profile the profiler?” 

“If you’ll shut up for five seconds and let me say what I have to say?” That had you sitting up a little straighter in pure surprise, did that just turn you on a little? “You think nobody believes in you, you think that people think you've lost again and again and again, that the lights are cut off on you and wherever your career was heading because you've got no spine.” 

“Jake–” It came out meeker than you had meant it to, but Jake didn't let you interrupt as he watched your shoulders slump, as he watched the glint in your eyes fade into nothing and bore witness to your ability to mask your true feelings finally faltered. Jake Seresin had tapped into a vulnerable nerve that had you falling apart at the seams instantly. 

“Kas, you’re still looking at your dream though, you wanna be the best at what you do because that's all I’ve ever wanted to be, the best– I know you keep reviewing it every damn day and I know you keep telling yourself when you look in the mirror every morning that it ain't over until you win.” 

“You’d make a pretty good profile, Agent Seresin.” Jake beamed so bright at you you swore you felt your heart skip a beat. He was intoxicating. “Now to clarify here, I wasn't saying you're always going to be a failure, what I meant to say was you'll fail so many times that soon enough you're gonna get it right. And when you get it right you would have faulted so many times before, you'll never wanna fail again and you'll be the very best of all of us.” 

If you could go back in time and tell yourself that you'd fall in love with the man you thought you were only going to have a one night stand with, you'd laugh at yourself because one, you didn't have one night stands and two, no man would ever look at you like you hung the all the star in the night sky just for him. But yet here you were, with Jake, and he was looking at you like you sent his heart straight out of his world. 

“I think I'm genuinely growing fond you, old man.” Was all you said in response as you pulled Jake closer to you by his belt buckle. Kissing him deeper and slower and more seductive than he had kissed you just before. When he let a soft moan escape into your mouth you took the open opportunity to wrap your arms up and around his neck, speaking into Jake's mouth as he pulled away for just a second to ghost his lips across yours. 

“Far too fond for me to hide.”

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[ohtobeleah]

Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter three // Protect Your Own

Summary: Jake spends the night and enjoys an even better morning only to come face to face in real time just how easily you can be overlooked. Defending your honour.

Warnings: SMUT! female receiving oral. Jake Seresin x female reader. Criminal Minds crossover.

Word Count: 4.5k

Author Note: Don’t forget this series is set in the same universe as NCIS // Bradley Bradshaw MASTERLIST

“You snore—“ It was the way Jake's morning tone sounded in your ear that had your heart fluttering in your chest. “Don’t even try to deny it.” You couldn’t help chuckle through your nose as your lips curled into a soft smirk. His Texan drawl was way more prominent in the early hours of the morning. 

“You talk in your sleep.” You retaliated. Pushing back into Hangman as he tightened his arms around your waist, you back flush against his chest as morning wood pressed heavily into the curve of your ass. “You have underlying father issues.” You hadn’t even opened your eyes and you were already profiling Jake. He smirked into your neck as he peppered butterfly-like kisses against the supple skin of the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “You were mumbling about him in your sleep.” 

“Not usually the pillow talk I’m used to but it’ll have to do.” Jake was quick to manoeuvre himself on top of you. His muscular arms on either side of your shoulders as he hovered over you. “Tell me more about myself?” In the change of position the blanket that had been covering your chest had fallen down, exposing your tits in the process.

“Go on, profile me.” As Jake ducked his head to wrap his lips around your nipples. Sucking gently as a gasped escaped your slightly parted lips. 

“You have commitment issues—“ That was an easy one to pick. Jake raised his eyebrows as you looked up at you with a mouthful of your breast and hummed in confirmation. “You don’t love easily.” Okay, that one was a little tougher. You let your hands card through Jake's golden locks as he changed breasts. Paying some much needed attention to your other breast. “You find it really hard to let others know you care.” 

“Because I don’t.” It wasn't true in the slightest bit, Jake cared about those he was close to. His family, his friends, he just showed it in different ways. He wouldn't come out and tell Natasha Phoenix Trance he cared about her, but he'd never let her leave the Hard Deck unattended. He wouldn't tell Rober Bob Floyd that he cared, but he’d definitely go out of his way to be his wingman on a night out if he saw the shyer than most backseater blushing bashfully at one of the bartenders. He cared, he just wouldn't say it. 

“Is that the hill you’re willing to die on?” You softly moaned in Jake's ear as his lips trailed up from the valley of your breasts up to your neck before making his way back to your lips. Loving up every inch of you in the early hours of the morning. “Because if so, you’ll die a less than noble death Hangman.” 

“Tell me more about myself.” He was relentless in his assault, soft and completely committed to making you feel like the only woman he’d ever laid his hands on. You were a smart enough girl to know Jake Seresin had been around the block a few times, but what you did know was that Jake was usually a one and done guy–he didn't do second dates, if you'd call burgers and banging a second date. “You’re a smart girl, got me all figured out huh?” 

“Easy to figure out when you're an open book.” You tried to tease as Jake slowly but sure made his way down your torso, leaving soft kisses in his wake as he slipped between your legs under the covers. “Jake–” 

“Love how you say my name.” It was like music to his ear, a symphony made just for him. With butterfly-like kisses trailing down your inner thigh, Jake turned his attention to your core–heat radiating as you hook your legs over his shoulders. “And I've always had a sweet tooth.” He smirked before blowing cool air against your sensitive bundle of nerves, bolting you down to the bed with one hand on your lower abdomen as you jolted from the sensation. “Needy little thing aren't you?” 

“Please–” You whined before Jake licked a single stripe up your core, collecting all your nectar. “Ohh–” Jake could feel himself throbbing in his boxer briefs, deciding to grind his hips down against your mattress as he began to slowly eat you out. “Oh my gosh–” Coaxing you out of your somewhat reserved shell with every passing moment he paid attention to your core. “Jake ohhh myy–ahhh.” 

“Feel good does it?” It was his way of reminding you he very much enjoyed foreplay, that giving head was just as good as receiving it. That it wasn't always about the destination, but the journey it took to get there. “Come on, don't hold back from me–I know you can give me more.” Jake was urging you to break free from the shell you used to protect yourself, his tone was soft and comforting as he removed his hand from your lower abdomen as slowly interested just one finger between your folds. “You don’t ever have to hide from me, tell me how it feels baby.” The term of endearment fell easily from Jake's lips as he continued to dive between your legs. Pumping his single digit in a harmonious rhythm as your rips bucked up to meet the hilt of his finger–fucking yourself. “You gotta tell me how it feels gorgeous.” 

“Feels–” Shy, you were so utterly shy when it came to vocalising exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted during sex. It had never been something you were inherently good at nor felt entirely comfortable doing. But Jake? He brought out a side in you that had remained dormant until he made it his life mission to get to know you when he’d seen you all by your lonesome reading at one of the booths at the Hard Deck. “Feels amazing, pl–please keep going.” 

“Wasn't planning on stopping until your cum is dripping down my chin.” The way he spoke to you in such a manor made the coil inside you tighten. Noone had ever spoken to you like Jake did, with such intent and such passion. “But what if I were to do this, huh?” Another digit was added into the mix, stretching you out as your hands flew to Jake's hair. Pulling on the golden mess of bed hair that looked so good, invoking a sudden hiss to escape Jake's mouth before he was back at work sucking against your clit. Working you towards your orgasm. 

“Oh god oh god, yes! Ohhhhh Jake, please don't stop!” You were too far gone to be worrying about what Jake thought of you, all you cared about was chasing the high he was coaxing you towards, curling his fingers into your velvet walls as his tongue flicked and lips sucked around your clit. Sensitive and throbbing. “I'm gonna cum–” It was his sign to continue doing exactly what he was doing. Never faulting for a damn second no matter how much his jaw ached or how badly he wanted to relieve himself.``Please–oh my gosh oh my gosh–” The best form of encouragement was always praise, in Jake's mind anyway. If you were close he’d keep going until you were there. “Oh sugar! Ahhh I’m cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! ahhh–” again, it was the best sound, an orchestra strung together just for him. Your fingers carded between Jake's hair as you tugged a litter hard, riding your high. “Ohhh–” 

Jake had never tasted something so sweet before, something so addictive. He couldn't get enough of the way you were grinding your hips against his face in search of more relief. Your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami that had been building and building under the pressure of Jake's tongue. 

“God, where have you been all my life?” Jake sighed as he made his way up your body, his lips tasting of yourself as he placed a gentle kiss against your lips. 

“Probably in school.” You taunted having remembered how taken aback Jake had been when you told him you’d been a child prodigy. “You're like ten years older than me.” with a slack jaw, Jake looked at you like you’d just called him a fossil. 

“I'm thirty three sweetheart, not that old.” 

“I'm twenty six, it's still a very considerable age difference if you do the maths.” It was as instant and as comfortable as ever as Jake laid his head between the valley of your breasts, letting you combs your nails through his hair. “I think I see some greys coming through pops.” 

“Oh okay you can cut that shit off right now Kas.” Jake stared up at you from his place on your chest. “We should probably get ready for work huh?” 

“You wanna shower with me before you—“ You cut yourself off in the middle of your thought process. “Wait, you’re going straight from here to work? You don’t have any clothes?” 

“Got a spare suit in my locker.” Jake was quick to sooth your concern. “Gonna have to pass on the offer as much as I’d like to.” Groaning as he pushed himself up onto his knees, you drank in the sight of his torso. Chiselled to perfection. “Like what you see?” Wiggling his eyebrows, Jake swore that bashful smile you wore was his favourite, he loved to taunt and he loved to tease. “I’ll pack you a few extra barf bags under your seat.” Jake sighed as he hopped off your bed, searching for his clothes as you eyed him off. Holding yourself up on your elbows. “We’re doing advanced dog fighting manoeuvring sometime today and I don’t feel like being your target.” 

“You’ll probably miss out if I can help it.” Pushing the sheets to the side as you let your legs fall over the side of your bed. “You have to come sign some paperwork down at the precinct before you liaise with the NCIS and the FBI, you know—in case you die or something.” 

“Should I bring my badge?” Slipping into his sweatpants, Jake sent you a Cheshire like grin. “I’m kidding.” He teased as he stood up, kissing your cheek. “I already know the answer was one hundred percent yes.” 

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It was the luck of the drawer and you most certainly had not been lucky. You hadn’t been able to time your trip to the precinct with Jake at the same time you were scheduled for more flight training. Your run time was only an hour long but god it felt like an eternity. 

“So, Kasper—what’s it like flying with Hangman?” Coyote's voice came through strong on the comms. Unlike yesterday when the only people in the sky had been people completely privy to your situation, today you were amongst a mixed goodie bag of pilots. 

“Uh, yeah it’s interesting—my last front seater was a lot more reserved, didn’t like to push the envelope as much as Ja—“ You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before Jake was inverting the super hornet just for fun, because he could. 

“Uh I’m sorry lieutenant Jackson what was that?” You couldn’t see Jake's smirk but you could hear it as he dropped a little unexpectedly, causing you to squeal for a brief moment until he reoriented. “Thought I heard you talking smack back there.” He didn’t have to turn around to know all the colour from your body had drained. Your stomach had gone haywire and before you knew it? You were filling one of those emergency vomit bags. 

“Poor girl’s suffering more than any of us ever had to damn.” Coyote chuckled as he heard you emptying the contents of your stomach, it wasn’t as bad as yesterday though. “Come on man, take it easy on her she’s had enough—“ 

“Jake, my nose is bleeding.” It was the way you said it that had Jake wiping the smile from his face in an instant. “I think I need to—“ You didn’t even need to finish your sentence before Hangman was radioing in. 

“This is Hangman and Kasper, we’re requesting an early landing—Kasper here’s sprung a leak.” Range control granted permission to land and you’d never been more thankful. 

“Fuck if it’s that easy, I’ve gotta take a crap can I request permission to land early?” The difference between Coyote and Hangman were two very prominent things that led to the answers they received. One being Jake was privy to all aspects of this mission, he was your partner as much as he was your front seater. And two? He’d already managed to rack up an extra fifty hours of flight time which meant he truly didn’t need to worry about an early landing. Coyote however, was neither privy nor had additional hours banked. He shouldn’t have been as disappointed as he was when he received a negative back from range control. 

“I’m assuming you’re here for Y/n and Lieutenant Seresin?” Admiral Bates didn’t have to turn his head as he addressed Agent Bradshaw upon her arrival. He could recognise her footsteps. 

“How’s she holding up?” She asked inquisitively as her eyes caught sight of Jake coming down the tarmac helping to guide you as you held your head back trying to stop the Fossett that your nose had become. 

“For someone impersonating a naval aviator I pray she’s better at her own job than the one she’s trying to pass herself off as.” 

“What did you do to her!” Jake would have put his hands up In defence as the heavy pregnant better half of the bradshaw bunch came at him like a steam train—but he kept them on you, guiding you instead. “Jake, I need her in one piece, you can’t be thrashing her around for the fun of it!” It was the slap to the back of the head that really had you laughing. 

“Okay Woah!” Jake huffed. “One, don’t hit me like that and two, I didn’t know her nose was gonna bleed like this!” Helping you sit down on a vacant chair before darting off to grab the convenient box of tissues sitting underneath the whiteboard Mav used to draw really bad graphics. “God did they even ask if you were afraid of flying before you signed on to do this?”

“We did—“ Agent Bradshaw chuckled to herself as you stuffed tissues into your nose. “Her answer was she flew jet blue, and that was good enough for me to not put DiNozzo in a plane with you.” 

“I’m fine, just give me a minute and I’ll be golden.” Sighing you kept your head back. “I’m really just hoping I don’t have to get on a plane while aboard.” 

“Considering you're losing about a litre of blood out your nose Dr, I’m sure we can make some adjustments to the arrangements to ensure minimal flight time.” Agent Bradshaw cooed as he rubbed her belly softly. “I need you both at the precinct once you're cleaned up, Jake has paperwork to sign and the rest of your team to meet.” Jake raised his brows in disbelief when Rooster's wife had called you Dr. “Have either of you seen my husband anywhere?” 

“Can’t say I have ma’am.” You groaned as you felt like the bleeding was slowing down. “But yeah, we’ll go over now.” Agent Bradshaw didn’t stick around too long after that, she left in search of her husband. “God, I’m not cut out for this—“ Your glasses seemed pointless to be wearing right now, ripping them off your face in a huff you folded them into the pocket of your flight suit. Jake's eyes trailed down to where your name tag was—it read Jackson as if that was your real name. 

“Why did Gibbs call you Dr?” Jake questioned as he kneeled before you, helping to clean your face from the blood that had started to dry. “What haven’t you told me? I know you’re some sort of prodigy, but still? You’re too young to have gone to medical school.” 

“PHD’s Hangman, three of them.” It wasn’t that you weren’t going to tell him, it’s just whenever people found out they treated you differently. 

“You really are some sort of genius aren’t you?” Jake's eyes never faulted as he helped clean you up. It was a nice change to the recoil most men gave you when they found out you were indefinitely brilliant minded. 

“Uh, I don’t necessarily believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified—“ You tried to explain as you fort of getting lost in Jake's eyes. “But I do have an IQ of one hundred and eighty seven and an eidetic memory which means I can read over twenty thousand words per minute.” Silence, Jake Seresin stared at you in utter silence before he cleared his throat. 

“Yeah well not to blow my own horn or anything but I was the top of my maths class all through college.” He beamed, it brought out such an addictive laugh from you. Jake swore then and there he’d do just about anything to hear your laugh. “Still pretty good at it too—“

“So you’re a maths kid then? Is that what you’re telling me, Hangman?” The way you looked at him, Jake could barely keep it together. It was the way you wanted to see him for all that he was and not just who he thought people wanted him to be. You valued his identity—something he’d always struggled to identify. Something he’d always been torn over. 

He was undeniably falling fast and falling hard. Jake had never known this feeling before—it was uncharacteristic for him to want to spend all his waking moments with someone. Usually the type to turn and hightail it out of the situation when he sensed it getting too serious. But with you? Well—

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone because I’ll never live it down.” 

You were just different. Uniquely you. 

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It wasn't a far drive from the Miramar base to the precinct. In total it was about a fifteen minute drive. In the time it had taken you to get from point A to point B Jake had gone through the entire content of your centre console and your glove compartment. Picking your brain about your obscure collection of CD’s, ranging from Taylor Swift to ACDC. 

“You're going to mess up my system, stop snooping!” Jake had been flicking through your carefully organised CD case, alphabetical and numerical order based on last name and date of release. To you it made perfect sense as to where everything sat neatly tucked into the sleeves. To Jake it made no sense at all. “Are you right there just going through all my stuff?”

“Why do you have all these if you have a bluetooth system?” Jake asked as he turned his attention to you, slightly turning in the passenger's seat–watching as you drove with your hands a ten and two. “Seems pointless, you know Spotify exists right?” 

“Do you not collect anything?” Jake didn't feel like it was the appropriate time to bring up the collection of baseball cards he had in a couple of boxes at his parents place, just deciding it was better off to act the fool instead of putting his childhood desire to have the biggest collection to date on the backburner. “My CD collection should be none of your concern—“ 

“Just curious, I mean, I guess it’s not as bad as the collection of gum wrappers you’ve got going on in your centre console.” You didn’t dignify Jake with a response, you simply decided to roll your eyes and huff a small sigh as you pulled up to the check in gate. “Oh, I’ll get my badge!” Jake beamed as he shuffled around to fish the NCIS badge Agent Bradshaw had given him—it carried no weight but still, Jake seemed fixated on it. Craning your head as you rolled down your window you raised a single eyebrow. 

“Did you actually bring it?” 

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t I? It's the best thing ever.” It was the laughter that filled the car for a brief moment that almost had you forgetting what you had brought Jake here to do, but most importantly who he was here to meet. 

“You’re an idiot.” Shaking your head, you turned your attention back to the guard at the gate. He was waiting for you to present yourself. Flipping open your credentials, you handed them over. “Hi, Special Agent Y/n Y/l/n—I’m here with Lieutenant Jake Seresin here to see Aaron Hotchner and Dr. Spencer Reid—“ You’d gotten an email only yesterday confirming that your team would be trickling in as of today, Hotch and Spencer had been the first to fly in. 

“Do you have another form of ID ma’am?” The officer sitting in the little booth asked as he held onto your FBI credentials. 

“Um—“ You really weren’t expecting him to ask for anything else, reaching down to grab your purse that sat at Jake's feet. “I have my licence and registration? Would that do?” 

“Have you got a clarence request?” Jake frowned as he leaned over your centre console to get a better view at the guy giving you a hard time. “That would be preferable—“ 

“Is there a problem—“ Jake tried to read the guy's name on the badge he wore on his shirt, but he couldn’t quite get a read on it. “Pal?” 

“No sir, no problem here so long as miss Y/l/n here can provide the proper documentation.” 

“Proper Documentation?” You questioned. “I just handed you my federally issued and national recognised badge and credentials, I don’t understand why providing a clearance request would be more beneficial.” Without skipping a beat the officer holding your badge hostage responded with a tone you hadn’t heard since being in North Island. 

“Well ma’am, what are the chances you’d have two fake documents upon your persons.” Believe it or not? This hadn’t been and certainly wouldn’t be the last time you’d been stopped by security. It was always your age, it was always your goddamn age. “I find it hard to believe someone born in nineteen ninety six is a federal agent of this Clarence level—next time you wanna fake an ID, perhaps start smaller and work your way up, like a licence or library card.” Shrugging you off with a menacing smile, he tossed your badge back into your lap through your window. “Better luck next time, main office hours are eight till eight, you’ll find the admin building around the front.” 

“Oh—wait but!!” Before you could defend yourself the window to the guards booth had been slammed shut. “Unbelievable.” 

“That guy couldn’t hit water if he fell out of a goddamn boat Kas—“ Jake groaned as he unclipped his seatbelt. “Wait here.” Before you could register what was happening, Jake was out of the car and taking prominent strides around the bonnet of your car. “Hey!” Tapping his knuckle against the glass, Jake's eyes were wide and full of rage. “You wanna explain where you get off disrespecting a federal agent like that?” You’d later find out the guards name was Blake, he hadn’t even opened his window far enough for Jake to get a finger in before he was mouthing off again. 

“If she can provide me with the proper documentation that she is who she says she is I can open the booth—until then she’ll have to go through the proper procedures at reception like the rest of—“

“Listen here dickhead, Special Agent Kas here could probably decipher things about you just by the smell of the shit on the bottom of your shoe—you really wanna get on her bad side?” Jake wasn’t having it, slamming his hand against the glass hard enough to nearly pop it off the hinges it ran across. “You might want to rethink your decision to degrade her to a fake, because once we get in there so help me god I won’t let you forget the day you ended your own career as a glorified hall monitor.” 

“Jake! Jesus—it’s fine I’ll just call Hotch and he can sort this out yeah?” You were out of the car in seconds. Your hand on Jake's chest, you could feel his heart beating out of his chest. “It’s alright—“

“Nothing about this is alright! This guy is totally out of line Kas how are you being so calm about this?”

“Because believe it or not this isn’t the first time something like this has happened—“ Jake's face had softened instantly when you told him that. What had you even meant by that, although obviously he couldn’t process it. “It's just something that happens alright, I don’t need you with an assault and battery charge on your record because of me, at ease Lieutenant.” 

“I’m calling security if you don’t move your car, miss, there’s another car waiting to pass.” Blake piped up as Jake turned to glare at him. 

“You gonna call your own number? Thought you were security?” While Jake went at it with Blake defending your honour, you noticed the all too familiar, unruly, mop of hair attached to the tall but handsome man getting out from behind the wheel of the car now parked behind you. 

“Everything okay here Agent Kas?” Spencer shouted as you waved him over with a sigh. With a slight amount of haist, Spencer was by your side in no time, flashing his credentials to Blake who went a nice shade of red. “What’s wrong? I went out for like five minutes, why are you blocking the entryway?” 

“Uh, well I was trying to pass but apparently I’m an impostor.”

“According to who?” Spencer asked as Jake scoffed, looking down as he mumbled and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. 

“Larry Daley here said her credentials are bogus.” 

“Oh is that so?” Spencer laughed softly as he placed his own badge back into his pocket, still holding a coffee he’d brought from the really nice cafe down the street. “So I should just leave you here then right? Dr.? Or should I tell officer Blake here that you’re legitimately a federal agent who’s time is valuable and that you deserve to be treated with the same level of respect he’d give any one who flashed him a federal bureau of investigation’s badge?” Spencer wasn’t addressing you anymore, his attention and stone state had shifted to Blake who’d lost the ability to breathe. “Open the gate—“

“Yes sir—“ Blake was quick in the draw for someone who was about to lose his job. You just let out a sigh of disappointment in yourself as you introduced Jake. 

“Spencer this is Jake, uh—Seresin, he’s my partner for the Lexington.” You felt Jake take you in under his arm, drawing you close to his side as he stuck his other hand out for Spencer to shake. “Hangman, this is special agent Dr. Spencer Reid.” Raising a brow as you introduced your teammate, Jake laughed into the heavens above momentarily. 

“You're both Drs?” Spencer smirked at Jake before letting go of his hand, noticing how comfortable you seemed around him. Something he had never seen before, your guard down. Deciding to take a jab while you weren’t paying attention. 

“For a while there it was just me, and before you ask? Yes—I had the title first.”

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[ohtobeleah]

Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter Two // Partner in Crime

Summary: Hangman takes you up for a fly over turned impromptu training session only to show up at your dorm with a peace offering you can’t refuse.

Warnings: None. Fluff? Jake Seresin x female reader pairing.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author Note: I don’t know about you but I love this version of Jake. He’s just so soft. My heart really cannot take it. MASTERLIST

“Shouldn't that be you out there Romeo?” Rooster couldn't help but to quip as his hands came down to slap against Jake's shoulders from behind. Both men watching as Bob helped guide you up the wing of Jake's new double seater super hornet. “Or has that ship sailed already?” 

“Nope, the ship is still docked–” Jake responded with a grin, watching as Bob helped you settle into the cockpit. Laughing nervously as embarrassment flooded your systems when you slipped a little and lost your balance–falling into Bob without meaning to. “We cleaned our slate.” Jake Seresin wasn’t a man that believed in love at first sight, but you were starting to make him question his long-standing beliefs. 

“Ah, so you aren't gonna hold any grudges for her little escape stunt?” Oh god Jake had forgotten he’d spilled the beans on that one. He was so used to flaunting his conquests to his friends, his colleagues. Jake had never really cared enough about whoever he’d been fooling around with enough to not blurt out all the horny details—but you? Well it was quite simple really. Jake didn’t want everyone on base knowing what you were like to be with. At least it was just Rooster, and at least he only knew about the way you left and not the way you came. “Let bygones be bygones huh?” 

“Yeah, we’re gonna just start fresh. Told her I’d let the dine and dash thing go as long as she promises not to turn around and arrest me for borderline domestic assault.” Jake didn't stick around to hear Rooster's response. All he knew was that the expecting father stood in utter shock at Jake's admission that whatever you two had gotten up to together on Saturday night, that it had been pretty full on. 

“Okay so Hangman's just taking you up for a fly over, we’ll be up there not far behind you but in case of emergency–this is your ejection handle.” Bob pointed to the yellow and black striped handle that was under your seat between your legs. “It's not a fun experience by any means but it sure is better than the alternative.” 

“Have you ever had to eject lieutenant Floyd?” Bob could hear it in your voice, you were nervous as all hell. Nodding in response to your question, Bob checked over all the systems. Turning on the radar for you and making sure the back up radio was in fact operational. 

“A time or two, the last time I had to eject it was from a bird strike.” 

“What's that exactly?” 

“It's when a bird gets caught in the engine, can't really control nature or the weather.” Bob physically saw the panic rise in your eyes as he double checked you were strapped in properly. “Sorry ma’am.” His voice softened as he fiddled with the straps. “Are you not good with planes?” 

“Um, if I can avoid them I will, but uh–I guess I can't really do that if this is meant to be my job right?” You were trying to downplay your fear, you were terrified of flying. Usually you had to be self medicated for anxiety whenever you got on a commercial flight. A fighter jet was a pretty big step up. But to let your own fears interfere with an ongoing investigation would be a disservice to yourself and those you were sworn to protect. 

“Well, Hangman’s a pretty good pilot, just don't tell him I said that because he’ll never let me forget about it.” Bob tried his best to soothe your obvious fears, not having realised Jake was coming right up behind him. 

“You know Bob, I think in all the time we’ve flown together, I think that's the only compliment you've ever really paid me.” Jake smirked as he walked up the wing, jumping into the front seat of the cockpit. Bob couldn't roll his eyes any more than he did. Causing you to laugh behind your hand. “Ready to go Agent Kas?” Jake beamed as he went through the same procedures he went through each and every time he was getting ready for a flight. Checking all his systems and making sure everything was working the way it should be. “Robert, unless you're planning on making this a threesome man, I'd be getting going if I were you.” Again, Jake heard you laugh and he was instantly addicted to that sound just as much as he was addicted to the way you moaned his name in his ear. Perhaps even more. 

“Right, I'll uh–see you when I get up there ma’am.” Nodding softly and pressing his lips together. Bob made his way down the wing of the plane before vanishing out of sight. Walking towards where Rooster still stood in disbelief. “Hey, is there something going on with Agent Kas and Hangman? Am I missing something?” 

“Oh yeah.” Rooster sighed as he clipped his helmet to his vest. “Yeah big time buddy—but doesn’t mean you can’t have a crack right?” Rooster liked to stir, especially whenever it involved Jake Seresin. “Shoot your shot before it’s too late.” 

“Probably not a good idea—“ Bob knew well enough to leave Hangman's stuff alone, if he’d already called dibs then he wasn’t going to interfere. He did think you were pretty though. That he’d openly admit. 

“Yeah I probably wouldn’t wanna be Eskimo brothers with Bagman either.” Pretending to shiver at the idea, Rooster slapped the back of his palm into Bob's chest. C’mon man we better get up there.” Bob didn’t move, still processing what Rooster had so easily let slip. “Don’t want them having all the fun right?” 

“Wait, they slept together?” 

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“Okay aviator’s—“ Pete Mitchell’s voice came through your communications as you looked out over vast distance of clear blue sky. Only a few clouds in sight. “This session is all about free fall control.” Wait what? Hang on a minute no one had told you that! 

“Uh, Lieutenant Seresin, are you participating in that exercise?” Your voice was shaking as you tapped Jake on the shoulder. He couldn’t help the grin that plastered itself across his face. 

“I wasn’t supposed to, I’m just up here for a fly over.” Jake responded. The two seated super hornet had been due for a full scale service and a fly over was a good way to access what could possibly be looked at. “But by the sounds of it you seem pretty keen on joining in so I think we might, what do you say Kasper?”

“Uh I think I’m go—“ Before you could even say that you wouldn’t mind passing on the experience, Jake cut the engines. “Oh holy shit—!” Your hands flew up against the glass of the canopy as you dropped rapidly. Plumitting back down to earth. “Jake!! Jake, stop! Oh my god—!” Jake had full control over the engineless free fall he’d entered. He wouldn’t have put you in a position where he knew he could easily pull himself out of. That was the entire purpose of the training exercise that most of the squad were up running today. 

“It sounds like Kas is having the time of her life. Phoenix chuckled as she regained stability of her aircraft and leveled out. Much like you? Bob jaded free fall exercises, it made his head spin more than usual. 

“Yeah, I’d be just as delighted if I had Hangman for a pilot.” Bob was quick to quip back, you’re pleading still ringing out throughout the comms as Jake finally ignited both engines and leveled out. “He’s gonna have her in shambles by the time they land.” 

“Something tells me she’s gonna need a bucket.” Phoenix laughed. She was keen to see how this played out, knowing how Hangman flew it was only a matter of time before you were either requesting anyone other than him to fly with you or he was apologising with his natural charm dialed up to astronomical heights. Only to do the same thing over and over again. 

“What the fuck is your problem!!” You shouted as you steadied yourself in your seat. Fixing your helmet that had been so kindly made for you. Kasper in bold lettering with two cartoon ghosts on the front. 

“Consider us even for the sneak out—“ Jake beamed. Laughing to himself as he heard you gagging and heaving in the backseat of his F-18. “Vomit bags under your seat Sweetheart.” 

“I thought we had a clean slate!?” Coughing up whatever you’d just thrown up into the bag Jake had told you was under your seat, you wished you could see his stupid face. Probably smug and full of himself. “I said I was sorry, okay!” For a brief moment Jake wondered if he’d taken it too far, but then the realisation hit that you’d have to pass yourself off as a weapons system officer. You wouldn’t be able to do that if you couldn’t handle a free fall. 

“How do you expect to pass as a TopGun graduate if you can’t even handle a barrel roll?” 

“I’m kinda banking on the fact I’m really good at what I do so I won’t have to go up in one of these while I’m onboard the Lexington.” You let your head fall back against the seat. Lulling side to side. “If you really just did that because of the way I left on Sunday you really need to reevaluate your priorities.” Jake was head over heels. He knew well enough to know he didn’t fall often, but when he did he fell hard and he fell fast. “God I’m gonna be sick again—“ 

“Jesus, I hope you’re right about being good at what you do Kas.” Jake shut down the engines again as he forced a controlled plummet. Spinning around and around as he held back on the throttle. “Because if you can’t handle this? I can’t imagine what you’d be like in a dog fight.” 

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By the time Jake was touching down against the tarmac, you had filled the vomit bag to the very brim. It was needless to say you were incredibly eager to feel solid ground below your feet yet again. 

“This is your captain speaking,” Jake taunted as the canopy popped open. “Please remain seated until cabin crew have cleaned up the mess in the aisle.” You sent the gentleman who’d climbed up the wing to assist you with your impromptu luggage a soft smile. Handing him the knotted bag of vomit before you uncliped and stood up. “Kas I’m just giving you lip alright, you did well.” 

“I don’t need lip from you, son of Satan.” Not wasting a moment as you walked steadily with arms wide—holding you balance down the wing. Jumping to the ground below, you let out a dramatic sigh of relief as you dropped to your knees before laying flat on your stomach. Jake laughed aloud as he watched you from a bird's eye view. “Sweet steady ground.”

“You know, that won’t be the last time you go up right, if anything it’s just the first.” 

“It’ll be the last time I go up with you.” You groaned as you pressed your cheek to the tarmac. “God you fly like you aren’t trying to live, little egomaniacal of you to death roll me in the name of a covert operation.” 

“I fly like lives depend on me—“ Jake corrected you as he jumped off the wing of his F-18, landing right behind you with a thud. “And I can assure you, I’m just trying to help you pass as an avid aviator with flying colours.” 

“You made me throw up!” You knew full and well that you had made yourself throw up, it just wasn’t something you wanted to admit. Jake had a shit eating grin plastered across his face so promptly he could have passed for the Cheshire Cat himself. You had a weak constitution, it never served you well in crime scenes or on planes in general. Add the free fall barrel rolls into the mix and you had the perfect storm made for up chuck city. 

“By the sounds of it you had a full gourmet breakfast.” Watching as you stood to your feet, Jake taunted you a little more, knowing he was getting a rise out of you. “Next time? Try a banana or a bowl of white rice and ginger.” 

“There’s not gonna be a next time—“ Dusting yourself off you scoffed at Jake's advice. “You’re supposed to be my partner! Have my back! You just tried to kill me!” Turning on your heels you walked away without giving Jake a chance to retaliate. 

“You’ll thank me later!” He shouted after you, watching as you flipped him off over your shoulder. Rooster was by his side in no time, having seen the poor display of sportsmanship Jake had shown you. 

“Consider that ship sailed Romeo—“ 

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You were the only resident currently using the dorms on base. As far as you could tell—all the pilots that had been stationed out at Miramar had all been assigned their own off base house. Either one or two bedroom homes that all looked identical besides the personality each one brought to the home they’d moved into. 

You were in the common area living room. If there had been others living on your particular floor you were sure that there would be people buzzing around in the kitchen, dining and living room areas. But it was just you. Basking in the peaceful tranquility the silence of your own company brought, you took a small sip of the tea you were drinking. Hibiscus and strawberry. Sitting the warm coffee cup back onto the coaster before flipping the file you had been reading up on over to the next page. 

Something about pulling apart your pistol, cleaning it in its entirety before putting it back together like a puzzle brought you a sense of calm. To know your weapon inside and out. To know every small piece, every nook and cranny of the service issued weapon made you feel more comfortable with the fact you held the power to take a life away in an instant in your palms. 

As you reached out for your coffee cup full of tea, a gentle knocking coming from the main door of the floor you were the only resident off had your pausing in your play. For a Federal Agent you could be rather skittish. Especially when you weren’t expecting anyone. 

Even if you were on a navy base, you tucked your gun into the waistline of your tracksuit pants. Covering it with the sweatshirt that matched. You jumped from your spot on the ground with another knock timing out through the empty hall.

It wasn’t that you didn’t feel safe, no. It was more the fact that this was your first solo case. You’d always had someone with you—someone watching over you. Sure you had Agent Bradshaw around, but she wasn’t going with you onto the Lexington. She was leaving you in the hand of Jake Seresin. 

Another knock rang out as you padded down the hall. Shifting slightly as you approached the closed and clicked door, you waited a few seconds before asking who it was. 

“Who is it?”

“It’s me—“ Well that really didn’t give you much to go off now, did it?. “Hangman.” Oh, now that said it all. With a huff of frustration and a sigh of relief you swung the door open, revealing Jake who stood in his own sweats with a brown bag and six pack of beers. “Consider it a peace offering.” He gestured to the greased up bag. “Burgers and beers?” Expressionless, you stepped aside to let Jake in. He watched as you closed and locked the front door again, pulling out your gun that had been pressed against the small of your back. Placing it on the dining table carefully—making sure the safety was on. 

“What?” You questioned. “I wasn’t expecting anyone—“

“And your immediate response was to be armed and at the ready?” 

“Better to expect the unexpected than to underestimate the circumstances.” Shrugging your shoulders in response, you eyes off the bag Jake had placed on the table. “Why are you here exactly?” Your stomach growled with a mind of its own—you’d been so caught up with your case research you hadn’t organised yourself dinner. 

“Rooster's wife, you know—your boss.” Diving into the bag for a few stray fries, Jake placed them in his mouth before he went back in. Fishing out and throwing you a burger. You caught it with two hands. Unwrapping it as your glands watered. “Kinda gave me an absolute scathing after you apparently begged her to place you with someone else.”

It was true. The minute you were on solid ground again after Jake had death rolled you into a weeping puddle of throw up and bile, you were matching into Agent Bradshaw's office. 

“I need a new partner!” It hasn’t been a request but a demand. “Jake Seresin just tried to kill me—“ She didn’t even bother looking up from her paperwork. 

“I’ve known Hangman for quite a while now and I can assure you Kasper, he didn’t try to kill you.” 

“I don’t trust him, he could jeopardise the entire operation! How is he supposed to have my back at all times when he’s purposely trying to make me feel weak and vulnerable.” 

“Did Jake make you feel weak and vulnerable or do you naturally feel weak and vulnerable around him?” Agent Bradshaw questioned as she finally raised a cautious brow and looked at you through her eyelids. She’d mastered the art of the Kubrick star that was for sure. “I know he was the one you slept with Kas, and believe me when I say I hope you have enough common sense to get tested.” 

“If you knew I slept with him why didn’t you partner me with someone else?” Agent Bradshaw placed her own down with a soft sigh. Like you were truly interrupting something important. You were, but right now you couldn’t care less. She took a few steps out from behind her desk, opting to rest against it as she crossed her arms over her chest. Forearms testing on her baby bump. 

“Because no one spends the night at Hangman’s house sweetheart, if there’s even the slightest chance he cares? I’m willing to bank good money on the fact he’d have your back no matter the consequences.” 

“Well after the stunt you performed today I wasn’t entirely sure I could actually work with you.” You had already taken a bite of your burger as you sat down at the table. Slumping. Jake offered you a beer before cracking the top, passing it along the wooden table. “But since I’m stuck with you—“ rolling your eyes, you fished out the badge you’d asked Agent Bradshaw for. All it said was NCIS Special Agent. It held no merit on its own without personal credentials. But it was still something. “Consider this my peace offering.” Throwing it underarm style, Jake caught the silver badge with a smile so pure it made your heart flutter momentarily. “It’s NCIS, that’s all she had lying around. Pretty sure it’s actually hers but I didn’t really stick around the press for answers.” 

“What’s the chances of me getting a gun?” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as Jake shined the badge against his shirt. “Nah this is cool.”

Sitting in comfortable silence for a while as you ate, both you and Jake retreated back to the living room where you’d been going over your case files. Your tea now cold, discarded off to the side as you explained in more detail to Jake what had been going on. 

“So you really think this guys on board the Lexington?”

“I do, but the presence of NCIS and FBI would just freak him out, we need him caught off guard—hence the FBI lead and undercover agent scheme we’re concocting.” 

“And they choose you because?” Jake didn’t know who much weight his question truly carried until he noticed your face drop slightly. Second guessing your response. You wanted to say something along the lines of being the best pick for the job or that it had been your case since the first murders. But you didn’t—you opted for the more believable option. 

“Because it’s easy to go undercover when no one ever really noticed you to begin with Lieutenant Seresin.” It was a harsh tea that you’d learnt to accept a long time ago. It was just the way things were. So when Jake Seresin had paid just a little attention to you at the bar? It was no wonder you were so easily swayed into playing into his charming ways. He got the girl alright, but only because she’d been so deprived of affection for so long that even the slight chance of it falling into her lap had you acting outside of your own personality. 

“That’s why they call you Kasper?” Jake wanted to get to know you, he felt like he’d skipped the first six chapters of a really good book. Skipping all the way to the part where the two main characters fall in love before even reading how they met and who they were. 

“Always invisible, honestly it was an inevitable nickname really.” You tried to hide the sudden onset of bashfulness that had stricken you. Hiding a blushed smile in the dimly lit light of the abandoned living room of the dormitory. 

“But why with a K and not C?” Jake hadn’t noticed the gap between you two had gotten smaller and smaller with every question he asked about the case and even more so with every question he asked about you. 

“It's just how one of my professors spelt it, pretty sure she had some level of undiagnosed dyslexia but I was only like fifteen at the time so I wasn’t about to question it.” Explaining why you had always stuck with Kasper and a K, Jake didn’t want to pass over the fact you had just said professor and fifteen in the same sentence.

“Wait, how old are you again?” Jake frowned for a brief moment, counting on his fingers because the math in his head wasn’t adding up. “When did you graduate?” Holy shit he had broken a federal law hadn’t he. Fuck. 

“I’m twenty six—“ You knew Jake would freak when he found out. But it was bound to happen sooner or later. “But I graduated high school in two thousand and eight.” Yep, this wasn’t math he could do on his fingers. Jake just stared at you, waiting for you to make it make sense. “I uh, I may have graduated high school at like twelve—“

“Twelve!!” Jake shouted as you cupped his mouth. Laughing as you told him to keep his voice down even if no one was around. It was the same response everyone gave you. “Jesus Kas I was just learning how to fucking jerk off at twelve and you had graduated high school!?” 

“I know I know—“ Sitting back on your heels you looked down at the carpet that held scattered papers everywhere, completely defeated. “Even prodigal brilliance doesn’t help me stand out in a crowd.” Jake just looked at you, complete spell bound. He’d never been so intrigued by a woman ever. Especially one so beautifully gifted. 

There was a lingering moment of silence before you went to speak again, but before you could Jake was lurching forward to press his lips against yours. Letting you register what was happening as you softened against him. Welcoming to kiss he so desperately wanted to give you since he’d seen you walk into the hanger. 

“You stood out to me.” Jake mumbled as he pulled away for a brief moment. “Saw you the moment I walked into the bar and knew I had to get to know you.” It has you melting into the palms of his hands. Cupping your face as he kissed you again. This time with more confidence, opening yourself up to Jake you let your tongue explore with his. “And it turns out you’re some sort of genius—“ Jake smirked against your bottom lip,  biting it softly as you gently moaned at the sensation. Lifting you up off the ground as he carried you back toward wherever the hell you pointed. Helping to blindly guide him back towards your room. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Fingers carding through blonde locks. 

“Which is so unbelievably sexy agent Kas.”

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[ohtobeleah]

You’ve got me hooked with Minimal Losses Leah. By the neck. Hangman & Kas are just the definition of opposites attract.

But the way Kasper just takes so much shit for just being young and a female makes my heart hurt.

Eeeep! Aren’t they just wholesome. You can tell Jake is just so soft for Kas and Kas is just so clueless about everything that doesn’t involve text books and policies and procedures.

Like sorry can we go back to the point in the story where she was profiling Jake after they’d slept together. 😩😩 baby girl! Such a smol bean. She needs to be protected.

And yeah. I look a leap with Morgan in the last update, but he seems like the kinda guy who’d say all that stuff lightheartedly without even knowing it’s causing damage.

[ohtobeleah]

It’s a Kasper and Jake kinda day. Let’s talk about them shall we. 🥺

[ohtobeleah]

I hate that I know where this is heading. “So which one of you is the FBI Agent” 😓 I’m gonna crack it when we get to that point because it’s gonna be angsty.

Just picture it tho. Jake and Kas standing so fucking startled after getting caught by the bad guy after doing some snooping around the carrier at night.

They’re asked that question and the second Kas sees Jakes lip twitch? She fucking knows she has to protect him at any cost.

“Why do you think one of us is an FBI agent?” Jakes trying to get you guys out of the situation the best he can. “Come on man we were just looking for a place to get our rocks off—I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But it’s not working.

“One of you does—who. Is. It.”

And Kas just steps in front of Jake a little. Like her being in his way would do anything at all to protect him. She’s saying: “it’s me, I’m the FBI agent” before Jake can even get his bearings about himself.

We all know this series is based of that one episode of criminal minds right? Season three episode four? Cool.

[ohtobeleah]

Okay but Hangman in Minimal Loses 100% calls Kasper a ‘Dork’ as a term of endearment.

HAHAHA he would. Like you’d say something so obviously above his head that he’s just staring at you across the kitchen with blank eyes are a smirk.

“You know you’re a fucking Dork right?”

“Okay well if I’m a dork you’re a dork by proxy because you married me—“ And again, Jake is just staring at you like he’s the luckiest guy on planet earth.

[ohtobeleah]

THE BADGE!!

“Do I get a badge?” Hangman smirked as he followed curiously. DiNozzo just side eyed him in response. “Damn, was kinda banking on a badge here—“  IN BOUNDARIES

verses

“But since I’m stuck with you—“ Rolling your eyes, you fished out the badge you’d asked Agent Bradshaw for. All it said was NCIS Special Agent. It held no merit on its own without personal credentials. But it was still something. “Consider this my peace offering.” Throwing it underarm style, Jake caught the silver badge with a smile so pure it made your heart flutter momentarily. “It’s NCIS, that’s all she had lying around. Pretty sure it’s actually hers but I didn’t really stick around the press for answers.” IN MINIMAL LOSSES.

I know it was a Rooster fic but that’s small detail fucking sent me.

No please! Jake was so excited about the stupid NCIS badge. DiNozzo said he couldn’t have one—but he eventually gets his stupid hands on one anyway.

I can see him sending a text to Tony the next morning. Just to make sure Tony knew Jake did end up getting that badge.

[ohtobeleah]

“Listen, in the future if you wanna insult me? You can just go ahead and do it, you don't have to disguise the put down with humour.”

KAS STANDING UP FOR HERSELF is my new kink

Kas is really about to shake Jake Seresins world when they get to this carrier. 😩😩😩

[ohtobeleah]

what if we trade *checks cards* lightly hurting Kas over killing off Hawk

Oh Kasper is getting her shit rocked all the while Jake has to watch are you kidding me? That’s always been a near death moment.