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Caught in a Snow Storm ~ Alden Parker 1/2

Summary: After a work road trip, you and Alden have to stop at a hotel cause the roads are being closed and there’s only one room left.

Warnings: one bed, heater goes out, smut, age gap, smoking, handjob, oral (f receiving).

Words count: 5.2k

Author’s note: yes, despite being summer, I’m writing winter fics. I couldn’t shake this idea off my head so I finally wrote it down. Second part coming soon! Special mention to Supernatural in this work because 18 years later, I finally fell into the rabbit hole. I hope you’ll like it! ❤️

None of this was planned. Nothing happened the way it should have. The whole trip was a major waste of time, giving you zero info for your murder case and even less a lead. On top of that, a huge snow storm hit, blocking the roads and you had to stop at the first hotel you found. You usually love the snow, you find it beautiful when it’s all white outside. But this time, it was just the cherry on the cake. “Do you have everything you need for a sleepover?” You did this trip with your team leader, Alden Parker. You didn’t want to go in the first place.

The idea of being stuck in a car for almost three hours with your crush didn’t sound appealing. Not that you mind being with him, you actually love his company, love talking to him about all kinds of things, love his face when he smiles, or how his eyes are soft whenever he looks at you. You love how his mustache is dark while the rest of his beard - and hair - keeps getting whiter. But you still didn’t want to, because of what happened the week before.

Despite being cold outside, the sky was clear blue and the sun was out. You love this exact kind of weather, and ever since you found out about the roof, you enjoy going up for a break, taking some deep breaths, having a smoke and just appreciate the quiet. And that was exactly what you did. Smelling the nice scent coming from the bakery down the street, a cigarette in hand, you relaxed. You even took a couple of pictures of this nice view.

“You know,” you jumped for a second at the sound of his voice straddling you. He chuckled at your reaction. “Ever since I joined, I’ve been wondering where your secret smoking spot is.” He got closer to the ledge, taking in the view. You tried not to stare too much.

“Did you follow me here, Parker?” You puffed on your cigarette.

“Just a little at the time. Nice spot. But the cigarette—“

“I know, I don’t need the lecture. I’m not a heavy smoker, you know.” You stayed a few steps away from him, not wanting to overwhelm him with the bad smell of nicotine.

“Just when you’re overwhelmed or want to relax.”

You didn’t know what to think about the fact that he noticed all of this. And was intrigued enough that he found your secret spot. You felt all giddy, but buried it deep inside you.

“After sex, too.” As soon as it left your lips, you regretted it. Where was this coming from? Technically, it is true, you enjoy a smoke after sex, but it wasn’t something Alden Parker needed to know. You felt so horrified that you stopped looking at the man and just focused on the view and your cigarette that was coming to an end. You would probably need another one. “I shouldn’t have said that.” You managed to say.

“Yeah,” he agreed and you felt even worse. “Look, I’m not going to tell you how bad it is for you, cause I know how annoying that is—I’ve been there.” You looked at him, forgetting your embarrassment for a second. “Just that if and when you decide to try to stop, I’ll be happy to help.”

“H—how did you stop?”

“That’s actually one of the good things that came out of my marriage with Vivian. She really wanted me to stop, so we came to an agreement that everytime I needed to smoke, I’d reach out to her. I’d call if we weren’t together, or just tell her if we were, and she’d do her best to take my mind off it.”

“And it really worked?”

“After a while, yeah. It did. But also because I wanted to stop. If you don’t have that in the first place, no matter what you do, it won’t work.”

“I’ll— think about it. Thank you for offering your help.”

Your cigarette was long gone, and you put the bottom away in a little ashtray you hid.

“We’re a team.” He smiled at you. That damn smile that makes you want to reach for him and kiss him until you can’t breathe.

You went back to the bullpen together. “I do miss a good cigarette after sex though.” He just said before you left the roof.

Maybe you spent the entire week overthinking this. He obviously didn’t mind what you said, but you still felt horrified by it. Why would you say something like that to him? Clearly, he knew what that feeling was like, but it still wasn’t worth mentioning. He did agree when you said you shouldn’t have said it though. Did it make him uncomfortable? He probably doesn’t want to know anything about his coworkers sex life.

Not that you had any lately.

When you finally reached a hotel, you thought it would be it. You couldn’t wait to get into your room, lay down and relax. Probably go back down later to smoke. The ride itself wasn’t bad at all. Alden was his usual self, you two talked about many stuff in the car, some were work related and some weren’t. At some point, it felt like he was trying to know you better than he already did. After all, you’ve been working together for just a year, and it’s not like you two spend a lot of alone time together.

“I’m sorry we’re booked.” The receptionist started to say, and you sighed heavily. “Lots of people decided to stop when they announced the storm coming up. All we have left is a suite.” You and Alden looked at each other.

“It’s either that or the car.” He said.

“Fine. But accounting better not give us hell for that.”

“Is this a work trip?” The lady asked, surprising both of you.

“Yeah, why?” Alden asked.

“Because that suite—only has one bed.”

“Fuck me.” You muttered a bit too loud. But Alden agreed for the room.

“We’re adults.” He said in the elevator. “We’ll build a pillow wall if it makes you feel better.”

“Sure. Adults and pillow walls really fit together.” You rolled your eyes. Alden chuckled.

“Have you ever slept in the same bed as a friend or something?”

“Yeah, of course. But it’s different.”

The elevator’s doors opened and Alden walked out first. “If it really grosses you out to share a bed with me, I’ll sleep on the floor, Y/N.”

You usually love when he says your name, but not this time. You could tell by his tone that you upset him. Hurt him, maybe? But wasn’t it better that he thought something like that than know the truth? That you didn’t want to share a bed because you were scared of what it may do to you. You followed him into the suite. It was very beautiful, spacious, and kinda—romantic. Not helping.

“That’s not what I meant, Alden.” He put his backpack down.

“I saw a little store down the street, I’m gonna go buy a few things.” He walked past you to reach for the door again. “Do you need anything?” He still asked.

“A pack of cigarettes?” You heard his quiet growl.

“I was thinking more like some food? Hygiene products? PJs?”

“Do you really think they are selling PJs in that mini store?”

“I’m hoping. Sleeping on the floor is one thing, but sleeping on the floor in my suit? I’d rather not.”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” You told him.

“Are you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah right.”

You knew he wanted to ask you why it was different with him. Why did you seem so repulsed by the idea of sharing a bed?

“I’ve got everything I need, thanks.”

Alden nodded and left.

This would be alright, yes? It was just one night. The bed was big enough for you two, you wouldn’t need a pillow wall. You just hoped his scent wouldn’t drive you crazy, that his body heat wouldn’t warm your insides.

While Alden was gone, you called McGee to give them updates - not that you had much - and listen to theirs. You exchanged a few theories about the case. And finally told him that you’ve found a hotel to spend the night. “Where’s Parker?”

“He needed a few things for a store downstairs. How are the roads in DC?”

“Not too bad yet, but we’re all heading back home before we have to sleep in the office.”

“Lucky you.”

“Be safe and stay warm.”

“Not too warm though.” You overheard Nick. The team knew about your crush on Alden. They all figured you out little by little.

“Tell him he’s a dead man.”

“She’s going to kill you.” Tim said to Nick, laughing.

“Love you too!” Nick shouted.

You were still working on your computer when Alden came back from his little trip. You immediately noticed the snow all over his dark coat, his hair was wet, and he looked absolutely frozen. “It’s getting bad.” You stood up to take a quick look through the window. Everything was covered in snow and the night was dropping. “The store owner told me that a neighborhood close by lost power. We may be next.”

“Wonderful.”

As Alden took his coat and jacket off, you went to grab a towel from the bathroom and offered it to him. “For your hair.”

“Thank you.” He dried off his hair, and sat on bed to take off his wet socks. He looked at you puzzled when you extended your hand.

“It’s just socks. They need to dry.”

You disappeared in the bathroom to put them on the tower heater, while it still worked. When you came back, Alden was sitting on the bed in his white undershirt, his belt was unbuckled. You forced yourself not to stare. “We can eat downstairs but I don’t feel like moving just yet. You can if you want to be alone.”

“Not hungry for now. You should take a shower while there’s still hot water, that’ll warm you up. I put a towel on the heater.”

You could feel his eyes on you even though you had your back turned to him. “Thank you.” And he was gone to the bathroom.

This was going to be alright.

You took a look in the bags he brought back. Was this considered sneaking? He didn’t say anything about it being private, and you could see a bag of chips on top anyways. And you found mostly snacks, a bag of your favorites. There was your favorite kind of tea, and some coffee powder. And obviously, a box of pastries. You smiled at that. If Alden doesn’t find his way to pastries, pastries will find their way to him.

Then you grabbed the hotel menu, looking at what could interest you. Unlike you told Alden, you were hungry, you just didn’t want to eat alone. And you wanted to make up to him for hurting his feelings earlier.

He came back from the bathroom, wearing some night shorts, his white t-shirt and a black zipper on top. His hair was still a little wet, and messy. You’ve never seen his beautiful hair like this and you loved it even more. Alden looked so casual, and cozy, you realized this was what it’d be like to date the man. This could be one of your daily views, if only— if only.

You were on the bed, scrolling on your phone, your legs under the blanket as it was getting a bit colder. “You should go too.” He told you, and you agreed. Walking past him as he smelled fresh from the shower turned your upside down. You hurried to the bathroom and locked up. A cold shower was more needed than a hot one. You almost gave up to your urges in the shower and touched yourself, but your embarrassment afterwards would be written all over your face, and Alden could read you very easily.

You needed to smoke.

“You were looking at the menu. Do you want to order something?”

“Do you?”

You definitely noticed how Alden looked at you from head to toes, even though there was nothing to see. You were wearing an oversized hoodie that you always have with you during winter, and your work pants. “I don’t have shorts like yours or anything similar.” You answered his silent question.

“Get under the blanket and take them off. I’m staying here for now anyway.”

You did as told, because you honestly wanted those pants off. Alden stayed seated at the little table. “So, food?”

“The grilled cheese sounds good.”

“Drink? I got you some tea for later, but you already saw that.”

It was the first time since you got the room that you and Alden actually looked at each other. You could tell he was teasing you for looking into the bags, so you smiled. “My favorite. Thank you by the way.”

You gave Alden your full order and he called the reception, who informed him about the heating system issue. The room temperature was clearly dropping. You pulled on your sleeves to cover your hands, and put the hood on. “We can get an extra blanket, or hang out around their chimney.”

“I’d rather stay here for now. And get your ass under the blanket too.”

“I’m good.”

“For the love of god, Alden! I’m not grossed out by the idea of sharing a bed with you! Or anything like that for that matter.”

“No, I know. I get it. I’m your team leader, I’m quite older than you. It’s not very comfortable, like sleeping with your weird uncle or something.”

You laughed, but Alden looked serious.

“You’re definitely not the weird uncle.”

“Yeah, tell that to my nieces and nephews.”

“I’d rather trust Eli.” You smiled and he returned it. You and the team learned about Alden’s godson only recently. You’ve met his former FBI partner, Jeremy, who talked about his son Eli, and how much he loved his godfather. You had no doubt believing that Alden was a loving godfather, who took his role very seriously. And you loved that about him. “Get under the blanket, Parker.” You said again, and this time he did. He stayed very much on his side though, a huge gap between your body and his. “Plug your phone before the power goes out.” He said, plugging his own.

As you left the bed to grab your phone charger - and computer - you forgot that you had no pants on. It didn’t even occur to you when you slightly bent over to get it from your bag. It was only when you walked back to the bed, and saw how red Alden’s cheeks were that you realized. You basically jumped under the blanket, mortified. “I’m sorry! I completely forgot—sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He cleared his throat. “No worries.”

“Let’s agree that if either of us does something that makes the other uncomfortable, we can just say it. Yeah?”

“Deal.”

How could you look him in the eyes now?

Both of you on your side of the bed, focusing on your phones, the room became totally quiet. You didn’t know what was more uncomfortable, the fact that you just saw your panties, and that you’re both so ill at ease, you can’t even talk, creating this awful atmosphere.

Finally, your order came in. You obviously decided to eat on the bed, the blanket covering you as much as possible. “I can put up something on my laptop if you want.” You offered.

“Yeah, why not.”

You gave him a few options as he settled the food.

“What’s Supernatural?”

“Seriously? Dean and Sam Winchester, chasing demons and all kinds of creatures?”

“That sounds—“

“Like what we’re watching. Sit.”

And you did just that. Eat dinner in bed, covered by a comfy blanket, watching the first episode of Supernatural… with your team leader. Your crush. The guy who’s much older than you.

You didn’t know who was the most surprised by how Alden got into it. He was asking you a bunch of questions, some that you couldn’t answer without spoiling. “Just because it’s not that bad, doesn’t mean I’ll binge the whole thing. Don’t care about the spoilers.”

“I do. So, if you want to know what killed the boys’ mom, just watch it.”

Alden was leaning against the headboard, an arm behind his head. He looked even more cozy than he did earlier. You could so easily lay down on his chest, and cuddle as you watch the show. “Maybe I should go down and get that extra blanket.” He said at the end of the episode.

“I will go. I’m gonna smoke.”

“I didn’t buy you a pack.”

“Always have a few with me. Do you think you can avoid freezing to death for ten minutes?”

“You’re the one going outside. Wouldn’t you prefer to stay warm here and talk to me?” He offered. How he managed to stop smoking. “We can watch another ep, if you want.”

“You’re hooked.” You grinned.

Alden turned on his side, leaning a little closer to you. “Well it’s always nice to know how to defend myself if I ever encounter a demon.”

“Or a vampire, or a werewolf, or a rougarou.”

“What the hell is a rougarou?” He laughed.

“Binge. The. Show.” At every word, you got closer to Alden. So close your forehead almost brushed his. A little more and you could’ve kissed the man. And it obviously took both of you by surprise.

“I’ll go get the blanket. Be back in a few.” He was gone before you could say anything.

By the time he came back, you had cleared the bed from the plates and food, made sure that there were no crumbs or anything in the sheets, put his water bottle on his nightstand, and waited. The extra blanket looked fluffy and pretty warm, and Alden couldn’t wait to get under. “It’s freezing in those damn hallways.”

You grabbed the blanket from his arms and set it just right on the bed. You took your computer, settling it between your hips and Alden’s, maybe it acted as a barrier. “You’re cold.” You could feel his coldness despite the gap.

“You think?” His vest was close up to the top, and he put his hood on just like you. Without thinking further, you reached out for one of his hands. It was frozen.

“Gimme the other one.” Puzzled, he gave you his hands. You put them in the big pocket of your sweater, and covered them with yours. His hands were much bigger than yours but you didn’t care. You moved your fingers on his skin, putting a bit of pressure to get the blood flooding properly.

“Do you have another pocket for my feet?” He asked as you felt his legs getting closer.

“I swear if you put your cold feet on my legs, I’ll scream.”

In the pocket where the four hands were, you didn’t know who was trying to warm who. They were mixed together, you could feel his fingers moving against your palm and wrist. Alden chuckled, his legs got even closer.

“Parker, I have a gun.”

“So do I. And I’m a better shooter.”

“We’re 1 to 1, so no, you are not.”

You and Alden went to the shooting range a couple of times. It started with a little teasing about your aim after a case, and it turned into a competition. Whoever wins the next round has to invite the other for dinner. His idea.

Did it mean something?

“When this case is over, we’re doing the last round. I can’t wait for my free dinner.”

“Be careful. I could take you to the worst and cheapest restaurant ever.”

“In that case—“

Before you knew it, Alden’s legs were intertwined with yours. His feet were pressed against your calves, and your body got much closer to his. You let out a small scream of surprise before trying to fight him off. But his hands had left your pocket to lock you down. To be honest, with your training, you could get out of his hold but he wanted to play, so you were going to indulge. He was holding you so tight that your hands were stuck in your pocket. You tried to sneak your way out, until you both heard a thump. “Was that my laptop?” You asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“If it’s broken, you’ll explain to accounting why I need a new one.” You lifted your head to look at him. “Shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

“Why’s that?”

“According to the rumors, you dated—“

“Come on. Don’t tell me you believe those rumors?”

“Well, they are around your age, some are single. And Kathy is very beautiful.”

You felt his hold loosen a little but honestly, you didn’t want him to let go of you. You wanted to stay there for as long as possible. He smelled so good, his body felt perfect against yours. Being this close to him felt—right.

“Mmm… that’s true, she is. Do you think I have a chance with her?”

You forced yourself to smile. “Of course you do. You’re clever, handsome, sweet, funny, passionate. And you have the best head of hair ever.”

He laughed at that. From where you were, you saw his throat bobbing. His Adam’s apple was so close, all you wanted was to kiss it. His laugh was the best sound you’ve heard, and it was even better when you were the reason he was laughing.

“I figured you loved my hair when a month after I joined the team, you accidentally touched it.”

“It was an accident, Alden! I was reaching for the file and your head was on the way!”

“Sure it was. I have such a big head.”

“Aldeeeen!” You whined and somehow your face buried itself in his neck. “I swear I didn’t—“

“I’m just teasing you.” He chuckled.

Realizing that you were basically cuddling the man, you were ready to move away and get some much needed distance. Especially that Alden’s released the last bit of pressure they had on you. But before you could move even just a little, his arms closed again. This time, he wasn’t locking you down. He was hugging you. Cuddling you.

“We should stay like this if we don’t want to freeze to death. Unless it makes you uncomfortable—“

“I’m good.” You immediately said. You didn’t want to move. Not now, not ever. “You’re lucky your feet are warm now.”

“Thanks to you.”

After a long moment and an internal debat, you moved your arms to hold him back. You felt his body relaxing entirely, and yours did the same. And you stayed like long enough that you both fell asleep.

Three hours later, you woke up. You and Alden were practically in the same position, except that he rolled a bit of his back, and one of his hands was dangerously close to your butt.

Your skin was damped. You were hot and sweating. Pulling the blankets just a little, you realized that the room wasn’t cold anymore. As slowly and quietly as possible, you moved out of Alden’s arms and left the bed. The heater was working very well, your hoodie wasn’t needed anymore so you got rid of it, as well as your socks. You were now in a tank top and panties, but couldn’t bring yourself to care. Especially not after what happened earlier.

You removed the extra blanket as gently as you could so Alden wouldn’t wake up. Then, you crawled back in bed, stared at his beautiful and peaceful face before slowly opening the zipper of his vest. You were halfway through it when his body moved and you felt his eyes on you. “The heating system got fixed. You should take it off.”

“You were doing a great job.” He sleepily said. You opened the vest entirely, and tried to remove it from one of his arms.

“A little help, Alden?”

Half asleep, he sat up and put his arms in the air like a toddler wanting to be undressed. You quietly laughed and undressed him, almost straddling his lap. It surprised you when he got rid of his t-shirt too before laying back down, taking you with him.

Alden was shirtless. You could feel him, you could touch his chest if you were bold enough. You wanted to turn on the lights and see his body, admire it, imprint in your brain forever. You were about to relax and just enjoy this moment, but it was when he let go of you and practically turned on the other side. “Oh” left your lips as it surprised you, confused you and kinda hurt you.

“Male body reaction.” You heard him say. “It’s better I stay on my side.”

It took you a couple of seconds to understand. “What if I don’t want you to stay on your side?” You whispered and moved closer. You didn’t know what had gotten into you at this moment. Maybe you were going to die of embarrassment, maybe you’d have to quit your job in the morning. Or maybe—

You were now spooning Alden. “Remember our agreement? If one of us does something that makes the other un—“

“Yeah.” He cut you off.

Slowly, you ran your hand from bare back to his chest. He started to breathe heavily. You loved the hair that was there. You touched his pecs, his tummy, making him growl, and reached the waistband of his shorts. You softly kissed his shoulder and Alden melted. His hand went up and down your forearm that was around him. “I need you to agree to this, Alden.” You whispered into his ear, “Don’t want to take advantage of sleepy you.” You planted a kiss under his ear.

“I’m very much awake, sweetheart.” His head leaned back into you. “You can do anything to me.”

When was the last time someone took care of this man?

Your hand finally got into his shorts. You had barely touched his length that he moaned. When your hand wrapped around his cock, you didn’t expect it to be this thick. You got even wetter than you already were. You collected his pre cum on the tip, and used it to start stroking. “Fuck!” He growled deeply. He completely leaned into you, his hand reaching for your hair, neck, face. He was needy and you loved it. You freed his cock from the shorts and stroked him slowly, putting just enough pressure. You kissed his cheek, nipped his ear. You were able to move your other arm under his head, which allowed him to touch his chest. Between the noises he was making, you could tell he wanted to talk, he wanted to say something but everything died on his tongue. “Kiss me.” Was all he could say as he turned his face and you did. All teeth and tongue, all needy and desperate. Alden was now on his back, his hips moving. You weren’t sure if you were giving him a handjob or if he was fucking your hand. That you cared.

“I’m gonna—“ he choked and growled.

You kissed his cheek and whispered to his ear again. “Cum for me, Alden. I’ve got you.” A few more sloppy strokes and he was coming all over his stomach, your name dying on his lips along curse words, his fist holding onto your hair for dear life - it stung a little but you loved it.

You watched him coming down from his high, playing with his hair. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he was catching his breath. The post orgasm bliss on his face. You kissed his cheek, “I’ll go get a towel.”

When you came back, Alden had turned the nightstand light on, and he looked absolutely perfect. Naked, satisfied, relaxed… the best version of Alden Parker you’ve ever seen until now.

He tried to reach for the towel but you slapped his hand away, and cleaned the sticky mess on his stomach. As soon as you were done, Alden grabbed you and pinned you on the bed, his body covering yours. “I think we can say that our platonic work relationship is ruined.” His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips.

“How terrible.” You grinned and he kissed you. You’ve been in control so far, but you knew at this moment that he was taking over.

“I’m not sure how I got you to be interested in me, but I’ll take it.” He lifted your tank top a little and went down to kiss your stomach.

“You’re the only one who didn’t know I’ve had a crush on you for months.” Your body shivered under his touch.

“I may have noticed a few things—“ he took your top off of you and admired your breasts before touching them, kissing them, playing with your nipples. “But it seemed impossible.” He kept touching your tits as he got back up to kiss you. You buried your hands in his hair, and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Why? Because you’re older?”

“For starters.” He kissed you one more time before getting on his knees. He slowly took off your panties while staring deep in your eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck about your age.” He looked at your panties, smelled them before throwing them away. You practically moaned at his actions.

“You should, babydoll.”

He settled between your legs, kissed your inner thigh, bit a little, and gently touched your pussy, looking at it so hungrily.

“Well if you don’t fuck me properly, I just might.” You teased, trying not to lose your mind over having him down there.

“As much as I want to, I’m not going to fuck you tonight, unless you got a condom hidden in your bag.”

“For fuck sakes!” You shouted.

“Sorry, doll. But I’m going to make you cum.”

And he finally dived in. He inhaled your scent deeply, before putting his month where you needed him the most. Alden knew what to do, when to do it. He ate you like a starving man. Making you moan loudly. You felt his index finger penetrating you, and another finger as his month kept playing with your clit. It didn’t take long before that amazing and familiar feeling appeared. One of your hands was in his hair, while he was holding the other with his free hand. Your legs around his neck could’ve suffocated him but you didn’t care and neither did he.

“I want to taste all of you, doll. Cum with my mouth.” He encouraged you. “I’ve got you.” He repeated your words. And you didn’t need more.

After cleaning you with the towel, Alden held you as you were catching your breath. Kissing your hair, he gently stroked your back. You both enjoyed this moment, this position, this tenderness. You didn’t know what tomorrow would be like, or even what this all meant.

Neither of you dared to ask.

[beeps-mess]

Autistic Reader + NCIS Team (Part Two)

Once again, little drabbles of a gender-neutral reader with autism interacting with the NCIS team. This one has Jack, Ducky, Tony, Tim, Kasie, and Nick.

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Part One

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Jack had picked up on your routine and habits quickly. She knew what time you arrived every morning, she knew how you took your coffee, and that you had to have a specific lid on the cup or else the texture made everything taste horrible when drinking. This information came into hand pretty soon after she noticed it. You had stayed at the office with Gibbs, working through different paperwork, and Tim had tried to be nice by picking you up coffee. Unfortunately, you had worked yourself to the bone, too tired to speak up when you felt the gross paper lid on your lips. Logically, Jack knew you were most likely semi-verbal, if not nonverbal, and waited until you had left to go to the restroom to explain the preference when it came to lid texture. By the time you came back, there was a plastic lid on the coffee cup, one that didn’t make you want to spit the drink back out. You spun around the room, seeing blonde hair retreat into her office before you could even call out her name. A plastic reusable lid showed up on your desk the next week, fitting onto the cups from the nearest coffee shop that had the paper lids.

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In your early days at NCIS, you avoided the morgue, finding the smell of bleach too overwhelming. As time went on, you got attached to Ducky, facing the strong smell to talk to the doctor. You would go back and forth with random stories, Ducky having heard so many of your stories that he started telling them when they related to a case. At some point, the conversations always made it to the topic of documentaries, a shared love between the two of you. Most days there would be a suggestion on a topic or feedback on a recommendation documentary. At one point, the two of you ended up bumping into each other when checking out DVDs at the same location, deciding it would just be easier to watch them together. It became the normal thing for the two of you to get together twice a month to watch a documentary, the host deciding which one. It was a constant in your life, something you appreciated very much.

-

When Tony heard you liked a good amount of Steven Spielberg’s movies he was excited, hoping you would like some other classics, but he was wrong. You liked the Jurassic Park movies the most, the Indiana Jones and Back to the Future movies following closely but that was really it. Jaws was okay, Gremlins wasn’t really your thing, and you had a strange distaste for the Goonies, something that made Tony explode when you told him. It was even worse when you said Shrek was a piece of art. All of his other films were too emotional or just didn’t catch your eye. To put it simply, Tony was frustrated, thus, starting a tradition. Once a month you would sit down with Tony and a bowl of popcorn to watch any film he deemed a classic. It was hit and miss, some being great while others just seemed plain dumb. You did appreciate his consideration when it came to the loud noises in the movies, knowing when to turn the volume down or warning you. After multiple movies though, you felt that you needed to share too, causing a rotation to start. One month, he would choose one of his classics, the next, you would choose a sci-fi movie you liked. You didn’t notice how much you liked the silly tradition until he became an agent at sea, which stopped the movies. He would try to throw out movie suggestions but you could never sit down long enough to actually start the film, something he was amused by when he eventually came back.

-

Tim had stumbled onto you and Tony bickering about movies one day, which piqued his interest. Only really doing so because the topic of the bickering was whether or not Han Solo was a douche. Tony was of the opinion that he wasn’t but you were convinced he was. Tim realized his mistake the moment he realized the topic though. Never walk into a room where two people are bickering especially if it was between you and Tony regarding films. He was immediately asked his stance, causing the conversation to end quickly when he meekly agreed with you. The topic of Star Wars wasn’t brought up again for a while, with work taking up the majority of Tim and your conversations. The topic was finally brought up again when you mentioned going home and being bored, Tim offering for you to come over and watch Star Wars with him. From there, your friendship expanded. Free time at work was spent chatting about similar nerdy stuff and scheduling movie get-togethers.

-

Kasie had taken up Abby’s tradition of making apparel for new NCIS agents but also added the tradition of making yearly sweaters or caps for the team. Every winter season they were handed out, a cap going to Nick while everyone else would get a sweater. It was a cute tradition and one that you loved until she tried out a new type of yarn. It was horrible. The texture was uncomfortable and you left the sweater in the box for weeks after you got it. Kasie didn’t know until the yearly holiday get-together. Everyone had shown up wearing their gifts except you, who chose to wear the one from last year. She had frowned, only figuring out that you might’ve disliked the yarn texture then. The next week, a new sweater arrived on your desk, the same design and the old one was nowhere to be found.

-

It was common knowledge that Nick wasn’t the best with words, often panicking when people are emotional around him, so it was surprising for him to sit next to you while you sobbed your ass off. You had gotten deep into a case, becoming horribly sad when another person fell victim to the killer. Nick just sat with you, explaining he didn’t do words but if you needed company he was there. When he tried to stand your hand reached out, grasping his wrist, making him sit back down. He sat with you for an hour in silence.

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187]

If anyone writes this pls tag me

So I’m rewatching NCIS (well technically just watching reruns) and i don’t wanna even talk about some of the Gibbs fic ideas that i thought and forgot to write down.

But anyway i just watched 2x20 and it’s where Kate and Tony sneak into Tim’s apartment to see him in his “natural environment” and when they leave a girl (Spencer from Pretty little liars)(think her names troian) comes out and plays his game he was on

Well i was wondering if anyone wants to make a fic based on that but when they burst in reader and tim are making out or in a compromising position or as they are sneaking around she comes out fresh out shower going to say sun to him or something and meets them

[impassionedromancewriter]

A Picture's Worth

You and your husband are organizing your photos. You can't help but look at them and smile at all the memories.

McGee: Do you remember this?

You: Aww I love that picture. Tony took it. I don't think you'd been at NCIS a week.

McGee: Probies together.

You: You were a probie. I was six months in.

You keep looking through the photos when McGee spots one in particular.

McGee: Guess what I found?

You: What?

McGee: The photos from when you went undercover as a pregnant woman.

You: Let me see.

McGee: You were the most beautiful fake pregnant woman I'd ever seen.

You: Aww yeah. I loved that baby bump.

McGee: You refused to take it off.

You: Everyone was so sweet to me. They all wanted to know how far along I was and if the baby was a boy or a girl.

McGee: What did you tell them?

(You and McGee have tried to get pregnant many times, but it's never happened)

You: (softly) I told them it was a boy

You start to get a little more emotional.

You: (whisper) I wish it could of been real.

He puts his arm around you, pulls you close and kisses your head.

McGee: I know. Me too.

[nerdyfangirl67]

With a Little Help From the Team - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: Tim McGee x fem!reader, Gibbs x daughter!reader (brief/vague)

Word count: 2717

Warnings: this was a pretty fluffy piece! (not gonna lie), mild language, reader is Gibbs’ daughter

Request: @ncisfan​ “Hello! I saw your post from this morning saying you didn’t have any requests for ncis at the moment and I wanted to make a request. If for some reason you don’t want to write it that’s okay but here’s my prompt,(Idk what to call it) The reader and McGee have been dating for years and McGee has to tell the whole team (Tony, McGee, Bishop, Gibbs. That team please!) including her dad (Gibbs, cause why not?) when he wants to propose. You can decide on if they say yes or no but I hope you’ll write it. Sorry if I’m overwhelming you I just wanted to make a request”

A/N: I know I’ve told you this @ncisfan​ , but I absolutely love this idea! And a McGee x reader? Yes please! I did put this in both McGee’s and the reader’s point of view and changed it up a bit. (Yeah, I got super involved in this one and it got longer than I thought…and took far longer than I thought) I hope you enjoy it darling!!

Tim stands in the bullpen, nervously trying to find the right words to tell the team about you, the team of which just so happened to include the one man capable of making him feel like a young schoolboy still wet behind the ears, especially since that one man had a lot to do with what Tim was about to say.

Tim takes a deep breath to gather his last bit of courage and confidence, which promptly fades away the moment he starts talking.

“I uh…well you know that I’ve been seeing, no dating…dating Y/N.” Tim stutters out as his nerves get the better of him, completely fumbling the carefully planned out speech he had come up with prior to meeting with Gibbs.

Gibbs narrows his steely blue eyes as he wordlessly nods his head, telling Tim to continue.

“Things have been going well, really well actually. And I’ve been wanting to, or meaning to…not that I was putting it off, because I wasn’t. That’s the last thing-”

Gibbs cut him off with a “Spit it out McGee.”

“What I’m asking is for your permission, no..that’s not - I want to propose to her.” He was speaking so fast, his words were nearly running together, his sentences jamming together into one that didn’t make much sense.

Gibbs doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he continues to stare at Tim, looking for any trace of deception in his face. “Why?” He asks gruffly, startling Tim.

“Wh-why?” Tim squeaks out, an uneasy feeling weighing on his chest as he tries to find the right words to answer a question he hadn’t prepared for.

“Yes, McGee. Why? Why do you want to marry my daughter?” Gibbs pauses, still evaluating Tim and his reaction. “Why should I want you to marry my daughter?”

Tim takes a deep breath, a sudden burst of confidence washing over him as he realizes that the answer to such a question was right in front of him. “Because I love her… honestly, I have for a long time, even before we started dating. And, more than anything, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to spend every day that I have left in this life showing her I love her and cherishing her the way she deserves. I can’t imagine my life without her in it.”

Gibbs surprises him then, with a small smile and a hearty clasp to his shoulder. “Alright then, probie. Now all you have to do is tell her that and of course, ask her to marry you.”

Had it been any other girl, McGee might not be struggling as much to find the words. But you weren’t just any girl. You were not only Gibbs' daughter, something that caused him far more fear than he’d ever admit (he was dating the boss’ daughter after all), but you were also close with the other members of the team, which made this whole ordeal all the more nerve wracking.

You had come to know the members of the team through your job as a technical analyst for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, meaning you spent most of your time hunting down case leads in a cubicle. Then, as you grew better at your job, and closer to Abby (who had had something to do with getting you on Gibbs team, although she’d never admit to it), you had been moved from that cubicle to a desk in Gibbs’ bullpen, unceremoniously joining the team, although not full-time as you still worked with the cyber/tech unit, your father thought so highly of (something he would never admit out loud, even to you).

You eventually became just as close to Abby as your father was, something Abby always attributed to ‘a Gibbs thing’, - “It must be a Gibbs thing because Y/N is just as great as Jethro and we just click.” Many times, if you weren’t working on a case, you could be found hanging out in the lab with Abby.

You and Tony were best friends, spending hours talking about movies and pranking each other. And, despite your “geeky background” of tech analysis, Tony never once teased you (a courtesy Tony had never given him). In fact, he had become something of a big brother to you, filling a role in your life you hadn’t ever thought you’d needed filled.

And then Ziva had joined the team, filling in little by little that hole that had been left after Kate’s death. Even with the high tension existing between Abby and Ziva, you and Ziva had hit it off right away, becoming fast friends. Eventually, despite the perceived oddness of your friendship, you, Abby, and Ziva became an inseparable trio, even occasionally ganging up together against Tony or Gibbs.

Suffice to say, you were important to the team, just as they were to you. And now Tim was faced with telling these people that he not only had been dating you (a relationship the two of you had decided to keep relatively quiet because of your line of work and the fact that you were often times coworkers), but that he was going to ask you to marry him, a proposal of which he was seeking the team’s help with.

“So, uh...I-well, I’ve been seeing, er...dating-” Tim starts, his mind scrambling as he tries to form a coherent sentence.

“McGee, the chickadee is out of the bag. We all know you’re dating Y/N.” Ziva says matter of factly,

“Cat, Ziva, the cat is out of -” Tony starts reflexively, before pausing and turning to Tim and then to Gibbs, his mouth hanging open. “Wait-what? You’re the one Y/N has been dating?” He asks incredulously.

Gibbs takes a step forward, slapping Tony on the back of the head. “Close your mouth DiNozzo.” Tony’s jaw snaps shut at the command.

“Keep talking McGee.” Gibbs says gruffly, his piercing blue eyes settling on Tim.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me.” Tim blurts out.

“We kind of knew that McGee.” Abby states, her lips pulled into a satisfied smirk. “I mean, you haven’t exactly been stealthy about ring shopping. Or buying the ring. Or getting it inscribed.” Abby lists off, earring a few incredulous looks from the other members of the team. “Y/N’s my best friend, okay? I had to make sure the ring was a good one.”

Tony turns to McGee. “McRomeo getting married? Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?” Tony steps forward to give Tim a good-natured shoulder shove. “You like it so you’re putting a ring on it, huh?” He asks with a Cheshire Cat-like grin on his face. Ziva is the one who moves to slap him in the back of the head this time.

“Ow, Ziva. What the hell was that for?” Tony asks, a hand already rubbing the spot Ziva had just smacked on the back of his head.

“When will you ever shut up and let McGee finish?” She questions, giving Tony a pointed glare. He opens his mouth to respond, but a hard look from Gibbs keeps him quiet.

Tim timidly clears his throat before continuing. “I’d like to do it here. And, um...I’d like to do it here, with all of you.” Smiles spread through the group at Tim’s words, several ideas already being blurred out by the more enthusiastic members of the team (it was Abby. Abby was already excitedly sharing ideas with the person sitting next to her, which just so happened to be Gibbs.)

——— You squeeze Tim’s hand before letting go, reaching for the handle to your car door. “See you at work.” You say with a soft smile before turning back towards your car.

“Let’s, um, let’s ride together today, to work I mean.” Tim stammers nervously, a hand on top of your driver’s side door, stopping you from leaving.

“Are you sure? I thought we were trying to keep this, us, quiet.” You ask, stepping away from your car and closer to him. He cups the side of your face with his hand, leaning forward to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.

“Just once, okay?” He asks quietly, a sheepish smile on his face.

You let out a small laugh. “Just this one time, alright Agent McGee?” You say with a smile, letting him take your hand and lead you towards his car. He opens the passenger door for you, closing it behind you before getting in the driver’s side. The entire ride into work is marked with Tim either giving you a huge dopey grin or a quick nervous glance, which only serves to make you suspicious, as if the insisting to ride together didn’t already.

Tim pulls into his usual parking spot, shutting off the car before turning to you. “How about we walk in together?” He asks hesitantly, a shy smile accompanying his question.

You quirk an eyebrow up at his question before responding, “Tim, it might make it pretty obvious what’s going on between us if we do that.” “Let’s do it anyway, Y/N.” He reaches over to squeeze your hand before climbing out of the driver’s side of the car and making his way to your side of the car. He opens the passenger door for you, offering you a hand to help you out, which you graciously accept. He continues to hold your hand after you are out of the car and as the two of you walk into the building, only letting go as the two of you go through security.

The two of you are the only ones on the elevator and for the entirety of the short ride, you can almost feel Tim vibrating beside you with some sort of nervous energy. You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it before murmuring, “You okay?” He gives you a tight nod in response just as the elevator dings, announcing its arrival on your floor of the building.

You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Have a good day Tim, I love you.” You say, moving towards the open doors of the elevator. Tim reaches a hand out, grasping yours and stopping your exit out of the elevator.

“I, uh, I’ve got to give you something. It’s in my desk drawer, in the...bullpen.” He stammers out, quickly retracting his hand to wipe it against his suit jacket.

“Oh, can I get it at lunch?” You ask, turning back towards the front of the elevator and pressing the button to reopen the doors.

“No.” He shouts, startling you enough that you take a step back away from the sliding doors. “I mean, come with me?”

“What is up with you today Tim?” You demand, his unexplained, unnatural behavior causing your suspicions to rise, a million questions running through your head.

“Just...please.” His voice is thick with emotion, his words coming out barely above a whisper.

You silently nod your head, stepping back into the elevator and allowing the doors to close as you press the button for the floor that the NCIS team resided on. You spare a look over at Tim, whose is rubbing his hands up and down his slacks, his face turned towards the ceiling of the elevator and his lips moving in silent words.

“Tim, what is going on? You’ve been acting weird all morning and I just-” The elevator dings, announcing your arrival on the floor of the bullpen and effectively cutting you off.

Tim puts a hand over the doors, stopping them from closing as he looks at you, his kaleidoscopic eyes pleading with you to understand and to trust him. You give a small nod, taking his outstretched hand in your own and following him to the bullpen.

Right away, you notice the lights over the area of the office you’d come to know as your father’s, as Gibbs’, were off. A flash of fear settles in your chest as you begin to picture all the possible scenarios as to why your father’s part of the office was empty and dark, none of them positive. You start to walk faster, almost pushing past Tim, to get to the bullpen. You suddenly stop short when your eyes fall on Tony’s desk.

Instead of finding your best friend seated at his desk or even finding his desk empty, you see that Tony’s desktop is covered with picture frames. Your curiosity wins out over the rising fear in your chest and you step closer to the desk to inspect the framed photos.

“Oh,” A breath of surprise leaves you as you realize that they were photos of you and of Tim, taken at different times in your relationship. A series of pictures of the two of you from your second date, taken in one of the photo kiosks that you find at the mall. The two of you making goofy faces at each other in the bullpen. You and Tim bent over a computer, faces serious as you both stare at the screen. You turn to Tim’s desk next, finding it filled with vases of flowers in your favorite color.

You move towards them, leaning down to inhale their fragrant scent, your gaze landing on your father’s desk and the photos scattered across the desktop, similar to Tony’s desk, except these were pictures you’d taken of the two of you. One of the pictures from your first trip together, from the date when Tim had told you he loved you, and the first case the two of you had worked on together and a series of selfies you’d taken with Tim at various times; all laid out like a timeline of your relationship.

After a few long moments, you lift your gaze towards Ziva’s desk, curiosity seizing you as you find her desk almost empty. You quickly make your way to the front of the desk, your eyes landing on the single piece of white paper, with only one small paragraph scrawled out in the middle of the page.

Y/N,

I love you and I have something I have wanted to tell you, or rather ask you, for a long time now. I know you’re probably wondering what that question is, so if you’d turn around, I’d like to ask you it.

You slowly turn around, the paper clutched to your chest and your heart racing in your chest as your eyes find Tim’s. He gives you a small, honest smile as he takes a step forward, his hands clasping around yours before he kneels down on one knee in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize what is happening.

“I’ve loved you for years. First, as a friend, and then as a boyfriend, and now...now I want to love you as your fiance, and eventually as your husband. Would you, Y/N Gibbs, do me the honor of being my wife?” In his hands is a modest red velvet ring box, a platinum band adorned with three small diamonds nestled on the inside of the open box.

A lump forms in your throat and as you try to speak, to say yes, nothing comes out. Instead, you nod your head vigorously and close the distance between the two of you. Tim stands fully just as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in against you. You vaguely register noise in the background, noise you later learn is from the various members of ‘your’ NCIS team, as you feel him kiss your cheek.  

“I love you.” You whisper softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, savoring in the feeling of his lips against yours.

“And I love you.” He gives you a deep kiss in return, leaning in to cup a hand along the back of your neck. After a moment, you pull back enough to smile widely at him, the realization that this man would become your husband, the man that you got to spend the rest of your life with, starts to dawn on you, filling you with elation and excitement, not only for your wedding but for the future you’d had with the man you loved.

Tagging:

@madamsnape921​ @ncisfan​ @thisiscalm-andits-doctor​

[literallyprentissstwin]

DRUNKEN ANTICS - Timothy McGee x Reader

this was requested by @imagicana <3

Prompts: #55 - “What happened last night?”, #56 - “You´re fun to touch.”, #71 - “Carry me.” and #86 - “I love your smile.” 

Characters: Timothy McGee x Y/N Y/L/N, the team of season 15 

Warnings: fluff?, drunken stuff, weird talk 

A/N: this is my last NCIS request which i will write :) i hope you enjoyed them and aw usual, feedback is more than appreciated. :) 

“God, what happened last night? My head is throbbing like hell and I can´t think straight.”, Y/N exclaimed as she entered the bullpen, a smirking Nick already awaitening her. 

“Good morning to you too sweetcheeks, it´s a miracle that you´re here.”, he laughed and looked at Bishop. 

“That bad?”, Y/N asked as she placed her bag on her desk and sat down. 

“You don´t remember anything?”, Ellie wanted to know. 

“Nope...god, how much did I drink? I haven´t felt this bad in years.”, Y/N groaned as she took her head in her hands. 

“Good morning.”, Tim  greeted the team as he entered the bull pen.

“Aaaaaah, Tim. Good morning.”, Nick said as he greeted his co-worker. 

Tim didn´t dare to look at Y/N. Not after what happened last night. They definitley crossed a bountry. It shouldn´t have happened. God, how he wished that she wouldn´t remember a thing. 

“Grab your gear.”, Gibbs said as he rushed towards his team, “a dead marine in Quantico.”

“Oh god...I feel as I will soon be dead too.”, Y/N hissed as she got up and grabbed her stuff. 

The team laughed as they made their way over to the elevator. 

Something was off but Y/N couldn´t place her finger on what it was. Tim was behaving pretty strange around her. He barely looked at her and only talked to her when necessary. She really needed to know what happened last night. That´s why she was following him to the break room during lunch break. 

“Boo.”, she said as she came up from behind him.

“God, Y/N. You scared me.”, the tech genius said. 

“I´m sorry.”, she laughed, but soon got serious again, “can we talk for a second?”

“Ahhm, sure. What do you wanna talk about?”, the man asked as he sat down at the table with her.

“Well...as you might have noticed I don´t remember much from last night. I don´t know if this is good or bad though. Did I do something?”

Time hesitated to answer that question and kept staring at her.

“Look, Tim, here is the thing. You´re really weird today. You don´t talk to me, you don´t look at me. Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”

“You really don´t remember?”, Tim wondered. 

“No...please tell me what I did so I can fix it.”

“Okay..”, he said as he started to recap the last night. 

“Awww Timmy, you´re fun to touch...thihi.”, a drunken Y/N bubbled as Tim helped her into her apartment. The team has been out celebrating their latest victory on a case and Y/N might have had a drink too much. This is why Tim decided to bring her home safely and take care of her. 

“Y/N, we really should get going. You need a shower and then you need to rest.”, the man reasoned as he unlocked her door. 

“Carry me!”, she pouted as she kept swaying back and forth. 

“No, I won´t carry you. Maybe you shouldn´t have drank so much.”, he replied annoyed as he carefully guided her into the apartment and closed the door. Y/N trotted towards her bathroom. Everything seemed to be in a blur. 

“Will you wait for me until i finished showering?”, she asked, a little shy this time. 

“I´ll stay here. Call, if you need help.” 

15 minutes later, Y/N was laying in her bed. 

“Tiiiiim, come to me. I can´t sleep all alone.”

“Y/N, you need to rest okay? I´m not much of a help here.”

“Oh come on, you´re my big fluffy teddy bear please.”

Tim smiled brightly. Somehow, she was even more adoreable when she was drunk. 

“Ooooh, I love your smile, Timmy. Now get in here.”

“Okay, but only until you fell asleep.”, he said as he got into bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her. Y/N turned to face him and suddenly, both of ther faces were hovering pretty close to each other. 

“Tim?”, Y/N mumbled. 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being here! I love you!”

“Oh god..I´m so so sorry..”, Y/N said, not able to believe what the agent told her.

“No, it´s okay, really.”, Tim answered as he smiled. 

“This is so embarassing...”

A uncomfortable silence spread between the both of them. 

“But it´s true.”, Y/N suddenly continued. 

“What is true?”, Tim wondered. 

“That I love you..”

Wait what? Did she really just say that out loud? God, could it get even more embarassing now? 

“I-I´m sorry...”, and with that Y/N got up, leaving a confused Tim McGee behind.

@imagicana @massivelyproudmixer @littledizzyhurricane @thehappytalecollector 

[navalcriminalimagines]

Unlucky - Masterlist

Summary: You’re Emily Prentiss’s little sister, you work for NCIS and when your team got a case in Quantico, it’s time for her to meet your team and for you to meet hers…

Pairings: sister!Emily Prentiss x Reader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Reader (for now...)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[writeandsurvive]

Doubts ~ Alden Parker 2/2

Summary: Alden Parker reconnects with his first love and it gets him all confused  Pairing: Alden Parker x Fem!Reader Words count: 5.5k Warnings: age gap relationship, pregnancy talk, mention of dissociation Author's note: it's been a while since I wrote for Alden and I definitely didn't expect for it to be this long, nor take this way either but here we are. I'm giving myself to opportunity to write sequel fics with that ending, cause you never know. I hope you're enjoying it <3 love!

Around lunch time, he received a text from Jeremy. 

‘Wanna come over with your lady tonight?’ He didn’t answer immediately because he didn’t know. 

A couple hours later, it was your turn to text him. 

‘Jer is inviting us for dinner tonight. I’m down! You?’

He can leave Jeremy on read but he can’t do it to you. 

‘Not sure, day’s a mess.’

More like his head is a mess. 

‘Is it okay if I go anyway? You can join if you leave work early enough.’

‘Of course, go! I’ll keep you posted.’

‘Works. Love you, Superman! ❤️’

‘Love you too’

“You look miserable, Parker.” Nick Torres informed him as he grabbed a pastry still sitting on Alden’s desk.

“Thanks, Torres?”

“I bet it’s past days haven't been easy for you. When are we going to meet the future Mrs Parker?”

“Don’t know. We got some stuff planned already.”

“You know she can just stop by.” Jess chimed in.

“Been there, done that. Nope.”

“Alden” it was Tim’s turn to join, “We’re not jerks from the FBI, you know?”

“I don’t worry about you guys. But—“ his hand gesture showed off the entire headquarters, meaning everyone else. 

“I know what’s going on!” Jess interjected, earning puzzled looks from her coworkers. “You’re gatekeeping her.”

“Gatekeeping?”

“Kasie told me how pretty she is. And she’s younger than you.”

“We established that.”

“You are afraid someone in here, in her age rank, will try to swoop her away from you.” 

Alden let out a humorless laugh. “Trust me, Jess, I’ve seen many people try and fail. Right in front of me. I’m not worried about that.” 

“Or maybe she’s just good at hiding it.” Nick grinned at his team leader. 

“Torres, shut up.” 

“Gatekeeping.” Jess said, again. And Tim and Nick repeated it as agreements.

Alden Parker wasn’t sure what drove him to Joy’s house once again. He didn’t even know why he drove for two hours before going there, just to get her favorite pastries from when they were kids. The case is done, and he should put this behind him like it’s been all of those years. But when she opened the door and welcomed him inside, he smiled. 

They settled at the table with coffee and pastries, and started to talk. It was about the case this time, it was about them. Their past, what happened, how they felt. What their lives became from there. He learned that his ex wife Vivian visited Joy after their divorce because she “wanted to see the woman she fought against through the entire marriage.”

“That’s very stupid.” He said “And I’m sorry she actually came to see you.”

“It’s okay, at least I knew about how your life turned out. But it was fifteen years ago. What happened after that?”

You. He met you several years after his divorce, but that was the only answer he wanted to give. You happened, and you made his life a thousand times better. 

“I'm getting married in two months.” 

“Oh! I didn’t—well, congratulations, Park. Kids? Stepkids perhaps?”

“No and no.”

“Do you regret not having kids?”

Alden rubbed his face before answering. “I’m sorry, maybe you don’t want to talk about—“

“She’s younger than me. Young enough to get pregnant, so—“

“Okay, back up. When you say younger than you—?”

“Ryan’s age.”

“You kidding me right now?”

He shook his head no.

“Park, what the hell! Are you seriously getting married to a girl who could be your daughter?”

“Please, don’t, Joy. I’ve had this conversation too many times, I’m not having it with you.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s—“

“Wrong? Bad? Sick? Perverted? Trust me, I heard it all.”

“No, I was just going to say that—it’s too bad.” He looked up to her. “I was hoping you were single.”

He felt her hand on top of his. He knew he should’ve moved his hand away. He should’ve told her to back off, tell her that he wasn’t, and he was very happy about his life and upcoming wedding. But he let her. He let her intertwine her fingers with his. He even squeezed and she softly smiled. She got closer to him, and he didn’t move away. He saw her face approaching his, and he stayed there. Her lips touched his and he didn’t pull away. 

When his phone buzzed, he basically jumped from his seat, stepping away from Joy. Confused and lost, he grabbed his phone and saw that Jeremy was calling. He cleared his throat before answering.

“Hey pal.” He tried to sound casual.

“Uncle Alden! Where are you? Are you coming?” Eli.

“Buddy, hey! I’m still at work, but I’m coming soon, okay? I hope you didn’t start eating without me?” 

“No but hurry, you’re gonna miss the beginning of the game!” 

“I’m on my way! I’m hurrying up!” 

“Okay! But auntie said "drive safe.””

“Always.”

Joy was sitting at the table again. “My godson.”

“And he’s waiting for you, from what I understood.”

“Yeah, dinner and a baseball game.”

He grabbed his coat to put it on. 

“Is she his godmother?”

“No, Eli was five when I met her. But I really don’t want to talk about her with you, Joy. That kiss shouldn’t have happened.” He started to walk towards the door. 

“But it did and you didn’t fight. Not even for a second.” 

And he hated that. He hated himself. 

He opened the door. 

“Maybe that wedding shouldn’t happen.” She said. 

He closed the door. 

It was probably one of the worst drive of his life. How could he let this happen? How could he do this to you? He never faulted when he was married to Vivian, or any other relationships, but he did it with you. You’re the most amazing thing that ever happened to him, the most precious person he could ever meet, and he betrayed you. And the worst part of this? He wasn’t sure it wouldn’t happen again. Because catching up with Joy does something to him. It makes him feel things he thought long gone. He makes him wonder a lot of things, and pretty much puts his whole life into perspective. What if he changed earlier and her parents didn’t move away? What if she answered his letters? What if life hadn’t separated them? 

What if…

What if it was their second chance?

Alden knocked at the door and let himself in as usual. Eli came running to hug his godfather. Jeremy’s wife greeted him with a hug, the men greeted each other with their handshake, and his eyes laid down on you. You stood up from the couch with a soft smile. But he knows you well. He knows there’s sadness behind this smile. You probably could feel his internal struggle and was worried about it. But you were trying to hide it. “Hey you.” You whispered. 

To your surprise, Alden pulled you into a hug before kissing your forehead and then your lips. It was brief, but nice. 

You all settled in the living room, as the game was about to start. Jeremy’s wife had prepared some toasts and snacks to pick, and she served a beer to Alden. Eli was sitting next to his godfather, wearing his Cubs hat and you were on Alden’s other side. The game started, the conversations went from what you were watching to catching up with one another. Your fiancé and Jeremy talked about work here and there. You and his wife talked about the wedding, and she showed you some stuff she saw online. Lots of DIY. 

“Let me just say it. Sweetie, my lovely wife here is just waiting for you to ask to do all those things for the wedding.” Jeremy said.

“Jer!!” His wife interjected. 

“Do you really want to do all of this for us?” You asked her. 

“Kinda. I mean, I love weddings and I didn’t get to plan ours cause I was very much pregnant. But yeah, I’d love to. If it’s okay with you of course.”

“Of course! I mean I’m good with planning, but decorations, ambiance, that’s not my strong suit.”

“Don’t worry about that then. I’m handling it.” 

You hugged her and looked at Alden. He was physically there, but his mind was far away. You could tell. 

“Den, you good with Becky taking care of the decor?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” He forced a smile. “Thank you Beck’s.”

You spent the rest of the game looking at your fiancé who was clearly avoiding your eyes, or actually you altogether. He was focusing on the game with Eli, shouting at the TV here and there. Becky made small talk with you and you answered, doing your best to hide how you were really feeling. At half time, Jeremy invited Alden to the backyard. “You good, man?”

“Yes, just tired. Long week.”

“Meeting again with your first love.”

Alden didn’t take the slug he was about to. He stopped, staring at his best friend. 

“She told you?”

“Of course. She’s worried, Alden.” Jeremy waited for Alden to say something but he just stared at his beer. “Is she right to be worried?”

He looked up to his best friend but this time, he had tears in his eyes. Still unable to say anything, he just shook his head. Not as “no”, but as defeat. He was lost, and lost for words. Jeremy wheeled closer. “Did something happen?” He whispered. 

“We kissed.” 

“Alden.”

“I know, Jer. I’m—horrible. Doing this to her? I hate myself for it, I would kick my own ass if I could.” 

“Look. If it was just a kiss, I’m sure she can get past it. She’ll give you hell for it though.” 

Alden stayed silent again. 

“Was it more than a kiss?”

“No, no! Just that. But—“

Jeremy was starting to understand. 

“Parker, don’t tell me you’re questioning everything right now?”

“I’m lost, Jer. I love Y/N so much, she’s my world. But I can’t shake the feeling that— Joy reappeared for a reason. You know?”

“And that reason was her stupid ass son.”

“He’s a good kid.”

“Don’t. I’m not going to support this bullshit, Alden.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means—if you end it with Y/N to get back to Joy, you’re making the biggest mistake of your life. You’ll regret it faster than you can imagine and believe me, I’ll be right here to say “I told you so””

“Thanks for your support, friend.”

“You’re my brother and I love you, and it’s my job to tell you when you’re being the biggest idiot.”

Alden drank the rest of his beer in one swallow. Jeremy wasn’t moving. He was waiting for his best friend to come to his senses. 

“Will you take care of her?” Alden asked. 

“What?”

“If I— make the biggest mistake of my life. Will you take care of her?” 

Jeremy only saw Alden crying twice. After the accident, and at this very moment. He seemed heartbroken and genuinely torn apart by what he was feeling. Jer wanted to shake him off, but realized there was no point. 

“Yes. We will.” He reassured him. 

Inside the house, you were playing on your phone with Eli. When the commercials were over, he stood up to get his dad and goddad but came back quickly without them. “Auntie. Uncle Den is crying!”

“What? Are you sure?” 

He nodded so you rushed to the backyard. Eli was right. Alden was crying. You immediately kneeled down in front of him, and grabbed his face. “Alden baby, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” 

He loosely wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. You looked at Jeremy for some answers but he avoided your eyes. 

“Sorry for that? Alden, look at me. Talk to me.” 

“Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you what? What do you want me to forgive you for?”

You tried to grab his face to make him look at you but he fought off and kept his head in your neck. 

“Joy.” You simply said. 

Alden didn’t answer but he held you tighter. As if he knew you were about to pull away from him. Jeremy was still avoiding your eyes. 

“Did you sleep with her?” 

You were getting angry at his avoidance. You shouted his name, so he would stop hiding in your neck and holding you so tight you couldn’t escape. “Answer the goddamn question. And fucking let go of me.”

His hold loosened a little, and his face rose up. He looked pitiful. “Did you sleep with her?” You repeated, sharper this time. 

“We kissed.” He whispered, avoiding your eyes.

You didn’t react immediately, just took some sharp deep breaths. He kissed her. He kissed someone else. It was breaking your heart, but at the same time, maybe it was better than him sleeping with her like you thought. You could get over a kiss, right? You could forgive him for being lost for a moment. 

“Was that all?” You asked, afraid of the answer. 

He nodded, but kept avoiding your eyes.

“Fucking look at me, Alden.”

He did. Slowly. You were mad at him, hurt and felt betrayed. But you loved him beyond words, and most importantly, you didn’t want to lose him over a kiss.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I’m lost.”

“What do you mean, you’re lost?”

Alden was nervously rubbing his hands and he looked down at his feet again. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Stop stalling.” You were getting angrier and angrier. 

“I just–I don’t know what to say, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the kiss, for doing this to you. I hate myself for it.” He gently grabbed your hand that was still on his face and covered it with both his hands. “But I– I don’t know what I want anymore.”

You instantly took your hand off his despite the grip he had on it and you leaned back. Away from him. The tears that had been frightening to fall were now rolling down your cheeks.

“You don’t know if– you want to be with me or with her?” You sum up.

“Baby, I–”

“You’re telling me that– you’re ready to throw everything away. The past two years we’ve had together, our upcoming wedding, projects we have– for an ex, that you hadn’t seen in forty fucking years? That’s what you’re saying, Alden? You saw her only days ago, but you’re willing to risk losing me over her?” You didn’t know how you manage to say all of this despite feeling your throat closing in. You were choking up, but you needed to understand. You needed him to speak up, no matter how bad it could hurt. 

“I just need some time.”

At this moment, you stood up so fast your head spinned for a second. Or maybe it was the shock of what was happening. 

“Time? You need time?” You started to move like a lion in a cage, fighting off your tears as much as you could. Alden stayed seated, looking down at his shoes again. “Look at me you fucking coward.”

You knew this word would get a reaction out of him. He stood up too, grabbed your face to make you stop moving.

“I love you.” he choked up. “But I need closure.”

Those words broke your heart. You knew what it meant. 

You pulled your face off his grip, looked down at your engagement ring for a moment before taking it off and putting it in his palm. “Go for it.”

You walked past Jeremy, Becky and Eli - who didn’t understand what exactly was going -, grabbed your stuff and left. 

~

It’s been a week.

A week since you last saw Alden, a week since he broke your heart into thousands of pieces. A week since you walked home and trashed his greenhouse, because you couldn’t control yourself nor your pain. You knew it wasn’t a way to react, that it was impulsive, but when you got home to get some stuff, you looked around in tears. You saw pictures framed of the two. You didn’t mean to throw it on the floor at first but as you held it, you got madder at his face. His smile. You couldn’t hit him, but you could destroy that picture. From this, you completely dissociated, walked into the greenhouse and broke everything. Throwing the pots on the floor, ripping his flowers, destroying his expensive telescope. In retrospect, you’re mad at yourself for doing all of this, and even considered apologizing to him via text. But you never brought yourself to do it. Not even when he texted to check up on you or tried to call. 

You considered going over to Tay’s house, but decided against it and found a hotel to stay in. You didn’t want to see anyone, face anyone. You couldn’t face reality. For an entire week, you stayed in, barely ate, only texted Tay and Jeremy to let them know that you were indeed alive. But that was it.

Alden has been miserable through the entire week. Barely slept or ate, he wasn’t even bringing pastries to his team anymore. He met with Joy a couple of times but it didn’t feel right. He didn’t push her away when she kissed him, but stopped her when she wanted more. She said she understood it wasn’t easy for him, that she’d give him time to process the breakup, but the next minute, she was all over him. This wasn’t going the way he imagined. He was more lost than a week prior, because living without you felt impossible. He knew he couldn’t have it both ways, that he needed to make up his mind and stick to it. But all he’s been wanting to do was seeing you and holding you. 

He remembers coming home after that night at Jeremy’s and finding the pictures framed all over the floor and the greenhouse completely trashed. He deserved it. He spent hours cleaning, saving what could be saved. He tried to repair his telescope, even asked Tim for some help but his younger coworker told him he may as well buy a new one. 

The team was worried about their leader and they were thinking about interfering. They didn’t know exactly what had happened, but they were investigators so they figured out the big lines. 

“No pastries today?” Nick asked Jess and Tim as he walked into the bullpen. He saw Parker’s coat on the back of his chair so he knew the senior agent was already in.

“Nope. And he’s in a mood.”

“Did you find his fiancée?” He asked Tim.

“I didn’t like doing it, but yeah, she registered in a hotel last weekend. Been there since.”

“So they are officially broken up?” Jess joined.

“Looks like it.”

“Boy, I hope he’s not seeing this Joy woman.”

Of course, this was the sentence Alden heard as he came back from accounting. “Gossiping about my love life? Seriously, don’t you have anything better to do?”

“We’re just worried about you, Parker.” Nick told him.

“I don’t need you to worry about me! I don’t need you to figure out where Y/N cause I already know! And I most definitely don’t need you to do something about it! Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.” They all agreed.

He stayed a long time at the office after everyone was gone. He didn’t want to go home to an empty apartment. It still smelled too much like you, your presence was overwhelming as all your stuff was still there. Not that he wanted you to come get them. 

It was the middle of the night when he got back to the apartment. And when he heard noises coming from the bedroom, he immediately reached for his gun and slowly walked towards the noises. “Federal Agent!” He called out. “Come out with your hands in the air!”

As he was about to reach the door, it opened to you. You were completely unbothered by his gun pointing at you, just walked past him to go to the bathroom. But you were stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. He whispered your name, shocked to see you here. “Wh–What are you doing here? How are you?”

“I live here.” You just answered. “You want me gone? Then throw me out.” You tried to keep walking to the bathroom but Alden didn’t let go of your hand.

“No, no! I don’t want you gone! I–I’m not throwing you out. Wasn’t in the first place. I’m just–I didn’t expect to see you here. You’ve been ghosting me.”

“Oh and that surprised you?”

“I guess not, I just– I didn’t want things to happen the way it did.”

“Look Alden, I’m about to pee myself here. So let me tell you why I’m here. I’m not going to make this easy on you. You want to see her? Fine. But you’re not doing it here. You’re stuck between me and her? Too bad, I’m not leaving my spot. Also, you’re making all the calls for the wedding. You’ll call the guests, the caterer, the venue, the minister and tell them you’re canceling it. You should deal with the consequences and I’ll make sure that you do.”

You pulled your hand away and he let go. You really needed to pee. And when you got out of the bathroom, he was still there. Leaning against the wall, jacket off and gun pulled away. He looked miserable. But it was all his fault.

“I’m not seeing her.” He informed you. “I just said I needed time.”

“So what? I should’ve stayed here, and waited until you may or may break up with me? Sit here and wonder if you’re coming home late because you’re with her?”

“Isn’t that what's gonna happen now that you’re here?”

You let a humorless laugh. “You didn’t get it. I’m here because this is my home. My name is on the lease, I pay half of the rent, my whole life is in here. I’m not giving that up, whether or not we’re broken up. And if that causes you trouble, then perfect.”

“So, we’re like what? Roommates?”

“If you want to put a label on it. You ruined my heart, Alden and I’m letting you ruin my whole life.”

“I never asked you to leave, Y/N!” His voice rose up, as he was getting angry. “I never wanted you out of my life! I didn’t even want to cancel the wedding, okay? All I needed was to figure things out!”

“But it wasn’t figuring out what suit you’re going to wear! It’s figuring out if you want to be with me or with her! Do you honestly think I would marry someone if I’m wondering if he really wants me?”

“Wait–” he stayed silent for a second, taking a deep breath. “Are you saying that–if I tell you I still want to marry you in two months, you wouldn’t want to?”

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering if you’re still thinking about her.” You didn’t know why but your voice got softer at this moment.

His eyes started to watered. “I kinda feel like you’re actually breaking up with me, right now.”

You silently cried for a moment. “You broke my heart, Alden.” you whispered. “I felt betrayed and rejected, like I’ve felt my entire life until I met you.” 

Alden fell down against the wall until his butt hit the floor. He was silently crying, hating myself even more. “Then–Why are you here?” He struggled to ask.

You kneeled in front of him. “Because I’m pregnant.”

Alden’s brain froze for a very long moment. Did he hear you right? or was he hallucinating? Was it a dream? Were you really pregnant? With his baby? He stared a blind spot for several minutes, but finally looked back at you. He wanted to smile. Despite the horrible circumstances, despite how you got to this point. You were pregnant. You were carrying his baby. Silently, he extended his arms, tentatively trying to touch your stomach. But you stopped him. “Don’t just yet.” It hurt you more than you could’ve imagined to say those following words, “I’m considering abortion.”

His brain froze again for a moment.

“Wait, what? No!” He got on his knees. “Princess! No. I know it’s your body, but I probably shouldn’t be doing this but please, let’s talk about this. You’re pregnant.” More tears fell down his cheeks, but it wasn’t sadness. “You’re carrying our baby.”

“Alden—“ you choked up. “Don’t make this harder than it already is, please.” 

“I can’t let you have abortion without talking it through. I can’t.”

“I said I was considering it.” This time, he managed to hear his hands on your stomach and you didn’t pull away. You were ugly crying by now. “That’s not how I imagined this would go. It should’ve been the most amazing news of our lives, but now—it feels wrong.”

“Wrong? That’s the furthest thing from wrong.” He gently held your face. “It’s far from ideal, it’s—messy if you want to put it that way. But we can figure it out. We can make it work, one way or another.”

“I don’t want to do the coparenting thing, Den. I want to raise my baby with its father, my husband.” 

“And I want to kiss you right now.” He whispered.

“Please don’t. Don’t choose me because I’m pregnant. I could never be happy with that.”

“I understand. Really, I get it.” Silence filled the room again, except for sniffing and deep breaths coming from both you and Alden. “How about we get up now and sleep on it? You can take the master bedroom.”

You followed his lead and stood up. “Did you really think I’d sleep in the guest room?”

He chuckled softly. “Of course not. I just need my shorts and phone charger.” 

Neither of you slept. 

You didn’t want to tell him about the pregnancy just yet, nor like that. You wanted to wait a little and see how things were, see if being around him could help you make a decision. But he knows now, and it may have been easier if he said he didn’t want this baby.  

But Alden wanted this baby. He’s never been this close to being a dad. No woman has ever been pregnant with his baby. And the fact that it’s you—he wants to erase those past two weeks. Erase his doubts, erase his behavior, erase the hurt and pain he caused you. He never doubted his love for you, though. He knows what happened in his mind, he’s known before tonight. Maybe he should just face it and admit it to you. 

You woke up in the morning to the smell of food. Your favorite breakfast food and it both made you hungry and nauseous. You rushed to the bathroom as soon as your eyes opened, and Alden immediately joined you as he saw you running. He kneeled down next to you, holding your hair as your morning sickness hit. He gently rubbed your back. Once you were done, you sat on the floor against the wall. “I’ll get you water.” 

“No. Give me my toothbrush first.” 

He stood up, grabbed your toothbrush that you left there (you only packed a few clothes the week prior and bought the rest), added some toothpaste on it and handed it to you. You brushed your teeth while staying on the floor. 

“Do you want me to carry you to the couch?”

“I’m pregnant, Alden, not invalide.”

You walked to the kitchen with your baby daddy on your toes. 

“I cooked but I don’t know if you’re gonna be able to eat. Or maybe you want something else? Any cravings?”

You sat at the kitchen island and buried your face in your hands. “Alden, stop. Don’t act like your usual loving and caring self.”

“Ooookay. What am I supposed to do then?”

“I don’t know.”

He put a big glass of water in front of you and sat on the stool next to yours. He made you spin so you were facing each other. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

You took a deep breath, “I’m listening.”

“I always knew I’d come back to you.”

“What?”

“I needed closure with Joy. Subconsciously, I was hoping you’d let me—“

“Do your thing with her and wait patiently until you come back?”

He sighed. “It’s horrible, I know. It was selfish and wrong, and just plainly— jerk behavior.”

“I’d say asshole. Dumbass. Dickhead.” 

He sadly chuckled. “Whatever word you want to use, they are all valid.” 

“Basically, you wanted me to give you a pass on this.”

��Something like that, yeah.” 

“When did you reach that conclusion?”

“A few days ago. I ran into Max and his mom, and poor little guy was so upset at us—“

“Oh my god! His game!”

“Yeah. We missed it. And I tried to explain to him that we had some issues, and after he stopped pouting, he actually listened. I told him I’ve had a problem in the greenhouse and that I’d loved his help to get it back the way it was. And I guess from what I told him, he understood that you were temporarily away. And he told me, “We have to make the apartment spot clean for when Y/N comes back.” From there, my mind—“

Alden watched you as you stood up and went to get something from the closet. Then you walked towards the front door with a gift in your hands. “Where are you going?”

“Apologize!”

He didn’t move until you came back, which wasn’t long after and the gift was still in your hands. “They are not home, I’ll try again later.”

“He’s not mad at us, I made sure of it.”

“I know, but we promised we’d be there. And we didn’t show up, he probably felt so sad.”

Your emotions overwhelmed you and you started to cry there, sitting on the couch. Alden sat next to you, hesitating for a moment before hugging you. You didn’t push him away. “He still loves us.” He assured you.

“I still love you but it doesn’t make it okay.” 

You regretted saying it as soon as it left your mouth, but Alden uncontrollably smiled. Silver lighting. 

You let Alden hold you for a moment, because it felt nice on some levels. You still couldn’t believe what he put you through though. “We were doing so good.” You whispered. 

“I know. I’m not even sure I understand myself.”

You stayed silent once more. 

“So, you didn’t—sleep with her?”

“No.”

“Well—maybe you should.”

“Wait, what?” Alden shifted, clearly taken off guard. He gently grabbed your chin to make you face him. “Are you seriously telling me to sleep with someone else?”

“Yes.” You said with eyes full of tears. “Maybe that way you can totally put it behind you.”

“That’s—crazy. Absolutely crazy.” He moved down to his knees. “I couldn’t go that far, princess. I did see her and we—made out, if we can call it that. But it felt wrong, so wrong. I wasn’t kissing the right person. When she was touching me, I kept thinking that only you can touch me. Only you know how to touch me. My entire world felt out of place. I think the sixteen years old in me wanted it, but fuck I’m not sixteen anymore. I’m a stupid old man, who’s so in love with a woman too young for him. A woman who definitely deserves better, because she’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I failed her.” He held your face in his big soft hands, and pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you let me.” He kissed your nose. “I’ll make sure our little one knows how precious their mama is and that we are the luckiest.” You were both crying. “Please.” He added. 

“You know those Moroccan pastries we had in a little shop in New York?”

“Sure. Kaab al ghzal.” He said in his best accent possible. 

“I’m craving them.”

He chuckled softly. “Then I guess I’m going to New York.” 

“Actually, I, um—there’s this new musical on Broadway—“

“Then I guess we are going to New York.”

“Two different bedrooms, Alden. Connecting at best.”

“I can deal with that. What else?”

“Your treat.”

“Obviously. That it?”

“You leave your phone here.”

Dilemma. He wouldn’t do it in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for his work. He’s technically off for the weekend, but being a Federal Agent comes with a lot of inconvenience, and being called at any time any day is one of them. But he saw in your eyes how serious you were. It wasn’t about his work, which is something you’ve always understood and were mostly okay with. It was about him showing you he meant every word he said. 

“Let me just inform the team.”

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Blurb Masterlist

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-Last blurb weekend's masterlist-

*If you don't see your request this time around, I had a lot! So I am saving some of them for my next blurb weekend!! Thank you for all of the great requests.*

Aaron Hotchner

My Hero - An unsub won't stop insulting you, and Hotch can't control himself

Oh Sweetheart - You learn that your friends are fake, your husband is there to comfort you through your tears

Protocol - Hotch ends your relationship saying its against protocol, but that's not the real reason, is it?

One Little Line - You and Aaron want a baby so bad, but you can't give him one and it breaks your heart

Two Little Lines - After trying and trying for weeks, you finally get pregnant. Now all you have to do is tell Aaron.

Could Have Just Said So - If he didn't love you anymore, he could have just told you that. He didn't need to sleep with someone else.

Cuddles and Confessions - you're sharing a room with Hotch after being shot on a case. You can't sleep, so you ask him for a favor.

What Real Love Feels Like - Morgan calls your name and it sends you into a panic attack. Hotch is there to help.

Hold My Hand - you're going through something and you really just need someone to hold your hand, Hotch becomes that person

Jethro Gibbs

Can We Cuddle? - you just want to curl up and cuddle with your boyfriend, what happens when you two sleep in and you get an unexpected visit?

Make it Stop Hurting - You and Gibbs love eachother so much it hurts. He's the only one who can make that pain go away

My Person - You get jealous when a certain women begins flirting with your man, but he is quick to reassure you, outing you to the team in the process

Just Blame Me - Your sister asks you to be a surrogate at an extremely hard time in your life. You say no, and suddenly its all your fault.

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Twilight Zone

AN: This idea has been living in my head for months now. I needed to get it out. I needed a fix-it fic for Gibbs because that man deserves some happiness, and that big family. Takes place in season 3 episodes 23 and 24. While I don’t see myself writing a lot for NCIS, I did feel the need to get this out there. 

The house is complete chaos in the mornings. With a husband, a dog, two cats, and five kids it’s inevitable. You repeat that to yourself as your children run around asking for things, and Jethro is telling you his schedule. You block everything out as you focus on the task in front of you: lunch. Aaron is buying lunch off campus today, a privilege only allowed to the seniors at the high school: a thought that makes you feel old because your baby can’t possibly be a few months away from being eighteen. 

Michael, Mike, isn’t that far behind his brother. At 16 he’s only sixteen months younger than his brother. Jethro calls them your Irish twins. You call them the result of a week of leave in the middle of overseas missions and one too many glasses of wine. Jethro’s version is better, but yours is funnier.

You have some time when it comes to James, Jamie, he’s only twelve. And Grayson is only eight. And then, there’s your baby; Little Daisy is only six. She has her father, and each of her brothers wrapped around her little finger. But you know, at her heart she is also a mama’s girl. 

“Y/N, sweetheart, did you hear me?” 

You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face your husband. He’s still ruggedly handsome even in his fifties. His hair is completely silver now, but his eyes are that same striking blue that makes you weak in the knees. And the little smirk on his lips tells you that he knows what you’re thinking. 

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and his hands settle on your hips and he gently pulls you towards him so that your arms go around his neck. “Get that look off your face Jethro.” 

He smiles, and leans down so that his nose brushes against your neck, and he presses a kiss right next to your ear. You pinch his shoulder as he begins to nibble a little on your ear lobe, “Jethro, I am forty-six years old.” 

“You don’t look any different from the day we met.” 

“You are fifty-six.” 

“I look very different from the day we met.” 

You scoff, “No more babies Jethro.” 

He pulls back to grin down at you. The man was a natural with kids, and for someone who had panicked with that first pregnancy test, he’d had no problems with the ones that had come after it. He swoops down and pecks your lips, “We make very pretty babies though.” 

“Says the man who doesn’t have to carry them for nine months or go through labor.” 

This time he scoffs, “You broke my hand when you had Mike.” 

“Thirty-six hours of labor Jethro. You’re lucky I didn’t take your gun and shoot you.” 

His head does a small whip and he nods, “You got me there.” 

You roll your eyes and pull out of his grip to finish packing lunches, “What were you saying?” 

“I might miss Aaron’s game, I’ve already talked to him about it. I might not even get home tonight.” 

You look back at him, “That bad?” 

“Bad enough.” 

Your gaze focuses on the cup in his hand, “How many cups of coffee have you had this morning Jethro?” 

“This is my first one.” 

His eyes are full of mischief as he takes another sip. Kids stream down the stairs before you can chastise him for his caffeine intake. Daisy is first, she’s riding on Mike’s back, and giggling like a loon. Jethro scoops her off her brother’s back, ruffles Mike’s hair, and settles her on his hip before peppering her face with kisses, and wrapping his free arm around Mike in a hug. Mike squeezes back, and ruffles his fathers hair in retaliation before heading over to you.

You hand over his lunch, and he wraps you in a hug. He’s so much taller than you now. Maybe you don’t have as much time as you thought? Grayson is down next, and he bumps into his father, delivers a fist bump, because that’s what’s cool, and zooms towards you. You get a quick hug before he steals his lunch off the counter. 

Jamie and Aaron are the last ones down. Jamie sort of idolizes his older brother, and Aaron, your sweet boy is the definition of patience and responsibility. He’s never seen his siblings as burdens, but as playmates. He’s a natural protector . . . just like Jethro. Jamie surges forward and gives his father a high five, before he heads to you. He beckons you to lean down, and gives you a peck on your cheek. You just barely hold back a little laugh, it’s the same way Aaron says goodbye to you. 

Your oldest wraps his father in a hug, and then steals a giggling Daisy away. She settles naturally on Aaron’s hip. Aaron kisses your right cheek, and Daisy leans forward to hug your neck, before she switches over to your hip. You can barely hold her anymore, she’s getting too big. She still has some time for being picked up with her dad and older brothers.

There are choruses of byes as they head out to their designated bus stops, or car. You watch as Aaron tosses the keys to Mike a clear indication that his little brother is good to drive. Grayson and Jamie head out to their bus stop, and Jethro will drop Daisy off at school on his way into work. 

She jumps out of your arms after several minutes of cuddles and runs off. Jethro winks at you, “I have no idea where she gets that energy from.” 

You don’t hesitate, “You.” 

He heads to the hidden gun safe and does the fingerprint scan as well as the code. You watch him attach the holster  and then his badge to his belt. He stops by you one more time, “I love you. You know that, right?” 

They’re the same words he’s said to you everyday since you’d married him nearly nineteen years ago. And you know they’re just as true now as they were then. “Never a doubt in my mind.” 

He smiles, “Then I’m one lucky man.” 

You smile and roll your eyes. You grip his shirt and tug him down, “Just kiss me marine.” 

“Happy to oblige.” 

The kiss is tender and sweet, and when he pulls away he delivers one more peck to your lips before calling out, “Daisy-doodle time to go!” 

Your little girl is down seconds later, and she hugs your legs quickly before grabbing Jethro’s hand. 

Many hours later you’re on your way home from the ball field. Aaron has just played the game of his life. His dark hair is a mess, and he has a huge smile on his face. “You got everything recorded right, to show dad? He made me promise to record it. He wants to watch it together.” 

“I got everything. I even had Jamie and Grayson get a few videos on their phones. I thought we could edit everything together and make a film.” You tease. 

He laughs, and Mike snorts, “That might be too much for dad. I think he’d prefer a play by play.” 

Aaron nods, “True.” 

“So, I don’t feel like cooking. Who's up for processed junk?” There’s a chorus of agreement. You spend that night eating pizza with the kids and waiting for Jethro to come home. He doesn’t. In fact he doesn’t even call. That worries you. Jethro has never been a fan of technology, but he always calls. 

You bury the worry and get the kids out the door. Aaron and Mike know something is up, but they don’t call you on it. No, that doesn’t happen until that night. The younger ones are carefully reassured that daddy is okay, but Aaron and Mike, they know better. 

“I don’t know anything boys. You know your dad. You know the situation.” 

Mike frowns, “It’s stupid. Keeping us hidden all these years.” 

It hadn’t seemed stupid at the time. The three of you had nearly been killed by a drug dealer you’d agreed to testify against. You’d been hospitalized for nearly a month due to how badly your leg had been broken. The boys had been three and nearly two at the time and each of them had had a broken arm and some internal bleeding. Jethro had been summoned home from Desert Storm and hadn’t let you out of his sight for nearly six months. He was granted an honorable discharge and joined NCIS later that year. He, Mike Franks, and Tom Morrow had hidden you away in his files. Even now, Mike Franks was his emergency contact. The secret wasn’t to be broken unless there were extreme circumstances. 

You get that call right as the kids are getting home from school. You hear the words bomb, surgery, alive, and amnesia, and you have to take a deep breath. You force back the tears as Franks tells you secret time is over, get your ass to the hospital. 

You give Aaron instructions. It’s not often that he and Mike have to run the house, you can count the total number of times on one hand, but right now you have no choice. The drive to Bethesda Medical Hospital is spent in silence with your thoughts. 

It takes everything you have to find your voice at the entrance to the trauma ward. “Hi. My name is Y/N Gibbs, I’ve been told my husband is here.” 

The nurse gives you a skeptical look, and you’re quick to pull out your ID. She raises an eyebrow at you, “He’s had a steady stream of visitors in and out, including his redheaded boss. IF I were you, I’d limit the guest list.” 

You bite your lip to keep from saying something you shouldn’t, and instead head through the trauma doors. You find Franks outside a room, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and a lighter in his hand. You give him a look and he stuffs it into his shirt pocket to grin at you. 

“You made good time.” 

“I drove like Jethro. I’m shocked I didn’t get pulled over.” 

He grins, “And you said those defensive driving courses Probie got you for your birthday that year were ridiculous.” 

“Mike. . .” Your voice is tense and holds a warning. 

“He’s in there. Thinks he’s back in desert storm, and just got blown up.” 

Your heart stutters at that. You’d been eight months pregnant with Aaron when that had happened, and had gone into early labor. Jethro had been carted home on medical evac, and been placed in the same hospital. You’d pushed his wheelchair down to the NICU more than once, and he had held you while you cried.  

You enter the room, and find him standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The sides of his head are shaved close again, and it reminds you of when he was a young marine. You catch his eye in the mirror and he spins. Before you know it, you’re in his arms and he’s apologizing. You hug him in return, when he pulls back he asks, “How’s the baby?” 

Mike’s words come back to you, “He’s fine Jethro.” 

Your husband smiles, “He? It’s a boy? Can I see him?” 

You place a hand on his good cheek, and he covers it with one of his own, “That might be a little difficult sweetheart, that baby is seventeen and a senior in high school.” 

His brow furrows, “What?” 

“It’s been seventeen almost eighteen years Jethro. Aaron is almost grown.” 

He slumps a little and you move to support his weight and get him back to bed. Once he’s settled he tugs you down next to him. His arm goes around you automatically, “It can’t have been seventeen years Y/N . . . you look exactly the same.” 

You lean forward and brush your lips against his, “Smooth talker.” 

“What’s he like?” 

“He’s incredibly smart, all AP classes. He plays baseball, and he’s looking at a full scholarship to Georgetown. He wants to be a lawyer.” 

“A lawyer?” 

You pat his thigh, “You keep your distaste very well hidden, in fact you encourage him because you know it’s what he wants.” 

“So, I was a good dad?” 

Your heart melts at that, “You are a very good dad. In fact, you are so good you convinced me to make you a dad four more times after Aaron.” 

“I did what?” 

You laugh, “I was fine after two. You were the one who wanted a girl.” 

“Let me guess, number five?” 

You nod, “And the light of your life.” 

He tugs you close so he can kiss the side of your head, “If she looks anything like her mama, that’s guaranteed.Tell me about the others.” 

“Well there’s Mike.” 

“He’s named after me probie!” 

You look at Franks standing in the doorway, and scoff, “Ignore him. We had Mike before we ever met him.” 

Franks laughs and settles down in the chair. You quickly gather that Jethro remembers some of his probie days but not all. You catch him up on current events, and eventually you know you need to go home. “I will be back. I’m going to pick up the kids and some pizza, and then we’ll come here. It might help jog some stuff.” 

“You’ll make sure they know I want to remember.” 

“Yep. Get some rest while I’m gone.” 

The next two hours are a whirlwind, or wrangling kids, overnight bags, and food. You pull some of Jethro’s sleep pants and a few t shirts, and you let Mike drive the family to the hospital. As he drives you remind the kids that Daddy is sick, but he’ll get better.  

Your noisy and rambunctious group makes their way through the hospital. You stop at the nurses station and she grins, “This is not what I meant when I said to establish a guest list.” 

You just smile in return and continue walking down the hall. Jamie is hanging on to Aaron’s hand, and Grayson has Michael’s. Daisy is settled on your hip, and her head is resting against your shoulder. She’s tired and scared, and you press a reassuring kiss to her forehead. 

You find the room completely dark, you pass Daisy to Aaron, and you hesitantly step in to find your husband cradling a young woman. She’s crying and when she looks up you see the tears in her eyes. You recognize her description. While your husband’s colleagues may not know anything about you, you and your kids know quite a bit about them. You give her a soft smile, “You must be Ziva.” 

She straightens a bit, and Jethro turns to face you. His face is a mixture of awe and confusion, “I remember.” His head tilts towards Ziva, “Ziva helped.” 

“That’s good.” 

THe woman eyes you, “Gibbs, who is this?” 

He smiles at the sight of you, “This is my wife, Y/N. And I’m guessing from the scuffling of shoes that our kids are right outside the door.” 

“Kids?” 

“Yep. five of them.” 

He walks towards the entrance, and stops at the sight of them, his smile widens and he points to each one and goes, in order, “Aaron, Michael, Jamie, Grayson, and my Daisy Doodle.” It’s a massive group hug after that, and you’re not at all surprised when he looks up at Ziva and asks, “What part of group hug don’t you understand?” 

She moves a little hesitantly towards the group, Jethro pulls her in, and Daisy wraps her arms around Ziva’s neck, and says, “Hi!” 

Ziva smiles, “Hello.” 

When the hug dissipates each of the older boys takes a minute to examine Jethro, and reassure themselves that their dad is fine, while Jamie and Grayson talk over each other about their days and Aaron’s baseball game. Daisy has attached herself to Ziva and the woman looks a little unsure. 

“We brought pizza, have you eaten Ziva?” 

“Um no, but I’m afraid we don’t have time for food right now. Gibbs, I need to know if you remember what happened right before the blast. It is . . . very important.” 

Jethro stares at her for a moment, his expression blank, before it goes into what you call his agent face. “We’re eating on the go kids. Y/N . . . Please tell me you brought me some pants.” 

You help him get dressed, and your little family piles into the SUV. You’re the one to drive while Jethro rides shotgun. Ziva sits beside Daisy, and the kids talk her ear off as she texts. This is new territory, being allowed into Jethro’s work life. And the checkpoints are a little eerie. You take it all in stride, and you’re only a little surprised when Ziva automatically takes Daisy into her arms. 

Jethro grips your hand, and you struggle to keep up with him despite the fact that he just got out of a coma. 

You all load into the elevator, and the confusion of those you pass is palpable. He leads you to his desk where Ziva transfers Daisy back into your  arms. He places a kiss on your forehead and whispers, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” 

And then he’s gone with his team following after him. The kids start eating the lukewarm pizza and Aaron looks over at you, “Is it just me or does dad's team remind you of baby ducks following after their mom?” You just laugh. 

You’ve just taken your first bite of food when you hear someone yell out, “Where is he? I heard Gibbs is back and he remembers us! Where is he?” 

Jamie looks up and goes, “I’m going to guess Abby.” 

The moment the goth turns the corner Mike goes, “That’s Abby.”

She stops at the sight of you, “Who are you guys.” 

Daisy is the first to speak, “I’m Daisy Jean Gibbs!” 

“As in Jethro Gibbs?” 

Daisy very proudly declares, “He’s my daddy!” 

Abby smiles, “Gibbs has Gibletts?” 

You hold up five fingers, and she turns to you, “That makes you Mrs. Gibbs!” 

“You can call me Y/N.” 

She bounces a bit before she moves to give each of you a hug. Grayson grins and offers her a piece of pizza. She takes it and turns to you, “I love them, it’s like having a bunch of mini-Gibbs around. Where’s regular Gibbs?” 

You shrug, “He disappeared up those stairs about ten minutes ago.” 

“M-TAC. They might be a while. Can I show the kids my lab?” 

Your kids answer for you, and suddenly they’re all following after Abby, all except Aaron. He stays perched on his dad’s desk while you take the chair. After a minute you ask, “What are you thinking about kid?” 

“When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was be an NCIS agent, just like dad and uncle Franks. When I got older though, that changed, I thought the law was where I’d excel. I could finish the job dad started and put the bad guys away.” 

“And this has you rethinking it?” 

He shakes his head, “No. I think it confirms things. But if not, I can always switch over later on.”

You’re drawn out of the conversation by an elderly man. He studies Aaron for a second before saying, “You look just like your father.” 

Aaron smiles, “I don’t know if that’s a good thing.” 

“It is.” He holds out his hand, “Donald Mallard.” 

Aaron shakes his hand, “Ducky. I know. Dad talks about you a lot.” 

The ME’s smile is grim, “Yes, well I’m afraid I can’t say the same. I did however meet your brothers and sister in Abby’s lab. I left my assistant, Mr. Palmer to help keep an eye on them.” 

You wince, “They weren’t destroying anything were they?” 

“No. They were just being children.” 

You let out a sigh of relief when the door to M-TAC opens up. Dinozzo, McGee, Ziva, and a redhead you don’t know are all following after Jethro. 

He stops in front of you and declares, “I’m retiring.” 

The redhead stops right behind him, “Jethro who is this?” 

He turns to her, “My wife.” 

The shock on her face nearly makes you laugh. “You got married again?” 

Aaron’s brow furrows, and he mouths the word ‘again.’

“The others were fake Jen. I’ve been married to Y/N for almost twenty years.” 

She turns to Aaron, “And this is?” 

“Our son.” 

Aaron reaches out and offers his hand, “Aaron Gibbs Ma’am.” 

She smiles, “He looks like you Jethro.” 

“I know.” 

You slap at his chest lightly, careful of his injuries, “What do you mean you’re retiring?” 

“I can’t tell you what happened but it was bad. I can’t stay.” 

You lean against his desk, “Then you better find another job, because if you stay home all the time I’m going to kill you.” 

His lips twitch, “You go to work. You’re not home all day.” 

Dinozzo interrupts, “Boss, I’ve been to your house. There are no signs of life there.” 

“Decoy house Dinozzo, why do you think we use it as a safe house?”

“Well. . . can we come to your real house boss?” 

“Not a chance.” 

You slap at Jethro’s chest again, “Be nice.” 

His lips twitch again, “I’m nice to you.” 

You steer him away with a quick “excuse us.” When you’re in a somewhat private spot you ask, “What’s really going on Jethro?” 

“I almost died. I would have missed everything, and people here aren’t listening, and . . .” 

“Then take some time. Decide if this is what you really want. Don’t just jump without thinking. You’re smarter than that gunny.”   

He nods, once, “Okay. I’ll think about it.” 

You go up on your toes and give him a kiss, “Good. I love you.” 

He pulls you into his arms and peppers your face with kisses, “Love you more.” 

The team watches with non disguised amazement. Tony is the first to break the silence, “We’ve entered some weird, twilight zone dimension.”

And really, what can any of them say to that? It’s obviously true! 

[dwaynepride]

toxic things ncis characters say during an argument:

warnings: general toxic behavior a/n: i was inspired by a tiktok so my pain is now yours

gibbs: baits you into leaving - "well, if you hate me so much, maybe you should just leave." - "i'd get it if you decided you want to break things off." - "don't let me stop you from leaving."

tony: compares you to his exes - "none of my other partners worried as much as you do. it's exhausting." - "i've never had to explain myself in other relationships. only with you." - "sorry. i'm not used to having a super clingy partner. my exes let me have my space."

mcgee: plays the victim - "did you ever stop to think about how much this hurts me?" - "you never even considered how i might feel about this. it's like you don't even care about my feelings." - "i tried talking to you but you never want to hear what i have to say."

ziva: emotionally unavailable - "yeah, and?" - "i'm sorry, alright?" - "i think you might be overreacting."

ellie: makes you feel stupid - "you have no idea what you're talking about." - "okay, i'm going to explain this one more time." - "do you even hear yourself?"

nick: claims you don't understand him - "you don't even know me." - "stop acting like you get me." - "you always act like understand how i feel but you don't."

abby: makes you feel like you're not good enough - "no, i deserve someone who treats me better than you do." - "sometimes i wish you would at least try to pretend you care about me." - "i don't want to hear your excuses."

vance: can't relate emotionally - "it's nothing personal, i just think you're making a big deal out of nothing." - *says he understands how you feel but just says that to placate you* - "no, now you're just putting words in my mouth."

[impassionedromancewriter]

Smelly Husband

You've been home for a few hours while you're husband/coworker is undercover as a homeless man. You're in bed half asleep when he walks in the door.

You: Why do you still smell like cat pee?

McGee: I didn't want to go back to the navy yard just to shower.

You: You're not getting in this bed until you do.

McGee: I'm going, just give me a minute.

You: Ugh I hope our shower doesn't smell after this.

He kisses you on the cheek.

You: Timothy!

McGee: It's not going to smell.

[katefaith18]

NCIS

High achiever, don't you see?

Baby, nothing comes for free

They say I'm a control freak

Driven by a greed to succeed

Nobody can stop me

'Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up and run away

It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway

It's my problem, it's my problem

If I feel the need to hide

And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die

Timothy Mcgee × Eleanor Bishop × Jimmy Palmer, Tony Dinozzo × Abby Scuito × Ziva David × Jacqueline Sloane × Leroy Jethro Gibbs × Mike Franks × Jenny Shepard.

[nerdyfangirl67]

Can you do #39 on the Follower Celebration Prompt w/ McGee. Like he ends up cheating with Delilah? I feel evil 😈~ 🦋✨

Pairing: McGee x GN!reader

A/N: OH MY GOSH ANON!! I love it!! I love a good angsty fic and a cheating McGee?! Yes!! (Does this make me evil too?🤷‍♀️ 😉) I’m going to clarify though that I don’t think beginning seasons McGee would do this, but once he gains his confidence in the later seasons, I could see this happening. (Geez anon, now I’m saying that I could see him being a cheater 😬 I really am evil…) These drabbles are getting out of hand, because I’m pretty sure I’m making each one longer than the last 🙄😬

39. “To think that I actually loved you.”

The excitement racing through you made it hard to stand still as you waited for the elevator to arrive on Tim’s floor. You’d just gotten off a long shift at work and instead of going home to crash on the couch while your favorite tv show played on in the background, you had decided to surprise Tim by stopping by on your way home.

The two of you had had opposite work schedules for the better part of the last month, meaning that you hadn’t seen each other for at least that long, if not longer. Phone calls were few and far between and despite having a very tech savvy boyfriend, you still had yet to figure out how to properly use video calls without somehow managing to hang up on Tim. And as convenient as texting was, you really just wanted to see your boyfriend in person, thus the reason you were showing up unannounced at 10pm on a Thursday.

You flip through the keys on your key ring for a few seconds before finding the key to Tim’s apartment door. You unlock it, your excitement growing as you swing the door open. A feeling of surprise blooms in your chest as you take in the atmosphere of the apartment.

The apartment was mostly dark, a few lit, well placed candles being the only source of light in the apartment, aside from the soft blue glowing light coming from Tim’s computer monitors. A delicious, homey smell wafted out of the kitchen and into what you called the ‘living room’. You drop your work bag and keys by the door, slipping off your shoes as you wonder if Tim somehow knew you’d be stopping by.

Only a few seconds later, upon entering the kitchen, you find out how truly wrong you’d been in thinking this was for you. Sitting at what you considered to be ‘your spot’ at the kitchen island was a beautiful brunette. You’d met her once or twice at a few of Tim’s work functions that he’d taken you to but you hadn’t a clue why she was sitting in Tim’s kitchen.

“Hello.” You say as you step into view, startling Tim enough that he drops the dish he’d been washing.

“Y/N, what ah- what are you doing, here I mean?” He stammers out nervously, quickly drying his hands before coming up to you.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Tim’s eyes shift from yours to the brunette’s, and then back to yours as if he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“In my apartment?” He questions, and for a moment you wonder how someone so smart could be so clueless.

“No Tim. What are you doing here with her?” You ask, jerking a thumb in the direction of the brunette, who was opening and closing her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

“It’s a work thing.” Tim states simply, as if it should have been clear to you that’s all that was going on with the two of them.

“Tim I wasn’t born yesterday. I know a work dinner when I see one and this isn’t it.” You spit out as a torrent of emotions rises in your chest.

“I’m going to go.” The brunette says as she makes a hasty retreat to the door. “Thanks for dinner Tim. I’ll talk to you later.” She gives him a gentle smile over her shoulder before she pulls the door closed.

You turn your gaze back to Tim, the tears clouding your Y/E/C eyes sending a shock of surprise through him. “Why Tim?” You murmur, your words so quiet he almost misses them. He slowly follows behind you as you move back towards the apartment door.

“To think that I wasted years pining over you, trying desperately to get your attention, to get you to see that I liked you.” You say defeatedly as you pick up your keys and bag from where you’d dropped them by the door. “To think that I actually loved you.”

You shake your head softly as you pull open the door to Tim’s apartment. “Well, not anymore.”

Tim watches you go, unsure of what to do, what to say, what to think. He knew he’d screwed up. Although the evening had started as something of a work dinner, it had shortly become much more than that. Secrets had been shared over glasses of red wine, followed by his hand brushing up against hers and only moments before Y/N had entered the apartment, a soft, almost delicate meeting of lips over the center of the kitchen island.

But you meant far more to him than Delilah ever would, yet he’d went and ruined everything the two of you had anyway. He knew he didn’t have the right to follow after you and beg for forgiveness or tell you that he loved you, despite everything inside him wanting desperately to do so.

Instead, he did one of the hardest things he ever had to do in his life; he let you go. He didn’t follow after you and plead for a second chance. He didn’t call you the next day, asking for a chance to explain. He didn’t stop by your office a week later to try and fix the mess he’d made of your relationship. No, he let you walk right out of his life, knowing that he hadn’t loved you the way you deserved, that he hadn’t loved you in the way he’d promised you he had.

And the hardest part, Tim soon realized, was watching someone else love you and make you truly happy, knowing that never again would he have the chance to do that for you.

Tagging: @madamsnape921 @fanfictionwr1tin @thisiscalm-andits-doctor @leroyjethrogibbsgirl @captainxholmes

[literallyprentissstwin]

“Light of my Life!” - Timothy McGee x Reader

this was requested by @imagicana <3 

Prompt: #31 - “You are literally glowing.”

Characters: Timothy McGee, Y/N Y/L/N, Eleanor Bishop, Anthony DiNozzo, Simon

Warnings: i tried being fluffy and failed obvi

A/N: this prompt was very hard to include for me but i somehow made it. i hope you´ll like it :) i´d love some feedback! 

It was that time of the year again to which every member of the navy was looking forward to: the annual US Navy prom. The evening where true heroes get honored and shar their unique stories and where the fallen heroes get the amount of respect they deserve for defending and supporting their country. As usual, the NCIS team was invited to join the festivities. 

McGee was the first one to arrive, followed by Bishop, Tony and Y/N. Y/N....it was hard to hide the feelings he had for her and it got even harder when he saw her arriving at the prom looking flawless in that black A-shaped dress with her long, dark hair let down. She was the most beautiful woman he ever saw, but he knew that he would never have a chance. 

It was around 10pm when everyone was finally moving to the dance floor. Some people were casually chatting at their tables or at the bar. McGee was standing in the corner of the room with his drink in his hand when he spotted Y/N talking to Simon, an agent of the cyber bureau at NCIS and his blood started to boil. He couldn´t just stand there watching the love of his life talking to another man. He was taking a sip of his drink when he heard someone coming up behind him. 

“You know, girls don´t like if men keep staring holes into them.”, Bishop said as she stood next to him. 

“I´m not..”

“Ah, don´t deny it. You were staring at her for like 25 minutes now.”

“You time how long I...no way, i didn´t.”

“Oh, sure you did. I think you should just go for it.”, Bishop suggested. 

“What?”, McGee asked confused. 

“Oh, you did not think we did not notice the way you guys keep tiptoeing around eachother. If you´ll never try, you´ll never know, Tim.”

McGee thought about it for a second and gathered up all his courage. “You know what? You´re right.”, and with this he stormed of towards Y/N. 

“Hey Tim. Did you know that..”, Y/N started, but got pulled away by the IT expert. “Woah, McGee. What´s wrong?”, but he didn´t listen and kept pulling her outside.

“Are you out of your mind?! What is wrong..”, but Y/N wasn´t able to finish her sentence because Tim silenced her with a long, passionate kiss. At first, Y/N was shocked but after some time, she slowly melted into the kiss and put her arms around his neck. After some time, they broke apart to catch some air. 

“Wow, I did not expect that.”, Y/N said. 

“I love you, Y/N. I love you with all my heart. I was a coward to not tell you earlier, but I was scared that you might not want me or feel the same way about me and that´s why I kept quiet for so long. When I saw you talking to that guy I just snapped and...I love you. You´re the light of my life. I wanna be with you, but if you don´t want to than...”, McGee rambled but got interrupted by Y/N who leaned in for another kiss. After they broke apart, Y/N took Tim´s hand. 

“I love you too and I would love to see where this will be going.”, Y/N smiled as she squeezed his hand. McGee was about to hug her when Tony joined them. 

“Oh, look who we have here, my two favorite nerds.”, he said as he mustered them. “McGoo, you are literally glowinng, are you feeling okay?”

“Never been better!”, he said as he smiled down at Y/N, ready for what was about to come. 

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Unlucky - Chapter 2

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NCIS x Criminal Minds crossover!!

Summary: You’re Emily Prentiss’s little sister, you work for NCIS and when your team got a case in Quantico, it’s time for her to meet your team and for you to meet hers…

Pairings: sister!Emily Prentiss x Reader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Reader (and maybe more…)

Warnings: smut towards the end; car sex, unprotected sex

Words count: 2.4k

Prologue - Chapter 1

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You always put your foot in your mouth. That was your thing, you knew it but somehow you couldn’t help it. You felt terrible during lunch, and planned on apologizing to Hotch as soon as you were done. Emily talked with McGee about the case and then about you. You listened without really listening. 

When you were almost done eating, Gibbs and Ziva came back with important information about the case and the victim. Emily left the room to let the team work - reluctantly, she really wanted to stay. They told you and McGee what they learned and you told them what you found and what Ducky found.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asked, concerned. 

“She put her foot in her mouth again.” Tim told her. 

“Oh, with your sister?”

You shook your head no. “Her boss. I’m going to apologize actually.” You stood up, feeling Gibbs’s gaze on you. “I know about Rule 6, but this is different.” You said. 

“Did I say anything?” He shot back. 

“No, but—no you didn’t. I’ll be right back.”

You left the conference room and walked up to your sister’s desk. “Is Hotch still here?” You asked her, looking over her shoulder. 

“Yup. Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

You went to his office and knocked. You were that his “come in” wasn't a happy one, like he was annoyed to be disturbed. “You sure I can?” You asked, just popping your head through the door. 

“Yes, Y/N.” So you did and stood across his desk. 

“I want to apologize for what I said. It was insensitive, and a poor choice of words.” 

Hotch looked at you and noticed the very formal posture you had; you were standing straight, chin high, your hand on your back. It clearly was something you picked up for your time as a Marine, but it felt wrong for Hotch. “Am I supposed to dismiss you so you’d stand normally?” He raised an eyebrow at you. You understood what he meant and relaxed, putting your arms on your sides. 

“Yeah, that was very formal, wasn’t it?”

“Old habits die hard, I guess.” 

“Exactly.” You sighed. “Are we good? I really don’t want to start on the wrong foot. Emily cares a lot about you and the team and—“

“We’re fine, Y/N.” He cut you off and you sighed in relief. 

“Thank you! Thanks! I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” He straight up on his chair, “I guess it hurt because you were right.” 

You watched him stare at his wedding ring. You could tell how hard it was from him to accept that his marriage was over. Not that you’d understand, and know how he felt, but you felt for him. Emily told you about his divorce, but only the big lines. From what you understood, his wife - and mother of his son - had enough of his job, and how much it took him away from them. 

You started to walk backwards to leave him alone but you saw him taking the ring off. His gesture surprised you but you didn’t say anything. “Can you keep it?” He asked, opening his hand where the ring was over you. You were even more surprised by his request, and took a few steps forward. 

“What?”

“Can you keep this ring until you’re going back to DC?” He asked again, sure of himself. 

“I don’t—“ you didn’t know what to say. “Are you asking me to be your Frodo?” Despite making a pop culture reference, you were pretty serious and concerned about his request, but Hotch chuckled. 

“I guess I am.”

“Why?” You softly reached for the ring that was still in his palm. Your fingers brushed his skin, and you closed your eyes for a moment, trying not to think about whatever you felt in your body. 

“Well, since we were having this conversation, I guess I can ask you to keep it and make sure you won’t give it back to me no matter what.” He sighed. “Maybe it’ll help.” 

“I don’t think it’s just about the ring, Hotch.” You admitted. 

“Surely not. But it’s a start.” 

“Okay then.” You put the ring in your pocket, feeling Hotch’s gaze on you. “I won’t give it back to you even if you beg.” You silently cursed yourself for using those words. 

“I don’t beg.” He chuckled. 

“Let’s make that your next obstacle.” Could you never shut up? This was your sister’s boss and you were talking to him like he was someone you’ve known for months and were familiar with. Blushing at your behavior, you started to walk towards the door again. 

“I'd like to have other obstacles before that one.” He said. 

“Like what?” You couldn’t help but ask, as your hand reached for the door handle. 

“Considering dating again, for example.”

“Well, once you’ll be back on the horse, it won't be hard for you.” 

With that, you left. You’ve said enough to Aaron Hotchner for now. 

As soon as the door closed, Hotch covered his face with his hands. Why the hell did he do something like this? For the moment he left the conference room after what you said, he tried to take his ring off but he couldn’t. It clearly wasn’t about the ring, it was about accepting that his marriage with Haley was over after many years and a baby. He never wanted his son to be a child of divorce but here they were now. Haley made her decision a while ago, the divorce had been pronounced and there was nothing left to do. 

And he understood that when you were standing in front of him. Because for the first time in a very long time, he pictured himself being with someone. Someone other than his ex-wife. And he hated to admit that you, Emily Prentiss’s young sister, did that for him. It would never be something he’d pursue, but a man could still let his imagination run free, right? 

Especially after that last sentence… 

As you were going to your team, Emily stopped you. “I’m gonna go home and take a nap.” She informed you. 

“You know that you didn’t have to come in the first place?” You laughed. 

“True, but it was fun. Things are good between you and Hotch?” 

“Yes, everything’s clear.”

“Great. Now, I may have told the team that you were here—“

“Okay, so?”

“They want to get some drinks tonight, with you.”

“In case it’s not very clear, I’m working here, Em. I can’t—“

“Oh come on! You’re not going to pull an all-nighter, right?”

“I don’t know yet. It’s barely 2pm. Let’s do that when the case is over?”

“Fine. Most of them will be here tomorrow anyway. See ya.”

She kissed your cheek and left the office to take her much needed nap. 

You joined back your team, and the entire afternoon was about the case. The more you investigated, the more complicated it was becoming. You had no idea where it was going, but around nine pm, Gibbs told you to call it a night. 

You all walked out of the FBI office together. Before reaching the elevator, you felt Tony’s arm wrapping itself around your shoulders. “Baby Prentiss.” 

You rolled your eyes, “What, Junior?”

“First, don’t call me that in front of your sister, please. And second, can I have your sister’s number?” 

“Over my dead body.” You firmly answered. 

“Aw, come on!”

“You are relentless.” Ziva stated. 

“Leave her alone, DiNozzo.” Gibbs gave Tony his second headslap of the day. He let go of your shoulders but stayed close to you. 

“Y/N, your sister’s hot. I’m hot. We’d—“ he stopped talking when you punched his shoulder. “Ow!” He rubbed the spot you just hit.

“Be grateful I went for your shoulder.” 

The elevator’s doors opened and you all got in. “Fine, I’ll just directly ask her.” 

You wanted to punch him again, but Gibbs wrapped his arm around you, holding you in place; your back against his chest. You were small compared to him - which was something he liked a lot - but you’ve proven multiple times that you could kick his ass, and definitely Tony’s. Your small size was actually an advantage, because it made you fast and sneaky. 

“I can’t wait for her to turn you down.” You smirked, knowing that a man like Tony was Emily’s type. 

Gibbs held you against him until the lift was over and it surprised you that no one seemed to care or even paid attention. 

Since Emily was the one to drive in the morning, Gibbs offered to drop you off at her place, while the others used the van to go back to the hotel. During the ride, he noticed how silent you were, deep in thoughts, so he gently put his hand on your thigh and rubbed small circles with his thumb. “Everything okay there?” He asked. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just thinking.” 

“I can see that, and I know it’s not about the case.”

You growled at that, “Stop reading me like an open book.” 

And he chuckled, “That’s the thing about you, Y/N. You wear your feelings and emotions on your sleeves.” 

“Trust me I know, I was reprimanded way too much on that by my commanders. Do you think it makes me—weak?”

“Not the word I’d choose.”

“And what word would you choose?”

Gibbs silently kept driving for a moment, thinking. “Pure.” He said, “Too pure.”

“Wow,” you laughed. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“It is.” 

You took a long look at him and understood that he didn’t like you laughing at the word he chose. You could see his jaw clenched, so you reached for his hair and stroked it a little. You knew it soothed him. 

“Why do you think you’re weak?” He finally asked. 

“It’s not just weakness, it’s—“ you inhaled deeply, “All my life my parents compared me to Em. I wasn’t wanted, I was born twelve years after the only kid they wanted and they spent all those years making me feel inferior to my sister, in every way possible.” Gibbs held your hand in his and squeezed it gently. He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you and he saw the tears in your eyes. It hurt him to see you hurt. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Emily more than anyone in this world. It’s not her fault the parents were like this with me. I mean, she doesn’t know half of it.” 

“Maybe you should tell her, then?”

“No way, it would make her feel so bad.”

“But right now, you’re the one feeling bad.”

“It’s okay.”

“No,” he kissed your knuckles, “it’s not.”

You told Gibbs what was wrong but you didn’t want to go any further than that. So you just closed your eyes and enjoyed his tenderness until you reached for your sister’s building. “That’s her parking lot?” Gibbs asked, pointing at a garage door. 

“Yup,”

“Do you have the key?”

“Yes,” you said, showing the key that you already were holding. “Why?”

“Open it.”

You looked at him, puzzled but he just smirked. You opened the door and he drove inside. He spent a moment driving around the parking lot, until he found the most hidden spot. 

Gibbs turned off the engine, grabbed your stuff and threw them in the back and proceeded to bring you on his lap. “Are you serious?” You chuckled, and he answered with a kiss. As he found your sensitive spot in your neck, his hands roomed under your shirt, where he touched every inch of skin. You found the button to lay the seat back, taking Gibbs by surprise. You immediately crashed against his chest and kissed him passionately. 

You felt the bulge in his pants as he worked on unbuttoning yours. He grabbed handfuls on your flesh, and you moaned in his mouth. “Take those off.” He told you and you got back on your seat to take your shoes and pants off. He freed his cock from his briefs and stroked himself as he stared at you. You playfully threw your soaked panties to his face, and he grabbed them before inhaling deeply into it. 

You climbed on top of him again, his hard cock teasing your entrance. It was quite dark but you still could make each other’s faces out and you stared at each other as you welcomed his length inside your cunt. He rubbed your clit with his thumb a little before you even moved, and then he brought you against his chest and started to thrust. It was slow and deep at first, neither of you spoke. You just kissed, touched and held each other, until he eventually fastened the pace and you met his movements.

“Yes, Gibbs! Fuck!” You cried in his ear, feeling your orgasm building itself. 

“You’re so good, sweetheart. So good,” he whispered. 

Gibbs was hard to read, even during sex, but you’ve learned in the past year that he’s close to come when his hands grab your skin in a death grip - that sometimes leaves bruises. So you reassured him, “I’m so close. Yes, right there!”

He kept his brutal pace until he felt your pussy and body clenching onto you, and it was his undoing. He came deep inside you and that feeling almost made you come a second time. 

You stayed on top of him for a moment as you were both catching your breaths. No matter how tough the man appeared to everyone, he was also the most thoughtful and tender man you’ve ever been with. He rubbed your back and placed small kisses on your forehead until you kissed him and got back to your seat. 

It was only then that it hit you; you hadn’t used protection for the first time. You could feel his cum coming out of your pussy, probably dripping on his cushion. 

“It’s kinda late to ask this but I hope you’re not seeing anyone else, Gibbs.” You told him as you put your clothes back on. 

“And I hope you’re on birth control, otherwise we’re going to CVS right now.” He answered right away, fixing himself up. 

“I’m on birth control.” You reassured him. “You’re not asking if I’m seeing someone else?” 

He didn’t say a word. Gibbs just looked at him and smirked, like he knew you were not seeing anyone else. Granted, he was right but his assumption pissed you off. Like, did he assume that no one else would be interested in you? Or that you were so into him that you didn’t want to be with someone else? Either option upsetted you. 

You finished putting your clothes back on, threw a cold “see you tomorrow” and left.