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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Gibbs x reader - just be there

Can I please request gibbs where he comforts a bubbly and fun agent on his team who becomes more dim because she is having a hard time coming to terms with having to shoot a serial killer. (Hugs and cuddles galore) - Anon💜

Gibbs noticed the change almost immediately, how you kept your distance from everyone and you were no longer yourself.

He didn’t say anything, he just waited.

And he didn’t have to wait much longer, before he heard the door to his house open that night and softly close.

“Gibbs…?”

You padded down to the basement and he set everything down, cleaning out two glasses as he poured two drinks.

He pushed one towards you, but you didn’t drink it and he sighed.

“You did what you had to do.” He said.

You looked up at him.

“I killed someone’s Gibbs…”

“I know, and it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay! I.. I took someone’s life!” You snapped.

You started to pace back and forth, and you finally crouched, burying your face in your arms.

You didn’t know what to do, or how to process what you were feeling.

You never thought you’d have to feel something like this and you didn’t know what to do.

You just crouched there and cried.

Gibbs walked over, crouching behind he placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you back against him, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“It’s alright…” he whispered.

He felt you fall back, and he sat down on the floor, you tucked between his knees, the back of your head resting on his chest as you cried softly.

He didn’t say anything, he just held you.

Yes, Gibbs had killed before, he knew this feeling, and he knew no amount of words could make it feel better, could make it go away.

You clutched at your chest as you cried, and he placed his other hand over your hand, holding it softly.

“I’m here… you’re okay…” he whispered.

He carried on holding you, holding you tightly so you knew that you weren’t alone.

He pressed his head to yours, and you took a shaky breath.

“I don’t.. I don’t.. I can’t…”

“You can, it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s alright I’m here…”

You shuffled around, resting your side against his chest, your head on his shoulder.

He held you a little tighter, and just sat there with you, holding you.

He’d hold you all night if that’s what you needed him to do, he’d stay like that for days even if you asked him too.

He wasn’t one for words, Gibbs was a man of actions, and he knew when someone just needed to be held, and right now that’s what you needed

#ncis #ncis fic #ncis fanfiction #ncis x you #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis fandom #ncis gibbs #jethro gibbs #gibbs #gibbs x reader #Gibbs x you #Gibbs imagine

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slutforsilverfoxes · 5 months

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Breaking Free

[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader

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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.

“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”

The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.

Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”

“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.

Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.

The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”

“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”

Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”

He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.

You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.

Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.

“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”

A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”

Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”

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LJG tags 🖤 @ilovemark1951 @doctorwhofan24

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academicgangster · 7 months

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E. 3x19 || NCIS 1x12

bonus:

#the man from uncle #the man from uncle tv #man from uncle tv #ncis #napoleon solo #illya kuryakin #jethro gibbs #ducky mallard #robert vaughn #david mccallum #napoleon x illya #gibbs x ducky #they're in love your honour #i'd like to once again thank david mccallum for his service to established poly bisexual autistic ships everywhere #espresso macchiato #cain original #pinned post #otp: what kept you

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oneshotnewbie · 3 months

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(Tw, eating disorders)

hiyaa, could you do a fic with NCIS (the whole team or just a few characters) and reader who had been struggling with an ed?? i will leave the details to you xx

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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You sat alone in the darkened kitchen of your apartment. The plate in front of you was empty, the remains of a meager salad that you had tossed around several times. Your gaze was blank as you stared at the plate, as if searching for answers that might be hiding in the dried lettuce leaves.

The last few weeks have been a challenge for you. The relentless cases and high stress levels at NCIS had taken their toll on you. The originally secret battle against the numbers on the scales had long since become an open war that you were waging against yourself.

Your colleagues started to notice your changes. Special Agent Ellie Bishop, your best friend, was one of the first to notice a certain distance in your eyes while you were working on a case. Gibbs, who could read his team's moods like no other, had also picked up on the subtle clues- the tired eyes, the emaciated appearance, and the color that had drained from your face.

After a discussion about the latest case and your lack of sympathy, Ellie and he exchanged worried glances before silently agreeing that it was time to talk to you. Together they decided to bring in Jack Sloane, the team's experienced psychologist and agent.

Just a few hours later, after gathering informally, Gibbs, Ellie, and Jack found themselves in her office. The tension in the air was palpable as they patiently waited for you to walk in the door unsuspectingly. “Sit down, Y/n.” The older man spoke calmly, pointing to the couch opposite.

You hesitated with a questioning and slightly confused look before sitting down. The gazes of your colleagues literally pierced you and made you nervous.

"We're worried about you, sweetheart," Ellie began gently, her arms wrapped around her body as her lower back dug into the blonde's desk. "You seem so different lately and we want to understand what's going on."

Jack eventually continued, bringing out her expertise, enhancing the expression of her words by readjusting her glasses. "There's no reason to walk alone in the dark."

It was hard to miss the tension on your face as you tried to control her emotions. Gibbs looked at you seriously, a hint of concern and sensitivity shining in his eyes. "Y/n, we are your team. If you have problems, you don't have to fight it alone. Talk to us."

"It's nothing. I'm fine." You spoke after listening to your colleagues' words, literally feeling the pressure inside you as a lump formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before standing up and abruptly leaving the room without saying another word. The look on your face told the three of them a mix of anger and shame as they realized there was a deeper reason for your change.

The door closed behind you with a muffled bang and Gibbs sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the closed door. "Damn," he muttered. "She won't let anyone talk to her."

Ellie cast a worried glance in the direction you had just been sitting and furrowed her brow in frustration. "We can't just let her go through this alone. She needs help."

Jack Sloane nodded in agreement, her emotions contained as she considered what to do next with you. "I agree, but she also has to be willing to accept help. We can't force her."

In the next few days the atmosphere in the team remained tense. You tried to appear as normal as possible, but the tension between you, Ellie, and Gibbs was palpable. The usual jokes with Dinozzo, the shared breaks with Ellie and the feeling of togetherness with Gibbs seemed to have faded into the background.

Until the senior agent's team received an urgent mission that required your full attention and teamwork. A suspicious package with a bomb inside appeared in a public building. When you arrived on site, the situation quickly became aggravated by memories of 9/11. The building was evacuated and the team took control of the entire situation.

This effort that brought you back onto the field was actually intended to provide distraction and focus for you. However, the tensions in the team were obvious. You avoided all eye contact with your colleagues, the images of the failed conversation echoing in your head, and the pressure you were trying to hide weighed heavily on you.

While you were concentrating on your tasks, you suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Your heart was pounding fast, the world around you was spinning, and your legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. Your vision blurred. Instinctively you reached for the closest thing possible to hold on to, which at that exact moment was Ellie, but your knees gave way and you sank to the ground next to her. The colors blurred before your eyes and you lost consciousness.

Ellie noticed the suddenly tight grip on her forearm. Gibbs, who was standing right behind you, reacted quickly and caught you before your head hit the paving stone. “Y/n!” He called as he gently laid you on the ground and Ellie called emergency services while Dinozzo and McGee continued to focus on the case. You were pale and breathing shallowly, the older agent trying to wake you up while Ellie looked for signs of acute medical distress and checked your pulse, all while talking to the emergency dispatcher.

Gibbs watched worriedly as you slowly came to. When your eyes opened, they showed a mix of embarrassment and weakness. "What happened?" You mumbled, still dazed.

"We'll sort that out later," he replied calmly, brushing some stray strands of hair that had gotten lost in it out of your face. "Right now we need to make sure you get medical attention."

Even as the paramedics arrived and took care of you, the two exchanged a meaningful look. The events of the last few minutes had exposed a reality that they could no longer ignore and it became clear to everyone that this was not just about the case and the hot summer days that drove everyone into a corner - this was about the well-being of an agent who not only fought against external threats in everyday life, but also against her own demons.

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In the hospital room, surrounded by dim lights and the hum of medical equipment, you sat up straight in bed. Gibbs and Ellie had alerted Jack to come to the hospital, where all three of them gathered around you, each of them with a serious but caring look.

"Y/n, it's time we talk about this," Jack began in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand tentatively running over your still-shaky forearm, skillfully ignoring the intravenous access for medication. "We really care about you. This fainting is a symptom of something bigger. You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."

You looked down, fingers folding nervously in your lap. The walls you had so stubbornly built seemed to be crumbling. Gibbs took a step closer to you. His eyes met yours, intense and fatherly at the same time. "You're part of my team, y/n. If you're having trouble, I'm here for you."

Ellie also wanted to join in the conversation, adding something that completely grounded your walls. "We are not only colleagues, but also friends and family. You can trust us. We will help you." You took a deep breath and nodded, a lone, slow tear rolling down your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to talk about it. It feels like I'm losing control."

Gibbs placed a protective hand on your shoulder, letting you know that it was okay to let them in and accept their help. "Sometimes it's okay to let go of control. You are not alone and together we will help you get back on your feet."

"I fell into something that I didn't think I would ever fall into again. An eating disorder that I actually left behind a long time ago," you began to say, many more tears following. Ellie had immediately moved to your side, wrapping you in a big hug to help you tell them everything they needed to know.

The following weeks were characterized by intensive discussions with Jack, supported by professional help from another psychologist outside of working hours. The entire team was there to support you every step of the way, enveloping you in care as they ate with you and brought you small snacks.

Gibbs, who was otherwise known for his strictness, became a protective father figure who lost his strictness on you when it wasn't work related. He constantly reminded you that there was no shame in showing weakness and that you didn't have to fight alone if you suffered a setback for the day.

The team became a supportive unit that not only solved crimes but also looked after each other. Through your courage to defy and confront your own demons, the connection between you all became significantly stronger. Everyone in the family had learned that true strength often came from accepting help and going through the darkness together, rather than isolating yourself and taking the rocky road alone.

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peregrine21 · 1 month

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Firearm Training - Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Pairing: Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Includes: fluff, slight hurt/angst?, cute moments with Abby, Abby comforting you, soft Gibbs moment because he’s your dad

Warnings: guns, shooting guns (at paper targets)

Word Count: 2395 (I hope this finds people who also love Abby bc it’s so rare that I make it to 2000 words)

Brief Description: Your dad (Gibbs) wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun after several incidents of members of his team and/or their loved ones being targeted. You did fine for most of the lesson but did not handle live fire well. You had an emotional reaction to it but tried to push through until Abby came up to comfort you. Your dad took you and her to get milkshakes and cookies after to help you feel better.

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Firearm training. You were here because your dad wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun. You weren’t fond of loud noises; you preferred bows and crossbows to a gun anyday. However, after several incidents of the team being targeted and even your girlfriend Abby being violently stalked by an ex, you could understand your dad wanting you to learn how to use a gun. Most of the team was there, save for Ducky and Palmer. It was you, Abby, Tony, Tim, Ziva, Director Shepard, and your dad for the day on a private outdoor range with one of your dad’s friends as the instructor. You used one of your dad’s pistols for the day, with “GIBBS”written on the side of the magazine. The guns were all on tables for now as for the first section of the day, your group was reviewed on the build and mechanisms of standard pistols and magazines.

Sitting in a circle with the team, you learned firearm safety: how to carry and handle a pistol safely; the build and parts of a basic pistol: how to take it apart, clean it, reassemble it; and its functions: how to load rounds into a magazine followed by how to load and unload a pistol without shooting it. You did a few rounds of safety checks and learned to never assume it’s unloaded. You practiced dry firing it and the instructor helped you with your hand positioning and grip; your stance was already solid from your previous years in martial arts. The dry fire shooting felt easy going and made you feel cool as you heard the click of shooting imaginary bullets at the target. Your dad and girlfriend both looked at you often with proud expressions on their faces as you quickly picked up each concept and were doing quite well in the course thus far.

It was 4 hours into the course and was finally time for lunch. After lunch it would be time to start shooting live rounds at paper targets. However, for now you all just gathered round and decided to go to a local diner for lunch. It was a 20 minute drive there, and despite there being 8 of you, you were all seated right away as the town you were in was remote enough for the diner to be sparse on patrons. You sat next to Abby, Director Shepard next to her, and the instructor at the end of your side of the table. Ziva was in front of you then, Tony, McGee, and your dad filling the other 3 seats on that side of the table respectively. You and Abby ordered fried chicken and waffles to share, your dad and Shepard got steaks, Ziva, Tony, and McGee got sandwiches, and the instructor got a burger. You all took your time to enjoy the meal in each others’ company, you occasionally leaning your head on Abby’s shoulder or her stealing a bite of the waffle you were nibbling on. After much enjoyment and frivolity, you all ended up returning to the range an hour and a half later for the second half of the course.

You got out of Abby’s car and walked over to the range, Shepard and the instructor already waiting on the course as they rode with your dad, and Tony was close on the way driving Ziva and McGee. You, Abby, your Dad, and director Shepard were already set up as you and Abby were borrowing a pair of your dad’s spare handguns that he stored in his car. Each of your respective guns and accessories were set on the tables, now accompanied by trays of live rounds. Tony’s, Ziva’s and McGee’s guns and gear were with them already, and they would have to set it up themselves upon arriving. The trio soon arrived, and as they got set up, the instructor had the rest of you start with putting on your noise canceling headphones and safety glasses. You glanced over at Abby, adored at how amazing she looked even in the firearm noise canceling headphones and glasses, the headphones set against her bow topped pigtails. The instructor then called for a safety check, followed by loading your magazines with a few live rounds. You were starting to feel a bit anxious as you’d never fired a live round before and the instructor warned you’d need a firm grip to counter the power of shooting live rounds. Before picking up the guns to load in the magazines, Abby leaned over and kissed your cheek— likely leaving a lipstick mark— and gave your hand a squeeze. “You’ll do fine,” she assured you with a gentle smile, clearly noticing your nerves start to kick in.

You lined up with the rest of your group, the instructor on your left to help with your lesson, and Abby on your right for moral support. The instructor led for everyone to begin. Each in your group aimed their guns forward and the instructor made minor adjustments to your grip before telling you to place your finger on the trigger and fire when ready. Before you could do so, you heard the first few shots fired from the team and flinched, your eyes closing at the same time. You opened them and took a deep breath trying to brush it off and fixed your own aim. The instructor had held up her hand to signal everyone else to stop firing so as to let you focus. You aimed at the target, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled the trigger as instructed. On the outside you appeared calm, but it felt like winding a jack in the box until *BANG!* You jumped and your hands were shoved up as your body absorbed the inertia of the shot. You looked at your instructor and pasted a smile on your face as she told you that you’d done well. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes but you fought them, slightly confused as to why they were forming as you didn’t feel particularly sad. You flashed your plastered smile at Abbs, and she smiled in return as she took a few shots herself. You still flinched at every loud bang, but you pushed it all down. It was fine, you were fine. You asked the instructor for some advice on how to avoid losing your grip again, “Uhh, how do I keep my hands from shooting up when the gun fires and keep my grip?”. The instructor moved you into position and put her hands over yours on the gun, “you gotta make sure there is no space between your hands and hold your (dominant) hand firmly with your (non-dominant) hand”. You nodded, giving an ok in response before the instructor took a break to use the restroom. Abbs had finished a few rounds and put her gun on the table before coming up to you from the side. She laid a hand on your back and left a gentle kiss on the back side of your neck, “I’ll be over at the tent babe, you’re doing great!”, she informed you before returning cheerfully to the tent set up for breaks and spectating. It was now you, Ziva, McGee, Tony, and Director Shepard on the range. Your dad was watching from the tent along with Abbs who had just sat in one of the chairs to spectate with him.

You prepared to take another shot and aimed at the target when Ziva came up beside you, “Fix your grip, there’s a gap between your hands again.” You did as she told you and thanked her before putting your finger on the trigger and slowly pulling it again. *BANG!* You jump again and silent tears form. You try to push through and keep your gaze forward so as to not let anyone onto the tears nearly falling down your face. You take a deep breath your heart racing, fixing your grip before pulling the trigger a third time, *BANG!* Silent tears start to fall down your cheeks, still baffling you as you don't feel sad or upset. A sniffle tips off Ziva who leans over to look at your face. She notices the tears and bluntly inquires, "What are the tears for? You're only shooting at a paper." You feel bad for not being able to stop it and feel pressured to suck it up, responding that you’re fine and start setting up for another shot. Abby heard from the chairs set up at the tent behind the shooting range and immediately made her way over, your father Gibbs behind her. Your calm steadiness starts to waver as your hands begin to shake. You breathe, put your finger on the trigger and take your 4th shot, losing your grip on the gun as your hands start to shake even more. You bring your (non-dominant hand) back onto the gun and aim at the target once more, hands and arms shaking profusely and tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision a bit.

Ziva is baffled at your emotional state, giving you a confused look as to why this is making you cry. You didn’t really understand why yourself, you just knew you couldn’t stop it or hold it back even though you didn’t necessarily feel upset. You hear another couple shots from Tony and McGee and flinch again. By this time, Abby has finally made it to you and pressed her body against your back, wrapping one arm around you and grabbing the gun out of your hands with the other. You turn and melt into her, tears still falling down your face and she rubs her thumb against your back trying to calm you a bit, “Darling, it’s ok, you did so good. You don’t have to keep going.” Your dad makes it over and looks to Ziva who is still perplexed, “Stop staring and take the gun from Abby would ya?!” You bury yourself further into Abby as Ziva takes the gun out of Abby’s hand and places it on the table. Now with a free hand, Abby turns the volume all the way off on your headphones to reduce the loudness of the gunshots. You look up at her. “It helps a bit to have the volume all the way down” she tells you as she holds your face and wipes the tears away with her thumb. You bury your face into her neck and she wraps her other arm around you, holding you close and whispering affirmations and sweet nothings into your ear. Your dad puts a hand on your shoulder, standing behind Abby to talk to you, “Hey, you did good kid. You can stop if you want to. I just wanted you to know how to shoot if you ever need to. Now you can.” Abby walked you over to the tent and sat against a table, keeping you in her arms as you calmed down, rubbing circles on your back with her thumb. The rest of the team kept on shooting, your Dad taking your place in the lineup. Director Shepard came over and leaned against the table beside Abby, placing a hand on your back and reassuring you, “Hey, you’re ok.” She smiled, and you tried to smile back in return, still shaking a bit. “You can sit over here with us while they finish the course, no need to go back out.” After a few minutes, your breathing had finally evened out again, and Abby brought you around the table to the chairs while keeping you close to her. She sat down and guided you to sit in her lap as Director Shepard sat in the chair beside hers. You sat across her lap, legs over the side of the chair, and leaned into her. You kept your head on her shoulder as she put one around your waist and left the other one free. You still flinched at most of the shots the rest of the team took so Abby pulled out your book to distract you a bit. She held you in her arms and read your book with you until the shooting course was over.

Afterwards, the team packed up all their gear and put it into their respective cars, your dad packing up for you and Abby as both of you had borrowed his spare pistols for the course. Tony, Ziva, and McGee left first, bidding the rest of you farewell. Your dad came up to you and Abby, both of you still consumed in the book, and pulled it down to get both your attention, “Hey, how about we go to the diner for milkshakes before heading home?” You liked the idea. Shepard joined the three of you; she had felt like a mother to you and Abby. The instructor bid you all a farewell as she had her own car to return home with and still had to pack up the course for the night.

Around 20 minutes later, you had arrived at the diner and been seated in a 4 person booth, you and Abby on one side and Gibbs and Shepard on the other. Your dad ordered a chocolate malt shake, Shepard a Vanilla one, and Abby a Black and White (think chocolate and marshmallows). You still felt shaken so Abby, knowing your favorites, ordered your favorite milkshake as well as a double order of chocolate chip cookies for you and her to share. Once the waitress had gone to put in your orders, Abby pulled you close by the waist and the two of you sat nuzzled up together. You remained like this still when your orders arrived and as you enjoyed the sugary rewards of the day. After you were done, the sun was starting to set so your dad paid the bill and you all headed out: Shepard with Gibbs and you with Abbs. She had her hand either on your thigh or laced into your hand for half of the ride to your house where she was spending the night. Your dad cooked dinner that night for the four of you and Shepard headed home at around 9pm. You and Abby remained cuddled up for the rest of the night before finally falling asleep, wrapped together in each other's arms.

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paradoxunknown · 2 years

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EFFY

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew x gcw #gcw #effy bless you for your contribution #effy #effy gibbes #jon moxley #sassy daddy mox #murder daddy mox #jon fucking moxley #the full cackle I let out at this tweet

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kdogreads · 1 year

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Welcome to kdogreads’ masterlist 🥰

Requests open — message me ✨

✨Updated 2/20/24✨

🔥Smut 🥰Fluff 🥲Angst

1k Celebration!

The Punisher

Frank Castle x f!reader

Bad Girlfriend 🔥😅

The Bear

Carmen Berzatto x f!reader

Stress Relief 🔥🥰

Moving in with Carmy 🥰

Picking up the kids with Carmy 🥰

Chef Luca x f!reader

You’re My Peace 🥲🥰

Imagine being Luca’s girl 🥰🔥

Richie Jerimovich x f!reader

Flirty Richie and Syd’s friend 🥰

Grumpy Richie who’ll do anything for you 🥰🔥

Daddy kink/hand holding Richie 🔥

Halloween with Richie 🥰

Self-pity Richie 🥲🥰

Dating Richie HCs 🥰🔥

Oral fixation 🔥

Richie facts 🥰🔥

NSFW Alphabet 🔥🥰 w/ @foreveraimingtowardsthesky💕

SOA

Chibs Telford x f!reader

My Dove🔥🥰

Very Soon🥰

My Savior 🥲🥰

Being Chibs’ old lady 🔥🥰

Being Chibs’ old lady (part 2) 🥰

Taking in the Teller boys 🥲🥰

The Last to Know 🔥🥰

Chibs Coming Home to You and the Boys 🥰

NCIS

Jethro Gibbs x f!reader

Jethro Gibbs NSFW Alphabet 🔥🥰

Ain’t Woman Enough 🥲(ish)🥰

Are You Done? 🥰

First Date 🥰

Imagine being Gibbs’ girl 🥰

Happy birthday to you 🥰

Santa Gibbs 🥰🔥(ish)

TWD

Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Sunshine 🥰

Perfect to Us 🥰🔥

Get In Line 🥲🥰

One Sunny Afternoon 🥰

Daryl’s Praises 🔥

Arguing with Daryl 🥲🥰

Supernatural

Dean Winchester x f!reader

Perfect Strangers 🔥

Redhead Delight 🔥

The Devil’s Work 🔥

Happy Birthday, Dean 🔥

As You Wish 🔥

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eideticstark · 2 years

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Federal Gambit- Part One

Warnings: Minimal swearing, jealousy

Pairings: dad!Gibbs x reader, Hotch x reader

A/N: I recently joined Tumblr to share random fics that I come up with. Apologies in advance if the grammar/writing is awful. I'm an engineering major and this is all purely for fun in my free time. Feel free to critique me and/or leave requests! Thanks for reading! <3

Summary: A mystery man is in your apartment. How will the love of your life, Hotch, react? More importantly, how do you know Gibbs?

You looked into Aaron’s dark brown eyes. There was a sparkle which only made you smile.

“What is it y/n?” a smile playing on his lips as he grabbed one of your hands and started to caress it gently.

“Nothing…I just…I’m in love with you Aaron Hotchner.”

“Miss y/l/n, I’m in love with you too.”

“Would you like to come over? Watch a movie before you leave for the night?”

“I would love to.”

Hand in hand, you and Aaron paid for your meals and left the restaurant.

Upon arriving at your apartment, you unlocked the door and the two of you went inside. Aaron saw a figure at your window and shoved you behind him while drawing his weapon.

“Who the hell are you and what do you want?” Aaron sternly shouted.

Despite seeming calm, he was seething with anger on the inside. He cannot believe there is another man standing in your living room. Why would he have a key? Did he break in? Are you cheating on him? Aaron could not think straight but being an FBI agent, it was his job to protect you.

The mystery man let out a chuckle and turned around. You immediately recognized the voice and released a sigh before addressing him.

“Leroy, what the fuck are you doing here at,” you looked at your watch, “2100?”

Gibbs threw daggers at you but you knew and he knew that he wouldn’t be there unless it was an emergency. The least he could’ve done was call beforehand but that wasn’t his style.

At this moment, Gibbs decided to humor himself. He smirked and walked over to you pulling you into a hug all while his eyes were trained on Aaron. To piss Aaron off, Gibbs kissed your cheek.

Aaron tensed up. After holstering his weapon, he walked towards where you and Gibbs are and proceeded to look Gibbs dead in the eyes.

“Gibbs, back the hell away from y/n. You missed your shot. She’s mine.”

You started to get uncomfortable so you gave Leroy a look and he knew what you were thinking. He nodded and you turned to walk away.

Aaron caught your wrist tightly. You were afraid to look into his eyes but he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. You saw the tears at the brim of his eyes and tears of your own threatened to fall.

“That’s enough Hotchner,” Gibbs commanded, walking towards you two.

“Y/n, what the fuck does Gibbs have that I don’t? I thought you loved me? Or do you just screw every old federal agent that you come across?”

You were too stunned to speak so you just dropped to your knees.

“Who are you calling old Hotchner?” Without second thought, Aaron approached Gibbs and was about to swing but Gibbs beat him and struck him first, hard.

The famous smirk returned to Gibbs’ face and he told the two of you why he was there as he got you off the ground.

“Y/n, someone is trying to kill you. Bad news, since you are not an active marine and technically I’m off duty, your boyfriend over here has been tasked to be your protection detail. It’s his jurisdiction.”

“Where'd the intel come from?” you inquired.

“Director and since no one knows you and I are related, I figured why not say hi in the process,” Gibbs responded.

“Leroy, you’re a bastard. I hate you.”

“Get creative y/n. That’s what all my ex wives say when they see me.”

Aaron was still on the floor holding his nose trying to stop the bleeding. Leroy extended his hand to Aaron, who looked at it with disgust, and proceeded to introduce himself.

“Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Y/n’s father.”

This was going to be a long case.

part 2

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JENNY + GIBBS | like a funeral

my latest Jibbs video is up!

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Sex Education

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Gibbs x reader - waiting for it

Hello, I was wondering if you could write Gibbs/ reader going on a first date after years of flirting with each other. You can write it any way you like. Thank you, Lora - @ilovemark1951💜

Humming to yourself, you were walking through the bullpen when you stopped and turned to the silver haired man sitting at his desk.

You looked him up and down.

He stopped what he was doing and slowly set his pen on the desk.

“Keep staring, see what happens.” He said.

“Really Gibbs, maybe I want to see what happens.” You smirked.

He chuckled a little, leaning back he crossed his arms as he looked up at you.

“What do I owe the pleasure?” He asked.

You shrugged a little, giving him a cocky smile.

“Nothing, you look good in that shirt.”

“Would look better on you.”

“Ooo smooth talker, keep playing Jethro, see what happens.”

With that you walked away to carry on what you were doing while you had a large smirk on your face.

Gibbs smirked as well, going back to his work as he waited for the next time he would see you so he could make another similar comment.

No one knew about this game that the two of you played.

You only did it when you were alone, it was a competition to see who would get flustered and give up first, but after months neither of you had backed down.

You’d come to love the little game, and looked forward to each time you would see him.

It didn’t take long for you to see him again, because Gibbs came wondering up to your office and closed the door quietly behind him as he looked at you chewing the tip of your pen.

“Keep chewing that you’re gonna get ink all over your face.”

“Guess you’ll just have to wash it away then huh?” You smirked.

Gibbs smirked a little.

“I know something better you could eat. Me, you, dinner tonight.” He said.

He planted a hand on your desk and looked at you.

You were shocked, but quickly regained your composure and leant forward a little.

“Don’t get into things you can’t get out of Jethro.” You said softly.

“Who says I wanted out?” He mused.

You hummed a little, leaning back in your desk as you stretched.

“Alright, formal or casual?”

“Casual.”

“Early or late evening?”

“Late.”

“Out or in?”

“Out. Bring a jacket, it’s cold.”

With that he left and you smiled to yourself.

You were beyond excited when you went home and changed out of your work clothes into something more casual and comfortable.

Milling about your house, you did some cleaning and sorted some stuff out as you waited for that much needed knock on your door to tell you your date was here to pick you up.

If you were being honest you were nervous, but you wouldn’t tell him that.

You’d been wanting this for a long time. You never thought the flirting and the remarks would actually go anywhere because you didn’t think you were his type.

You thought he just enjoyed the game, and you did too so either way you wouldn’t have been too disappointed if it never actually went anywhere.

When you heard the knock on the door you had to contain your excitement as you walked over and answered it, looking at Gibbs dressed in jeans and a hoodie.

“I prefer the shirt.” You mused.

“I’ll remember that.” He chuckled.

He handed you some flowers and you invited him in as you went to put them in water.

“So what does the mysterious Jethro have planned?”

“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you (Y/N).”

You laughed a little and turned back around, leaning against the counter.

“Where’s the fun?”

“Not telling you.” He shrugged.

You hummed a little, nodding your head as you followed him out of the house and to his car.

Even in the car the pair of you were flirting back and forth with a hint of sassy comments thrown in and you absolutely loved it.

He pulled out outside a small cafe you didn’t recognise and looked at him.

“You’re not gonna kill me are you?”

“Just get.” He said pushing you slightly.

Laughing you got out of the car and followed him inside to a table and he handed you a menu as he went to order you both drinks.

You had to admit the cafe was nice.

He came back over with two cups and set on in front of you before setting his down and picking up his own menu.

“It’s quiet, it’s nice.” You mused.

“It’s where I come to escape you.”

“Well you’re screwed now you’ve shown me.” You laughed.

“Who says I come here often?” He smirked.

“Guess I’ll just have to follow you now.”

“You don’t already?”

You gently smacked your own cheek.

“Damn, harsh. I’m not a stalker you know.”

“You like eyeing me up like you are.”

“Hey, is it wrong to look at hot things?”

“So I’m a thing now?”

You rolled your eyes as you set your menu down.

“You could’ve picked up on anything and of course that’s what you went for.”

Gibbs shrugged, setting his own menu down.

“I enjoy causing you trouble.”

“Don’t I know it.” You laughed.

You guys ordered four food and settled into light conversation as you ate.

You stayed for a little bit after, and whenever Gibbs wasn’t looking you would sneak little glances at him, smiling to yourself and he would do the same to you.

Finally it came time for you to go home and he got out the car to walk you to your door and you turned to him, deciding to finally ask the question that’s been in your mind all evening.

“What was this?” You asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… well… why’d you invite me out to dinner?”

You didn’t want to ask, but you needed to know why.

Gibbs smiled a little, and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you into him before leaning down, just inches away from your face.

Leaning up, you brushed your lips again his but you didn’t dare initiate the kiss.

“Well it mustn’t have been too great if you don’t realise I wanna take you out more often.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours and you smiled.

“Oh really?” You mused.

“Just kiss me.” He laughed.

You didn’t need to be told twice, you wrapped your arms around his neck and quickly kissed him, one he was more than eager to return.

It felt like the stars had aligned, you’d been wanting to do this for months and now you finally were and your heart was pounding in your chest.

You could kiss this man forever

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Devil in Disguise

[A/N: Let's just pretend this isn't like two weeks overdue, mmkay?]

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Request: Jethro Gibbs x female reader (possession, brat/brat tamer dynamic)

“Tell me you’re not wearing that right now.”

Pressing your phone closer to one ear and your finger into the other, you say, “What? It’s so loud hear, Jay, I can’t hear you.”

“I said-”

“Hang on.” Snagging a fresh beer from the cooler, you pass your favorite colleague on your way to the balcony and mouth, It’s Jethro, by way of an explanation for your absence for the next few minutes. She nods in understanding before throwing you an exaggerated wink, and you indulge in a smile back. “Okay,” you breathe once out in the fresh air. Music is still pumping from inside the building, but it’s at a much more reasonable level with the door closed behind you. “What’s up, baby?”

“What’s up? What’s up?”

“Mhm,” you respond easily, masking your delighted giggle with a pull from your beer.

“I found your little… gift,” he grumbles. “That’s what’s up.”

“You like it?”

He peruses the Polaroids spread out across the coffee table featuring you in a “Halloween costume” -that, to him, looks better suited for roleplay in the bedroom- in various suggestive positions. You had been kind enough to sneak the stack into Jethro’s current nightly read so that the photos would fall out as he settled into the couch to pass the time before you returned home.

“What do you think, brat?” he growls lightly, pulling one photo of you kneeling before the mirror in your bedroom closer to admire the way your lacy red lingerie peeks out from beneath your white skirt.

You hum in mock contemplation on the other end of the line before settling on, “Sounds like you like ‘em a lot.”

“I want to take you over my lap for wearing it out of the house without me there to ward off any straying eyes. And then I want to rip it off with my teeth.”

You inhale a sharp breath, then produce a dumbfounded albeit excited, “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. When are you coming home?”

“A few hours?” you guess. “I didn’t expect your case to wrap up tonight.”

He grunts by way of a response, ever the poet. Then, “Are you having fun at least?”

An idea pops into your head, and you grin to yourself. “Not as much fun as I could be having, but yes. I’ll see you at home, okay? Love you, handsome.”

“Call me when you’re ready for me to come get you,” he says, one of his many versions of I love you. “See you later, honey.”

After catching up with your coworkers and downing some more liquid courage, you sneak off to the nearest bathroom, securely closing and locking the door behind you. You hike your leg up on the counter to show off your lacy underwear and tug your top down enough to free your tits from the confines of your push-up bra before snapping a picture with an angelic smile to complement your all-white outfit and wings.

You type out, If only I had a strong, sturdy gunnery sergeant to teach me a lesson about respecting my elders… and send your text off with a sly grin before righting yourself and returning to the party.

You can’t help checking your phone and watching the minutes tick by without a response, wondering if your old man is upset with your bratty teasing- or if he even managed to open the attachment on his ancient device.

When you look up from checking your phone for the twelfth time in as many minutes, you find your friend’s eyes widening comically as she quietly announces, “Boyfriend at six o’clock and he does not look happy.”

Before you can even process her words, you find yourself hoisted into the air, your angel wings flapping in protest as you settle over Jethro’s solid shoulder. “Took you long enough,” you huff with faux indignance. Even without looking, he knows your lips are turned downward in a pout and your arms are crossed.

“Yeah?” he rumbles out, waiting until you’ve exited the building and are away from prying eyes to land a firm smack to your ass. You let out a yelp and he asks, “This what you wanted?”

“Pretty much,” you admit, shooting him a cheeky grin when he lays you down across the backseat of his truck before climbing in between your spread legs.

Jethro shakes his head with a laugh, plucking a stray feather from your fake wings off his shoulder. Then he leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, and you can’t help but moan and buck up against him in response. “Need you,” you whine, using the collar of his polo shirt as leverage to pull him closer.

“I know,” he soothes quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth while his fingers hook into your panties to tug them down your legs. His eyes grow a shade darker when you squirm beneath him with a whimper, the dim overhead car light reflecting in the wetness coating your upper thighs. “But first I need to teach my little angel a lesson about respecting her elders.”

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academicgangster · 6 months

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4x05 || 4x10 ducky, and only ducky, had a right to know

#ncis #gibbs x ducky #otp: what kept you #jethro gibbs #ducky mallard #jenny shepard #cain original #pinned post #espresso macchiato #(that's my edits and gifsets tag)#jen called him dishonest and demanded reparation she didn't deserve; ducky grieved for months and brought him a coffee

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jenni3penny · 2 years

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'Enough For Now', Kibbs & mild Slibbs, 'Lawyer'

#this one is for you nonny #also for justagibbsgirl #who was just being funny #and also for tango #who did the timeline legwork #and also coolbyrne #who did the work work #jethro gibbs #kate todd #caitlin todd #jack sloane #kibbs #slibbs #gibbs x kate #gibbs x sloane #ncis summer bingo 2022

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shocked and upset to find out that people are thirsting over gibbs

#he's so old bro wtf #saw a reader x gibbs imagine and in the gif they used he literally looked minutes from death #you know when they aged up captain america. he didn't even look that young

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Something New

It was 7:15 PM and Eleanor Bishop was due to leave work for her first date since she and Jake divorced. Actually, she should have left fifteen minutes ago, but Gibbs waits for no woman when it comes to finishing the end of case paperwork.

Ellie was just glad that she’d had the forethought to bring her date night clothes - a black dress, with sleeves, and a low neckline, paired with gold two inch heels - with her. It meant that as soon as she cleared her desk, and grabbed her bag, she would be set to leave.

“Going somewhere so soon, Bishop?” Tony DiNozzo asked as he and Tim McGee walked around the corner of the stairs in the bullpen.

“Actually, yes, I have a date to get to,” Ellie replied.

Taking in her elegant black dress, and lightly curled hair, Tony smiled and said, “Mind if I walk out with you?”

Ellie nodded yes, and after two quick good-byes to McGee they walked to the elevator together.

“The dress looks good. First date since Jake, right? Or have you been holding out on me?” Tony asked, once the elevator doors had closed. Ellie chuckled, she expected nothing less from Tony.

The two had struck up an interesting friendship since she had started at NCIS. Tony was always there to answer her questions, even when his answers came in the form of obscure movie references. He’d also noticed her proclivity towards food, and while he teased her, he’d started keeping a secret stash of her favorite snacks in his bottom left desk drawer for her after a particularly rough case that had the two of them working late nights in the office together for a few days.

“No, Tony, I’m not holding out, it is the first one since everything was finalized,” she replied slowly. Tony’s expression softened, as he turned more fully towards her before speaking again.

“You look absolutely lovely, and I hope you have a great time with whoever has caught your interest.”

“Tony, thank you, that means a lot.” Ellie said with a shy smile.

The pair exited the elevator and began walking towards their cars, which they had parked next to one another that morning. Just as Ellie was approaching her car door, she received a text notification. Praying it wasn’t McGee or Abby needing something work related, she checked it quickly. It was her date. Canceling. With an audible sigh, Ellie opened her back car door and threw her bag into it. After typing out a reply that she hoped conveyed her annoyance but not too much, she looked up and realized that Tony was still there. He had opened his own car door and crossed his arms along the top of it as he watched her.

“Trouble in paradise already?” Tony asked, with only the slightest hint of humor.

“He canceled. And sure, I wasn’t super excited about him, but we were supposed to go to Ted’s Bulletin! And I was really looking forward to a nice glass of wine, pasta, and one of their homemade poptarts for dessert.” Ellie complained, once again with an audible sigh.

Tony looked around the parking lot slowly, not quite looking for other people, but rather looking anywhere other than Ellie. He ran a hand through his hair, removed his arms from his car door, and turned to face Ellie fully, looking over at her above their cars.

“It would be a shame for you to miss out on good food, and you deserve to be seen in that dress outside of your workplace, so, would you allow me to accompany you to dinner?” He asked, almost nervously.

Raising an eyebrow at him, Ellie asked, “Are you asking me on a date, Tony?”

“I think I want to, yes,” he replied. Ellie stared at him for a second, thinking over their relationship. There was Rule 12. And Tony was a bit older than what she thought she wanted when she signed up for dating apps, but he was still a very attractive man. Ellie was surprised by his offer, but as she continued to look at him, he held her gaze, and didn’t flinch, and didn’t look away. In the last several months of their marriage, and through the divorce proceedings, Jake could barely stand to look at her, much less straight in the eyes, and it bothered Ellie. But this? An attractive man looking at her, shamelessly but not in a sexual way. Well, it made Tony intriguing.

The pros outweigh the cons here, she thought to herself.

“Well, I think I want to say yes,” Ellie replied, slightly unsure of herself even still. Tony’s smile brightened and he moved to walk her away from her own car to the passenger side of his, where he opened the door for her as she got inside. In seconds, Tony was sliding into the driver’s seat and they were on their way to dinner.

Once seated at the restaurant, and after ordering their drinks, Ellie took a deep breath and spoke, “Tony, I’m absolutely flattered you brought me here, I really was looking forward to it, but I don’t need your pity.”

“Pity? That’s what you think this is? Bish-,” he started to say, then paused before continuing, “Eleanor, I asked because you deserve tonight, at the very least. You deserve a night where you get dressed up and look like an absolute vision, where you enjoy great food, where a man treats you like the amazing woman you are. And I was thrilled that it was happening for you, but also mildly jealous that it wasn’t with me.” Tony spoke with a shrug and a grin that Ellie knew hid his insecurities.

“You’ve never said anything like this before, never alluded to it,” Ellie said, skeptical.

“Ellie, you were married. And then you weren’t. I wasn’t going to be the guy who swooped in like a buzzard after the divorce. That might have been who I was once upon a time, but not now. I saw how hurt you were, how confused. And I was confused too. Hell, I thought I was still holding on to Ziva…but maybe, there’s room for you, too.” Tony spoke with honesty, his body language open and vulnerable.

Ellie was shocked. She was on a date with Tony DiNozzo. She might actually be attracted to him. And he had just brought up Ziva, the woman whose shadow she worked and lived in, with no prompting. Ellie glanced away, took a sip of her white wine, and slowly put the glass back on the table, before looking back up at Tony.

“I was ready to go on a date with a total stranger earlier, mostly because I just wanted dinner. I’ve never allowed myself to think about you as anything other than my coworker. I was married. I had heard the whispers about you and Ziva.” Ellie said in a measured tone. Tony nodded, and folded his hands together.

“I get it, Ellie. This can just be dinner between two friends from here. I’m not asking for anything that you aren’t willing to give me. Like I said before, you deserve a night like tonight, and I wanted to be the one to facilitate it.” Tony responded in the same measured tone, and Ellie believed him. At the root, Tony was being a good friend. He was taking care of a member of his team. And Ellie could handle that, really.

“Thank you, Tony. I think we should order and just enjoy the evening,” Ellie spoke with much more confidence than she felt.

Dinner flowed well after that exchange. The two agents talked about their favorite foods, whether or not Die Hard could classify as a Christmas movie, Oklahoma and Ohio sports, as well as how different Ellie’s childhood with all her brothers was from Tony’s. If Ellie were to consider it a first date, and rank it alongside all her other first dates, she would have to admit that it would be pretty high on the list.

Tony was charming, and likable. He knew how to actually hold a conversation. He treated the wait staff kindly. He was an active listener. They shared stories seamlessly throughout the night, and Ellie was surprised that she had so much to learn about a man that she sat across from on a daily basis.

Before either of them knew it, the time reached 11:30 PM, and their waiter came to announce that the restaurant would be closing soon. Shocked, Ellie and Tony gathered their belongings, and made to leave. As she was pulling on her jacket, Ellie noticed Tony open his wallet, and place a decently sized tip on the table, tucking it gently under the edge of a plate. She smiled to herself, but didn’t comment.

Once again in Tony’s car things got slightly awkward for Ellie. She wanted Tony to take her home, she wanted to be dropped off at her house, walked to her door, and maybe left with a kiss good-bye, instead of being taken back to her car at NCIS. She didn’t dare say anything though, and so Tony drove her back to NCIS. As they both got out of Tony’s car, he spoke.

“I definitely had a great time with you tonight, Ellie. I sincerely hope the evening lived up to your expectations, even if I wasn’t the man you originally planned it with.”

“Thank you so much, Tony. I really think I needed the evening out, and the company was pretty decent too,” Ellie replied with a slight smirk. So maybe she wanted to flirt a little, sue her. Tony started it, anyway. Leaning back against her driver’s side car door and staring at the man in front of her, dressed in his usual dark suit, Ellie felt alert and interested, as well as relaxed and soft all at once. Do all of his suits fit him like this one does?, she thought to herself.

Tony shook his head with a short laugh as he looked down at her, and ran his hand through his hair again.

“You probably shouldn’t look at me like that at work, Bishop,”.

“Does the parking lot really count, DiNozzo?” Ellie replied quickly, unwilling to lose her ground in this game.

“Oh, I think the parking lot counts when the boss’ truck is still parked in it,” Tony said smugly, tilting his chin in the forward direction. Stunned, Ellie straightened up and turned quickly around, her eyes locating Gibbs’ truck parked close by. Sufficiently shaken out of her post-dinner daze, Ellie was fully prepared to turn back to face Tony and say good-night. However, Tony had taken her distraction as an opportunity and moved into her personal space.

When Ellie turned, Tony was right there. His left hand came up to rest on her car behind them, and his right lifted to slowly brush her hair back behind her ear. He then used his right hand to hold her jaw as he tilted Ellie’s face up. Their eyes locked, and Ellie swallowed slowly, before nodding, to answer the unspoken question on Tony’s face. It was unmistakable - Tony wanted to kiss her. And Ellie wanted to let him.

Tony was warm. At every point of contact between their bodies, Ellie felt undeniable warmth. The kiss was slow, and calm on the outside, just a simple meeting on the lips. But Ellie was trembling. As Tony pulled away from the kiss he in turn pulled Ellie into a tight hug. Resting her head against his chest, with her arms slung low around Tony’s waist, Ellie smiled. Tony pressed a kiss to her hair before moving back and reaching to open her car door for her.

“Let me know when you make it home safely, please?” Tony asked quietly. Ellie struggled to find her words, but whispered out a yes as she got into her car.

Ellie was the first to pull out of the parking lot, and only after making her way inside her apartment, and changing into her pajamas does she text Tony.

I made it home safely. Thank you, again. xo

Glad to hear it. Think we can do it again sometime?

Ellie stands in the middle of her bedroom, and bites her lip. She thinks about everything that could possibly go wrong, but also about everything that could go right before she types out a reply.

Yes, please.

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