A/N: You’ll find a surprise while reading, hope you like it. Apologies for the delay, I had time off and now I’ve taken on an apprenticeship. So a little busy also got sucked into the world of The Pitt.
Part 1
Things were moving along quite well with the pregnancy, you were now seven months pregnant and feeling it. You had been put on desk duty not that you were in the line of fire since finding out about pending motherhood.
Even if you were allowed you didn’t want to fight Gibbs on his over protectiveness regarding you and the baby. And if you were truly honest with yourself, you didn’t want to put yourself in that situation either.
This baby was a miracle in your eyes, a once impossibility that suddenly became possible. You followed all the rules to the letter, plenty of rest, no raw eggs, no coffee even decaf, the list went on, but if there was something you could do to keep this baby strong and healthy you were doing it especially since your pregnancy was classed as geriatric.
After telling Gibbs, things didn’t seem to change, not straight away at least. He didn’t immediately label what you two had and ask you to move in. You both had residences of your own and many things to work out before the baby arrived, but one thing you knew for sure was you were not doing this alone. Gibbs had made it abundantly clear that he was all in. He didn’t care if he’d have to change diapers at 2am or do the night time feedings. He wanted to be part of it all, and for that you were so happy.
Surprisingly during a case Gibbs had stepped away and made the time for your anatomy scan. This was the first time you both got to see the baby. Seeing the ultrasound monitor and looking at your baby moving around was breathtaking, not even the small bump that you fashioned had made it real for you, not until that moment you both watched the screen. Gibbs must have felt the same way as his hand gentle reached for yours squeezing ever so slightly when the doctor let the heartbeat fill the room.
You’d cried so much since finding out you were having this baby. It didn’t even have to be anything significant, but you’d end up sniffling at something or other. Stupid hormones were taking you through a whirlwind the doctors weren’t kidding when they said it was to be expected.
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You had been summoned to your colleagues house, but he was more like a brother/uncle all rolled into one. He’d called for a get together seeing as you couldn’t attend the last case in New Mexico due to an OB appointment.
Unfortunately Gibbs and his team were just finishing up a case, so he couldn’t attend either but he did say that he would head over as soon as he was done. Over the last few months the two teams had got more acquainted, going as far as claiming uncle/aunt or godparent status without your input and making bets on names but it was all in good faith and you were happy they got along. It felt like you were one big family and this baby would be at the centre of it.
Coming out of your thoughts you end up looking up at the grand house, you smiled and slowly manoeuvred yourself out of the car.
“Y/N!” You hear being called from the front door. Their foot steps getting closer.
Pulling your favourite technical analyst into a hug “Hey Pen”. You knew it was her organisational skills that helped put this thing together short notice.
She soon pulled away and gave you a once over. “Oh look at you, you are absolutely glowing!” You chuckled at the comment because you felt far from glowing, in fact your feet were swollen and the glow that she spoke of was most sweat in this summer heat. It was so hot and stuffy since you’d moved further along in the pregnancy.
“Tell that to my feet. I’m so glad it’s summer and I can wear sandals, because I’m pretty sure my other shoes don’t fit anymore.” You replied jokingly.
“Let’s get you inside. We will have your feet up and yourself fed in no time.” The bubbly blonde hooked her arm in yours and lead you towards the front door.
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“SURPRISE!!” Multiple voices shouted as you walked into the living room.
You almost let out a scream but held it in enough for just a small yelp to escape. You looked at your team, no your family and shook your head in disbelief. Banners and balloons were pinned to the walls, there were presents stacked on a table by the window and no doubt this little shindig had food, provided by caterers you were certain.
It wasn’t long before a sash was placed over your head, looking down it read ‘mommy to be’. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you approached everyone with a hug and a kiss to the cheek.
The girls in your team had apparently banded together and organised a baby shower for you. It made your heart burst and if you slipped a tear or two they never said anything when they told you.
“I can’t believe you guys did this” you said close to tears yet again. JJ gave your wrist a squeeze, knowing she knew exactly how you felt. You gave her a grateful smile.
“Rossi volunteered his place, the food is on him. Morgan and Hotch offered the muscle to get this stuff back to your place.” She said pointing to the presents off to your left. “And wonderful Garcia here organised most of it. The rest of us just arrived when told” Prentiss chuckled after she explained everything.
“Lookin’ good mama” you heard over your shoulder, turning around you instantly wrapped your arms around the handsome Derek Morgan. “Where’s my favourite Morgan?” You ask teasingly pulling back slightly. “Oh that’s cold, but I’ll let it go…just this once” he laughed gently while giving you a wink and then nods his head to the kitchen area. Following his gaze you can see little Hank in the arms of Spencer.
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After making your way around to everyone and catching up, and at the behest of your team you had played a couple of games and opened the gifts they had bought for both you and baby. You decided to take a well deserved rest. Your feet were hurting and the baby seemed to have made it a mission to do some star jumps to the point of being uncomfortable. You were chilling out with a cold drink when someone stepped in front of you.
“How you doing Kiddo?”
You chuckled at the nickname, you were far from being a kid but you never called him out. Smiling at one of the BAU founders, you smiled “I’m wiped, this baby growing business is hard” putting a hand to your protruding belly for emphasis.
“Well if you’ve got some energy left, we’ve got one last thing to give you” the elder Italian held his hand out for you to help you up.
“Nooo…you guys have gifted enough. I don’t know where I’m going to store it all, let alone where I’m going to put the baby.” You laughed at the thought.
“It’s fine, plus this one isn’t from us” he stated as he guided you towards the garden with his arm wrapped around your waist. You noticed that everyone else had gathered there too, then you realised he had said the gift wasn’t from them, looking back at Dave you wanted to ask but a few familiar faces caught your eye.
You locked eyes with the man who helped create life with you. Standing with his team with a huge smile on his face and you couldn’t help smile back. You were so happy he was able to come even if he missed most of the shower. He stepped closer towards you and pulled you in close while kissing your temple and like you had become accustomed to he place his hand on your bump.
You didn’t know how long you stood like that, but it was soon interrupted by his senior field agent Dinozzo. Breaking out of your bubble, Gibbs stepped back.
“This was a great present, thanks guys” at that everyone laughed quietly.
Gibbs was the one to interrupt though “Our arrival wasn’t the gift Y/N. You would have received this even if we hadn’t closed the case.”
“Oh…then what….” Everyone broke apart and your sentence halted as you spotted a delicate and detailed crib sitting in the middle of the garden. It was beautiful, had patterns carved into the woodwork that you just knew was made by the man standing next to you. If he could build a boat in his basement, he could definitely make a crib for your baby. There was no stopping the tears this time and you didn’t even try to hold them back.
You quickly grabbed his face and didn’t hold back as you kissed him. You parted briefly and soon after you were distracted by Ducky asking how you were getting on and then it was McGee saying he’d bought you an all singing all dancing baby monitor, which in fact would work well with Garcias system…something electronic and clever, you weren’t quite sure to be honest. But as long it meant your little one was safe you didn’t care and the tech wizards offered to set it all up, so you just said yes.
Everyone had bought something, diapers and clothes, baby swing, teddies, toys. You were struggling to think where the baby would go once all these items were placed in the nursery. But you were extremely grateful to have all these people care.
Eventually you ended up back next to Gibbs while he conversed with Rossi, you were sure they were exchanging stories about Marine life, you didn’t pry. Once he felt you close his arm immediately enclosed around your waist bringing you closer, he had been showing more and more PDA recently and you were no closer to defining what you were as a couple. However, at this moment as you looked around at your peers, it didn’t matter. Your lives would be forever entwined and that was perfectly okay with you.
A/N: Okay I will admit I’m not sure what made me write this. It was two separate fics and I ended up combining them. Fingers crossed it’s okay. This one is quite long fair warning.
“Shots fired, we have an Agent down”
The bullpen was quiet. DiNozzo hadn’t cracked a movie reference since they’d returned. McGee was quietly sitting as his desk and Gibbs…well Gibbs was slightly different.
Maybe it was the worry of losing another of his agents. Hearing the gunshots and watching the blood pool around your body would be forever ingrained in his mind.
He’d lost Kate and now you. Only this time it was much worse as he didn’t have to chase a terrorist to avenge your death, he’d killed the suspect on his way to you. The worst part of it all was that he loved you and now he wouldn’t ever get the chance to tell you how he felt.
He’d been down to autopsy but only made it as far as the doors. He didn’t have the strength to go inside and see you yet. To be another cold body on the slab.
He remembered your smile, your laugh and if he closed his eyes for just a moment, he could actually believe you were still in the room. You’d be fighting with Tony about the best movie or some computer speak that McGee understood but went over his head and lastly Ziva and you would be just talking about random things, you were like a sibling to the mossad officer.
“We need medical assistance now!”
Rubbing his hands over his head in frustration as he thought back to the moment he saw you. Two gun shot wounds: one to your arm, but the fatal one was in the neck. You’d worn a vest but the stray shot had caught you somewhere vulnerable, from then all he remembered was blood, your blood. It was everywhere. From your neck, to your mouth, it was on his hands and clothes. He’d scrubbed off as much as he could but it wouldn’t matter, he’d still see it what ever he did.
Looking up, Gibbs checked on his team. He was worried about them. This would be the second agent he had lost and it didn’t feel like much time had passed since Kate. He knew this would be the hardest loss they dealt with, you were close to all of them.
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Ducky couldn’t believe it, he was once again standing in autopsy with a body lying in front of him, not just any body but yours.
“Oh, dear Y/N. You deserved so much better than this. I’m afraid this might be the one thing that pushes Jethro and the team to the point of no return” Ducky looked down at the body. Clothes removed and body cleaned, he glanced at the peaceful look on Y/Ns face.
He’d already pulled the bullet from the neck wound, if anything it looked much better after Y/Ns body had been cleaned. The through and through on the arm also looked better, maybe it was his mind but he could almost convince himself that they were smaller than before.
His only relief was at least there was no suffering. It would have taken seconds to bleed out from how serious the neck wound was. Now all that was left to do was finish up with his report. He’d decided to do that close to the body. Not wanting them to be alone.
While lost in thought he’d bumped into the tray stand nearby holding numerous apparatus, he couldn’t help as they all fell, crashing on to the floor causing the metal clanging to echo throughout the quiet room.
He’d nearly given himself a heart attack, but the thing that shocked him the most was the gasp that sounded beside him. If he wasn’t going to stroke out before he probably would now when he looked to see Y/Ns body sat up.
|NCIS|
Everything happened so fast. One minute you were clearing rooms of a suspects house and then it just went dark.
Maybe the suspect had caught you off guard and hit you in the head with something. But overall you felt exhausted. There was a dull ache toward your throat but the thought of moving your body was tiring.
Keeping your eyes closed, you listened for anything out of the ordinary but all you got was silence. You couldn’t focus at the moment and slowly drifted back to sleep.
You weren’t sure how long had passed but something woke you. The tiredness had faded a little and the lights in the hospital seemed to have turned on. Although you couldn’t compliment the bed they had you on, it was awful. There was something to be said about hospitality, and this was not it. You were cold, and on a solid surface, you hadn’t felt a presence in the room for ages.
Forcing yourself to open your eyes was a feat. The drugs they had to of used were good. You felt no pain but god they zapped your strength.
As you became more aware of your surroundings you noticed you weren’t quite as alone as you thought. Ducky was talking away to his patient, he personalised with them giving them an identity even in death, still treating them with respect even though they had passed. If you were on his table, you’d want the same.
Nothing was working and it wasn’t until pain made its way to your ears that it caused you to jolt up. Eyes wide open and breathing heavily, you were pretty sure a little scream left your mouth, but as you notice Ducky looking wide eyed back at you, your breathing slowed.
“Ducky! Are you okay?” Your voice was like a whisper but as you looked at the M.E he seemed to pale instantly at the sight of you.
It was while you were looking at him that you notice in the corner of your eyes that your legs were bare, and your eyes slowly travelled upwards your eyes widened when you noticed your state of dress or undress in this situation.
“Where am I?” You quickly fired off, which caused a quick glance around and noticed you were in autopsy and naked, you were on a table and Naked! You were NAKED! Quickly covering up your most important parts with your hands and arms, you squeaked out “what the hell happened” panic starting to settle in.
Gathering his bearings Ducky took in your panicked face and remarked to himself that he had yet to respond to anything being asked.
Moving towards a draw he found some scrubs that you could wear. Never in his years of working as a medical examiner had he witnessed a dead person awaken, especially from a fatal bullet wound. It was possible to have reactionary muscle movements but this was unheard of. He had examined the body, you were dead.
“Here take these” while handing over the a new set of scrubs. You grabbed them and gently climbed off the table while Ducky being the gentleman that he was turned around, but at that point it was pointless. He’d already seen it all.
“I’m not sure what you remember, but…erm…you died…you were dead” there was no easy way to hear those words. You died
“I couldn’t have! I’m standing up right now and talking, this doesn’t make sense Ducky!” You didn’t mean to shout but this wasn’t making any sense. He was telling you, you had died. Tears slipped from your eyes while you tried remember something….anything. But it was blank. Reaching the house and clearing it and then a little bit of pain but then it was darkness. Could he be right?
“We…we were clearing the Thompson house, I was in the final room and then I felt like a brief bit of pain and then darkness. Thought I’d been knocked out.” You were talking to yourself mainly, trying to make sense of it all. But Dicky was anything but a liar
Looking towards Ducky’s face he was speechless but he also had a look of wonder on his face. You didn’t expect it but he pulled you in for a hug, slowly lifting your arms you closed your own around him.
Ducky pulled away first, he looked at your neck and gently stroked an area. You unconsciously moved your hand to match his and felt a distinct mark.
Without thinking he grabbed a magnifying glass and put it to your neck. “Remarkable….” Not sure what he meant you waited for him to speak again. “It seems your wounds are healing, when I cleaned out the wounds and removed the bullet earlier, the wound was significantly bigger.” Suddenly getting cheerier he smiled. “It seems to be some sort of accelerated healing”
Sat in wonder you tried to let his statement sink in. You’d healed from a bullet wound to the neck and it was still healing. Is that why you had lived, well died and then resurrected? Oh great now you’d never live this down, Tony would label you a zombie. Straight up Night of the living dead references were bound to happen. Did they all believe you to be dead.
What about Ziva? And McGee…you become so close to them. You’d found out that you and McGee played the same online game and from that brewed an easy friendship, Ziva was no different she shared your love of baseball, sometimes watching a game together.
And then there was Gibbs, the thought of him made your chest ache. He was stoic and a man of few words but he was all you thought about all day. It was why you enjoyed working with this team. He was the highlight of it all. You’d been in love with him since the moment he’d kissed your head after a hard case. The stolen glances and coffee refills had gone unnoticed by the rest of the team, but you were determined to see him smile more.
You dreaded to think what Gibbs had been feeling, his first wife and daughter had been killed, Kate was killed and at this precise moment everyone also thought you were dead too. Declared dead but alive again, this took a lot of explaining, not that you had an explanation.
“Er Ducky…if I died…dead to the point I was laying down in autopsy, how are we going to explain to everyone that I’m actually alive.” The question was innocent but caused quite a few problems.
“That is a good question. How about we start by informing the team, maybe we can come to a solution together” you nodded at his suggestion, with no other option you followed his lead. Not wanting to freak anyone out by walking into the bullpen you stayed down in autopsy while Ducky made the call.
“Jethro, you need to come to Autopsy”
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Gibbs was brought out of his thoughts when his phone rang. He didn’t want to be pulled onto another case although it would probably help the team focus on something else than on Y/N. Might have helped him too.
When he heard Ducky’s voice he frowned, he knew why he was calling. He’d yet to see Y/Ns body and Ducky had tried all he could to get him to say his goodbyes. But he couldn’t do it.
“Yeah, Gibbs. I can’t Duck, I’m busy”
“I’m afraid, THIS IS important. Get everyone down to autopsy NOW!” Pulling the phone from his ear and giving it a stare in confusion, Ducky had rarely raised his voice but something was different in his tone.
Tony looked back at him “Case boss?” Prepared to get up. Shaking his head in response. He watched as Tony slumped back down.
“It was Ducky, he wants us all in Autopsy.” When he found all three faces looking back at him in confusion, he shrugged his shoulders “what?! I don’t know, but get moving!”
They shuffled towards the elevator, it was silent on the trip down. He didn’t know what Ducky had deemed so urgent but this was the last place he wanted to find himself today. It was too difficult.
He hesitated for a brief second before the doors slid open, but when he looked in the room he noticed that a body was missing.
“Where’s Y/N?!” He didn’t mean to shout causing the others to flinch but he hadn’t even seen the body since they’d brought you back.
“Calm down Jethro! Just give me a minute and I’ll explain” the team watched their boss get worked up over Y/Ns missing body. Noticing that he seemed more distressed than they were.
“I don’t know what happened, I first noticed that something was different when I was cleaning the body. Things that shouldn’t be happening, wounds were cleaner than normal..I can’t explain it and it wasn’t until earlier that I got confirmation. The wounds were healing” Ducky was on a roll but Gibbs patience was wearing thin.
“Get to the point Duck” he said sternly
“Well look for yourself” Ducky nodded to behind them. There you stood, arms wrapped around your waist, you lifted a hand to slightly wave at them, trying not to scare them. You were worried about their reactions.
It was immediate but you watched as McGees body hit the floor, if it wasn’t such a tense moment you would have laughed. Ziva had a look of confusion and Tony had looked both horrified and happy. You could put that down to his brain calling out zombie in response to you. What you didn’t expect was Gibbs to slowly walk towards you, unshed tears in his eyes and before you knew it, he was pulling you tightly towards him.
This was all you had wanted. Not being dead but the blue eyed man’s body against yours. You reached up your arms and held him tightly against you. You heard him whisper “I thought I’d lost you” but all you could do was tell him that you were back. You were okay and then the words just slipped out… you said the three little words that you kept from him for the last 5 years.
It had slipped out so easily too “I love you” like it belonged. It was so easy but also nerve racking as he was in your arms and it wasn’t a dream like the usual times you’ve expressed your feelings. This was real and he had heard.
Slightly frozen by that realisation, you went to pull away. But he didn’t let you, if it was possible he pulled you even closer, his head pulled back and then his lips were on yours. You don’t know how long it had been but you were sad when it stopped.
Clearing your throat and separating, your gaze moved to the others in the room. McGee was being helped up by Ziva and Ducky. While Tony was still stood a bit horrified.
“Not a zombie Tony” you said jokingly
“But you died”
“Still not a zombie, I have a heartbeat and everything” Tony stepped closer to you, he needed reassurance that you were…well still you.
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You were at your desk and getting more wound up by the minute. After you rose from the dead Tony had constantly been pestering you about what you were. Trouble was you didn’t know but his guesses were making you want to still be back on the slab again.
“Look all I’m saying is, you were dead and then weren’t. All this points to Zombie” he stated matter of factly.
“I’m living, breathing and talking Tony. Got a movie that shows a zombie doing that, I guarantee I’m not one of the living dead”
“Okay well then, what if you’re a vampire or something. A child of Dracula!” He said excitedly as you looked around the office hoping no one was paying attention to your friend.
Rolling your eyes you point out the window to the sun “yeah….maybe not” he said quietly while pondering some more.
“Get a letter when you were 11 by any chance?” he asked curiously. Screwing a piece of paper up into a ball you threw it at his head.
“I’ll take that as a no”
“Leave her alone Dinozzo” Gibbs states while quickly kissing your forehead and then walking to his desk “Get your gear, we got a dead body”
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“Put them away!” Tony in a whispered shout nodding to your back and the huge white wings that were on display.
“I DON’T KNOW HOW TONY! What do you expect me to do?”
“Suck ‘em in! Dance…Anything! but someone is bound to come and those need to be gone.”
“Well next time you get pushed off a building I’ll let you fall instead! This is your fault! You fell and then they..” you pointed your thumb over your shoulder “appeared, it’s not like I have a manual on what I am, if I knew that, we wouldn’t be in this mess” you huffed out a breath and folded your arms.
Tony sounded just as defeated as you, you all were new to this whole situation. Since waking up on Ducky’s table, things had been different.
You had been healing from scrapes and bruises recently. You had also noticed that your hearing was much better than you realised, doing a Gibbs and calling out Tony on his many ‘quiet’ conversations, however this was extreme as you were in the elevator when you heard his teasing.
You had noticed other things too, but the latest caught you off guard after watching Tony fall after a suspect pushed him off the roof, something came over you. You jumped off the roof to the shouts of your other teammates, but somewhere deep down you knew it’s what you had to do, then suddenly you were flying and grabbing Dinozzo.
Wings had sprouted from your back and now you were hiding in a warehouse nearby. Willing the wings to disappear again before you found yourselves in more trouble.
“Okay maybe we just need to be calm, right?” Dinozzo then says walking over to you. “But I still think zombie fits”
“I’m not a zombie” you say mumbled quietly
“Okay maybe not a zombie, but you gotta admit you did rise from the dead” he joked, not taking the bait you simply stared at him.
“Still not a zombie Tony” you replied instantly
“Okay, well full moon was last week and you didn’t sprout fur, so werewolf is out. And child of Dracula is out as you were out in the sun today. Maybe you’ve been blessed as an Angel.”
“Come on! An Angel really?” You laughed slightly.
“Think about it, you died and came back to life, you said your hearing things from afar and now the wings. Angels have wings” you couldn’t deny that it did make sense, but it was absolutely crazy, how could you be an angel. You couldn’t be could you?
Your family was completely normal. As far as you knew your mom, dad and brother were all human. You hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary, they were completely boring and stuck in their ways. Your mom was a teacher and dad was in the navy, your brother…well he was a hot mess but not supernatural. It didn’t make any sense. But what else could explain everything.
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“Dinozzo, Y/L/N” a voice called out
“Boss?” Dinozzo whispered
Footsteps could be heard approaching and if you were paying more attention you would have noticed. Your wings had yet to go away and you were very aware that your clothes were torn due to the wings sprouting from your body. One little tug and you would be exposing yourself to Dinozzo of all people.
Lost in thought you didn’t hear the conversation next to you. You’d had been trying to analyse your childhood and nitpick every little thing that could be a possible reason for your new…appendages? But nothing stood out. Unless you were adopted…however your parents had never stated or hinted as such. You were brought out of your thoughts when a body crouched in front of you.
“Y/N” the voice was muffled at first but the tried again “Y/N, sweetheart, can you hear me? Are you okay?” His hand was gentle when it stroked your upper arms in comfort.
Without thinking you nodded “I’m…” but the words didn’t come out.
“Just breath slowly for me okay, as beautiful as you and your wings are, we need to get you out of here.” he asked quietly, his eyes focused on yours and you couldn’t help but keep staring back. Eventually you felt something shift and then he was on his feet, moments later you felt warmth on your back and suddenly you were engulfed in his jacket and comforted instantly by the smell of him.
His arm went around your shoulders while he guided you out of the warehouse. Listening to McGee explain that they had caught the guy who pushed Tony and then came looking for you guys. You weren’t sure what what you were but at this point you didn’t care. You were too distracted by being in a certain someone’s arms and he didn’t look at you any differently.
Gibbs had rolled with the punches, from coming back from the dead to suddenly sprouting wings, his feelings hadn’t changed one bit and if he was a little more affectionate you didn’t complain.
Jethro walked back to you, determined and in a bad mood. He was grateful that you had already packed and could leave immediately.
The sooner you were out of the hospital, the better. Then you'd only have to act in front of each other and not in front of the entire hospital staff.
"Ready?" Gibbs grumbled at you as he entered your room and took your bag. "Yes," was your quiet and completely irritated reply. "What's WRONG with him all of a sudden?" you thought as you stood rooted to the spot and watched him turn around and immediately leave the room.
You were still dizzy from the blow to the head, but you hurried to follow him.
"We wish you both all the best and good luck!!" the nurses called after you as the elevator doors closed.
Without a word, Jethro packed your suitcase into the trunk while you climbed in on the passenger side. And the ride was correspondingly quiet—wherever it might lead.
After a while, you realized this wasn't the direction of your apartment. "Where are you going?" you asked him quietly. "Home," was his curt reply.
Those two words had to be enough for you, because he wasn't willing to say anything more. Instead, he concentrated on the traffic and thought about how to explain your current situation to you.
You were legally married to each other, and he wanted nothing more than that, but he had to fight it. Because his wishes weren't yours, and he had to accept that.
"What have I ever done to deserve this torture?" ran through his mind. He wanted to pull you into his arms and kiss you senseless until you couldn't help but stay with him.
But that wasn't an option. Your wishes were more important to him than his. So he resigned himself to his fate — even if it broke his heart into a thousand pieces.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice you becoming increasingly restless. "What's going on? Where is he taking me? He seems so different, so distant," you thought worriedly. Because, for the life of you, you couldn't explain his changed behavior.
But you already arrived at Gibbs' house. He glanced at you and explained briefly: "You're staying with me for now."
Then he got out, grabbed your suitcase, and went into the house, firmly assuming you were following him.
Hesitantly, you went after him, noticing that his front door wasn't locked. Very odd. But knowing your boss, he certainly had his reasons for it.
The house's furnishings were functional. They were practically a spitting image of the owner. He walked through the rooms, explained what each room was or where it led, and then went up the stairs.
The first room on the left was the bathroom, the room next to it was the guest room and there were also two doors on the other side of the hall. Opposite the guest room was a second guest room, and next to it... "This is my room. If you need anything at night, you'll probably find me in the living room or the basement," Gibbs explained succinctly.
"Why isn't he sleeping in his own bed?" you wondered. But his dismissive expression and grumpy demeanor suggested you shouldn't ask.
He opened the door to the guest room diagonally across from his room. "You'll be staying here during your recovery and until we’ve resolved the current situation," he said, placing your suitcase on the bed for you to unpack.
You had a thousand questions, but couldn't think of any. To clear your mind, you unpacked while he went down to his basement.
A while later, you found him right there. Wearing his old work clothes, he was sanding the wood of the boat with concentration and almost loving care. The quiet, steady sound had a calming and clarifying effect. Maybe you should learn to build boats too? Maybe he would even teach you how?
But first, you needed to know what had upset him so much. So you gathered your courage and spoke quietly to him: "I'm done unpacking, but..."
When Jethro heard your voice, he stopped mid-movement. Then he asked just as quietly: "But WHAT?"
He already had an idea about what you wanted to know. But he wanted to hear it from you.
Wringing your hands, you wondered if you should really ask him, but you needed clarity: "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly in such a bad mood?" It didn't make sense to you.
He turned to you, stared at you with a steady gaze, and told you, "Because we are actually legally married."
Wow, that took some time to sink in. You hadn't expected that, but you didn't think it was that bad.
Actually, you thought it was quite good.
A hopeful smile crept across your face as he threw the sanding block into the corner and hissed in a biting tone, "Congratulations on your marriage, MRS. GIBBS."
(To be continued in Chapter 24.)
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Here you will find the other chapters of this story
Pairing: Gibbs x Reader
Warning: Mention of injury
A/N: Things have been a bit busier at work recently. But here is a new fic that popped into my head. Not sure where it came from, I plan for a small multi chapter though.
The day had started out like any other, gathering evidence and reading people’s behaviour to find the bad guy, this time your team was closing in on a terrorist.
The suspect had threatened to blow up a well populated area, knowing the severity of the situation you did your best to clear out the building. The injuries were minimal but you and a couple of others were hit by stray shrapnel.
You hadn’t realised it at first as nothing hurt, it was only when you started feeling faint that you took notice that your stomach hurt. Glancing down the piece metal protruding from your abdomen alerted yourself and the others that you needed medical attention. The blood was spreading and then things went dark.
The next time you woke up you were lying in a bed and staring at a white ceiling. Taking a look to your surroundings you figured out you were in a hospital bed and feeling quite sore. Something must have alerted a nurse of your conscious state as the next moment your vitals were checked along with the bandaged area.
Once the nurse left a woman in a white coat entered and you had assumed it was your doctor.
“Glad to see you awake. I’m Doctor Reynolds, how are you feeling” she asked
“Good, I think I passed out before I could feel the pain” you answered quietly.
“We removed the metal from your lower abdomen, although we took you to the surgery wing, we were fortunate enough that you didn’t need it. The piece of metal was removed without any damage to surrounding areas. You’re lucky because if it was any lower, we might not have been able to save the baby”
“I’m sorry…..the what now?!” You thought you must have misheard the doctor. Waking up from surgery after you’d been impaled with a piece of metal from an explosion, you were not expecting to hear the words baby coming out of the doctors mouth.
“You didn’t know” she added by seeing the look of confusion on your face.
“Oh yeah I…I…definitely knew….I knew absolutely nothing!” You gulped and took a deep breath, not quite believing the situation you found yourself in.
Maybe it was shock, or just needing to get it off your chest but the unfortunate doctor got the brunt of your rant. “My ex-husband divorces me because I couldn’t get pregnant and now you're saying a guy I only slept with once got me pregnant, he must have super sperm or something! How’s this possible?!” Doctor Willis didn’t add anything further, by the look on her face she didn’t really have any answers and only gave straight facts.
“I’m not really specialised in Obstetrics to answer the how. But the good news is your baby is healthy. I’ve already called the OB who over saw your care, they should be in to see you soon.”
If this was years ago, you would have been ecstatic, but so much had changed now. For one you were single, although you had a great job could you really make it work. But you really really wanted this baby. The question was could you really be a mom now?
“Are you sure I’m pregnant?” You looked at the doctor
“Yes, you're 15 weeks along. Baby looks strong and healthy” That took your breath away. You lifted your hand to your mouth in disbelief and unable to stop the tears building in your eyes, your emotions were everywhere. Lost in thought you didn’t see the doctor leave the room.
This little baby had made it passed the 3 month mark. Years ago you had come to the conclusion that kids were never on the cards for you. It was the whole reason you were divorced. Your ex-husband Joe wanted a family so bad but it was the one thing your body couldn’t give him. He wouldn’t even try any other way other than the natural way. You had to come to terms with being childfree, and his views on everything after it all came to a head made you consider divorce. However, he’d ended up getting his mistress pregnant. So he beat you to it. Yep to rub salt in the wound, he was having an affair and pushed for divorce once he’d got what he wanted…fatherhood.
Now here you were past the 3 month mark of a pregnancy you knew nothing about. Everything you wanted all those years ago was coming to fruition now, just much later than you expected. Could you do this on your own? Did you have to do it on your own?
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You’d only been to his house a handful of times. Your jobs didn’t intertwine too much, but you knew of him. And now you were about to drop a metaphorical bomb on him.
Having noticed before that he didn’t lock his front door, using that information you went inside with a bottle of bourbon in hand. When you saw the empty room you knew that he was down in the basement. Making your way towards the sound of sanding, you took a deep breath as you made your way down the stairs.
Hearing your footsteps you watched as Gibbs stopped his movements and followed you with his eyes. You were careful when going down the stairs, you were still recovering from your stint in the hospital. Smiling at the man in front of you, you tried to keep your nerves in check.
“Everything okay?” He asked you
“We..uh…we need to talk” you replied nervously, frustrated that your voice betrayed you.
He gave you a slightly concerned look back, but not wanting to push too much he instead focused on the bourbon in your hands, you watched as he grabbed two jars from his workstation and empties them out. Without thinking you twist the cap on the bottle and pour out some amber liquid.
Taking the glass you took a swig. Eyes widening at what you were doing and and instantly spitting it back out into the glass with regret displaying on your face.
“What the hell am I doing?!” You said to yourself.
“I didn’t think I would be nearing 40, divorced because my cheating ex husband got his wish of a baby I couldn’t give him” you emphasised the last part as you always believed you were the reason for being childless.
Then before Gibbs could say anything you continued on. “Then I get blown up and end up in hospital! How’s that safe for a baby?! I get shot at, now blown up too and you! You get hurt more than I do! how can we possibly raise a child like that?!” You put the jar to your lips again and it was quickly removed from your hands.
Gazing at the blue eyes staring back at you, it suddenly dawned on you what you had just said.
“Y/N” he called out to you
“Oh…god! I…I….this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you, I’m…I’m terrible at this.”
“Y/N” he called again but you seemed to be lost in thought as you carried on as if he hadn’t spoke at all.
“Actually I didn’t have a plan at all, just thought I’d hand you bourbon to soften the blow…but looks like I’m the one in shock..I didn’t think you’d be so calm….why are you so calm?” you couldn’t stop rambling, the words just kept coming, but if you had paid attention to the man opposite you, he was half smiling at the chaotic mess that stood before him.
“Y/N” he called once more and this time you looked back at him. “Take a breath, now I think I got everything, but tell me again…slowly”
Nodding at his request, you took a deep breath and slowed your thoughts down. “A bomb went off in my last case, a piece of metal was removed at the hospital, I got released earlier today.”
“We will be coming back to that, but what else” Gibbs voice was gentle as he stepped closer to you.
“Doctor said I was lucky and that the baby was safe. I’m apparently 15 weeks” you couldn’t help the tears that slipped down your cheek at knowing you were having a baby, automatically putting a hand to your stomach.
“What are you saying Y/N?” He asked quietly, not trying to be too hopeful in his conclusion. But he needed you to say it.
“I'm saying I’m pregnant, I’m having your baby. I haven’t been with anyone else. So it can only be yours”
He blew out a breath as you waited for a response. But what you didn’t expect was for him to put his hand on your stomach and then pull you tightly into him. He kissed your temple and when you finally came back to yourself you responded by wrapping your arms around him, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
You weren’t sure how all this was going to work out. You weren’t even in a relationship together, but he seemed to be happy about the news, so maybe you could make this work.
Here you were again settling into a lab that wasn’t your own. Although the room was familiar nothing was yours and everything was in the wrong place, but you were only covering for a week this time. Abby was going to some conference on the other side of the country, which meant Vance called you in again.
Someone must have warned Abby that you were covering her again as you distinctly notice the lack of post-it notes this time around. You quickly gave Major Mass Spec the evil eye, that machine was the bane of your existence last time you were here. Nothing short of threatening made that thing work, it was an impressive feat to have a machine be so loyal and be such a royal pain in the ass to everyone else.
The manual was no where in sight, although you didn’t expect to see it again. Not when you’d shredded half the instructions in it. You’d blame it on the gremlins if anyone asked, they didn’t really expect you to follow instructions taken from the classic 80s film and if they did it was more for yourself than the computer. You barely drank anything other than coffee, you didn’t eat after midnight and if you could you’d spend your time locked inside.
One thing that did make you happy was seeing those deep blue eyes that worked in the same building. It definitely helped that he was great to look at, man of few words and had a killer smile to rub in how perfect he was.
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You were deep in thought when you were interrupted by a female voice. “Abby?” She called out but when you turned around to face her she quickly winced “Sorry”
“I’m afraid not, but I’ll give you a pass. We’ve never been introduced. Y/N L/N I’m covering Abby for a few days.” you held your hand out to her and happily felt her shake your hand.
“Ziva David”
“Well nice to meet you Ziva, I haven’t actually got anything for you yet, the camera was too grainy to see anything, so I’m trying to clear it up.” She gave you a nod in return and stood watching you continue your work.
It was a comfortable silence which didn’t bother you and Ziva seemed more than happy to stand there next to you.
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“You’re not Abby” you heard a voice say behind you. Rolling your eyes you turned around while crossing your arms and glaring at the intruder.
You knew his voice you’d been through this song and dance before.
“Hmmm, well seeing as you have a lack of blue eyes and a smile that's anything but charming, I’m going to say you’re not Gibbs.” You quickly quipped back at him while turning back to your evidence.
“I’m charming, tell not Abby I’m charming McGee!”
Now that got your attention. You gave a stern look over your shoulder and then without thinking about it you put a hand on their shoulders and led them straight out of the room and closed the door, locking it afterwards. You felt a bit sorry for the other agent, he seemed apologetic but you didn’t want anyone in your lab.
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Gibbs wasn’t sure what he had walked into when he went down to the lab, what he didn’t expect to see was the lab door closed with Dinozzo and McGee standing outside whispering to each other. He stood behind them for a moment until he interrupted.
“What did you do?” He asked pointing at the closed door, he just knew one of them was to blame, he’d put his money on his senior field agent.
Both McGee and Dinozzo went stock still “Nothing boss” Tony tried to say casually, while shrugging his shoulders in confusion but failing miserably as his voice betrayed him.
Gibbs continued to stare at them both. Tony held strong but it was McGee who started to get fidgety under the pressure “he called her not Abby boss”
“McTattle tale!” Dinozzo whispered harshly to his teammate. Quickly looking to Gibbs as he tried to explain “Slip of the tongue Boss, nothing meant by it and then she kicked us out and well…” lifting a hand to the obviously closed door.
The head slap came slightly unexpectedly but it always gave him results. He just wished it didn’t impact the case that they were currently on.
Watching the two rub the backs of their heads, the silver haired man kept staring until it got uncomfortable, which in turn caused them to stutter “I’ve got a phone call to make…” McGee nervously said and while Dinozzo was opening his mouth to say something when the door in front of them opened.
“Thank y….” his speech died on his lips when just an arm reached out and grabbed his bosses hand pulling him into the lab and then the door was closed again.
Looking at each other “how does she always know when Gibbs is here?” McGee couldn’t answer his partners questions and pulled Dinozzo into the elevator.
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“You okay?” He asked you after you’d closed the door. You watched as he looked around the lab to check nothing was out of sorts.
“You just made my day a whole lot better” you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the computer. His agents may have annoyed you but that didn’t mean you hadn’t done your job.
“Now I’ve managed to get a hit on the bullet found at the scene. It matches to a gun used in a robbery 5 years ago.” You filled him in but noticed he was looking at your attire under the lab coat.
He smirked at you and asked “Going somewhere?”
“Well had a hot date planned, but the guy might flake. Busy with work was all I got in the message” you said while shrugging nonchalantly. You’d been through this all before.
Getting an idea you grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down on it. Quickly grabbing tape, you handed everything to Gibbs “can you put that on the door for me”
“Is this really necessary?” He asked while reading the message
Y/N L/N’s LAB, if you call me Abby no one will find your body.
He chuckled at the threat. “Scared that I might actually murder your agent?” You jokingly say. You laughed at him contemplate his answer and finally watched him put the message on the door. You shook your head while chuckling at the silver fox before you. You had definitely missed someone like him at your own lab.
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Gibbs had let everyone go home surprisingly, the evidence wasn’t currently enough to convict the suspect. So while they waited he had other things to do, he let his team go for the night but with the assurance that they would be straight on it in the morning.
His team watched as he grabbed his jacket and moved straight to the elevator, taking his lead the others followed. Grabbing their bags and heading out to their cars.
Dinozzo was teasing McGee when he stopped walking to his car, Ziva and Tim swiftly bumping into his back as they followed his eyes.
McGee laughed and said “looks like you're going to have to learn her name if you don’t want Gibbs to kill you” Dinozzo turned and gave a glare at his counterpart.
“Tony, Y/N has worked here before no? How can you not know her name? She was very nice when I met her, she did say she was going for a date tonight, I guess we know who” Ziva added while nodding towards the duo in front of them.
They watched as Gibbs pulled you close and kissed you before pulling away and helping you get in the car. He closed the door and moved around to the driver side, the car started and they watched him drive away smiling at his passenger.
Maybe this little prank had gone a little far but you had been good friends for years. Through working with Tobias Fornell you met Gibbs and became witness to their weird bromance?. You slowly got to know the man, so long in fact that you’d even met all of his ex-wives. Although Diane was an exception as she was married to Tobias when you’d met and who was coincidently also Gibbs ex-wife.
You’d shown Gibbs a few fishing spots that you’d gone to with your own father when Tobias had asked and obviously you came across each other in your line of work. Working for the FBI and with Fornell often your paths crossed. He had become a close friend over the years and it did amuse you how much people didn’t know about the man.
Now here you were standing in the middle of his office trying to convince him that he had to attend a Gala. For one it was pay back and two you really did need a date and three it was his fault that you didn’t have a date due to his announcement that you were his new wife, fifth time being the charm as the saying goes.
But herein lies the problem. He wouldn’t agree.
“Nope” Gibbs replies while shaking his head, you kept staring at him hoping that it would make him change his mind but he was adamant.
“No..” he continued with the unwanted answer but you persisted. Finally exasperatedly you whisper to him “You got us into this mess, so be the dutiful husband you claim to be and escort me to the Gala. Apparently it’s wrong to ask men out for a date when I’m married.” At the last part you raised an eyebrow at him.
You knew he was a man of few words and he never went to things he didn’t want to unless it involved a dead body. But you were basically voluntold to attend this Gala by your director and you were NOT going solo. If you had to drag your fake husband to the event against his will, you bloody well would!
“Get Tobias to take you” he later replied
“You know what, I will. He owes me a favour anyway and he definitely knows how to entertain and people won’t think I’m having an affair!.” You said your piece and turned around ignoring the looks from his team as you walked towards the elevator.
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You were working on your car when you felt a presence behind you.
Carefully removing your hand from the engine, you pick up a rag and turned to the intruder, casually wiping your hands. You lent on the car and looked at the uninvited guest.
“Welcome in, make yourself at home”
“I will, it’s my home too according to a lot of people apparently” he held a coy smile as he looked at your face, hiding a chuckle at the black marks littering your face from the car oil.
“How’d you get past Titan” you asked talking about the German Shepard you had adopted. He had been somewhat a guard dog, he was very protective of you.
“Oh that big softie…we had an agreement. Turns out he knows who the man of the house is” at that he smiled wildly and you hated to admit it but his smile was great to look at. You wished he smiled more but you knew why he didn’t and you didn’t blame him.
“Typical! Little traitor” as you glanced down at your dog sniffing around the man in front of you like he was his new favourite thing. Couldn’t argue though the blue eye man was becoming your new favourite thing too.
“What has you breaking into my place tonight Jay?” You fold your arms as you await his answer.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Not wanting to stand in awkwardness any longer, you walk out of the garage and into your kitchen and grab two glasses. You grab a bottle from your shelf and wave it at him for permission, at his nod you pour out the whiskey and hand him the glass.
You take a sip while watching as he does the same. After a beat he finally speaks “Still need a date to the Gala?” Staring deeply into your eyes
Breaking the hold he has on you “You asking?” Taking another sip watching for his reaction.
“Come on Y/N, I’m not begging. I’ll take ya, but I don’t dance” he states to you bluntly, it’s not the best proposal for a date but you would take what you can, it was like pulling teeth with this man.
“We’ll see about that” was all you could say as you down the last of your drink. He only stayed long enough to organise timings of pick up and where and then he was gone.
What had you gotten yourself into?
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The Gala was extravagant as you expected. You’d walked around with Gibbs’ arm wrapped around your waist for most the night. You had mingled and schmoozed like you were told to. You had a way with people and the director knew that and used it to his advantage. But at least the man on your arm was making it worth it.
It had definitely been a fun night, he had you laughing at somethings which made your sides hurt. And even though in his initial proposal he said he refused to dance, well you managed to get him on the dance floor anyway.
Gibbs had told stories about the two of you. How you had met through a mutual friend, even funny innocent stories to help conversation flow. It had been an amazing night and you were surprised how easy it was to be ‘Mrs Gibbs’. Shame it wasn’t real. He played the husband role very well.
When the Gala was coming to a close and the music stopped, you looked at the back of his head as he grabbed your coat.
“I knew I’d only get you to go with me if you thought you’d get to shoot someone” you say behind him as he scopes out the room for the last time while picking up the garment, at your admittance he whips round quickly.
“What?”
“There was no threat to my life, Well there was a threat but only to you, if you had continued to let me suffer this event solo.” You shrug your shoulders as you walk away cheerily at the astonished look on his face.
“You mean Leon had me guard you when there was no reason for me to be here!” he continued to ask, his voicing raising a little at the realisation he had been played.
At his question you stopped walking and turned directly to him. “Oh come on…You weren’t going to come unless someone was going to end up in a body bag, so I took matters into my own hands and asked a favour. Remind me to send something to Jackie” You smirked as the realisation dawned on his face that he had connected the dots.
“And let’s be real here, if anyone’s life was at stake it would be yours! Everyone loves me!” And that was true. You may be a federal agent but so far no one had ever made a threat to your life, and most people would say you were great to work with, even the directors liked you. You were friends with everyone.
You smiled at the look of disbelief on his face and then you couldn’t help yourself and finally let out a laugh. Finally coming back to himself you heard him laugh as well and shake his head at your antics.
“Well played Y/N. Gotta admit if marriage was like this I wouldn’t have had 3 ex-wives.” He helped you put on your coat on as his words lingered in the air.
Not wanting things to be awkward, you slipped your arm into loop of his and pulled him towards the door. “Come on, wifey is hungry. Need a steak to fill the large gap from the grass food they served tonight.” He let out a small chuckle and followed your lead down the street.
Yeah you didn’t mind being married if it was like this
He felt like he was going crazy and abandoning you. Someone had tried to kill you less than an hour ago, and he couldn't shake that off so easily.
Gibbs was worried about you, but he was rational enough to know that a stern look wouldn't intimidate the woman. So he tried to reach her soft, understanding side, looking at her pleadingly and pitifully.
"Surely no woman can resist that faithful puppy-dog look from your impressive eyes..." she stated in a gentle voice with a soft laugh.
"I can see that you have very strong feelings for the patient. Are you her husband?" she asked.
Jethro glanced briefly at his shoes and then back at her. "From the looks of it...yes," he answered cautiously.
She frowned briefly, but then nodded: "She's certainly very lucky."
Gibbs gave her a pained smile and thought to himself: "If only she knew..." "I'd love to have such a loving, caring husband...do you have a brother?" she asked with a wink.
"No, he doesn't. But he'll be free again soon," Jenny's voice suddenly sounded behind them.
Gibbs turned around and saw Jenny standing before them with a self-satisfied, yet threatening smile.
"But don't get your hopes up, because then he'll be mine," she continued, addressing the nurse.
She couldn't believe what she had just heard. It was obvious to her that Jethro only had eyes for his wife.
He, however, was furious.
"Please excuse us. I need to speak to the lady for a moment and apparently clarify something," he said firmly, grabbing Jenny's upper arm and dragging her a few meters out of earshot.
Confident of victory, she smiled at him, but his cold gaze should have frozen her to ice.
"Don't you dare interfere in our relationship. It's none of your business," he threatened.
But Shepard was unfazed and snorted contemptuously. "Oh, Jethro, stop it. Don't act like you care about her and this marriage."
With that, she had put her finger into a wide-open, fresh wound that hurt like hell. Trying to keep his cool, he narrowed his eyes and replied quietly, "Yes, this marriage wasn't planned. But it's entirely OUR business."
She laughed maliciously, "Of course it's YOUR business. But tell me: how long do you think it will last this time? A month, or maybe even two?"
Her tone was sharp, and Jethro began to become seriously worried about you. He knew what she was capable of, and his protectiveness toward you grew exponentially.
Simultaneously, his hatred for her grew, and he gradually began to feel that this wouldn't end well.
At that moment, your attending physician approached him: "Mr. Gibbs? May I speak with you for a moment?"
Jethro looked at the man sharply, but could not tell whether he brought positive or negative news.
"Oh God, please let it be good news," he mentally pleaded from the depths of his heart, his fear for you rising.
"Yes, of course. I'll come," he answered the doctor.
But first, he had something to get off his chest. So he turned back to Jenny, looked her straight in the eye, and said with contempt, "I can't believe I ever found anything special about you."
With that, he turned around, left her standing there, and walked to the doctor. She gasped in shock and finally stormed out of the hospital.
"The final word on this matter hasn't been spoken yet, I'll make sure of that. You're mine and you still love me. You just don't want to admit it. But I'll prove it to you," Shepard thought angrily and began to plot how to drive a wedge between you.
Meanwhile, the doctor on duty informed the boss of your findings: "Mr. Gibbs, first things first: she's doing well considering the circumstances."
Gibbs exhaled with relief: "Thank goodness!"
Matthews nodded: "Yes, she got lucky. She has a bump from a blow to the head and will have a headache for a few days. Otherwise, her throat is slightly bruised and she has bruises from choking, but that too will completely disappear in the next few days. In short: she'll make a full recovery."
"That's good news, thank you."
"No problem. We'll keep her here overnight just to be safe. Are there any relatives we should inform?" Matthews asked.
Now things were getting difficult. What should Gibbs tell him? You had no relatives, he knew that. But he couldn't yet verify whether your marriage was actually legally binding.
No matter. He decided to go with the facts for now and therefore answered correctly:
"No, she has no relatives other than me."
The doctor looked at him, confused: "I assume you're her boss?"
Gibbs nodded in confirmation: "Yes."
Then he added: "And her husband."
(To be continued in Chapter 20.)
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This morning, the entire NCIS staff had to gather in the large meeting room because the director had an announcement to make.
You all had no idea what to expect and were correspondingly curious. Your mood was also very tense.
Everyone wondered what the reason for this action was. But it had to be something bigger, because even Gibbs was participating.
But you and your colleagues couldn't get any further with your speculations before Director Vance appeared on the podium and the room became quiet.
He looked around and then began his speech in a routine manner:
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Since you're all probably wondering why we're gathered here, I won't keep you guessing any longer."
He paused for a moment and it was so silent that you could have heard a pin drop.
Then he took a deep breath and continued:
"Our premises will be undergoing renovations over the next two weeks. This means we'll have to be closer together during that time."
Murmurs could be heard throughout the room, steadily growing louder.
"Gentlemen!" Vance called to you, urging you to be quiet. His gaze hardened to nip any resistance in the bud.
Then he continued: "To avoid arguments, I've taken the trouble to draw up a seating plan. EVERYONE has to adhere to it. And when I say EVERYONE, I mean EVERYONE."
As he finished his last sentence, the director looked directly in your direction. "Me? What have I done?" you asked yourself nervously.
But then a deep growl sounded diagonally behind you, clearly expressing the displeasure of the owner of the voice.
Of course. Gibbs. You could pick out his voice among thousands, because it gave you goosebumps every time. There was something about his voice that got under your skin and touched your very core.
And the man himself was also a sight to behold. Tall, slim, well-built, salt and pepper hair, bright steel-blue eyes you could drown in, and a charisma that was absolutely impressive and stunning…and that tolerated no contradiction.
It didn't surprise you that women fell at his feet in droves and ran after him. Many of his colleagues envied him for that. But he...he ignored most women.
He preferred to work alone on his boat in the basement of his house. And only a few women managed to capture his attention enough for him to take a second look and maybe even go out with them.
A behavior that raised some questions, but no one dared to ask them. But his entire demeanor and the way he carried himself proved that he was well aware of his appearance and, above all, his effect on women.
Then another voice abruptly pulled you out of your thoughts...Vance.
"I'm asking the team leaders to come here and pick up the seating charts. After that, you will be assigned your workstations for the next two weeks. This reassignment is effective IMMEDIATELY."
He looked around one last time, smoothed his jacket, and said goodbye: "Thank you for your attention."
He then distributed the charts and returned to his office, while the individual teams gathered around their respective team leaders.
Your boss informed each of your colleagues one by one about their temporary seating and roommates, until you were the last one left.
The last one...not a good feeling. Anxiety and concern spread through you. "Who will be sharing my room? I hope it's someone nice and sociable, someone I can maybe chat with for a few sentences and have a laugh," you hoped.
But somehow Sally didn't look particularly positive, but rather pitying. Why?
She took a deep breath, gently placed a hand on your shoulder, and said, "Y/N. You'll be staying on the second floor in room 223 for the next two weeks."
It was a nice and large room; it could have been worse. You smiled at her confidently. "The room is great, thank you!"
She sighed. "Let's see if you're still happy in a minute. Because the room is a small compensation for your roommate."
"Compensation?" you asked her, now unsure. Who could be so unbearable that others had to be compensated for their enforced company?
"Yes, compensation," she continued. "Because he's not at all thrilled about the whole thing and will probably make you feel it."
"And who is it?" you finally wanted to know curiously.
Sally gently and amicably brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. She had to encourage herself, because she didn't like sharing what she had to tell you.
Sally gently and kindly brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. She had to encourage herself, because she didn’t like to share what she had to tell you.
But she had no influence on Vance who refused to listen.
Finally, she looked you straight in the eyes and said simply, "It's Gibbs."
(To be continued in Chapter 2.)
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”Hey Y/N, your husband is here” said one of your Agents.
“Oh yeah what does my hypothetical husband look like” you asked while continuing to look down at your report.
“Salt and pepper hair, Blue eyes, quite tall, has a mean stare.”
”Huh?” you responded confusedly. They were very specific in their description and when you looked up Gibbs was there with a very proud look on his face, smirking away.
“Gibbs….what did you do..?” You asked slowly.
“Is that how you greet your husband, come on! We’re newlyweds and I came to visit my wife at work” Gibbs smirk got even bigger as he saw your face. You glanced over his shoulder to see your Agent still watching the two of you. He definitely did this on purpose, he was getting back at you for stealing his case.
He wasn’t getting away with this that easily. So you decided to play along. “Oh babe, that’s so sweet.” You put your hand to his cheek and gently pinched it, then filled the silence with “I must have newlywed brain. It just slipped my mind, it must be the missing wedding ring” you emphasise this by waving your ringless hand in front of him for everyone else to see as well.
He squinted his eyes at your mischievous grin, almost making him regret this, almost.
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“Is there something you want to tell me? Tobias suddenly asked as he stormed into your office. Did no one understand privacy anymore.
“I don’t think so, why” you replied back
“The whole office is talking about you getting married!” You quickly stepped around your desk and covered his mouth with your hand.
“Shhhh!!!!”
“Where was my invite, I thought we were friends and SINCE WHEN WERE YOU DATING!” He quietly yelled. Trying not to attract too much attention to you both. You may have had an office but it didn’t mean there weren’t windows and the definitely weren’t soundproof.
“I’m not dating anyone! Gibbs thought it would be hilarious to announce our fake nuptials to the most gossipy person in this office! Surprising since she’s a federal agent and our best undercover agent at that.”
“What? Gibbs did this” at his question you nodded.
“Now I’m going to make him pay” you say while smirking at you good friend while a plan starts to form in your head.
|NCIS|
“Jethro, I received your Thank you card, nice touch. The new Mrs Gibbs told me it was your idea.” Said Tobias as he walked into the bullpen alongside you.
“Huh?” Gibbs replied.
“Mrs Gibbs?…You got married again boss?” Dinozzo asked.
Before you let Gibbs reply, you answered for him “Yeah we did, sorry. It was a sudden decision and we eloped, didn’t want to wait another minute” showing off a big smile to the man who started this all.
You could see eyes checking you out, especially from his team but you kept up the facade and tried to not give anything away.
“Did he not give you a ring?” Ziva David then asked.
”Well due to 3 ex wives and alimony payments, he kinda skimped on the ring and it turned my finger green. So we are trying to decide on another one.”
You wasn’t sure if he would crack, but Gibbs actually laughed loudly when you proceeded to hand him the ring brochure.
“Okay Mrs Gibbs, you win this one” he walked towards you, ignoring the faces of his team and kissed your cheek while still holding a big smile on his face. He took a Quick Look at the brochure, shook his head a little and chuckled while still holding you in his arms.
You had only asked for one thing and that was to have one night this month uninterrupted with Gibbs. You never asked anything of the man as you knew if he wasn’t married to you, he was married to his job.
But today of all days he had yet to close the case and it was starting to eat into your planned Date Night. Put on some nice clothes, maybe have a little alcohol and then back to the house to have some fun. Only this wasn’t going as planned you were not dressed up, you’d had nothing to drink and you were not having fun seeing as your date had yet to break the suspect.
So here you were, facing the suspect yourself. You’d stormed to the office building and interrupted a silent interview. Silent being that the suspect was yet to speak and Gibbs was waiting him out.
Facing your husband you ask “Do you know what time it is?” You raised your eyebrow as the man in front of you was going to placate you somehow, but you didn’t give him chance.
“I asked for one thing and you promised”
“Can we take this outside” Gibbs replied back more gentle than you expected. But the moment was ruined when you heard the suspect start to mock your husband.
“Do you mind?…you’re ruining date night!” you raised your voice at the suspect. You turned your body and raised an eyebrow while crossing your arms. You were so done with the situation
Looking him over you quickly got a read on him. He would think twice about messing with you and your date nights.
“Does your wife know that you’re having an affair with your subordinate?” You chuckled as the man gulped just slightly and clenched his hands. You were getting somewhere. “No, no I don’t think she does. But I’ll tell you a secret, she already knows. She’s leaving you, and when she does she’s taking everything with her. Everything. And your bit on the side got you to be her patsy in the end, just like she planned.”
At the word patsy, the suspect looked back at you confused. You waited for him to figure it out.
“No, no it was Katie…she…”
You stopped listening after that. You leaned towards your husband and whispered “1 hour” and you quietly left the room knowing that a confession was coming.
|NCIS|
Nick Torres was standing in the observation room when he saw the interruption. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched his boss just sit there and watch someone interrupt his interrogation and then speak to the suspect no less!
The Gibbs he knew wouldn’t stand for that and he’d punished them for less. The head slap the first time was a decent reminder.
“What just happened?! No one breaks Rule 22! Gibbs had me on coffee duty for a week just for walking in and we caught the guy.” Torres exclaimed
He could only turn to McGee and get his colleagues input.
“Come on McGee, she must be absolutely crazy or pyscho to do that. Actually it was impressive but she’s one crazy woman”
He didn’t get to say anything else when he felt a powerful whack against the back of his head. He immediately and instantly said “Gibbs, I didn’t mean…”
“Yeah…what did you mean?”
“Just that she’s one scary woman…” Torres started to say but at the stare he was getting from Gibbs he quickly continued on getting the idea that he didn’t like the insult against his wife. “I mean she figured out the suspect that’s got to be some kind of skill. It’s kind of scary you know”
“I know, it’s why I married her” Gibbs replied back. The silver haired man handed the file to McGee and then walked back out of the observation room, he loved you endlessly but he didn’t want to push his luck now. Torres was right you was scary, that’s precisely why he was heading home to keep his promise.
|NCIS|
Gibbs had left the paperwork for McGee and Torres to complete. He could always hand in the file to Vance in the morning. He was on a time crunch to get home and keep the promise he made his wife.
He chuckled when he thought back to when you entered the interrogation room, immediately prepared to shout at the offender for interrupting but quickly stopped when he realized it was you. It was definitely unexpected and he wanted to explain privately but you didn't let him and in the end you got the job done. He was rather impressed the guy cracked so quick.
Entering the house he noticed music coming from upstairs and headed that way. He was pretty sure that you were getting ready and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw you all dressed up and ready to go.
"You're late" you say to him teasingly
The silver head fox looked at his watch and smirked "2 minutes and that was because your little show in interrogation caused Torres to realise how scary you are. In fact I think the word psycho was used to describe you." he chuckled as you didn't look insulted but rather proud of yourself. Seeing that face made him realise something and he decided to express it openly "I love you, you crazy woman. Don’t change."
The moment was finished with a kiss and then you were heading out.
“No I’m not. I think the 50 page manual she left with instructions on how NOT to wreck her lab and the 100s of post it notes would agree with you.” You glanced at the man talking to you while holding up said manual and briefly glaring at a yellow post-it labelled Major Mass Spec.
You were called in as a temporary Lab Technician by the director of NCIS. And so far you had encountered the lab covered in post it notes with either a name or warning, mostly warnings. When you finally got over the shock you noticed a folder labelled MANUAL and it was a step by step guide on how to use her lab, but also included ways you’d creatively die if her machines didn’t work when she returned. Overall you were a little annoyed that you were treated like a child when you’d worked in forensics for decades.
“Sorry, I’m Y/N L/N. I’ll get right on the evidence once I apparently…” you look down at the manual “turn on the computer but do not expose to bright light, no getting him wet and no feeding him after midnight…” taking a breath you continue “now I’m confused as the lab is full of light, pretty sure if I spill anything on it, it won’t work anyway and last I knew computers don’t eat, unless these instructions were for a pet gremlin named Gizmo, I have no idea what she’s left these instructions for.” You look up at the man with salt and pepper hair and see slight amusement on his face.
Then without a word he left the lab. You didn’t even get a name, but you didn’t need it anyway. His reputation was enough and also the warning from Leon Vance gave you was an indicator.
|NCIS|
“You’re not Abby” came another voice, different from the last one.
“What gave me away…” you deadpanned. Giving a glance at the man you deduced that it was Agent Anthony Dinozzo “Did no one get the memo that Abby was on leave?!”
“No?” He replied
“Is that a question?” You shook your head a little in disbelief and then went on to ask “What do you need Agent Dinozzo?”
“How’d you know my name?” The senior field agent asked.
“Im psychic….” She paused as his eyebrows furrowed and then gave him the real answer “Well I’ve already met Agent Gibbs, Ziva David is a woman, so between you and McGee I chose you, the cologne and expensive suit was enough to give you away”
Turning back to the computer you felt his presence once again. “Hey Gibbs, your victim Petty Officer Evans was given substance that paralyzes them. No match on the fabric found in the car yet.” You quickly typed into the computer and got the information on the big screen showing the drivers seat. After a few run through theories Gibbs figured it out.
“So Evans wasn’t driving” he added when looking at the screen.
“No he was in the passenger seat and was likely moved to the drivers seat. Find the other person and you may have your killer.”
“She’s not Abby but she’s quick as a whip and very attractive.” you head Dinozzo say as he followed Gibbs out the room, you laughed slightly when you heard a whack.
|NCIS|
“I know I’m not Abby, but I’m begging you please, please” you didn’t really know what possessed you to lean over the machine. But it had been spitting out blank pages all day and you were certain that the salt and peppered investigator would have something to say about the lack results you had gotten.
So here you were begging Mr Major Mass Spec to stop being stubborn and work with you instead of against you.
“Come on Major, do me a solid and give me the results! I’m not above replacing you!” Great, you were losing the plot and threatening a machine.
“Does that usually work?” His voice sounded throughout the lab. You notice Gibbs walk in but you were pretty annoyed that this machine was playing up.
“Bribery?…Usually” you smiled back at the man. You’d been in the lab for 2 weeks now and had settled in a little, but for some reason this devil of a machine decided it would just ignore everything you wanted it to do.
“That’s it! I’m unplugging you!” Just as the words came out there was a whirring noise and a piece of paper appeared at the top.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow and then gave you an impressed look. “Huh I was expecting a HAHA printed on the report, but I guess not.” Taking the paper, you relayed the information to Gibbs.
“Looks like the substance found in the syringe was snake venom, a pretty high dose too.” You continued to give him a rundown of all the other bits of evidence you had run and then he was gone.
|NCIS|
You weren’t sure whether to be happy or mad.
You were mad to be called out to the lab, you were out on a date and dressed to the nines, your date had taken you to the poshest restaurant around and your attire matched. However he didn’t. Your date didn’t stop talking about himself and when he did, it was to make a sexist comment. So you were happy to have the excuse to leave the disaster of a date.
You could tell the question of if you wanted to go back to his place was on the tip of his tongue, but you were relieved the moment your phone rang. Leaving your date to pay, you hailed a cab to take you to the lab. With Gibbs being the lead on the case you didn’t have time to stop home.
Quickly getting to work on the evidence you were slowly becoming less annoyed and more relaxed. Forensics was your happy place. With music in the background to ease all the silence you sung along to the music playing in the lab.
You don’t know how he did it, but the man moved around like a ninja. You’d even checked his shoes and their wasn’t anything on them to suggest his steps were muffled in any way, the man must be either part ninja or part cat, either way he was silent with his steps.
What almost made you laugh was how you always knew it was him, even with your eyes peering through a microscope at a fibre found on the dead body. Something instinctively told you that he was in the room and without looking up you said “Hey Gibbs” you felt him halt for a second and he was most likely giving you a once over to check if you’d seen him come in, but that only made you smile more.
You wouldn’t tell him that you also had a sensitive sense of smell and that sawdust reached your nose whenever he was around. You never complained, you quite liked it in fact.
“Sure you don’t want to be an agent..?” He asked as once again you’d caught him. “Positive! People are too peopley, I’m afraid I’d shoot them before asking questions.” Gibbs nodded holding in a small smile, at least you were honest.
“Do you have anything for me Y/N?” He asked gently, you noticed he was looking at your new work attire.
“Actually I do. The DNA matched Petty Officer Henderson, but the second bit of DNA was female and not in the database. Of the three fingerprints found at the scene. One matched the Petty Officer, and the one to a Commander Sebastian Barnes, the other is unknown.” You quickly rattled off.
Gibbs nodded his head “Interrupt your night?” he asked pointing to your dress and shoes.
“Nope, dud date, it’s a bit sad to think that I was happiest tonight when I got called in. Guy spoke about himself the entire night, this is why I’m not an agent. Would have shot someone just for the excuse to leave.” You actually heard him chuckle this time.
You didn’t know why people were so scared of him, so far all interactions with him were pleasant and he genuinely asked you questions. Although you had seen one or two head slaps when he was with his team.
“Next time call me if you need an excuse” he said as he walked out the room.
This job wasn’t bad, it was only temporary but the blue eyed silver fox was definitely making you want to stay. Shame you weren’t Abby, you could ogle that man permanently.
|NCIS|
You were nose deep analysing some data while singing your favourite song playing through your earphones when the air shifted and you just knew who had walked in.
Gibbs didn’t even have a moment to say anything before you held your arm out and handed him a piece of paper with a picture of the suspects face.
Your eyes were still on the computer and you couldn’t help but glance at agent as his face scrunched slightly in confusion. You’d caught him out again and it made you giddy inside.
“I heard Abby’s coming back next week.” You didn’t expect that to come from his mouth but you nodded nonetheless.
“Yeah I’m afraid my time here is almost up. She gets her lab back and I can go back to scaring people back at my own place” you grinned at him when he chuckled. He understood what you meant. You had been doing it every time he entered the lab, knowing that he was there when it seemed like you were oblivious.
At your usual job it scared your coworkers, but Gibbs wasn’t scared if anything you thought he was having fun testing you. You had a feeling that no one had read him quite like you had. You’d definitely miss it, miss him.
|NCIS|
“You’re not Abby” he said
You turned around and smiled. “No, she’s just gone down to autopsy. I’m just picking up the last of my stuff” she nodded to a bag on the table.
“Dud date again?” Gibbs pointed to your attire, almost getting Déjà vu at the conversation. Shaking your head you laughed gently “Is it really a dud date if they don’t turn up?” You ask him rhetorically.
“No, no I guess not.” He answered
Picking up your bag, you turned to the attractive silver haired man and smiled at him “Until next time Agent Gibbs.”
You left the lab as Abby went in. Nodding to each other you said a silent goodbye to the place.
|NCIS|
You sat in the restaurant, beer in hand and watching the room full of customers. Hopefully this date wasn’t a dud.
Picking up your phone you read the message that said they were running late. At least you got notification of this one. You had only been waiting 10 minutes.
Your phone rang, answering it you hear “Well I didn’t get a call so I guess you don’t need an excuse” you smiled and reply “depends…are you going to save me”
“I don’t know, why don’t you turn around and find out.”
At that you turned around to see the blue eyed silver haired man that was named Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He kissed you on the cheek and moved to take his seat opposite you.
This time you smiled as you new the outcome of this date was going to be much better than the others.
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