#squadroom

[foreverknightalways]

Schanke says, Take a look at this. Nick answers, Reeves' unfinished Hiatt-Rothweiler exposé. Schanke says, And this is a draft of another article he was working on about the campaign in general but take a look at this. Over and over, he misspells, "from", f-o-r-m, "form." Six out of ten times. Nick says, Some bad typing habits. Schanke says, And yet, returning to the great Rothweiler exposé, the typing tutor paid off. No more typos. Nick says, The Rothweiler articles dummied up. And planted by our killer.

[simplymariac]

From Season 1, Episode 103 For I Have Sinned - Nick visits Janette at "The Raven". #ForeverKnight #GeraintWynDavies #DeborahDuchene

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[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

Liv and Fin are coparenting Muncy apparently

[maxine-fucking-minx]

I swear Olivia has chemistry with every single new woman that enters the SVU Squadroom

[cybernecromancer365]

(Elliot catches Alex trying to look good for Liv)

"Thanks." Elliot ended his fourth phone call. Another dead end with no luck. Hopefully Olivia was faring better with the victim. It was the last lead they had.

He groaned at the ache in his bladder. "Gotta piss." He said to himself and walked out of the squadroom with a stretch. He stepped into the hallway and stopped in his tracks at an unexpected sight.

Fixing her lipstick in the reflection of the office's framed "INTEGRITY" poster was none other than their A.D.A. She stood alone in the hall (or so she thought), fluffing her hair to the perfect point and combing it away from her eyes.

His brow raised as she took off her glasses and stowed them in her bag, tousling her hair a little more with both hands. She looked down her black shirt and tugged a button out of its hole, widening the collar just a bit.

"Liv's not here." He sucked in a smile as Alex snapped out of her makeup session and whipped around to him.

She recomposed herself with a clear of her throat but her words took a second to come. "...A-And?"

Elliot stuck his hands in his pockets but stayed quiet.

"I was fixing my collar."

"Okay."

Alex took a breath. "Well, do you guys have any new leads for me? I'm running dry and court's in a few days."

"Liv's finishing up with the victim."

Elliot's cellphone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket.

"Look at that."

He read a message.

"Look at what?" Alex said walking to him.

"My partner worked her magic again. Victim's agreed to testify."

"Seriously? Tell her I owe her."

Elliot typed and dictated out loud as he went. "Alex says she owes you...dinner at her place--"

"What?! Elliot stop joking."

"Whoops...my thumb slipped."

Their gazes met and Alex paled. "You did not."

*bing*

"Let me see it." Alex snatched the phone from Elliot's hand. On the screen one word, 'Huh?'

Alex skimmed through the previous messages in disbelief. "Oh my God." She said and tugged at her collar to relieve the sauna starting under her shirt. She breathed and hastily typed a message. "Alex did not say that, your partner is being an asshole." She readily hit send and threw Elliot a disapproving glance.

*bing*

'Oh, that's too bad. I'm hungry.'

Her eyes widened a little at the reponse. She cursed under her breath and put a hand over her eyes. "What have you done?"

"She likes Italian." Elliot said knowingly and Alex met his gaze with a furrow in her brow. She thought for a second then typed a response.

'Rossini's?'

*bing*

'Sounds great. I'm almost back. Tell my asshole partner he'll be filing today's report.'

Alex smiled. "Olivia wants you to know you're filing today's report."

Elliot gave a "so what" shrug and started down the hall. "Keep the glasses. She likes 'em."

Alex clenched her jaw, still holding Elliot's phone in her hand.

[thatcaithness]

Funny, how this is the picture Ziva sees when she enters the squadroom in season 17.

Because this is a screenshot of an episode called Dead Man Talking from season 1.

But whatever.

[svucommentary]

You know what I'd love?

A fic where Barba and Stabler have to work together for Benson's sake on a case related to a William Lewis copycat.

Featuring:

-Barba asking the hard questions. "Where the hell were you when she was abducted? At every hostage situation she's been in? When they adopted Noah? When Noah was kidnapped? Every major moment of her life for the past decade, I've been right here and you couldn't even be bothered to send a post card. Have you even asked about the things she's been through since you've gone? Because I was here for all of it."

- The above conversation ends with Fin and Carasi having to stop Stabler from throwing a punch, but he knows Barba is right

- Amanda and/or longsuffering Fin shouts that this isn't helping shit and if neither of them can stop with the dick measuring then they can both get the hell out of the squadroom.

-At some point they have to have a heart to heart where Barba admits he's jealous because Olivia's never been able to let go of Stabler, Stabler is grateful that someone else tried to protect liv even if it wasn't how he would have done it.

-Alternate Barson and Bensler endings because at this point I'm having a hard time choosing so I'm going back to reading Rollisi because its so much simpler ugh

[glitteringsunshine]

Loving Gibbs

Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Reader

Gibbs’s  POV:

Y/N: YOUR NAME

Y/L/N : YOUR LAST NAME

Y/P/N : YOUR PEN NAME

 

“ We have a problem. Someone hacked the navy database. We don’t know what was taken. You can understand how sensitive the issue is. You have to find the hacker , recover the data  and close this case as soon as possible. “ The Director said.

“ OK “ I said, understanding  the security risk of the situation.

…

“ Boss I have been going through the military database. There’s  no way can anyone hack it remotely. We need to go over the master computer again , look into that room for clue of a break in. “ McGee said.

“ Well gear up McGee “ let’s  go.

 

“ What's this?” I said suddenly noticing a tiny red origami flower.”

Looking closely I found the words :

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix forever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle

Why not I with thine?

I could suddenly see McGee paling a bit.

“ What’s the meaning of this? Some sort of  message?” I asked.

“ I think boss. I am not sure. It’s  PB Shelly’s  poem  Love’s  Philosophy.”

“ I want to know the relevance of it ,McGee. Find it.”  I snapped.

 

…

“ We were in the squadroom running leads. Suddenly the phone on my desk rang.

Picking up, I heard a voice clearly hidden with a software. 

“ I have a little gift for you. You want to know who hacked the database , you need help then. “

I clicked my fingers to alert McGee to trace the call as Tony started recording it.

“ Go on.” I said . Trying to stall the caller.

“ I left you a special message in the NCIS computer system. You will know who you need to call for  help.”

Then the phone went dead.

 

“ Bose found a hidden encryption in our system. Trying to decrypt it Boss” Mcgee said.

“ After working on his computer for a while McGee visibly paled.”

“ Ohh Ohh Boss”

“ What ?”

I decrypted the message based on the crossword and the letters picked out from there through a riddle, I found a name.”

“ Well What McGee”

“ You ever heard of Y/P/N Boss?”

“ The bestselling author. The number one in NY Time’s  bestselling list “ Tony jumped with excitement.

“There’s  more boss. In her last novel, the narrator, a professor of literature helping  Law Enforcement  Agencies solve crimes through her depth of psychological perception, fell in love with an NCIS agent as she helped him solve a crime. They were close, I mean really close. Things were steamy, I mean. Then the NCIS agent didn’t want to commit , and after the case , the narrator felt heartbroken, and decided to leave the city. She wanted to send ref flowers with Shelly’s  poem pouring out her heart. Couldn’t.  Then finally before leaving the city , she was making a cryptic message in form of crosswords and riddles , pouring her heart but did not send it.  At the end she suffered from lack of inspiration  and writer’s  Block, contemplating of not writing again.”

 

“ Find this person McGee. Bring her in for questioning.”

“ Boss , it’s a pen name. She wants to keep her identity secret.”

“ McGee, I don’t care. What’s  her real name?”

“ Boss , you know her.  I mean we know her.”

“ Who?”

“ Y/N, from the state department.  We worked a case together last year remember  Boss.”

“ Huh?”

“ Well she was a professor  before she joined the state department as policy analyst.” McGee said.

“ That’s it , that’s why the characters felt so familiar.” Tony said excitedly .She based the characters on us. Ohh you really did some steamy stuff Boss. Really sexy stuff. Didn’t read till the end though. Nice Spoiler McGoose.” Tony stopped abruptly after he saw me glaring.

“ From when did you know she is a writer McGee?” I asked.

“ Well we met at a writer’s  convention   a couple of years back.”

“ You mean you knew her from before the case ,and never bothered to tell me. It’s bad enough to have one writer follow you , and now there’s another?” I asked.

“ Bring her in. We need to talk.” I said.

 

…

I made her sit in the interrogation room , making her stew.

“ Love to see this one McGoose” Tony said.

“ Ohh it will be something Tony.”

“ You think Boss did those stuff  MacGee?”

“ No Tony they weren’t in contact after the case. Writers make up stuff you know.”

“ Yeah but that’s really  wild imagination.”

I could hear them as I completed the book. It’s a really brilliant one. Gripping, full of suspense, unputdownable . I would be lying if I had said that I did not imagine the same stuff she had written  about. This past year ,she has been in my mind. Specially at night in bed. Many a times I have pleasured myself imagining her.

 

Reader’s  POV:

It has been almost an hour I have been sitting in the interrogation  room.  When they took me in for questioning,  the secretary of state demanded to know the reason. Hence I have been filled with the details of the case. It wasn’t  a surprise to her as she already knew about my writing career. I was once her student and then her colleague  in the university.

Gibbs walked in.

“ So how many in state department knows about our little secret identity.?” He asked

“The Secretary  of State does.”

“ Yea I figured that.” Gibbs said.

“ So what do you think?” he continued

“ I don’t know” I said.

“ Where were you last night?”

“ If you think I did it ,using scenes from my own story , you are mistaken. I was in the office the  entire night , trying to convince nation states for using more clean energy. Trying to push forward an international treaty in the UN. My entire team and the Secretary of State will vouch for that. “

“ You are not merely a policy analyst. You have done spy stuff before. The Secretary of State is also Ex CIA. Where’s the guarantee you didn’t steal Intel.”

“ I didn’t.  Okay. Besides if I had, I wouldn’t  have used my own stories.”

“ So what do you think happened?”

“ I don’t know , okay. Maybe somebody wants to deflect attention from spystuff, or maybe?”

“ What?”

“ The chemistry between the characters was a huge success. I got a lot of mail wanting them getting back together. Wanting them to solve one more case.”

“ You think it’s a fan?”

“ Well its possible.  If it’s the case , it’s someone  for whom the line between fiction and reality has blurred.” I said.

“ Is the lines clear for you?”

“ What do you mean Gibbs?”

“ I mean you are basing your characters on real people , but you are using your imagination for a lot of things.”

“ I am writer. I use my imagination.  I make up stuff.”

“ I am more curious as to why you wrote what you wrote.”

“ Meaning?”

“ What went on in that pretty little head of yours when you wrote about us? The stuff , was it for just the story or is there more to it? ”

“ Look , I may have based my characters on you , but that’s it. I have never revealed any identity nor any public information,  regarding any case or people.” I said standing up.

“ Sit down. I am not done with you.”

“ Well I am.” I said walking away.

Gibbs followed me , pushing me to the elevator and flipping the  emergency  switch.

“ What?”

“ Tell me Y/N , What you wrote about us ,was it just about the story or because you wanted those things to happen between  us.”

“ Why do you want to know?” I asked.

“ I need to. I have to.” He said.

“ Why , Gibbs Why?”

“ Because this last year I have been driving myself crazy thinking about you, okay. So tell me Y/N the truth. Do you want those things to happen, and that’s why you wrote it?”

I nodded an yes.  I tried to look down on the floor but he held me by my chin.

“ See , that wasn’t difficult to say, was it?”” Tell me Y/N ,did  you touch yourself thinking of me?”

“ Fine I did Gibbs. But I am not the only one. I walked on you pleasing yourself thinking of me remember.”

“ And that’s  not the only time.  I have done it many times, thinking of you this past year.”

“ You could have called.” I almost whispered .

“ So could you. Why didn’t  you? “ he countered.

“ Why didn’t you?” I shot back.

He stared into my eyes and started the elevator again.

“ Y/L/N  will help us in this case” he announced in the squadroom. “ You can share my desk with me.” He said. “ Here, take this” he commanded as he handed me a bottle of water and aspirin.

“ What you have been rubbing your temples in interrogation. You were working last night . You didn’t get any sleep. Keep yourself hydrated. It will ease the headache”.

 

Gibbs’s  POV:

We were in the bar, celebrating the closing of the case. Y/N was right. The person who hacked our system is a high school boy. He is bullied in school , and his divorced parents both remarried not paying much attention to him. He is lonely and reading Y/N’s novel helped him cope with it. He formed a bond through the reading of the novels. He could not bear the character of Y/N getting heartbroken. He thought a case could bring the characters back together.  He didn’t  steal any data. He just pretended to , to make us work the case together.

“ Good Job Y/N, reaching out to him in interrogation. “

“ So did you Gibbs. But what’s gonna happen to him.”

“ Well he didn’t actually steal data. So no prison time. But he have to do community service in the form of hacking for NCIS. That’s the deal.”

“ That’s good Gibbs. He will get a sense of belonging.”

“ Yeah the kid’s  smart” he commented.

Reader’s  Pov

“ Well I should go now. I am tired.  “I said walking away.

Outside the bar , I realised I am a bit drunk. Not wanting to drive , I waited for a ca.

A group of guys were entering the bar. One of them tried to start a conversation using really stupid pick up lines.

“ Look I am not interested”  I said sternly. But they still tried to pester me.

GIibb’s POV:

I can make out Y/N was a bit tipsy. Her speech slurred a little. I didn’t want her to drive like this. So I followed her.

“ The lady said she is not interested “  I said sternly. The group went away.

“ Ahh my prince, my saviour” Y/N slurred. “ If only you loved me a little bit, just a teeny tiny bit.”

“ Y/N you are drunk.”

“ No. Maybe. Yes . I think I am drunk in love.” She pouted. “ I hate you . I hate you for making me feel like this. Maybe if you could fuck it out of me.”

“ Y/N , I want you . I want you so badly. But you are drunk now . I can’t take you when you are drunk. You are not in the proper sense to consent. “

I guided her to my car, putting on her seat belt. I took her to my home.

She had fallen asleep in the car. I undid her seat belt and carried her to my room making sure not to wake up. I tucked her in, brushing the hair from her face,  kissing her forehead.

“ Good night love . Sleep tight.”

 

Reader’s  POV:

I woke up in the morning. As memories of last night’s drunken stupidity flooded me, I was gripped with utter embarrassment  and humiliation.

“ You are awake. Good Morning . I made breakfast.” I heard Gibbs.

“ I need to go” I said. “ I am really sorry. I was really stupid last night.”

“ Y/N” Gibbs tried to say something , but I ran away before that.

 

“Gibbs’s  POV”

It was 9 o clock now. I was in my basement trying to work on my boat. I wasn’t doing a good job. I wanted to talk Y/N about how I felt. But she ran away before I could.

I heard footsteps . I looked up to see Y/N standing.

“Gibbs “ she said.

“ You are here. Really Here. Why?”

“ Because I wanted to . I didn’t want to be anyplace else.”

“ Then why did you run?” He said hoarsely.

“ I couldn’t bear to say goodbye.”

“ Y/N”

“ Wait Gibbs . Hear me out. I thought if I run , I can get you out of my mind. But I couldn’t.  Please. I am asking for one night with you. Show me pleasure. Maybe then I can get you out of my system.  No promises.  I am not asking for your heart. But you , for one night. I need to know hoe it feels to be with you.”

Reader’s  POV:

 

Gibbs looked at my eyes with such intensity. He stepped closer to me.

“ There’s one teeny tiny little problem” he said.

“ What?” I blurted

“ I have fallen in love with you.  I fell for you the moment I saw you. This last year ,I tried my best to fight my feelings. I was scared to open up. What If I mess up. What if I hurt in the process. I didn’t want myself  to screw up with you. I couldn’t  bear it. So I shut myself out from you. But it hasn’t been easy. You have no idea how many times I have almost called you. You have always been in my mind, no matter how much I fought it. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.  But I can’t  deny my feelings anymore. I want you Y/N ,I need you. More than just a night. You see I have already given my heart to you.”

“ Oh Gibbs Gibbs ,I  thought you didn’t like me like that. I mean there was an attraction from the first moment we met. But I was scared to reach out.  I wanted to call you. But I was scared  that what if you did not feel as strongly for me as I do. You have my heart from the moment we met. I knew I have feelings for you. But what if you didn’t. What if it was just lust from your part.”  

My words were cut off when his lips touched mine. This was no gentle kiss. It was wild passionate and demanding.

“ Oh Gibbs ,Gibbs ,Gibbs”  I babbled.

“ As much as I love to hear my name coming from your pretty little voice , I need you to shut up and listen to me for a second okay.” He said cupping my face.

He softly brushed his lips against mine ,gently kissing me. Then looking into my eyes he said : “ Y/N I love you . I love you so much Y/N”.

“ And I love you Jethro. I Love you so much.”

“ Ohh Y/N, words will fail to express how much I love you. But I can show you” he smiled pulling me closer.

[bensonnstabler]

hey do you ever think about s16 e13 'decaying morality' where liv had another young girl named jenna in her squadroom who had experienced unimaginable trauma and that she likely went home and had nightmares about the last time another young girl named jenna who had experienced unimaginable trauma was in her squadroom? do you think that when she saw this jenna out to the elevator with nick by her side that she saw the ghost of elliot's past and did not leave for home until she was sure this jenna wasn't coming back? do you think that nick wanted to say something about her hands suddenly shaking after the elevator doors closed? do you also think that she ordered nick and rollins and carisi out as soon as she could? under the pretence they had a hard day and needed the rest? do you think that fin hung around, watching his sergeant carefully, knowingly and decided he wasn't leaving that night until she did?

[bishopsbelova]

Are people really complaining that Sonny called her “Rollins” in a professional setting because they were at work???

Also do y’all not watch crime shows on a regular basis? Partners have gotten together for years and still called each other by their last names - Castle and Beckett (Kate and Rick were saved from when they were in life and death situations), Booth and Bones, etc - it’s a fucking partners to lovers crime show staple.

Was the fact that they're were openly eye fucking and flirting in the squadroom not enough for yall??? That you have to complain about nothing

[julieverne]

Hi there! Can I ask what your favourite line of dialogue is so far from Where The Light Falters? I also have a bonus question if you feel like answering it that's not quite on the question list: what's your favourite thing about writing 5+1's?

I have two really good answers for dialogue that I can't talk about so it would be this little exchange:

"I liked Barenaked Ladies and Counting Crows back in the academy."

Maura's eyebrow lifted. "I asked about your musical tastes, not your hobbies," Maura said, but there was a cheeky smile on her face that let Jane know that Maura knew they were bands.

I like it because it's flirty without being obvious, and there's an assumption there that Jane would enjoy Barenaked Ladies (the band or just women) that Jane doesn't bother to deny. But there's also the mental image of Jane perp-eyeing crows in the courtyard and making little detective notes in a pocketbook that I enjoy as a bird fancier myself.

As for 5+1, I seem to do a lot of those. The thing is that the show often bookends the episodes, or has things happen a few times (Maura being attracted to tall Italians, Jane rejecting men, Jane protecting Maura).

I think it's the symmetry and repetition that I find soothing. They're relaxing to write usually, and there's enough characters that if I get stuck I can go 'oh Susie would be hilarious to witness this intimate moment between them' or whoever would be funniest for that moment. For the most part they're low-effort - lower, I would say, than most one-shots because it's formulaic (anyone in my life knows I go so far off script that it's baffling that I would find a formula interesting). My absolute favourite thing is the +1 where one of them has a revelation or is finally brave enough to make the jump.

It's also the complete lack of privacy they seem to have that makes them so fun because they can always be interrupted by someone right as they're about to make headway. So they get close again, and someone walks into the morgue or the Division One cafe or the squadroom or Maura's kitchen or even Jane's apartment when Tommy brings up dog poop.

They're always just teetering on a moment that never quite happens in the show, and it's fun to go through existing scenes and think 'but what if?'

[foreverknightalways]

Nick says, Someone wants us to believe that either Hiatt or someone working for him snuffed Reeves to shut him up. Schanke says, Somebody who, at the considerable risk of sounding partisan, maybe had a prior role in the hot satin sheets with Gilbert "the Joy Boy" alderman. Nick pulls his gun from a drawer and puts in his shoulder holster. Nick says, Or someone that has an even bigger stake in all this. Schanke asks, Where are you going? Nick gets up and grabs his jacket then answers, To dig a little deeper.

[silverstar70]

Fandom: NCIS Character: Alden Parker

Author's note: This is my first fanfiction ever, so please be kind. English isn't my first language so I apologize for any mistake. I was rewatching 20x14. I loved the episode but felt like something was missing. So here it is. Hope you like it!

Make things right

At the ding of the elevator, the team turned in that direction and saw Parker with three boxes of pizza. He walked in silence through the squadroom, no meeting the team’s eyes all pointed on him.

“I wanted to apologize” Parker said quietly, still not looking at them “I know these aren’t the picarones, but I hoped it would work anyway.”

The team, Jimmy and Kasie included, were still at the office to help McGee with the mission reports and thought that Parker went home so it took them by surprise seeing their boss standing there, quiet and vulnerable.

“Depends.” Torres was the first to break the silence “Did you get the pepperoni one?”

“And double cheese”

They ate all together without much of a talking and finished all the reports in record time. Parker was happy with this team, his new team. It was never like that at the FBI and after Jeremy he always preferred to work alone, only occasionally he worked with Fornell, he was a good friend. He knew what happened that night and helped him to move on.

He didn’t know what it would have happened if it wasn’t for Fornell. Right after the accident, he started drinking more than he should, it was the only thing that helped him not to think. He was angry at the world, but especially at himself for not covering his best friend's back.

Fornell arrived at the right time, helped him deal with it. He couldn't forget that night, but he couldn’t let Wills wins again and ruin his career. So, thanks to Tobias, he got back on his tracks and tried his best to learn to live with the guilt. Things went fine for a while, he started living again but as much as he tried, the guilt was still there. Not even Jaremy was able to redeem him from that feeling.

The NCIS assignment came as a fresh start. For the first time since the accident, he loved being in a team again. This team wasn't like the others, and he knew it right away from the loyalty they showed to Gibbs. Loyalties that they had also shown to him by helping him with the Raven's case. He hated himself for the way he had behaved towards them, for yelling at them and for running away from the crime scene without explanation.

Jeremy was right: the team had changed him. They had accepted him as one of the family and, with a little effort at first, he had earned their respect and trust. Now he was no longer just the boss, but also a friend to be counted on and he was proud. He was proud of this team and lucky to be a part of it.

Sat between Jess and McGee’s desks, they finished the pizza doing small talks and soon it was time to go home but Parker needed to make things right with them first.

“I wasn’t completely honest with you, guys. And I own you an explanation.”

“You don’t own us anything, Parker. We’re just happy that things ended well” McGee spoke for everyone, while the rest sat in silence looking at them.

“No, I do. I shouldn't have raised my voice at any of you," addressing Jimmy and Kasie in particular "I was mad, and I took all my anger out on you. You didn't deserve it. This story has haunted me for years and I've never been able to put an end to it and move on. When we found those pills, all the anger I thought I had buried came back and hit me like a train."

He paused for a moment, collecting his thought. They were family, they should know the truth, but it was harder than he thought. What if they’ll think less of him? What if he’ll lose their respect? No, he knew them better than that, but after all he wasn’t Gibbs. They didn’t own him anything.

“Parker, we get it. We would have reacted the same way, we just wished you told us” Jess reassured him. In that moment he blurred out the truth about that night.

“It was my bullet who hit Jaremy’s back.”

The team stood there in shock, looking at their boss in disbelieves, exchanging looks. Seconds passed and no one said anything, Parker was looking down at his hands in shame. He felt embarrassed and scared. After years he founded joy in working in a team once again, a new family, who respected him and trusted him with their life, and now he’ll lose everything because who would trust a boss who might shoot in you back during a raid? But he was wrong, so wrong.

“We have read the report. We know what happened that night, Parker.” McGee said to him, receiving a questioning look from Parker “I mean, we didn’t know this. We know what Jaremy told us. It was a hell, pure fog of war stuff. But, Alden, it wasn’t your fault. Certainly, Jaremy doesn’t think it is and neither do we.”

“We trust you Parker” added Torres.

“We’ll watch your back, and you’ll watch ours” confirmed Jess, while Kasie went to hug him in comfort. He embraced her tight, and a tear fell on his cheek. He wasn’t expecting all this support, but he was glad he was a part of this special team. When he loosed the hug, Kasie stood beside him to show him all her support.

“Thanks guys. You have no idea how much this means to me. I know I am not Gibbs, but I really appreciate your loyalty.”

“You’re right, you’re not Gibbs” Jimmy finally speaks and all turn towards him “But he’s not here now. You are. We’re loyal to you and I am sure it’s what he would want. No one gets left behind”

“Thank you, Jimmy.”

And with that all of them get ready to leave and go home to try to get some sleep. All together walked to the elevators and get inside.

“We still want the picarones tomorrow, though” Torres said before the doors closed and they all laughed.

[ncistivaparis]

You know in 17x09, when Sahar/ Sarah leaves Phineas with Gibbs for 2 days, I just realized she literally asked him to take care of her son so that she could hunt Ziva down (aka Gibbs’ daughter) and torture Adam. So he unconsciously helps her hurting his daughter… and I… How betrayed he must have felt!

And she comes into the squadroom, the place that is literally a home for Gibbs, for Ziva, for Tony! The place where Ziva met both, the place she fell in love with Tony! That place is sacred, and to know she got that close to people that matter for Gibbs and Ziva…it makes me so angry!

And btw, I just want to get rid of Sahar each single second that she’s on my screen..

[tgmsunmontue]

Despite the 3-hour nap I keep typing squadroom and am now imagining the Dagger Squad as lots of different types of mushrooms...

Bob = champignon

Jake = chanterelle

Bradley = russula

Javy = procini

Mickey = enokitake

Natasha = black truffle

[cybernecromancer365]

Elliot caught Olivia as she walked into the squadroom. "Hey, Alex wants to see you, says it's urgent."

(Olivia gets in her car and drives to Alex's office, trying not to worry about what the urgent matter is)

Olivia opened Alex's door and stepped into the office; the A.D.A. sitting at her desk with a hand over her eyes.

"I got your message. What is it?"

Alex glanced to her and stood. "Lock the door."

Olivia did and Alex came to her, wrapping her arms around Olivia's waist, her chin on Olivia's shoulder as she hugged Olivia close.

"Alex--"

"You don't have to say anything." Alex mumbled and planted her face into Olivia’s shoulder.

"This was the "urgent" matter?"

Alex groaned into Olivia's embrace.

"What's wrong?"

"My day sucks."

"...and you had me rush all the way over because..."

"I need Olivia time."

With a smile Olivia rolled her eyes and pulled Alex to the couch. She laid down and opened her arms. "Come on."

Alex gratefully accepted the offer and climbed onto the couch. Her cheek pressed to Olivia’s stomach, she closed her eyes. "God I love you so much." Alex sighed the phrase.

"Because you use me as a teddy bear."

Alex nodded against her then turned her nose into Olivia’s shirt. "You smell like fries."

Olivia chuckled. "That's because Elliot and I spent half the day in a burger joint's kitchen."

"A new case?"

"Yeah."

Alex wrapped an arm around Olivia's waist, her hand rubbing ups and downs into the small of Olivia's back. "I just want to sleep."

"Get through the next few hours. Then you can have all the Olivia time you want."

Alex gently scoffed. "...until her cellphone rings halfway through dinner."

"Hopefully not tonight."

"Can you stay for a couple hours?"

"I don't think you can keep your door locked that long."

"Who cares. For once I want to be lazy. I have no court today and I want to take a nap, with my teddy bear that smells like fries."

Olivia laughed a little. "Didn't know the smell of grease comforted you."

"When it's on you, it does." Alex said and nestled deeper into the embrace, kicking her heels off. "I'm going to take a nap. You should too."

The moment quieted and blissful comfort settled over them. Olivia tilted her head back and closed her eyes, ready to enjoy a nap she admittedly could use, but she woke at the shift against her as Alex sat up.

Alex kissed her. "Thank you." She said soft and sincere.

They shared a smile.

"You better catch some sleep before this teddy bear gets a phone call."

"Right." Alex laid back down, Olivia holding her a little tighter.