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Hope things are going well for you!

Could you do a Gibbs x y/n where there son falls at home and gets a broken arm and y/n feels horrible/guilty that she let it happen under her watch. He meets them at the ER where the son refuses to let him go and y/n won't meet his eye. On the way home he holds her hand and convinces there son that his cast is cool and he can ask others to sign it. When they get home he goes to play. Gibbs finds y/n crying asks him "why am I such a bad parent"

Bad Mom?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2461

Warnings: Mild language, blood, injury, gore, angst…

A/N: Hopefully, this is okay! I really enjoyed writing this! Sorry it took so long for me to get this done! Xx

You hum softly as you continue working on the salad to go with dinner. Jethro would be home a little later, but you always make sure he comes home to a nice, relaxing dinner.

Your guys’ son, Maddox Leroy Gibbs, was upstairs playing with his newest birthday gift. Jethro had got him a wood-carving kit and now Maddox couldn't keep his hands off it.

All of a sudden, you heard thumps before the most pained scream you've ever heard. You dropped the glass bowl of salad, ignoring the glass shattering on the ground as you race towards the crying.

There was Maddox laid on the ground, cradling his arm. You fall to your knees beside him and gently grab him.

"Baby, hey, I need you to tell me what happened. What hurts?" You ask softly.

"M-My arm!" He wails.

You gently pull his hand away as your stomach flips and your throat tightens seeing blood and bone. He screams, wailing louder.

"Look away." You demand as you stand, picking him up as you grab the keys and your phone on the way out.

You barely were able to lock the door as you run out towards your car. You get him in the booster seat, grabbing the first aid kit and quickly taping gals over it loosely so he wouldn't be able to see it.

You hurry to the drivers side, starting to drive the way that Jethro drives. You open your phone with shaky hands and dial his number. It rings and rings until it says his mailbox was full. You throw the phone down in the seat next to you as your shaky hands grip the wheel tighter as you break every driving law to make it to the hospital.

You were out of your car, running to his side of the car as you swung the door open, picking him up and running inside. Immediately nurses flank you, having you place him on a gurney before your told to move your car.

You felt irritated, but you also understood. You quickly move you car before finding your way inside. You weren't allowed to go in the room with him as they had an officer on the way to question you. You knew they thought this was some abuse case, but it wasn't. You grab your phone dialing his number again and you kept dialing until he finally answered.

"Hon, I'm in the middle of a case right now." He says irritated.

"J-Jethro, h-he fell down the stairs and he hurt his arm really bad. T-They won't let me see him! They have an officer coming to question me because they think this an a-abuse case!" You sob into the phone, ignoring the nurses who gave you the stink-eye.

"Hon, I'm on my way. Do not answer any questions. Tell them your waiting on me." He says sternly.

Before you could say anything, he had hung up. You let your head fall into your hands as you cry harder.

"I want my mom!" He wails and you stand as you rush towards him.

"Ma'am, you can't see him until you've been questioned and cleared." A nurse snaps, pushing at you.

"He's my son! I'd never hurt him! Let me see him!" You snap, trying to push through towards your son.

"Mommy!" He wails.

"It's okay, baby! Daddy's on his way!" You say as tears fall down your cheeks and big burly security guards push you back towards the little sitting area in the hallway.

They cuff your hands behind your back and make you sit as you refused to leave. You looked at the ground, your head racing as terrible thoughts went through your head.

Jethro parks his car hastily, getting out of the car as his team followed him in. He tried to get them to stay and work on the case, but they refused. Maddox was their nephew and they'd do anything for the kid.

Jethro walks in, his eyes finding you. For a brief moment, he felt relief until he saw the cuffs on your wrists.

"Take the cuffs off her, now." He barks, striding towards you.

"Sir—now!" He interrupts.

The security guard fumbles with the keys as he roughly pulls you up before Jethro pinned him against the wall. Tony grabs the keys off the floor, undoing the cuffs on your wrists.

"Don't you ever put your hands on my wife like that again." He warns.

"Hey sweet cheeks, your okay." Tony murmurs as he hugs you.

"They won't let me see him." You mumble numbly into his chest.

"They will once Gibbs is through with them." He teases and you couldn't help the small shaky smile.

"Hon, come on." Jethro says.

You walk towards him, keeping your eyes casted to the floor. His arm wraps around your waist protectively as he walks towards the desk.

"Where is my son?" He demands.

"S-She needs to be questioned." The nurse says weakly.

"My wife wouldn't ever lay a hand on our son. He fell down the stairs, kids have accidents all the time. Let me see our damn son." He snaps.

"O-Of course, right this way sir." She says and starts to lead us towards the room he was in.

You hesitate and hang back towards the doorway as Jethro heads towards Maddox who was sat up in the bed with a light blue cast on his arm.

“Daddy!” He exclaims, throwing himself towards Jethro who chuckles and catches him.

You catch sight of stitches across his eyebrows and you let a shaky breath out.

“Careful buddy, you can take someone out with that thing.” Jethro teases which makes Maddox giggle.

“I don’t really like it. It’s going to stop me from being able to do my wood carvings.” He pouts.

“I think it’s a really cool cast. You can have people sign it even! And you can take a break from the wood carving, son. I’ll get you some more while you got the cast on so we can let the supplies build up.” He says.

“Okay! Uncle Tony, will you sign my cast?” He asks.

“Of course! I even so happen to have a sharpie on me!” He exclaims with a childish grin.

Your heart aches and you sit down as you watch Maddox with soft and sad eyes. Jethro was in the corner of the room, on the phone with director as he kept an eye on Maddox as well.

You look away from Maddox and at the floor when a nurse walks in. She looks at you as if you had the plague, in which Maddox notices and frowns.

“Why are you looking at my mommy that way?” He snaps.

The nurse was taken aback as you look up alarmed. You stand, walking over to the bed and reach a shaky hand out to brush his hair away from his eyes. You leave a kiss on his head.

“It’s okay, baby.” You murmur.

He looks at you confused. He was a smart child for his age. He definitely had his fathers profiling skills, that’s for sure. He looks back at the nurse, his eye narrowing as he latches onto you, hugging you tightly. Jethro was grinning in the corner as your lips part in surprise.

“Ma’am, we still have to follow protocol.” The nurse says in which your heart shatters.

“Protocol? Mommy, what’s she talking about?” He asks, looking up at you with Jethro’s blue eyes.

“It’s nothing, baby. Mommy will be back, I promise.” You murmur.

“No. I’ll be back, buddy. Mommy will stay with you.” Jethro says.

You watch confused as he leaves with the timid nurse. Tony throws an arm over your shoulder and smiles.

“Trust me, boss will handle it. Your a good mom, don’t let them tell you otherwise.” He says.

“Are they saying your a bad mommy?” Maddox asks confused.

“I-I, no…they just have to follow protocols they put in place to keep people safe.” You explain slowly.

Thankfully, Jethro was back quickly and even somehow managed to get his prescriptions whilst filling out the discharge papers. Jethro sent the team back in the work car and was going to drive you and Maddox home. Tony offered to drive Jethro’s car home, but you settled on taking Jethro to work tomorrow as you felt guilty for calling him from work early.

Maddox was asleep in the backseat, and you were focused on the building and other structures out your window. Jethro kept glancing over, sensing you weren’t okay. He grabs your hands and squeezes it gently.

“Sorry I snapped at you on the phone earlier today, hon. I don’t want you to think you can’t call me. For now on, I’ll answer immediately if I’m not out in the field.” He promises.

“Jethro, I’m not upset you didn’t answer or that you snapped at me. I know your working on a case right now.” You say softly.

“Then what has you upset?” He asks as he pulls into the driveway.

“Nothing.” You lie, getting out of the car.

“I’ll get him. You get the door opened.” He says.

You nod, heading towards the door and unlocking it. You are greeted with blood on the ground and you immediately grab your cleaning caddy from the closet and start cleaning it up. Jethro walks in, holding Maddox. He frowns seeing your shaky hands scrub at the puddle of blood.

“Hon, I got that. Let me go put him in bed and then I’ll clean that up.” He says.

“No, it’s okay. I got it. Here, you go on up and I’ll finish this up.” You say quietly.

You move just enough so he can get up the stairs. He gets to the third or fourth step before looking back down at you concerned. His eyes find your bruised wrists and his frown deepens. He turns, focusing on getting Maddox up to bed.

“Daddy.” Maddox mumbles sleepily.

“Yes, buddy?” He asks softly, tucking him in.

“Why did the doctors think mommy is a bad mommy?” He asks.

“Because they are a bunch of knuckleheads and don’t know what a good mommy you have. Don’t worry about it, buddy.” He says.

“Daddy?” He whispers as he starts to fall back to sleep.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Can mommy give me a little brother or sister?” He asks.

“I…I mean, I’ll talk to mommy and see what she wants to do, but she loves you so much. I think she’s happy with just you.” He murmurs.

Little did Maddox know, Jethro was scared to have another one. He was scared to have Maddox after what happened with Shannon and Kelly. He barely let you in and then finding out you were pregnant nearly sent him over the edge. You loved kids and you want a whole damn school bus of kids.

Maddox goes to say something, but it was little mumbles before he was softly snoring. Jethro chuckles, brushing his hair out of his forehead before leaning down and kissing his head.

He heads downstairs to see the blood cleaned up. He goes to the kitchen where he heard you. You were sweeping up the salad and broken bowl into a pan.

“What happened?” He asks, taking the dust pan to hold it.

“When I heard Maddox scream, I just dropped the bowl and ran for him.” You mumble quietly.

“Hon, go take a bath and relax. I’ll finish the clean up. I promise you that Maddox is okay.” He says.

You hesitate, but with a stern look from him, you nod slowly. You head up the stairs, starting your bath. He finishes up the floor before he cleans up what would have been dinner. He does dishes and takes the trash out before deciding to check on both Maddox and you. He checks on Maddox first to see him sleeping.

He nears the bathroom before slowing his steps as he hears your muffled crying. He walks in and sees your face buried in your knees, suds covering your bits from view.

“Hon, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asks, kneeling by the tub.

“Why am I such a bad mom?” You sob.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He asks.

“He’s hurt because of me, Jethro. Those nurses had every right to look at me like that. I’m a terrible mom. There was blood, everywhere and the bone was sticking out. His screams…gosh his screams were so loud. I didn’t even notice he cut his eyebrow until I saw the stitches.” You sob.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. He’s a kid and kids have accidents. Maddox loves to run throughout the house and we could tell him until we were blue in the face not to run in the house. He slipped and fell. It wasn’t your fault. You know how many times I got hurt as a kid? A lot. We can’t protect him from everything as much as we wish we could. Things like this will teach him why we tell him not to run in the house or why not to go outside barefoot. We can only do so much. Your an amazing mom. He knows so.” He murmurs, rubbing your back.

“I can’t even look at him. I feel terrible. It’s all my fault.” You whisper.

“It’s not your fault and you know that. He knows that and I know that. He knows your a good mom. He told me when he woke up briefly because he caught onto the way the nurses were treating you. He actually wants another siblings. He told me.” He says, sighing as he plops on the ground.

Your head flies up, your eyes wide as you look at him. You reach a hand out and grab his hand, rubbing it gently.

“You know we don’t have to. I know how scary it was when you found out I was pregnant with Maddox. I am perfectly content with Maddox and you.” You say softly.

“I think I might want another one. Maybe we’ll get a little girl this time.” He murmurs.

“Really?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah.” He says with a soft smile.

“Your such an amazing dad, Jethro. Maddox absolutely loves you. He always tells me that he wants to be an NCIS agent just like you.” You say with a soft smile.

“And your such an amazing mom. He tells me all the time. He also tells me how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you proud. Whether it be cleaning up his toys or helping with the groceries. He loves you and he idolizes you so much.” He murmurs.

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Jethro Gibbs An undercover job turns to romance

Wrd count: 4,313

Warning: adult content, knife cutting (no self harm)

Jethro Gibbs (I know nothing about the military protocols so just believe it lol)

(Y/n) P.O.V

My morning was going just like all the others. I'd wake up, eat breakfast, fill my travel mug with coffee, and go to work. However halfway through my eggs, bacon, and toast when my cell phone rings. I sigh as I place my book down, and answer.

"(L/n)." I answer.

"(Y/n) we need you to come in. We have a… well the best type hinky." I hear Abby's cheery voice.

"Okay I'll be right there." I hung up with her.

I quickly get dressed into my scrubs, pull my hair into a high ponytail. Once on the road I make a quick stop for gas, and a couple drinks for my fellow colleagues. As I walk into the NCIS building I greet security and others as I get into the elevator. I hear heavy metal music as the doors open, and it brings a smile to my face.

"Good morning, Abby." I smile at her as I place her big gulp next to her quick fingers.

"Y/n you doll." Abby gives me a big smile before she takes a sip.

"What's the big hinky?" I laugh at her excited smile.

"Well this morning Gibbs and his gang had a call to this military housing neighborhood, and found a newlywed couple completely torn apart." She informs me.

"And?" I push because I know there's more by here turning to the computer screen.

"I've already found a handful of murders that were just swept under the rug, because they didn't have any sort of evidence." She walks over to a table. "Until I figured out the weapon is both a hunter's knife, and a scalpel." She then smiles in triumph.

"It's like you're a psychic, and you just give us pieces to throw us off." I laugh with her, but it's short lived by Special Agent Gibbs walking in with a box full of evidence.

"Abby, this is for you. (Y/n) I need you upstairs." He walks back toward the door. "Thanks for getting her here, Abbs." He says just as he walks out.

I give Abby a quick look before quickly walking to the elevator. Gibbs and I stay in silence the whole way until we get to the group looking at multiple people's pictures on a screen.

"(Y/n) great." McGee says. "We need you to go on an undercover operation. I just need you to pick a male that will pass for a Marine." He runs off like I knew what he was talking about.

"Gibbs?" I look at him with a pointed look, hoping he'd fill in the spots.

"We know the killer is going after newlyweds, so you are the bride." He smirks once he's finished. "I already have an idea of who it is, but of course we need to prove I'm right. I picked you for this." He ends his speech there.

"Okay." I turn to McGee. "What do I need to do?"

The rest of the day I'm given a crash course on how the undercover business works, and once I was done with my three hours course I found out that Gibbs is going to be my husband. I returned to the gang's area, and saw Gibbs watching the others talk.

"So my dear husband, how will our wedding work, hmm? Quick courthouse, or are you just gonna throw me over your shoulder like a caveman." I joke as I sit on the corner of his desk.

"Well I was thinking the club over the head would be easier." He smirks at me when I gasp. "You asked."

"So seriously, does this start immediately today?" I ask, grabbing the file about the suspect.

"You are a free woman until tomorrow night, and then we will sign the marriage certificate. I will get my uniforms, the address we will set up, and we will begin then." He puts away his belongings, and as he stands he pulls on his coat. "Chinese or pizza?" He asks.

"Chinese." I respond as I follow behind him.

This has been a new norm for me and Gibbs for a couple months now. I was pretty bad when I had to end my engagement, because my fiance was sleeping with our neighbor. An entire five year relationship down the drain. I didn't leave the lab for two weeks before Gibbs and Abby came knocking on my door. Apparently Abby had some concerns for my sanity so she went to Gibbs, and he came straight to the lab. Ever since then he has taken me to dinner every other day, or brings me dinner in the lab.

Tonight, we sit inside a little Chinese restaurant eating in a comfortable silence. With Gibbs I've learned, to much relief, I don't have to speak unless I absolutely want to.

"How's the boat coming along?" I ask as we throw away our trash.

"Pain in the ass." He chuckles.

-next morning-

I walked into the office a little bit early with coffees, and sat at Gibb's desk until I saw DiNozzo walk in with Kate in a heated discussion.

"Oh please DiNozzo all because you think it's him doesn't mean it is." Kate rolls her eyes at him, but lights up when she sees me holding a coffee cup in the air for her.

"(Y/n) you've read the files right?" I give DiNozzo nod in response. "Okay so don't you think it's Corporal Simon. He just fits every creepy fib." He acts like he's shaking.

"All because he's creepy doesn't mean anything, DiNozzo." Gibbs says before I could open my mouth. "And you. Why are you at my desk?" He says in my direction.

I simply hold up the coffee cup.

"Aw lovely wife boss." DiNozzo gets smacked in the back of the head for that.

For the next couple of hours I'm with Abby in the lab testing blood samples, fingerprints, and retesting the little bit of evidence for the past murders. By two in the afternoon Gibbs came to the lab to collect me, and my bags to go to our new home. Once there we five the whole moving in show I'm giving direction to Gibbs and DiNozzo as they carry furniture. Inside I'm dying of laughter, because every time Gibbs gives me a side eye I know he wants to tell me something smart. We had pizza delivered and sent DiNozzo back to the office.

"How do you want the sleeping arrangements to go?" I ask as I clean up the trash.

"Well I usually fall asleep in my boat." He speaks in a voice full of normalcy.

"Gibbs! That's not good." I fuss. "You told me "you can't do things that harm your body, or we won't solve shit" and look at you breaking your body down." I continued to fuss, and didn't realize Gibbs had gotten up from the table.

"Yea. I know." His voice comes right behind me as his hand drops the fork into the sink. "Then tell me where to sleep." He looks into my eyes.

"I put bedding in both rooms, so just pick one." I nervously turn back toward the sink.

"I'll take the room closer to the living room just in case." He grabs our bags by the doors, and goes toward the rooms.

Over the next couple days Gibbs, Kate, DiNozzo, and McGee have ran around the entire Marine Base to find who's actually the murder, but since I'm the stay at home wife I'm doing home things. I've taken broken down boxes to the trash, messed in the garden in the front yard, and went grocery shopping at the grocery store on base to meet other stay at home wives. As I'm taking the groceries into the house I hear a female yell hello through the front door. I secure my gun in the waist of my pants before walking to the door. A brunette woman is standing with a big smile, and a wrap covered plate.

"I didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to say hello, and welcome you to the neighborhood." She smiles at me. "My name is Christine."

"Well that's so kind. I'd invite you inside, but the place is a complete mess." I give a smile as I take the plate.

"Oh I understand. I just wanted to drop off some sweets, and let you know if you need anything I can help. I work in the main office, so I can pull some strings." She gives me a wink.

"Well that's comforting to know." I laugh. "Thank you again, but I have to get dinner started before my husband Jethro comes home." I give a small wave as I shut the door watching her walk down the driveway.

I place the plate on the counter as I call Gibbs.

"Yes Mrs. Gibbs?" He answers.

"I was wondering when you will be back. I just met the most wonderful person." I vaguely respond.

"Be back in an hour. Everything okay?" He asks quietly.

"Yes, perfectly fine." I reassure him, and he hangs up.

Just like clockwork, an hour later Gibbs, and Kate walk through the door. I'm pulling the chicken out of the oven as Kate walks into the kitchen.

"Smells great (y/n)." She comments.

"Thank you. I love cooking." I hand her a plate, which she takes with a great smile.

"So who was this neighbor you met today?" Gibbs gets to the point as I walk to the table where they have everything set up.

"A woman named Christine. She didn't exactly say she was a neighbor, just that she worked in the main office and could pull some strings in case I needed anything, and handed me the plate of cookies there on the counter." I say pointing to the still wrapped plate. "Told her I had to get dinner ready for my new husband Jethro." As I fill him in on what else happened in my day I'm fixing both of our plates, because I realized he hasn't even looked in the kitchen direction.

"She does have access to high documents, and can cut through a lot of red tape." Gibbs informs me, and gives me a thank you nod when he takes the plate.

"Wait, can I see the witness report again?" I ask, and Kate hands it to me.

I read through the report, and found where a witness saw a brunette white woman, with long legs, short torso, and pointed face. I place the paper down as I point out the passage I read.

"This describes Christine." I inform them.

"I figured." Gibbs sighs. "We'll follow up on this in the morning. Thank you." He holds up the paper as he drinks the rest of his beer.

Once dinner is over Kate leaves. Gibbs goes to the garage, and I to the bath. I can't help but think how this is so simple for us. How we fit into the role perfectly, but I know it has to end. After I clean the rest of the kitchen I come out to find Gibbs glaring at the evidence board from the garage door. I take his empty bottle, replacing it with a new one.

"You already know who's doing this, don't you?" I lean against the table.

He leans next to me with his arms crossed.

"My gut tells me it's Christine. The evidence we have points to her office." He shakes his head.

I give him a hum in response as I stand on my feet. I can feel his eyes watching me while I walk toward my room. I do turn back at him with a soft smile before going to the door. I throw on my tank top and shorts for bed, and end up just laying there in frustration. I haven't had any sort of touch since my ex, but I can't do anything like that here with Gibbs' falcon hearing. I lay there for three hours until I've had enough, and I throw the blankets off me. I grumble under my breath as I open my bedroom door, but I quietly walk down the hall to the kitchen. I pull pb&j stuff out only for the garage door to open. I grab the large knife from the knife stand, and throw it at the door, only for it to get stuck in the doorframe.

"Whoa! It's me." Gibbs holds his hands up as he comes into the light better.

"Oh my God Jethro I'm so sorry." I run toward him, but he grabs my hand before I could grab his.

"Good throw." He keeps my hands into his one while he pulls the knife out of the wall.

"Good throw?! Gibbs, that's all you can say?" I keep freaking out.

"I thought it was Jethro." He looks into my eyes with a smirk.

He lets go of my hands to go put the knife back. He then starts making a sandwich.

"I…well..it just came out." I stumble over my words, and my face heats up.

"I think you should get used to calling me Jethro." He keeps his back to me while he speaks.

I'm too nervous to say anything, but he soon turns with two sandwiches in his hands. He holds out one to me with a paper towel wrapped around it as he takes a bite of his.

"Thank you Jethro." I smile as I take the sandwich.

We end up sitting on the counter, and Jethro telling me stories. We laugh, I joke about his military days, and he jokes about my technical "support" skills. The sun is starting to rise as my eyes become heavy.

"You should go get some sleep." He softly says.

"You're right, but so should you." I look over at him as he gets down.

"I will." He softly holds my arm as I get off the counter.

We separate into our rooms, and he is gone by the time I wake up. I stay inside for the day, and just watch movies. My phone rings as I'm stepping into the bath, and it's Jethro. I sit on the side of the tubs as I answer.

"Yes Jethro?"

"I have pizza for dinner." He simply tells me.

"That's nice." I sarcastically respond, trying not to laugh.

"I'll get you garlic bread. What is that noise?" He has the most annoying hearing.

"That is the bathtub water running." I run my foot in the hot water.

"I'll be there in an hour." He then hangs up causing me to laugh.

I'm too relaxed to hear the front door opening, but when I hear doors opening I call out for Jethro. When I don't get a response I slowly get out of the bath, wrapping my house robe on. I'm about to reach for the gun I have in my nightstand when the door is burst open. I give a scream of surprise, but I'm quickly shut up by a gun being pointed at me. Christine comes creeping into the room with a hard look in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" I keep up the act, hopefully I can stall until Jethro gets here.

"Living room, now." She demands.

I timidly walk to the living room with my hands raised, and slowly sit on the couch. I watch her look around the living room, and kitchen before she comes in front of me. She points her gun at my head as she sits on the table directly in front of me.

"So tell me how long have you and hubby been together?" She asks, sounding sweet.

"Y..year." I look confused.

"Ahhh newly newlyweds." She stood to go over to the bag she had put on the loveseat. "I was with my husband for six years before we decided to get married." She turns with rope and a knife in her hands. "We then were married for two before he was deployed. He was a Marine that was sent overseas, obviously that's all he could tell me. I was kept in the dark the whole time while my husband was tortured by terrorists." She takes her seat back on the table. "Tell me what do you think Jethro would do if you were taken."

"I…I don't know. I'd hope he'd help me." I shake from her moving the knife closer.

"Sad isn't it? Shouldn't the answer be something on the lines of "he'd burn the whole world apart" or "he'd never stop looking"?" She cuts the arms of my robe open to the elbow. "You want to know what the US military does to help their Marines?" I scream from her cutting a short cut going down my arm. "Quiet!" She shoves pieces of robe into my mouth. "Four men died because the US tried to play into the terrorists computer, instead of simply allowing the terrorists into the Union, and they would let the Marines go." She cuts another line. "They could've said they would allow it, get the Marines, and then grab the terrorists!" Her voice gets louder as she goes.

I see movement from the corner of my eye, but I keep watching Christine move the knife around. She goes to cut my arm again when the front door, garage door, and backdoor open.

"Freeze NCIS!" I hear from my three favorite people.

Jethro comes in through the backdoor, DiNozzo through the garage door, and Kate comes in the front with their guns raised. Christine looks at me in surprise as she drops the knife and gun. Jethro softly grabs my face to make me lock eyes with him.

"I'm here. Come on." He helps me stand, walk to my room while the others handcuff Christine.

I'm quiet as Jethro cleans up my wounds with the first aid kit I keep in my bag. I'm so out of it my robe opens slightly, and I didn't realize until Jethro closed it more. He gives a deep sigh as he cleans up the trash.

"Thank you Jethro." I timidly tell him as he goes to walk out.

He turns back, and kisses me hard with a hand on my cheek, his other on my thigh. I grip his shirt in my hands as I kiss him back. We pull apart after a moment, and rest our heads against each other.

That night my nerves were level, and everythings calmed down. I start packing up, and put the bags in the garage for the guys to load up. Tomorrow the movers will come for the rest.

"Ready." Jethro walks up to me, grabbing my bag.

"Yes. I checked everywhere to make sure nothing was left." I tell him as we walk to his car.

"Tomorrow morning we need to meet at the director's office." He informs me, once we are on the road.

He helps me carry my bags into my apartment, and shuts the door. I softly smile at him as he walks toward me. I rest my hands on his shoulders as his hand rests on my waist. He kisses me deeply as he pulls me to his chest. I melt against him, having my fingers run along his shaved hair. I gasp when we pull back, but his warm hands moving up my back makes me softly moan.

"Room." He orders.

"Yes sir." I give him a sly smile as I walk him toward my room.

I hear him chuckle as he follows me, but once to the door he pulls me in from my waist. I throw my shirt off so I can feel his hands again. While he works on the buttons of my pants he gives me soft kisses to my neck. I lean my head against his shoulder just melting against him. The feeling of being protected feels so much more different, but amazing. He flattens his hands to slide my pants down, and he lets me walk out of them. I turn to him, locking eyes with him as I lay on my bed.

"You sure about this?" He asks me while untucking his shirt.

"I'm more than sure." I give him a straight answer.

Once he gets down to his boxers he crawls over me with a dark look in his eyes. I put my hands on his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss. His skillful hands unhook my bra, making me throw it behind him. I move my hand along his shoulders while he kisses along my neck to my chest.

"Jethro." I moan softly when his lips wrap around my nipple.

He wraps his arm around my lower back pulling me closer, biting lightly on my nipple. His other hand moves my underwear down, but once he got to my thigh, he had pulled back to snatch them off my ankles. My legs open back up for him to lay comfortably in between them. He looks me in the eyes as he slides his boxers off. My knees rest on his hips, relaxing into the bed, feeling him rub against my entrance. Him slowly entering me makes a shiver take over my body, but Jethro deeply groans. His hand grips my thigh in a tight grip, causing it to rise higher.

"(Y/n)." He rests his head on my shoulder.

"Please move Jethro." I whine.

He starts to move back some only to piston back inside. My body arches up to his chest, and my throat closes on the scream that wants to leave. All I could do was grip his bicep, lock my ankles together, and enjoy the feeling of him stretching me. The feeling of his hands, his deep harsh movements, and the tightening feeling in my stomach. I start to lose my mind.

"Let go for me." He groans in my ear before he kisses my neck.

He kisses me as he goes harder making it very difficult to let my moans out, but I just hold onto his back as he just lets go. With a deep groan and final thrust Jethro and I finish together with a loud moan from me. He lays next to me with an arm under my head as we catch our breath.

"Wow." I breathed out.

He chuckles, turning over, and grips my lips with his forefinger and thumb. I giggle as we kiss a lot more softly now. We lay together for a while before finally getting in the shower. I did think Jethro was going to leave, however when I went back to lay down he joined me. I slept amazing with his warmth next to me whenever I would turn.

When I wake up I see a hand placing a coffee mug on my nightstand, and a hand rubbing along my side.

"You got to wake up. We still have to work." He talks quietly in my ear.

"Thank you." I smile as I reach for the mug.

"You are quite welcome." He chuckles as he grabs his clothes.

"Jethro!" I giggle at his joke, placing my hand over my eye.

"I'll see you at the office. I have to change." He says as he throws his clothes on.

Once he leaves I finish my coffee, get dressed, and try to keep the smile off my face as I walk into the office.

"Well what made you so smiley this morning?" Abby asks as I walk into the lab, and pull on my lab coat.

"I'm just glad to have my bed back." Is all I tell her.

"Is that so?" I hear behind me.

I turned to a smirking Jethro holding a cardboard cup holder with two coffees, and in his hand was a big gulp for Abby.

"Jet…Gibbs." I exclaim almost messing up.

"Morning Abs." He hands her the drink, and walks back to me.

"(Y/n)." He hands me a coffee. "Director needs us." He leans me with a hand on my lower back to the elevator.

"I'm sorry I didn't know if you were okay with me saying anything, or if…" I'm stopped by him stepping closer to me.

He kisses me softly like he's been doing so for his whole life. I'm just about to relax into him when the elevator opens, and there stands Kate and McGee. They are shocked when they finally realize what they just saw. I step out of the elevator, quickly getting to the director's office. I stop at his door, and wait for Jethro. Jethro walks up the hall with purpose, and goes right into the office.

"Alright let's get you two divorced." Director Morrow places the papers in front of Jethro.

"What if we don't sign?" Jethro asks so nonchalantly.

Director Morrow looks lost as he turns his attention to me, then back to Jethro. I'm just frozen from shock.

"I'll let you two talk." Vance leaves quickly, and once he's gone Jethro turns to me.

"What are you doing Jethro?" I timidly ask.

"Well I was thinking how easy it was for us to be together this week." He starts. "We don't have to sign just yet. Let's give it some time, and then if you want we can sign these papers." He lifts them as he speaks.

"So you're making me number three?" I sass.

He shrugs as he throws the papers back on the director's desk. The rest of the day DiNozzo gave Jethro so much crap about how he didn't get to throw a bachelor party. I also got an ear full from Abby about how I should get a big dress. Kate was like an older sister asking me if being married is what I wanted. Her being Catholic marriage is a big thing, but after telling her how I felt, she understood.

#x reader #x reader smut #smut #fandom #reader x oc #reader #romance #ncis gibbs #jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncisedit #ncis fandom #ncis smut #ncis x reader #ncis team #ncis #gibbs smut #fanfic #fanfictions #disabledcreator #disabled writer #tv shows

[sarcasticsweetlara]

In Ephemera NCIS 17x16 Palmer gives the guys letters written by Dinozzo Sr.

Palmer says Sr. is grateful they helped bring Ziva back and that the entire family is okay.

Even if it was off-screen I loved they got their happy ending

#ncis #ncis ziva #ncis tony #ncis team #anthony dinozzo #ziva david #anthony dinozzo sr #tiva #tony and ziva #tony x ziva #ziva and tony #ziva x tony

[ellena-asg]

Touch of death (h50 2x21 & NCIS LA 3x21 crossover episodes) and... Three times when Danny Williams felt like a suspect 😉

I. Steve is in Japan, Danny is in Steve's house, Chin comes and...

Don't look at Danny like that, Chin. And please, don't be too curious. Leave it, man. You just have to believe that he has a... a... um... a key. Cause he was crashing there, you know. And don't even try to ask what Danny means by "crashing" (there with Steve).

Danny: *Phew! He changed the topic, good. My alibi is strong*

Chin: *chuckling mentally*

II. Danny is calling Sam Hanna, he needs his help so he says "I'm detective Danny Williams from Five-0 blah blah blah" and then...

A friend of mine. A colleague. A Seal/cop guy who works with me in the same team. Non-stranger. Fellow human being... You know, um, McGarrett...

aka: What to call Steve so Sam won't think that Danny is head over heels in love with Steve.

Danny: *Phew! Good that I added "a colleague" word*

Sam: *trying not to laugh maniacally* *oh yeah, detective Williams, I know McGarrett but I didn't know that he's got a boyfriend* *winking mentally*

III. The Five-O/NCIS case is solved. Danny, Chin and NCIS team are at NCIS' HQ. They're joking and talking, they need some beer and shower blah blah blah. And then there's... this:

No, uh... You know, we left Kono there. She's alone. She can't fight with all Hawaiian crime alone, right? And Monkey misses me and um...

Danny: *Phew! My alibis are the best*

NCIS team: *Geez, it must be a Very Hot Date* *chuckling mentally*

Chin, also mentally: *Hot date? Not yet! But he desperately needs to be in Hawaii as soon as possible. Cause, you know guys, his future(?) boyfriend Steve McGarrett is in Japan and Danny needs to be in Hawaii to wait for him! And you know, there is a lady, Catherine, she, huh, she's often around Danny's boyfriend when Danny isn't there so you know... DANNY REALLY NEEDS TO COME BACK*

#h50 #McDanno #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #ncis la #chin ho kelly #sam hanna #ncis team #the lines in the photos are from the scripts #touch of death #crossover episodes #h50 2x21 #ncis la 3x21 #I love this crossover #Danny is such a dork there #dork in love #and he's so funny with Hetty #and he misses Steve SO BADLY hah #no shit Danny - everybody knows #everybody feels McDanno #everybody in Hawaii #and even everybody in Los Angeles #h50 crack #episodes analysis

[navalcriminalimagines]

Unlucky - Chapter 3

I'm baaaackkkk!!! <3 I hope you're still loving this series!

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…)

Words count: 2.4k

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Tags: @duckysmith3000 @sitkafay @thebaileybugle @katieslotherford @ilovemark1951

Once you got to your sister’s apartment, you rushed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. You stayed under the hot water for longer than anticipated, but you needed to relax and regain control of your feelings and emotions. You joined Emily in the living room almost an hour later; she was on the couch, cuddling Sergio - who didn’t care that you were there - and watching some cooking show. “You know that there’s something called greetings? You should try sometimes, especially with your host.” 

“I needed a shower, sue me.” You shot back, looking in the kitchen if there was something to eat. 

“Someone’s in a bad mood - look in the fridge you idiot.” 

You did and found a full plate of pasta. “Rossi’s recipe.” She told you. 

You warmed up the food and joined Emily on the couch. You started to eat under her stare. “What?” You asked with a mouthful.

“What’s wrong? Is it about your case?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” You lied.

“Y/N/N, not only I’m your sister, but I’m a profiler. Speak.” Sergio was purring on Emily’s lap, and she kissed the top of his head. 

“Just leave me alone, will you?”

“It’s this job, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about? I love my job.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t have stayed three years if I didn’t. Where does this come from?” You were getting annoyed with this conversation. 

“Nowhere. It’s just that I—nevermind.” Sighing, your sister stood up to get herself a drink. 

“No, speak Prentiss.”

“Don’t Prentiss me, Prentiss.”

“What’s your problem with my job? It’s basically the same as yours!”

“Which is exactly the problem.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Fine. You want to know? I don’t think you’re made to be a federal agent.”

“Excuse me?” Your appetite disappeared and you pushed your plate away. You couldn’t deny that Rossi’s pasta recipe was amazing, but your stomach was knotting on itself.

“This job is a lot. Investigating crimes for a living is tough. Thank god you’re not chasing serial killers like I am, but it doesn’t mean that it’s a cruise ship for you either.”

“Are you saying that I don’t have what it takes to be a fed? That I’m too—weak?”

“No, not too weak, Y/N. But I’m scared for you okay! I’m scared because I haven’t seen your sparkles in years. I’m scared that something will happen to you. And it’s been like this since you joined the Navy. You have no idea what it's like to know that your little sister is at war, in the most dangerous places in the world and not knowing if she’ll come back.” Emily finished her glass of wine in one swallow. She has been holding this for such a long time, and even though she knew you didn’t like hearing it, it was nice to let it out.

“I’m not a little fragile thing, Emily. I loved my time in the Navy and I love working for NCIS. Can’t you just be happy for me?”

“Considering how you walked in tonight and the look on your face, it’s hard to think that you’re happy yourself.”

“I’m not happy, okay? But it has nothing to do with my job.”

It took a moment for Emily to understand. “Please, tell me it’s not that Tony guy.”

“Ew, no! Never.” No offense to Tony, but just no. You could never be with someone like him, no matter how hot he was.

“Thank god.” She breathed out. “Who is it then? Do I need to shoot the guy?”

You chuckled softly. “No, it’s okay. I think me and him need to make things clear,”

“Because you’re not on the same page?”

“We were at first, but not anymore.”

“I see. Did you fall or did he?”

There was no way you’d answer this question. But this was your sister Emily in front of you. Not giving her an answer was an answer itself. 

Grabbing your plate, you put it back in the fridge - you couldn’t throw this dish away. You tried to pet Sergio for a moment, but the cat ran back immediately to its owner. “Dick!” you growled. 

“Hey! Don’t insult your nephew.” 

“Oh dear god,” You rolled your eyes but smiled. You grabbed your bag, kissed your sister good night and got to the bedroom. 

You settled on the bed with your laptop and files lying in front of you, but you couldn’t really concentrate. It was only when you looked down that you realized you were wearing one of Gibbs’s Navy t-shirts. Still mad at his reaction back in the car, you stood up and took the shirt off in order to put another one. 

“What in the world are those scars, Y/N?!?” you heard your sister exclaiming behind you. You quickly put the shirt back on and sat back on the bed.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Are you kidding me right now? You have several enormous scars on your fucking back!” Emily was screaming, probably waking up the entire neighborhood. “When? How? Why?! Fucking talk to me, Prentiss!” 

“My body, none of your business.” You knew it was a stupid thing to say but it was all you could come up at this moment.

“None of my– are you fucking serious? Tell me what the hell happened to you!” Emily’s face was crimson. Not only was she pissed, but also worried and scared. You knew where it came from, you understood her, but you couldn’t talk about it. Your therapist had been the only person you talked to.

“Just leave me alone, Em. Please,” You didn’t want to beg, but what else could you do?

“No! I won’t, I can’t! Not after what I saw.”

Then there was only one solution left. You packed your stuff quickly and ran past Emily to leave. She obviously tried to stop you, but you fought back. “I’m not talking about my scars, Emily! Just deal with it!” 

Seeing the tears in your eyes, Emily decided to let it go for that night. But there was no way she would let you go back to DC without knowing what happened to you.

Not knowing if you could go back to the BAU’s office in the middle of the night, you stayed in your car for a few hours. Your brain didn’t want to shut up, you were spiraling and thinking about so many things at the time. Gibbs, your scars, the case, your past. You weren’t happy and you knew it, but you didn’t know what to do to change that.

Around 6am, you decided to go to the office anyway. You’d figured out a way to get in, and it was easier than you expected since you ran into Hotch in the parking lot. “Someone’s an early bird,” he smiled at you. “Did you sleep well?” 

“Did you?” 

Hotch chuckled at that, because you had a point. You started to walk together towards the entrance, “Are there showers I can use in here?” you asked.

“Um, they are down at the gym, but you need an ID.” Hotch thought for a second. “Let me walk you there and use mine.” 

You got into the elevator with him and he pressed the button for the gym floor. “Thank you Hotch.” You smiled. “Now that we’re heading to the gym, do you think I can train for a bit?”

“Yeah sure. Do you train a lot?”

“Whenever I can. I blame my time in the Navy,” 

“I should probably train more, but sometimes it’s hard to motivate myself.” 

“Do it with me this morning, then.” 

It was only when you heard Hotch coughing that you understood the double meaning of your sentence. “Oh come on, Hotch.” you chuckled and tried to hide the redness forming on your cheeks. 

“What? I just coughed.”

“Sure.”

You finally reached the gym, and asked him for the locker room. You quickly changed and joined Hotch next to the ring and punching balls. He was wearing some shorts and a dark tank top. You couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Aaron Hotchner was a really fine looking man, even more when he wasn’t in his strict work suit. 

“Do you know how to fight, Agent Hotchner?” you teased him.

“I do.”

You jumped on the ring, and sat on the second rope, inviting him in. He rolled his eyes and chuckled but got in anyway. “No gloves?” he asked.

As an answer, you rushed to him and brought him down in a matter of seconds. You stood tall on top of him, “No gloves.” 

A few seconds later, it was your turn to get down on your back as Hotch returned the situation. You let out a small yelp from the surprise, and the FBI agent had a huge grin on his face. He had your hands pinned above your head, holding your wrists firmly. But it was easy for you to get out of this position; you gave him a gentle kick, before forcing on your hips. Hotch got on his back again and you were on top of him, holding his hands above his head. Neither of you said anything, just realizing the position you were in. Hotch was extremely handsome under you, his hair falling back, his muscled shoulders practically bare. “I’m gonna be late,” he said, as you were leaning down, slowly approaching your lips to his. 

“You’re right,” you cleared your throat and freed him. He had stopped you before you made a mistake and that was for the best. Even though you and Gibbs weren’t clearly dating, you were apparently exclusive and you couldn’t do this to him. Plus, Hotch was your sister’s boss. 

You stood up and helped him get back on his feet. The atmosphere was strange, and you felt uncomfortable. “Showers are over there,” he pointed, before leaving the ring. “Can I ask you something?” he turned around, looking up to you. You nodded, “What did you fight about with Emily?” 

You sighed, leaning over the ropes. “She saw something she shouldn’t have.”

“Like what?” He pressed his hands on the edge of the ring.

“My scars,” you blurred out, not sure why. You didn’t want to talk about it, you never did. So why did you say it to Hotch? Just like Emily, he probably wouldn’t let it go. 

“Scars? What scars?” 

“Uh, nothing. Not important.” 

“Was important enough to make your sister flip out.” 

“Just drop it, Hotch. Please.” You sat down on the edge, the ropes separating you and Hotch. His hands were still firmly pressed on the mat, he didn’t move a finger when your legs got between his arms. “How are you?” you asked, forcing him to drop the subject. “Are you okay with–not having your ring?” 

Of course he knew what you were doing and he chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m fine. My finger feels lonely but it’s okay.” 

“Who cares about your finger? Do you feel lonely?”

Hotch just stared at you, not saying a word. His silence was saying everything you needed to know.

“Once we wrap this case, I’m going out for drinks with your team.” you informed him, crawling under the bottom rope to get down the ring. “You should join!” 

“Maybe I will, if we’re not required somewhere.” Right. You forgot about that. For all you knew, Hotch, your sister and their team could be gone by the end of the day. You kissed his cheek, thanking him for training - well, if that could be called training - and you were off to the showers. 

When you got to the conference room your team was using, Gibbs and McGee were already there. You high five with your friend like every morning and give the smallest nod to your boss. He looked well rested, and he smiled at you like last night didn’t happen. But you were still pretty mad at him and his assumptions. 

Tony and Ziva arrived shortly after and you all focused on your case, spending the entire morning trying to find a solid lead. You forced yourself to block Gibbs, telling yourself that he was just your boss, maybe your friend, but nothing more. 

“Morning Prentiss! Where’s the other Prentiss?” Derek Morgan walked into the bullpen, coffee in hand. 

“Wow, all you care about is meeting Emily’s young sister now? We do exist, remember?” Garcia teased her friend.

“How could I forget, babygirl?” He kissed her temple. “But I’m curious.”

“We haven’t seen her yet,” JJ joined the conversation. “Her team had been locked up in the conference room before we arrived,” 

“Workaholics, like us.” Spencer said. 

“What’s their case about?” 

Emily told them what she knew about the NCIS case, before they all settled at their desk, doing the boring paperwork. But the entire morning was about the NCIS team being here and you. The BAU kept asking Emily all kinds of questions about you, how you were, why she never told them about you. She put a smile on her face, and answered her friends, but all she could think about was the scars she saw on your back. 

When she could, she joined Garcia in the office, locking the door behind her. “Em?”

“Penelope Garcia, I need your talents.” She grabbed a chair and sat next to her friend, “Your talents to do things you are not supposed to.”

“What’s going on?”

“I need you to take a look in an NCIS file.”

Garcia sighed at her friend's request. “Can’t you ask your sister what their case is exactly?”

“I don’t give a shit about their case. I want you to access my sister’s file.”

“Her file? Why? Is the woman inside the conference room not your sister?” Garcia teased her friend.

“Garcia, I’d laugh but this is very important. Please?”

“Fine, is there something in particular you wanna see?”

“I wanna know exactly why she stopped being a Marine and decided to be a Federal Agent. So, look at something that happened about three years ago.” 

Garcia made sure that her door was locked and dived in. Being the hacking genius she was, it didn’t take long for Garcia to find what Emily was looking for. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Emily asked, looking at the computer screen.

“I think it means your sister was–held hostage and tortured. The NCIS team were the ones that found her.” 

Emily Prentiss felt like she was about to faint.

#ncis #criminal minds #ncis imagine #ncis x criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #ncis reader insert #jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #gibbs x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #ncis team #bau team

[therealalexhenry]

celebrating july 4 with the team

happy independence day :)

it was actually your idea to celebrate the fourth of july, and the team immediately jumped on the idea. so you all started sorting out details of who was bringing what and where you would be celebrating

your house had a pretty decent sized backyard, so you all agreed to hang out there. tim was in charge of snacks, tony had the drinks, ziva and abby would be helping with decorations. ducky even agreed to bring the fireworks

for the next few days, it was all the team could talk about. admittedly, it might’ve gotten on gibbs’ nerves a bit- a lot. but you were excited, so you couldn’t help it

the day finally came, ziva and abby came by earlier to help you set up. there were string lights and flag decorations all over your backyard, and even some inside. you also brought out a table to put food and drinks on, for when tim and tony arrived

one by one everyone started arriving, tim first followed by tony. ducky and jimmy shortly after. all that was missing was your boss, although you knew these kinds of things weren’t really his thing so you weren’t expecting him to show up

you were all laughing and talking, enjoying the evening with your friends. you were glad you thought of this, and everyone else agreed

once you could hear fireworks starting to go off, you all made your way to the front of your house. you didn’t want anything in your backyard to accidentally catch on fire, and decided it’d be better to do it from the sidewalk

you, jimmy and abby were messing around with little bang snaps while the rest of them set off the bigger fireworks. you got distracted by it every time, giving jimmy and abby the chance to get you with the snaps

as you were all enjoying your night, gibbs finally showed up, although you didn’t notice at first. you threw a snap without looking where you had aimed, and it landed right at the feet of your boss, making you freeze instantly and look up at him

he just gave a slight smile and went to stand by the rest of you, watching the fireworks with ducky and occasionally setting one off himself

you stayed out there for hours, and eventually one by one they all started going home. at the end it was just you and gibbs, so you made your way to your backyard and he helped you clean up and get everything inside

it was late, so you offered he take your bed to sleep. he refused, however, and insisted he take the couch. after a bit of back and forth you finally gave in, and in your tired state you told him he could join you if he wanted as you made your way upstairs towards your bedroom

gibbs stayed on the couch the whole night, and the next morning when you made your way downstairs you were hit with the smell of coffee and breakfast. when you went to investigate, you saw gibbs standing by the stove, cooking away

you were too tired to say anything so you just went to sit down at the table while you waited for him to finish up

it was a bit of an awkward conversation at work when the team had seen you and gibbs show up at the same time, but they begrudgingly believed you when you claim nothing happened and you all went on with your day, although some of you were still hungover from the night before

#ncis #ncis team #jethro gibbs #tony dinozzo #tim mcgee #ziva david #abby sciuto #jimmy palmer #ducky mallard #fourth of july

[ncis-fanvids]

NCIS - Blast from the Past - Kibbs - Kate x Gibbs - Hurricane - 30 Seconds to Mars

I had made this video almost a decade ago after I had binged NCIS for the first time. I recently dug it up and thought I might as well share it. It’s an “ecranisation” of a fanfic called “Blast from the Past”.

If you like it, feel free to reblog and / or comment ;-)

#ncis #ncis fanfiction #ncisfanvideo #kibbs #kate x gibbs #blast from the past #ncis amv #kate todd #jethro gibbs #ncis team

[lizzyk137]

#ncis #ncis fandom #ncis gibbs #criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #gibbs x reader #ncis imagine #spencer reid #jethro gibbs #reid #mcgee x reader #tim mcgee #ncis team #ncis McGee #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid scenarios #spencer x reader #spencer reid imagine #dr spencer reid #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch hotchner #ssa hotchner #jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs #hotch #mcgee #ncis x criminal minds #ncis crossover #criminal minds crossover

[canenotabeltofunction]

Ellie Bishop and Abby Scuito are both autistic and you can’t tell me otherwise. Thanks.

#ellie bishop #eleanor bishop #abby scuito #ncis fandom #ncis #ncis team

[ditzydisaster13]

Dizzy Decisions for DiNozzo

Each chapter will be formally summarized through a repeat of the title and a series of tags.

Any OCs will be mentioned prior to the story, and my personal comments will look like this:

«Hey», and timeskips will be written " NCISNCISNCIS ", finally summations of the chapter and the actual will be separated by a line like this

the rest of the information for the chapter will be listed below,

[Falling on my 6: NCIS, slight angst, Anthony Dinozzo, Tony, Tony comes out, coming out, kind Palmer, Palmer already knew, NCIS team, team finds out, Gibbs is super chill, scared to come out, about season 5, bi, bisexual character, bisexual Tony, mentions of past relationships, headcanon where Tony likes the secondary colours/ purple is his favorite colour, Ziva is weirdly proud, more]

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Life is like a carousel, where you just go around in circles of the same old thing every day all the while riding on the horse named expectations and just watching the people on the outside who are also waiting and watching. And you can't help but wonder if your stuck on this ride without escape and that this is truely your fate, or it's the actual maddens of life is the park the ride is placed in but your stuck in one place just waiting to walk down those stairs.

Tony Dinozzo often felt this way. Hoping he could change his ticket for a different outcome. But sometimes he's able to recognize that maybe it's him who keeps feeding the damned machine with coins and that he's the problem of his problems. The stem of the plant and the root of the tree. The stupid thing that keeps it turning. Life is a pattern of circles. Dizzying circles. And after last week, he's absolutely ready for a change of at least the horse he views the rest of the park from.

After last week, another messy break up of his love life, which typically consists of one night stands and sec because he apparently has loyalty and commitment issues, Tony was thrown into feelings of sadness. Not exactly depressed, but dissatisfied and disappointed.

Tony had been well aware of his issues when it came to maintaining relationships for a while.

It's not like he wanted to get scared. But his childhood was pretty flippant in regards to loyalty and romance.

Gibbs was aware that Tony wasn't close with his father. Not since the man cheated on his wife, or Tony's mother, and not since his mother died so his scared of loving a younger human being father remarried about 4 times with many girlfriends in between. And half as many dates with the women he married. Always married not long after meeting. And certainly not after his father sent him away to boarding school until high school age. Anthony paid for most of his life anyways. In cash, or with a system of rewards and punishments. Reminders and patterns. He paid, never mattered how, but he paid.

The days following that one event had and have felt more exhausting than the last. Until yesterday. He was somehow over it earlier than usual. Now, that could just be because of his better loyalty to the job; he often worked overtime just so he could be alone in a familiar place, if alone at all. And the others knew he stayed back sometimes. But only Ziva really had a guess as to why he stayed so long. Not that she never teased him for it. But those were elevator conversations anyways.

That morning, he got into work early. Only because he woke up early. He had barely slept. But he woke up around 3 in the morning, after only having fallen asleep at midnight, and felt weirdly refreshed. It took him all of an hour to shower. Shaving and cleansing himself. Breakups left him unkeen towards hygiene. So he was in need of a shave, and one of the haircuts he typically gives himself. He watched it all swirl down the drain.

The shower continued. He had removed all the scruff from his face and then used the small mirror that was suction cupped to the slipper enclosed walls of his shower to snip away at the tallest hairs on his head. Using scissor and comb that were kept in a small cup next to the mirror. Combing upwards before a cut around the sides of his head, and cutting closer to the comb closer to his ears. He had multiple mirrors for a reason; not just because he’s vain, never really was, but also because he needs to see the back of his own head.

Finishing up with washing and scrubbing and removing everything else that made him feel gross, he stepped out of the warm downpour and patted himself dry. The shower was off now, and he needed to pick out his clothes. He quickly dressed in a pair of formal-ish jeans, a purple turtleneck, and a large black jacket that matched his jeans. He whipped out the pair of dark grey converse he had purchased with his formal lover, a sad reminder of some of the fun things he allowed himself to do. Hopefully wearing his favorite colour would help.

Purple typically helped when he was in one of his moods anyways.

Things would go up and down and spin him around and around till he back on the carousel and ready to puke. But today, as he walked into the office, he had a decision to make. He skipped out on breakfast cause he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach the food. Instead opting for a highly caffeinated drink. Just so he wouldn't pass out and piss off Gibbs.

He walked out of the elevator earlier than normal. Having finished his morning routine in a record time, even with some added minutes for extra hair removal, and skipping out on reruns of the movies that were always on in the morning. Somehow, he just knew that getting some work done before even the boss was there, would be helpful. Tony was starting to understand why his boss, Gibbs, practically survived off of coffee.

Tony's stomach was still doing somersaults, and his breathing threatened to hitch. He made it into work just after 4 am. And it was nearing 8am. It was also a Sunday, so they didn't always have work. But when they did, it was case file after case file and forever. Sundays did however allow coming in as late as 9am, and earlier leave at 2pm. As long as there wasn't a case. Tony prayed there wasn't going to be one. Otherwise his whole plan would be ruined.

Gibbs had walked in about five minutes ago without so much as a word to the agent already in the office. Gibbs had his own coffee a couple of inches in front of him as he stared at something on his computer. Tony decided to go back to looking at the screen that was on his own desk. Referring to emails, and past notes he had entered down into the computer. From his brain to the fingers that typed, it was always nice to see the words he thought appearing on a screen in front of him.

He very well might have just stayed in bed. Another day with little sleep and no taking care of himself. But work always managed to inspire him in some of the weirdest ways. Sometimes good, sometimes bad; but typically just weird. He was excited being the first one on Gibbs "golden team" to be in the office. It was bizarrely refreshing.

Ziva walked in next. Tony figured the only person who had possibly beaten him to the NCIS building would've been ducky. That's typically how it works. But the director advised him some extra sleep on Sundays. He wasn't even permitted in the building before 6am. Tony had made his own way into the building before then, thankful the director seemingly hadn't caught onto him just yet. Ziva seemed just barely surprised at the Anthony DiNozzo junior already being sat behind his desk. Tony knew she was genuinely surprised. But she didn't express much emotion anyways.

Tony knew Ziva could tell he hadn't slept behind his desk. They had done it sometimes as a team. And occasionally one would head in early. Or just stay really late. And wake up in the same clothes they technically dressed in the day before. She appeared surprised and confused; Tony thankful for his ability to read faces.

Even Gibbs. Which was an accomplishment in itself. He knew a few things about Gibbs that Gibbs had no idea he even knew. Tony took a chance and made a move to glance over at Gibbs, but his attention was corrected and directed in the general area of the elevator.

Ducky was getting off. Huh. So DiNozzo was right. Damn. His stomach decided to do a double jump when he saw McGee getting off of the lift alongside Dr Mallard. Even following the M.E. and continuing whatever conversation they had going on before. It looked like this time, one, or both, of them was going to speak up about Tony's early arrival.

"Wow, uh, Tony," McGee started with an audible swallow. "You're in early."

"Couldn't sleep provide. So I decided to come into the office." Gibbs seemed to perk up at that. So did Ziva and Ducky. Abby was most likely at the office by now, but in her lab. And Palmer would arrive any minute.

"DiNozzo. How much sleep did you get?"

Started the boss. DiNozzo slumped a little in his seat. He was getting restless. Eying his own coffee, he glanced over the cup at Gibbs, and Gibbs seemed to have noticed the coffee.

"A few hours boss. Nothing terrible." Palmer had popped out of the elevator by now. He gave the group a wave. Tony gave him a smile, but didn't return the wave. Gibbs would be on his ass if he strayed too long.

"Let me rephrase my question. What time did you go to sleep?"

"Midnight. Tony shrugged. That wasn't bad.

He's done it before. And the barely sleep with cases piling up anyways.

Gibbs sighed. "And what time did you wake up?" Abby had appeared out of nowhere, and Tony felt way too many pairs of eyes on him.

"Like- three? I think?"

Why did gibbs care now?

"One more question Tony. How long have you been here?"

"A few hours. I got here like 4. And I've really only left for more coffee or bathroom breaks."

"Damnit DiNozzo! You've been looking like hell all week. Depressed even. And not to mention today was originally scheduled as our day off. " Gibbs gave the impression that he was upset.

And he was. Tony took the chance to chug the last of the coffee he had in his cup. He was on the last few drops when Abby stole it from him. So that was why. He apparently looked bad. Or something. For the whole week. Was he really in that bad of a shape?...

"I'm fine, guys. I just-" Palmer decided to cut into the conversation with a heavy walk and an accusatory point.

"No you're not! You're wearing purple!"

Ziva looked confused. "What does him wearing purple have to do with anything?" Everyone else seemed to have the same question. Jimmy looked almost upset.

"You guys have been friends with Tony longer than I have! So why am I'm the only one who seems to know that his favorite colour is purple?!" He was met with only silence. "Wow.

Okay- um. How many times have you seen him wear purple?" another round of silence, mixed with glances between ziva ducky and McGee.

Gibbs was still staring at Tony. "So not often I'm guessing. Okay, cool. Purple is Tony's favorite colour. And his happy one. Something has recently happened in the past week that has him upset, and depressed even as you say Gibbs, and now he's trying to make himself feel better so he's wearing purple."

Palmer took a breath. The others didn't seem to care all that much so he was gonna try and take up upon himself to not only figure out what was wrong, but also a better way to help his friend.

James looked for any physical sign he could find. He didn't need to make Tony give him a clue just yet. The purple meant that DiNozzo had been upset, likely by an event. Work events don't typically trigger purple. Not unless it has to do with people. Oh no. Jimmy had a guess now. He decided to search Tony's eyes for anything that could tell him he was right. But he begged he was wrong. If the two had broken up-

Anthony seemed to have caught on to what Palmer was thinking. He gave the younger man a nod followed by tapping his middle finger with the index finger of the same hand. A motion the two of them have assigned to betrayal. Specifically by a person. It basically meant they got screwed over. And there was his confirmation. Oh, poor Tony…

Jimmy knew that DiNozzo wasn't out to the team yet. Or most of the team. There were those that teased without looking deeper, and those that might have already guessed. Palmer himself had found out on accident. Jimmy and his current girlfriend had run into DiNozzo on a date in the same restaurant. In a date with a man. Tony seemed sorta scared. But Jimmy just shook the other man's hand who he was a moment later introduced to as Ethan McClyde. He was a decent looking man with a skinny yet broad frame, chunky glasses, an undercut with longer hair on the top, slight bangs, and a new-York accent that Jimmy could tell was fading away. The man had most likely moved states.

Tony seemed shocked at the acceptance from the autopsy gremlin. But he was faced with a look from Jimmy that told him the younger boy already knew. Or already guessed. Anthony prayed he wasn't that obvious. But then again... it takes one to know one.

Tony snapped his neck to once more look at Palmer with a shocked expression. Jimmy gave him some darting eves and a sharp nod. But the smile on his face only remained gentle. Tony figured out the man was in some sort of questioning of his own sexuality. The two of them left with parting words of work and talking later. And they each went back to their own separate dates.

Ever since then, which had been almost a month by now, the two had had a closer friendship, one with less teasing, and more full actual conversations. It was nice. Each of them having a person to talk to about relationships and sexuality. Jimmy recalled the past week had been super quiet on Tony's part. He now understood why.

"Anthony," Dr Mallard broke in, "we should like to help you, but there is no way we can if we do not know what is upsetting you my dear boy." Tony squinted at Jimmy. Ducky seemed aweful calm and Tony was spectating whether Palmer had said anything to the good doctor or not. But the younger man wouldn't go against his trust.

Tony knew that much was true.

"I know.." Tony sighed. "But I also have know idea how to say it. I mean-" he rubbed at his forehead, " I could just come right out and say it- but I'm honestly scared."

"Doesn't matter DiNozzo," Gibbs started.

"We've asked you what's wrong, and I want an answer. It not gonna change much of anything if at all DiNozzo. Now, tell us."

Tony looked over to Jimmy. Jimmy Palmer only shrugged with the short reply "Well, they did ask." The quip ended in a shrug. And a sigh escapes from Tony once again.

He was terrified. He wasn't even sure if he would be welcomed at work anymore. "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" exists for a reason. When he worked for the Baltimore Police, the same rule stood. But it was put way more into effect when he was working with specific military personnel and peoples who protected navy lives. It made the whole secret way more personal. And much more difficult to tell.

His stomach was like a roller coaster doing loops and twisting upside down inside of him. He was sure he wasn't breathing normally and that he was actually not breathing at all. It felt like he was holding his breath anyways. He knew he was probably sweating too. He felt his own eyes looking in every direction besides his team. It was scary. And he had no plan anymore.

He felt like he was ready puke. He was going to choke on his words. And maybe throw up a little too in the process. The nausea crawling up this throat preventing him from even saying anything anyways. It was clear his body didn't wanna come out to the others. He felt screwed. over. His eyes were looking anywhere but his team. He was sure he looked pale by now. Ziva was giving him a disgusted look. He might as well have turned green in her eyes.

It was exhausting being so nervous. But every time he tried to speak he felt dizzy like he was back on that carousel. Around and around in loop after loop after loop. And every time he passed those faces he felt like puking again. He couldn't face his team. Not just yet. He needed to excuse himself. Or he might just have a panic attack. Anthony nearly fell out of his chair when he tried to get up. Jimmy helped him. And also prevented what could have been a nasty concussion from hitting his head on his desk.

It was a nosedive of nerves. A tumble of terror. A falling of fear. An Ariel dive of anxiety and death. Like it was all walking over his back and keeping his chest on the ground. Suffocating and overwhelming to the point he was sure his breathing was erratic and shaky. Maybe he wasn't even breathing.

If he looked up, he was sure to see the worried faces of Timothy McGee, Ziva David, Dr. Donald Mallard, L. Jethro Gibbs, and Abigail Scuito. But Anthony didn't wanna see their worry. Or their pity, their disappointment at his weakness in the fact that all he had to say was he dates men sometimes. Tony took a chance, just a brief glimps of their faces. He hadn't said that out loud. Good. When he was on his way to look back down, he felt his shoulders being shaken. His blurry vision was full of Jimmy Palmer. A refreshing sight at first. But then pooled with worry in those dark brown eyes.

It was now that he was sort of okay with looking at people. They still spun in his vision. And he would still have to walk away so he wouldn't have a panic attack. But he was sure if he asked, that they would give him a moment. He hadn't been this nervous since he came back from boarding school and was living with his father again.

The man had always been ignorant and drunk. But he had gotten worse by the time Tony was eight. Because of the mother's death, the father acted like a dead man. Tony had basically been in charge of keeping himself alive. And it worked that way for years. They never had maids or cooks in their house; so Anthony learned to cook meals for himself and his DiNozzo father.

And he also got pretty good at cleaning. That actually never left. He liked to keep his space clean. Always his bedroom, and then the kitchen of course because you eat in there and the living room where he often fell asleep watching his movies. Everything else was done about once a week, depending on when he was home. He didn't have too many rooms in his apartment anyways.

But a bedroom, a bathroom, a decent sized kitchen, and a living room area in the front. He also had three closets. One at the front where he just hung his coat and shoes. He never used it anyways. One for his vacuum and other cleaning supplies, all piled well and out of the way. It was the smelliest closet one might ever encounter. Then a much larger one in his bedroom where he kept towels and toiletries on the right side as it was next to his bathroom door, and then the side closet to the edge of his bed was for coats and his clothes.

As strange as it was for most, Anthony actually enjoyed cleaning. It made him feel less dirty. He always did his best to keep his desk organized.Couldn’t stand for it any other way. He liked the control cleaning gave him. And sometimes control was all he ever hope for in his life expectations.

Thinking about cleaning helped to calm him down too. He was now much more relaxed. And when he escaped his head a little more, he had taken into recognition that Palmer had carried him away from the group of people likely still at their desks, and they were now behind the stairs that went to MTAC. Tony looked up at the ceiling while he listened to a watered down version of Jimmy's voice tell him stories. Tony escaped his thoughts of cleaning products and vacuuming up stale popcorn from the night before. Jimmy had a calming voice. And they met each others eyes.

"Is everything okay Tony?"

"I'm much better now Autopsy Gremlin." Jimmy smiled at the nickname. "I'm still a tad nauseated, and I'm probably gonna try and fix myself a little in the bathroom. But I feel a lot better. I just had to think about a few other things besides coming out."

"Good. And I want you to know, that I'm pretty sure Dr Mallard already has me figured out, and that he's fine with it. He doesn't care about my sexuality or anything. And Gibbs is probably sceptical. You've said some pretty strange things before. I bet you have no idea how much he's even heard. And I know you're kinda bad and being private with your phone calls, no matter how hard you try so-"

"James." Anthony started. They rarely used first names at work. More or less nicknames or shorter versions of their names anyways. Jimmy had the nerve to look guilty.

"I hope you realize that you're not really helping, dude. I was doing pretty good before all that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't wanna give you any more anxiety. I was just-"

"You were just trying to help. That's okay. I get it. I know what you mean. I think- but like, you're pretty sure I'll be fine and nobody will care. But all the same, it's a scary thing in general. I haven't even come out to my dad. I mean you found out on accident. And it's not like I don't like women, so I was never really lying. I just left out some of my life. I'm just worried that that won't be appreciated, you know?"

Jimmy only shrugged. He did also nod, but it was lighter than usual. So it was clear he didn't completely understand. Jimmy wasn't the type to talk about every single one of his relationships. And he wasn't close with other people like Tony was. He wasn't as social.

Tony sighed into his arms. Curling up in on himself and trying to make himself smaller. As small as possible. Maybe if he shrunk down, he could squeeze out all of the negative and nervous energy. The thing was, for the whole day, that energy had been squeezing him and trying to turn him inside out. So many Tony could right all the wrong he's feeling. A soft whimper hushed past his lips despite him willing it not to. He could still feel it in his throat.

Jimmy turned to look at Tony with concern, placing a gentle hand on the older man's shoulder. "Everything okay?"

"I don't know..."

"You don't know?" Palmer took on a look of great concern.

"I can't stop. I can't stop shaking. Or thinking. I can't stop thinking of Ethan. I miss him. So much."

"And that's okay. Blake and I are still kinda on and off- but I'm pretty sure she's gonna wanna break up soon. I might even just break up with her. Which is gonna hurt. But I know that we each have reasons to stay or split with our partners."

Tony stuttered at what Palmer had just said.

Thinking about his form boyfriend's reason for ending the relationship.

"It's just- damn. Just really frustrating. I feel almost- empty I guess. Like, I didn't just get high. But I got addicted. And now it's not just the person that I'm missing. It's every little thing. The touches and the kissing. I wish I had Ethan back. Just some part of him to breathe in. And maybe that would make me feel better. But it could also just make this all worse. I wish I could just come out and say it. But I don't think that's gonna work. At least the way I planed it. Because I screwed that up. I've got to be a man about this and try again. So I'll try- to try again. I think."

"Are you absolutely sure? I'm sure Gibbs and everyone else will understand if you wanna wait till another day."

"I don't know if you're right about that Jimmy.."

"If it's causing you this much stress, then waiting is always an option. Don't force yourself to do something you're not comfortable with."

Tony only groaned out in response. Pulling his legs away from his chest and sighing. He let his calves touch the carpeted floor beneath him, listening to his own evening breaths.

"You know what? I think I'm ready to go. I think I'm ready to tell them."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I think so. There's a chance I might puke on my own shoes when I've said everything. But otherwise I'll be okay."

"Then let's get you off of the ground Tony. I'm sure the others are worried."

"You're probably right about that Jimbo" Tony said with a look over his shoulder. He had a corner to run back to if he needed it. Staircases and elevators also as easy access. And he had legs to run on if he wanted to run away. He had multiple ways to escape of it all went bad. He supposed his boss wouldn't put a bullet in his foot just for liking men sometimes. But he wouldn't put it past the man.

Tony's brain was practically mud. Not mush. But mud. Thick and slimy watered down remains of the dirt and filth that was pouring and sanding through every nerve in his body. Shivers ran down his spine more than once on the walk back over to his desk. And a few time he had to stop because of nausea and general dizziness. It was a horrible situation to be in. But he dealt with it.

The moment he was standing behind his desk again, Abby was rocking on her heels with something behind her back. Her face donned a shy smile. One that was hopeful and kind. It wasn't as loud and happy as her normal grace, but it was just as bright. Sometimes smiling quietly says so much more about a person's happiness than the amount of teeth they show.

He didn't wanna see the guilt and worry that was probably drawn out all over his face. In his frown and in his eyes. In every downturned wrinkle on his face. A sob lodged its way in Tony's throat at the thought. He hated making people worry for him. Even when sick or injuried it was always someone else before him.

Anthony returned Abby's small smile with a petit curl of the lips of his own. He hoped that the expression would do something to lesson her concerns. A brief glance told him many of the others felt the same way as Abby.

"What d'y'a got Ab's?" Tony said in his best Gibbs impression, trying to lighten the mood.

The second B this time standing for brave, instead of bastard.

Abby smiled a little wider. "I got you a water." But her voice was still soft. Tony took notice of the pigtail buns she wore that day. Long black pants, a long sleeve red shirt with a low collar, and then her platforms and spiked accessories like always.

"Thanks Abby. A lot. And- uh. I'm sorry for worrying you guys. But I've been dealing with something that's been really hard for me lately. I thought I was over it. But I guess not."

"That's perfectly fine Anthony."

"NOT- Not if I planned to explain myself to you guys. Not if that plan was ruined by me being a pissy weak baby. I'm sorry. I think I still need another second." He breathed heavily through his teeth and looked down at his desk. When he looked back up he was met with gentle nods and a small series of thumbs pointed upwards.

Tony turned to look at Palmer, who despite having been in his vision more than once, had not been given a good enough look. Tony enjoyed looking at peoples outfits. Palmer wore a pair of grey running shoes and some loose jeans. Or which were not held up by a belt. The dark grey t-shirt amplified just how casual Jimmy's typical attire really was. Even on double dates and when the two would spend time together; Palmer always dressed comfortably. He even stole one of DiNozzo's hoodies. Tony laughed to himself, and settled down in his seat. He could judge while sitting anyways.

Then there was Ziva. Her hair was slick back, and held behind her ears with a dark pink bandana. Her shirt was also a low cut long sleeve like Ziva's in a hot pink colour. Her shoulders were covered by a cropped tan jean jacket, and her legs were curtained by brown low waist cargo pants. She also had on some soft neutral toned half-boots. She looked nice.

Tony turned his head slightly to get a better view of Dr Mallard. The man was basically the therapist of the makeshift family. A family it crime solvers. Specifically military related crimes. The good doctor was painted in a lovely palette of strong blues with his usual bow tie with a splatter of colours. Ducky's button up was a pale blue, maybe a watery blue, made up of what looked like a thick and comfortable material. His suit jacket and suit pants were the same shade of dark royal blue. The brown belt around his lower waist was the same leather colour. The bow tie was white with almost paint splatters in blue yellow and orange.

Tony had an idea. This would hopefully help him a little too. He began formulating a slideshow, much like they make on cases. He would make it a short one, with a couple photos and definitions. Pulling out his phone and connecting it to his computer, Tony split his attention between the next person's outfit he would be silently judging, and the mix of screens in front of him.

McGee. And Tony's camera roll. Short, dirty-blonde hair paired with watery green-blue eyes. Scrolling through past memories and past dates. A striped brown and tan shirt with a red neck tie. Wavy black hair with slight stubble, brown eyes, and pink lips he can't kiss anymore. A red zip up jacket. The mango-raspberry-kale smoothies that Ethan used to make before his morning runs. Matching brown suit jacket and suit pants, with sleek brown leather shoes. Looking the part of an author mixed with federal agent. And a New York accent that was getting more distant from his ears despite how he wished it wouldn't. Timothée McGee was dressed in warm colours. But all Tony felt was alone and cold.

Tony sighed, finishing gathering the photos of his now dead relationship. It was definitely dead. It's been over a week. And with guys, breakups were always more difficult. From the probably 30 dinners they had had as a couple, 25 of them dates. 20 of the 30 going to a little restaurant Tony had thought they both liked. Maybe it's because the place was always busy. So if they split, like they recently had, then it wouldn't hurt as much going back. Damn it. Ethan had probably planned this. Well, maybe not. But it still hurt.

Tony bit his lip as he dragged and dropped the definition of Bisexual onto the beginning of the slideshow. He even managed to find a colourful flag in his search too. Shrinking it down to the corner so it wasn't as obvious. He quickly inserted. The rest of the images. Breakfasts. Kisses he managed to sneak onto Ethan's cheek or anywhere on his face really. Tony puffed a sigh through his teeth and across his frowning lips.

Tony felt sorta like an alien as he uploaded the slideshow to the flatscreen. Swallowing thickly as he watched the small white bar fill with blue. It was uploaded now. And fully accessible on the tv if anyone knew what he was doing and grabbed the remote. It was like a crowd of people was singing and chanting into his left ear that he shouldn't do this. His right ear blurred waves almost of encouragement. Telling him all the 'ifs' and that he should run in the case things font work out. If he finds himself between a rock and a hard place.

He decided to analyze Gibbs before he forced himself to puke. He was definitely feeling a lot better than before. And at the same time, like he was drowning. It was up to his ears but his ankle was chained to the ground. Oh god...

Gibbs hair looked normal; grey with pepperings of white, and an undercut with a middle part. A white t-shirt showing slightly underneath. A light grey button up on top. With clear buttons all the way down the torso. His pale and watery Blue eyes piercing against the dark midnight blue of his matching suit jacket and pants. His shoes of black leather; just like the belt around his waist.

Gibbs had been assessed. And now Tony was ready for his stomach to flip upside down and then turn inside out. Waiting for it to bounce down into his feet before playing ping-pong with his rinçage before finally lodging it way on his throat. Reminding him he was alive. Reminder of him being almost alone. Even despite the fact that he was surrounded by people. He would have rather been back at boarding school for the moment.

Gibbs had been assessed. And now Tony was ready for his stomach to flip upside down and then turn inside out. Waiting for it to bounce down into his feet before playing ping-pong with his rinçage before finally lodging it way on his throat. Reminding him he was alive.

Reminder of him being almost alone. Even despite the fact that he was surrounded by people. He would have rather been back at boarding school for the moment.

It starts in his feet. The nerves. The nerves again. He wishes he could flood it out with a few too many drinks. Forcing himself to sober up with a mad hangover that's causing him to spill his guts into a bowl in some hotel bathroom that he doesn't remember checking into but somehow still seems familiar. And there's a stranger in his bed and an Advil in his cold yet sweaty hand and his eyes look everywhere but still can't see straight. But that's okay because he's still oblivious to what he has to do anyways. But that's okay because if he can't walk or sit or sing, then he'll choke and crawl and cry like the poor pathetic baby that he is. Riddled with anxiety. Riddled and rhymes and rules and why's filling his head like the shivers that tickle his skin with nerves and nausea and an ocean of "what will I do after this goes wrong?' crashing over him in waves that pool and churn and lick up to his chest that's no longer taking in air when all he has to do is breathe.

Breathe. And look up. Breathe, and speak. Spill his guts. Confess. Get it all out. Out of his chest. So it doesn't churn or burn like cigarette smoke; like a chimney of a house, like faded dreams and hopes. So it doesn't wallow and wash him away like a storm where the wind picks him up and throws him around. Because all he has to do is let the name fall off his tongue. Say what his heart says when there's a pretty boy. But the future isn't always so pretty.

It starts in his feet. Then rumbles through his chest. Till it's sifting through his head like a poor man mining for gold. And it's exhausting. Telling himself every possible outcome when the fact stands that he can't even open his eyes and breathe. He can't even look ahead of himself and past his own fear to simply just say what could set him free.

He finally decides to speak to the room. One he doesn't know if it's watching or listening. Or if it even cares.

"I can't really start with an apology. I've been out of it. Whatever. Deal with it. I have a right to behave according to how I feel. We've all been there." a short him was heard from someone in the room. It was a more throaty-hum than a chest-hum. So probably Ziva. "I'm about to explain why.

"If you could please look at the board." Tony clicked on the remote. The first slide showed a rule that was becoming old and outdated. Thankful for that, Tony cleared his throat. "Don't Ask, Don't tell. A saying and a rule by this point. If you're homosexual; leave it out of your job. That is, unless you're asked."

The group looked at Tony expectantly. He was the big brother. The eldest son. "And, you guys asked." Tony stood up from his desk chair and paced towards the flat screen. Not brave enough to look at his teammates yet. "So you're getting an answer. Not an apology. But information. Because I have nothing to apologize for. Besides. Rules 6." The unspoken "never say sorry, it's a sign of weakness' left to hang in the air.

"So. Here's your answer. I'm bisexual. I like boys and girls. Or Men and women should I really say. I love them on my good days, bed them on my bad days, and date them on my best. I'm sure you all remember how rough I felt after the whole ordeal with Jeanne... and maybe that I've been acting like that again lately. Like the whole thing. The whole lovesick part. And then the sick to my stomach part."

Tony paused to sigh as well as to click to the next slide. This time it was a photo Tony had managed to take sneakily. It was a blurry selfie of Tony holding the hand of a man with brown eyes framed in glasses, and wavy black hair styled in an undercut with a middle part. Only slightly longer than Gibbs hair. There was slight stubble on the sides of his face and a distant smile almost etched on his lips. The photo was soft and happy. Even a little romantic. It looked like Tony's partner had been in the middle of telling a story. Probably hadn't caught Tony taking the photo. Yet.

There were decorative rings on his finger. A lion on the one visible pinky, and a green eye on the index finger. Tony was in his usual turtle neck with suit, both in shades of grey along with shoes and a belt in black leather. But the other man wore something more casual. It was easy to tell he had some muscle on him. Lean, but broad shouldered. Like a mix between Palmer and Gibbs. He was wearing a dark grey long sleeve shirt with a vertically striped black and white button up t-shirt on top. Black Jeans were layered plainly under the grey shirt, plus a pair of slightly heeled ankle boots.

They looked adorable. "His name is Ethan. Ethan McClyde. And he was technically mine. Until he wasn't. We broke up around two weeks ago. I know the exact date; but I would rather not remember right now. And the break up happened after we had been dating for a month. I didn't waste time by taking it slow, or holding off on "I love You's" until it was nearly too late. The only problem is, that those three words are still on the tip of my tongue. And I don't have Ethan to say them to anyone."

Abby tapped over. Her platforms barely brushing against the ground as she basically tiptoed with speed over to Tony. Her footsteps soft despite the weight they held. She stood before Tony with open arms. The silent question of whether she could hug Anthony DiNozzo Jr or not ringing faintly. Tony decried he needed a hug. Grabbing her with an arm and pulling the science goth into his side. Palmer took his duty as Tony's best friend and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

It sorta hurt. Seeing all their surprised faces. They didn’t look necessarily homophobic. But like Tony himself was the person they least expected to be any sort of queer.

“Back when Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was pressured more, especially with Gibbs every time I made a damned joke, it made me really scared to tell anyone. But I was also hoping that me making the jokes in the first place would have given you guys some sort of hint. I don’t go on dates. I oversexualize myself because I’m lonely. I tease Ziva and Abby with queer jokes when they hang out because I want them to ask me why I do it. But you only ever seem annoyed.”

Tony sat on his desk, after moving a pencil holder and his mighty-mouse stapler. He had come into work today with almost full confidence. Hoping to sort out whatever he needed to with his friends.

“I dont come into work looking to make you all annoyed with me and hate me. I come in with an attitude that I hope is infectious. A smile I hope spreads. I come I to work prepared with jokes and movie references on the top of my head to relax everyone. But all I get are huffs and sighs. Head slaps and extra work. You guys wonder why you never actually know about my personal life, despite all the falsities I tell you. Well there’s your answer.”

The dirty blonde man with green eyes, lost the brightness in his eyes and picked up his backpack. He was tired. He zipped up the bag and grabbed the one folder he had been given. Pretty much all of it was on his computer anyways.

“Call me if we get a case. Or if you wanna tell me that you’re okay with me being a bisexual.” Tony paused and looked at his boss,” Or maybe to fire me. Otherwise, I wanna be alone.” and he left the building.

……………………………………………………………

This wasn’t exactly the ending I was planning on. But I do have a different story planned that I need to start on. So this is finished without as much as I originally wanted.

Lmk if you want like a second part to the ending.

#NCIS team #NCIS #Tony DiNozzo #Tony is Bi #Bisexuality #coming out #acceptance #fear #friendship #palmer is chill #Palmer #Gibbs #Ducky #Abby #McGee #Ziva #team/friendship #Anxiety #Minor angst #overtagging

[delicatefalice]

fetus adult

besties besties

#they’ve come so far #and I think was so special about the team when ziva jimmy tim tony and Abby they all grew up together #ncis #tiva #ziva david #tony dinozzo #tim mcgee #jimmy palmer #m

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

The reader is a Marines daughter she runs to work every day. Tony asks why she doesn't drive as she should be able to afford a car now. Embarrassed she tells them she has her permit but her father never had time to teach her to drive (a lie). He tells her tobuy a bike to her horror she Embarrasses herself more by letting it slip she doesn't know how to ride one that her father only taught her life saving things not stuff for "fun". Everyone just kind of moves on as she hides her embarrassment well from everyone but Gibbs who sees right through it. Later she asumes everyone left she mumbles to the picture of her father "hey dad do you think a bike or driving lessons are useless now"

You Ain't Alone

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up! Hopefully this is okay! I went at a more father/daughter aspect between Gibbs and the reader! I loved this suggestion though!

Your alarm blares loudly, and you jolt awake before letting a heavy breath out. You reach over, silencing the loud alarm as you know you have to get up and get ready. As much as you craved to sleep in, you couldn’t because you had to get to work on time. You got home later last night due to the case you guys got. Gibbs seemed more irritated and was insistent on getting justice for these female petty officers who have fallen victim. 

You get up and quickly get dressed in black yoga pants and a cropped long sleeve white shirt that is almost like spandex. You put your hair up into a ponytail before stuffing your outfit for the rest of the day into the backpack you bring to and from work. 

You lock up your house before you begin your normal run to work. It was pretty therapeutic although you do wish you could just drive to work in the mornings. It meant you could leave your house later for work which would be nice. 

You reach the familiar Navy building and slow down until you're walking. You get in the building and curse quietly after realizing that you had gotten here about ten minutes later than normal. Gibbs holds the elevator for you, your entire team must have gotten here at the same time.

“Y/N, why don’t you just drive to work instead of run? Surely you have the money to afford a car now.” Tony asks and your cheeks flush red.

“I-erm, well I-I only have my permit. My dad never had time to teach me to drive.” You stutter out, your face growing even more hot in embarrassment. 

“Why doesn’t your dad have time to teach you to drive?” He asks, confused.

“Oh…my dad…he wa–he is a Marine. My entire life…he’s been mostly overseas. It’s been me and my aunt and even she wasn’t there a lot because she was a doctor.” You explain quietly.

You were mortified and you just wanted this elevator ride to end, but it seemed like it wasn’t ever going to end. 

“So, buy a bike.” Tony says.

“I don’t know how to ride a bike.” You say before you squeeze your eyes shut and sigh.

You heard the familiar headslap as Tony whines, asking Gibbs why he got smacked and you were the first off the elevator, rushing to the restrooms where you go to a stall and start to change. You let a puff of air out and shake your head as you pull the black dress pants up before buttoning the white blouse. You pull on your boots and tie them before walking out of the stall with your bag. You fix your ponytail before spritzing yourself in perfume. 

“God, you just had to embarrass yourself.” You grumble, grabbing your face and shaking your head. 

You were eager to start working, thankfully they all had disregarded the elevator which was nice. The day passed slowly and you were sitting at your desk even after everyone had gone home. The entire day the elevator conversation seemed to haunt you. 

You look at a picture of your father and you frown. He wasn’t around much in your life and when he was, you were to refer to him as “sir” and he would give you life saving lessons, never anything fun in life. You begged and begged for him to teach you to drive, but he said no. He thought that was a fun thing, not something you’d need later in life. 

Gibbs stood on the second level, watching you. He could tell that you were embarrassed all day. You tried to hide it from the rest of the team, but he could see right through you. He quietly makes his way behind the bullpen and you sigh. 

“Hey dad, do you think bike or driving lessons are useless now?” You mumble as you grab the picture of him. 

He frowns, watching you. He casually rounds into the bullpen, hearing your startled gasp. He goes to his desk and works on some files before abruptly looking up. 

“Y/L/N?” He asks. 

“Yes?” You ask softly. 

“How tired are you?” He asks. 

“Not tired at all actually.” You say confused. 

“Didn’t you say you have a permit?” He asks. 

“Erm, yes.” You murmur, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Alright, come on. I’m going to teach you to drive.” He says, grabbing his coat.

Your lips part in surprise and he sends you a grin, walking towards the elevator. You eagerly get up, following him to the elevator as excitement fills you.

You couldn’t believe it…you were officially a licensed driver. You had yourself a car and here you were, sitting in it in the NAVY yard parking lot. This was real. 

You knew you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Gibbs. He has taught you several things in the past few weeks like, driving, riding a bike, fishing, how to cook the best steaks, and how to build a boat. This man has been more of a father to you than your own. The bond you have with Gibbs has tripled these past few weeks. On top of that, you always feel a little emotional thinking back on these past few weeks. He didn’t have to help you, yet he did. 

“I saw your new ride.” Tony says as you step in the elevator and you blush.

“I’m officially a licensed driver.” You say excitedly.

“That’s good!” He says with a grin. 

You walk off the elevator together, heading towards the bullpen and Gibbs looks up at you.

“How’d the driver’s test go?” He asks.

“I passed…got my license and I might’ve finally got myself a car with what I saved up. Look!” You exclaim excitedly, showing him your license and he grins.

“Good job, Y/N/N.” He praises and you smile softly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Gibbs. Thank you so much.” You say.

“Y/N/N, you ain’t alone. We are a family. Don’t ever be afraid to ask for something. My door is always open.” He says, softly smiling at you.

“Literally.” Tony laughs and both of you roll your eyes before you hear a headslap.

You turn back and see Ziva laughing as Tony glares at her. You look back at Gibbs, not before seeing Tim hunched over laughing as Tony tried to make a defense against Ziva. Gibbs had a big grin on his face and you smile, this was your family.

#gibbs #gibbs imagine #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis fandom #ncis gibbs #ncis imagine #father/daughter #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis team #ncis fanfiction #ncis tony #ncis #ncis x reader #request

[thestarwarslesbian]

Tony: I just realized something, all of us have a bad childhood. Gibbs (not looking up from his book): Yeah I know. Ziva: What do you mean, you know? Gibbs: Look at you! McGee: (looking at himself and the others up and down): What do you mean, look at us? Gibbs: Look at how you stand. People who had good childhoods don’t stand like that. Tony: Like sluts? Gibbs: NO-

#inncorrect quotes #ncis #ncis incorrect quotes #tony dinozzo #ziva david #timothy mcgee #tim mcgee #leroy jethro gibbs #Gibbs is the dad of the team now #I’ve only just started season 9

[booasaur]

NCIS: Hawai’i - 2x05

#ncishawaiiedit #ncis hawai'i #lucy tara #kate whistler #yasmine al bustami #tori anderson #ncis hawai'i spoilers #ncis hawai'i 2x05 #kate x lucy #kacy #femslash related stuff #awww that was the cutest reason for a communication gap #and makes perfect sense! #they both wanted it so much but wanted the other to fully want it too #which like yes does lucy need kate to say that after last season's I can't go another day without you #but you know it is #kiiinda wish we'd gotten a kate team up with someone so we'd have seen her side but t that would have removed the ''suspense'' #of knowing why kate was behaving the way she was #loved that little grin in the second last gif #NOW you're all confident huh

[pathologicalrambler]

just two boys who view their boss as their father figure

#criminal minds #aesthetic #tv shows #spencer reid #actor #comfort show #mgg #ncis #actors #comfort character #ncis agent #bau team #agent gibbs #agent hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner #agent reid #fbi agent #fbi #tony dinozzo #crossover #parallels #quantico #fangirl #im just a girl #daddy issues

[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

#ncis #ncis imagine #ncis reader insert #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs x reader #ncis x criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #ncis team #bau team #tony dinozzo #derek morgan #tim mcgee #jethro gibbs