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this blog is retired, find me at @noellawrites (:

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moving over to @noellawrites

hey guys! ive always wanted to do a blog with all of the fandoms I like, and I decided to start fresh over at @noellawrites if you guys want to check it out, make a request, or follow! as of right now, I'm not writing for NCIS, but chances are I will again in the future! thanks for sticking with me, but I really want to put my heart into something I'm passionate about! thank you!!

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Traitor

Tim McGee x reader

Summary: McGee’s girlfriend feels guilty when she must pose as an NCIS mole and is arrested in front of her team

Requested: nope! just got inspired

Words: 1,178

Warnings: spoilers for 6x8 and 6x9 (but those eps came out in 2008 so who rlly cares anyway), a bit o’ angst

Notes: I don’t own any dialogue from the eps listed above. also I was a dumbass who deleted this by accident so here it is again

You and Abby waited in her lab, Abby attempting to calm you down. You were about to expose yourself as the mole at NCIS in front of your boyfriend and all of your co-workers, and you were feeling a bit scared. This is what you were trained to do, you told yourself as an attempt to quell your nervousness.

Gibbs had approached you at the beginning of the mission, even before Ziva and Tony had broken into the classified navy building containing the top-secret Domino files. The Domino files contained the US plan in response to an attack on Israel.

He asked for yours and Abby’s help in making everyone believe that you were the mole, in order for Agent Lee to believe that she was no longer a suspect. Abby had concocted the same substance that was on the Domino file keyboard in the classified building. She dabbed the colorless, odorless chemical onto your fingers earlier that day, giving it time to settle. It would make the scanner beep during the scanning of your fingers, alerting everyone that you were the one who had accessed the files.

It was the perfect plan, really, to catch Agent Lee in the act of betrayal. She would believe that she had evaded suspicion, causing her to make another move with her co-conspirator. Even though Gibbs and Abby knew this plan, McGee, DiNozzo, Ziva and the others did not.

Abby answered the knock on her door and both of you were escorted out by security. You made your way to the evidence garage in complete silence.

You stood stone-still between Abby and Jimmy, nervous for Vance’s oncoming spiel.

“No one speak. If there is any confusion on why you’re here, it will soon become clear. Several of you were involved in a covert operation last night. The rest of you, whether you were aware or not, were in close enough proximity to have knowledge of some, if not all, of the details. The operation was designed to identify a security leak in our department.”

Sweat beaded above your brow. You wore a nervous expression at the order of Gibbs. Although you would’ve looked nervous anyway, even if he hadn’t told you to.

“One of you accessed the console on site. This will tell me who,” Director Vance finished, holding up the yellow handheld device, akin to a price scanner. A price scanner for guilty agents like you. Not you, you told yourself, stop thinking that you’re actually guilty.

“Until this matter is resolved, no one is to leave the building. There is a traitor in this room.” You looked downwards as Vance approached Gibbs and scanned his hands. Then Ducky, Tony and Ziva. As Vance passed Tim and Michelle to approach you, everyone’s heads turned. All eyes were on you in this pivotal moment.

“Show me your hands.”

You outstretched your palms as the scanner made its scratchy noise, telling Vance that he had found the traitor.

You lowered your arms. “Take Agent (y/l/n) into custody,” Vance ordered.

The only way to describe the faces of your co-workers was stunned and confused. You? Straight-laced Special Agent (y/l/n)? You were a valued and vetted member of Gibbs’ team. How could an agent like you commit such a treacherous crime?

-

You were waiting patiently in the interrogation room when your boyfriend and co-worker, Tim McGee, burst through the door.

“Alright. I’ve only got a minute. Gibbs is up with the Director right now trying to figure out who’s going to interrogate you,” he leaned in, closer to you, “(y/n), you have got to tell me what is going on.”

“Shut up, Tim. I won’t tell you anything.”

“You just told me to shut up.”

“I made a bad decision and now I have to take my punishment, okay?” you yelled. You were kind of getting into the act. Lying was becoming a bit of guilty fun.

“You’re lying, (y/n). I know you. I love you, for god sakes! You wouldn’t do this.”

“I’m going to prison for a long time, Tim. I’m sorry for betraying you.”

“(y/n), this is absurd! You are not a traitor. Why would you be? You love this country. You love NCIS. You love the team and you would never risk losing this job. (Y/n), you would never betray me.”

And he was right. You would never betray the team, especially him. Timothy, whom you had fallen in love with years ago. You two had kept your forbidden relationship a secret for almost two years before Gibbs told you that he’d known the whole time, giving both of you a simultaneous blessing and warning.

You would never betray Tony, who showed you the ropes when you were a young probie before McGee’s time. He was your mentor. You could never betray Ziva, who had taught you how to wield a knife, deal with men, and survive the life of being a badass female agent. She was your best friend. And you would never betray Gibbs, your harsh but stable boss who had been somewhat of a father figure to you after moving to D.C. and away from your family.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Director Vance opened the door to the interrogation room.

“Agent McGee, what are you doing with my suspect?” Vance asked, pointedly.

“Nothing, director. She’s not talking anyway,” he huffed. Vance looked over at you. You were leaned back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest. You looked at Vance with a pissed-off expression.

“I want a lawyer,” you grumbled.

“Sit tight, (y/l/n),” Vance ordered harshly, before slipping out the door.

-

“Here’s what I know. You’ve been sneaking off alone, you’ve been hiding from the team since the war game operation went down, and you’ve been acting out of it lately. I know it looks bad, but (y/n), I know that you’re a good person. Sometimes you’re annoying and a know-it-all, but you’re trustworthy and always reliable. And damnit (y/n), I love you. I’ll follow you to prison if I have to. Which I don’t want to do, but if you won’t talk-”

You couldn’t take this torture anymore. “Tim, of course I want to talk. I’m dying here. I’ve been in on it the whole time. The catching the traitor part, not actually being the traitor.”

“Oh- OH!” McGee exclaimed.

“Gibbs came to Abby and I, days ago. Abby formulated the marking dye and applied it to my hands. I’ve been secretive because I was already scared of hurting you and the team. Seeing your faces when I was taken into custody… it felt like a punch in the gut,” you confessed.

“So this is all part of it? Gibbs and Vance know you’re innocent?”

“Yes, but you’re so sweet to worry, Timmy. I’m not the traitor,” you grinned.

Tim was so elated at your innocence that he leaned over the table and kissed you passionately on the mouth.

And in that moment, you knew exactly why you had fallen for him.

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On The Table

Jimmy Palmer x reader

Summary: Jimmy's fiancé was a bad person. Ducky and Jimmy learn even more about her life... after they open her up.

Requested: nope!

Words: 730

Warnings: reader is kind of a bitch (you'll see what I mean). also it's kinda sad. Jimmy doesn't deserve the pain I put him through. a lil angsty

Notes: my idea so pls don't steal!! (:

As you lay on the autopsy table, Ducky began cutting your chest open in a Y-shape, but you couldn't feel a thing. Jimmy was next to him, holding the rib cutter.

"You don't have to do this, Mr. Palmer," Ducky insisted.

"I want to," Jimmy replied, "I have to."

You didn't get a chance to refuse as Jimmy broke open your ribs, each move looking more painful on his face than the next. He loved you, and here you were. Lying on the autopsy table in front of him, dead. Murdered on an undercover job he didn't even know about.

"Her lungs are extremely blackened, consistent with a lifetime of smoking. Did (y/n) smoke, Mr. Palmer?"

"There's no way. I-I mean she smoked, but she was only twenty-nine, Ducky," Jimmy responded, taking a closer look. Ducky was right. How young had you started? And you were so young and able-bodied, always able to keep up with your co-workers.

"And her liver, Jimmy, it's wrecked. In even worse condition than the lungs," Ducky sighed.

"She, uh, she drank a lot, too. For a girl her age, I-I mean," Jimmy stuttered.

You came home drunk most days, catching a couple drinks and a couple kisses from guys at the bar. Regardless, you always came home to Jimmy, and only Jimmy. It wasn't that you were a bad person. (Maybe it was.) But you just couldn't help yourself. And sweet Jimmy was too forgiving to hold a grudge against you. You didn't know how much it tore him up inside when you stumbled through the front door smelling like a blend of strange cologne.

"Oh Mr. Palmer, how much did you really know about your fiancé?"

"Not as much as I thought I did. I thought she was at the bar last night as usual, but instead she was undercover, giving her life to save the target's. I just wished I could've told her I loved her."

"She knew, Mr. Palmer. That I can guarantee," Ducky smiled.

"(y/n) had destructive tendencies, you can see that," Jimmy gestured to her internal organs, "but she was perfect for me. And there wasn't one time, during all those drunken arguments, that I wasn't completely in love with everything about her. When she got a job here, I just knew that we would end up together. We were supposed to get married, Ducky." Jimmy focused his eyes on the ground. It was too hard to look at you right now.

"If this gets too personal, you don't have to answer me. But did she ever cheat on you?" Ducky asked lightly. He was pretty sure he knew the answer, though.

"She made mistakes, but I still loved her. I will always love her."

"(y/n) was not a very nice person," Ducky sighed.

"You can't say that! You didn't know her like I did," Jimmy protested.

"She was quite heartless, Mr. Palmer. Especially towards you. And I'm not saying you're at fault, but she's clouding your judgement, even in death."

"I admired that about her. How she could be so persistent. She never got attached to cases, never got personally involved. And to answer your earlier question, yes. A couple weeks ago, I saw her kissing DiNozzo at the bar when I came to pick her up. I turned around and left. Tony brought her home that night. I thought it was Tony's fault, until the next morning when he came down here and told me that (y/n) had come onto him and kissed him. He didn't even know I saw them that night, he just felt bad because he knows how (y/n) is."

"Mr. Palmer, I would advise you to talk to the team about (y/n). I may be examining her body, but they would be able to tell you more about her life. The things you don't know, that is," Ducky suggested, trying to ease Jimmy's mind.

"I stayed with her for all this time because after Agent Lee, I never thought I'd find anyone else who loved me. I thought I would be alone forever. Did she even love me, or did she just love the idea of me?" Jimmy asked, a pained expression on his face.

His fiancé hadn't been a good person according to Ducky or anyone else, but she was good at two things: her job as an agent and keeping secrets.

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Love in Louisiana

Dwayne Pride x reader

Summary: Reader is an agent on Gibbs’ team in D.C., and is sent to New Orleans to help investigate a joint case. Reader and Pride start to feel attracted to each other. Reader’s hotel reservations are cancelled and Pride offers her to stay with him above the Tru Tone. Really cute n fluffy Pride at the end (:

Requested By: @raulmonamour

Words: 2,235

Warnings: fluff + talk of underwear ??? idk

Notes: requests are open! I got this request and it was super super cute, I’m in love with this oneshot! thank you for requesting!

The last thing you wanted was to be on a plane flying to New Orleans, but here you were. You were a Special Agent for the NCIS Washington D.C. division, and you were a member of Leroy Jethro Gibbs’ team.

This particular case, the murder of two Petty Officers who were having a forbidden affair, had brought you down to the New Orleans division of NCIS.

One of the victims, the female, had lived in New Orleans, and served there for over five years. That was why your boss sent you to investigate her life and service down in New Orleans, specifically in Belle Chasse.

The reason you weren’t particularly excited to be working this case from Louisiana was because your aunt, your only family in D.C., was in the hospital with ovarian cancer. You were the only person she had left, and after everything she’d done for you, you owed her so much. But if you were all the way in New Orleans, there was nothing you could do besides call.

You were being picked up by NCIS Special Agent Dwayne Pride, a man whom you knew only through videoconferences and phone calls. You knew enough about him to know he was one of the kindest, most selfless men on the job. And you couldn’t wait to meet him.

You got off the plane quickly and grabbed your suitcase from baggage claim. As you headed towards the lot where Agent Pride was supposed to pick you up, you noted the tropical climate and extreme heat, even from inside the airport.

You rolled your suitcase through the sliding doors which led you to parking lot 4A. You took a moment to adjust your suit, making sure your badge was visible on your waist.

“Special Agent (y/l/n), it’s a pleasure to finally meet ya in person!” You heard a deep voice call from your left, car already parked in a front spot.

“You as well, Agent Pride,” you grinned, shaking his hand. Before you could stop him, he was already putting your suitcase in the trunk.

-

“Wow, I can’t believe this architecture, Agent Pride!” You marveled, as Pride drove through the city. You knew New Orleans was beautiful, but not this beautiful. It was tempting you to stay even longer than just the weekend.

“Just wait ‘til ya see the NCIS building. I’ve got a feelin’ you’ll really like it. And Agent (y/l/n), please call me Dwayne.”

“Of course, Dwayne. And you can call me (y/n),” you said, keeping your eyes out the window.

“Everythin’ alright?” Dwayne asked.

“Yeah, I know this case is important but I just wish I was here at any other time. My aunt, the only family I have in D.C., is in the hospital. And of course, Agent Gibbs has to send me down to New Orleans to get information on some dead girl, something any of your agents could’ve done. You don’t even need me on this case,” you grumbled.

“I know Gibbs, and everything he does is for a reason. Maybe he wants ya working this angle because you’ll be able to find tha best intel,” Dwayne suggested.

“Actually, you might be onto something. Female officer, lived someplace far away, transferred because she was in love with both her job and her partner. No wonder Gibbs added ‘put yourself in her shoes’ in my case file,” you mused. You caught a quick glance of Dwayne as he grinned, ear-to-ear. He was pretty attractive, you had to admit. But you were strictly here on business.

All of a sudden, Dwayne pulled up to a gorgeous, two-story building with the NCIS insignia on the side. It was vastly different than your D.C. office, and surprisingly, you took an immediate liking to it.

It was later in the evening, and you didn’t see any other agents in the squad room. “Here’s a spare desk for ya,” Dwayne motioned to a bare, wooden desk near his.

“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar Alabama accent exclaim from what looked like a kitchen. You were very confused. A kitchen? Inside the office building?

“Agent LaSalle!” You exclaimed, extending a hand. You were taken by surprise when Chris pulled you into a hug.

“Finally, ah get to meet 'cha in person!” He exclaimed, and you both laughed.

“I can’t believe you have a kitchen in your building!” You marveled, taking another glance around the room. Everything was historical and beautiful. Back in D.C., everything looked like the stale office building it was.

“Wait until ya see the courtyard! You’re here for that double murder case, I hear. Hey, do ya need a ride to Belle Chasse? I don’t live too far from the Navy Yard, and I can bring you there on ma’ way home,” LaSalle offered.

Before you could respond, Dwayne interjected. “Thanks for the offer, Chris, but I’m helpin’ (y/n) with her file first.”

“Ah can help too, King-”

“Chris, it’s gettin’ late, almost ten o'clock. You’ve been here long enough. Go home, get some rest, and recharge for tomorrow. All of us can help (y/n) with the case when we’re all here,” Pride declared. And that was the end of the conversation.

You gave one last goodbye to LaSalle as he headed out. Soon, it was just you and Pride.

“Ya gotta be uncomfortable in that suit,” Dwayne laughed, and you saw that infectious smile again. The one that gave you the uncontrollable urge to lean over and plant a kiss on his lips.

“It’s alright, I’m used to wearing suits all the time. In fact, the only clothes I brought on this trip are my suits,” you admitted, and Dwayne was taken aback.

“I wish I had somethin’ else for you to wear, but all of ma’ clothes are in my new apartment above the Tru Tone. I’m in the process of moving from upstairs into my new place,” Pride explained.

“Wait, upstairs as in upstairs here?”

“Yep. I’ve lived here for a while, since I got divorced and ma’ daughter left for college. The Tru Tone is ma’ bar, it was tha bar my mother used to sing at when I was younger. I was actually gonna ask if you’d like to come with me tonight. So you can experience a piece New Orleans while you’re down here.”

As good as his offer sounded, you knew you were strictly here to work. And sure it was getting late, but if you were in D.C., you’d be at your desk, working 'til the sun came up. It was just how you ran things.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dwayne. I should really start investigating,” you responded.

“What about we stop there so I can get you a t-shirt, at least somethin’ for you to sleep in. Then, we can find a quiet table in the back to work at. It’s getting late, ya won’t be able to get much work done other than collectin’ research on the victim.”

“Okay,” you caved, but mostly because your heart lept at the thought of falling asleep wearing Dwayne Pride’s shirt.

-

“Thanks for doing this. You didn’t have to. I would’ve been fine sleeping in my blouse and work pants,” you admitted.

“Oh, nonsense. Louisiana nights can sometimes be just as hot as tha days,” Dwayne explained, “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

He left, heading upstairs to grab a comfortable shirt for you. You ignored every other signal your brain was sending you as you made your way to the very back of the Tru Tone. It was a Friday night, and everyone was having fun drinking and listening to the live band. Everyone but you.

You had just cracked open the case file when your phone rang. The caller ID was your hotel, which you were set to check into in an hour.

“Hello,” said a voice on the other line, “is this (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

“This is she.”

“I am very sorry to have to call you this close to your check in time, but it seems as if there has been a mix-up. Your room was accidentally double booked.”

“Double booked?”

“There is currently a guest checked into your room, and they aren’t scheduled to leave until tomorrow night. Now we may be able to get you a new room, but there will be another surcharge fee, and you won’t be able to check in until two am, to allow us ample time-”

“That’s okay, I’m sure I can find another place to stay. Thanks anyway,” you said, and hung up the phone. You buried your head in your hands, wondering if anything could possibly make this worse.

“Are you alright?” Dwayne asked, handing you a large, soft shirt, “I looked for anything for your bottom half, but I’ve got nothin’ that would fit 'cha, unfortunately. What’s wrong, (y/n)?”

“My hotel just called me, said they double-booked my room. I wouldn’t be able to check in until two in the morning. I don’t know what to do,” you groaned.

“Well, you’re in luck! Ma’ bed was just delivered yesterday, so I’d like to formally extend you an invitation to stay with me for the night,” Pride offered, waiting expectantly for your answer.

You accepted, and before you knew it, you were being swept upstairs to Pride’s living space. Boxes were strewn around the room, pushed into corners and crevices. But nothing could deny the beauty of the chandeliers and decor. And the balcony, oh the balcony!

“This is so kind of you, Dwayne, but I hate to intrude.”

“Nonsense, you’re makin’ my evening exciting! If it’s alright with you, I’ll pull out some of ma’ tools and make ya some gumbo.”

“But shouldn’t you be down at the bar?” You asked, cautiously. You felt out of place in this beautiful, historical building with the kindest man in all of New Orleans, working at a place with a kitchen in the office. You were familiar with cubicles and orange walls and every investigation done by-the-book. You felt out of place and behind on your work.

“No way, they can handle it without me for a night. For now, ma’ focus is on helping you with this case. Since I’m familiar with Naval operations in Belle Chasse, I should be able to at least outline her day-to-day routine at work. And you’ll be able to fill in the blanks, put yourself in-” Dwayne stopped to read the file, “Lucy Goldstein’s shoes.”

-

“In order to have met her lover, Jim Tolbert, she would’ve had to spent some time in the office building. Could she have done filing work? Possibly even disobeyed orders to step outside of her job and take on another job in order to get close to this man?” You wondered aloud.

“I think it’s more likely that she would’ve asked someone to cover for her, at least while workin’ at Belle Chasse. In the early stages of their relationship, it wouldn’t have been as likely that she’d give up doing her job completely in order to spend time with Petty Officer Tolbert. She would’ve taken baby steps at first, in order to reach her way up to the ultimate defiance,” Dwayne paused, letting you finish his thought.

“Which was giving up her job in order to follow Tolbert. Problem was, she didn’t completely leave the Navy when she went to D.C., so we aren’t sure if she quit or just took a sabbatical,” you added, a yawn following.

“Either option is very probable, and if she didn’t quit or transfer, we won’t be able to find any evidence. So our best move is to talk to those who worked with Petty Officers Goldstein and Tolbert tomorrow, and see if they’ve got any insight into their relationship,” Dwayne finished, waiting for you to respond.

It took him a split second to realize that you were asleep on his shoulder. You looked so beautiful in his shirt with nothing underneath.

The two of you had just spent three hours sorting out personal information on the dead petty officers, eating Pride’s gumbo, and talking about your lives in the moments between. He had known you for many months, in person only a day, but he felt something for you that he hadn’t felt since his ex-wife. It scared him, knowing that you’d be gone by Monday, and he wouldn’t see you again until another case linked D.C. and NOLA together.

Pride closed the file, leaving everything on his dusty coffee table. He was going to sleep on the couch tonight, and you were to sleep in his gloriously comfy king-sized bed.

He picked you up, gentle as could be without exposing your underwear. He accidentally caught a glimpse, feeling ashamed of himself. But they were grey briefs, exactly what he would’ve guessed.

“Dwayne,” you groaned as he lay you on top of his bed. Oh, how he loved your sleepy voice saying his name.

“Yes, darlin’?” he joked.

“You’re sleeping in here tonight. No arguments,” you said, patting the open side of the bed.

Dwayne tucked you in, shut off the light, then crawled under the covers himself, making sure to keep enough distance from you. He was a southern gentleman, that would never change. But who was he to refuse an offer to sleep in his own bed with a pretty girl?

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Dating Jimmy Palmer Would Include

No one asked for this, but I've never actually seen any dating hc's for our favorite gremlin, so I shall deliver! Also, this is my first NCIS writing, and if enough people want, I'll start writing for NCIS, too! (:

Warning: Includes mentions/insinuations of sex

• you're an NCIS Field Agent

• you two met when Jimmy became Ducky's assistant

• you were wowed by his extensive knowledge of anatomy, which had always fascinated you

• one thing led to another and after work one day, he invited you over to look at some of his old anatomy textbooks

• you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder and one of the books in your lap

• honestly, the rest is history

• your relationship is so solid, you both know that the other isn't going anywhere

• of course, Tony gives you shit for dating the Autopsy Gremlin

• you always put Tony in his place with a smart remark, though

• Jimmy's biggest fear is that you'll die on the job

• he is so scared that one day, it'll be your body on the autopsy table

• you always try to reassure him, but it doesn't quell his fears. it's the bad guys he worries about

• you always find excuses to bring something down to Autopsy to see Jimmy

• and Jimmy will usually try to find a reason to come up to the office to see you, although sometimes he is afraid of the other agents

• Abby thinks you two are the cutest, and that you will be together forever

• Ducky is also the BIGGEST shipper of you two

• he loves seeing Jimmy happy, and he loves how well-mannered and polite you are

• Ducky invites you two over for dinner a lot, and you love to pet his Corgis

• Ducky likes being around you and Jimmy; it makes him feel younger

• one thing Ducky would not be happy about is what you and Jimmy do in Autopsy when everyone else is gone

• or in the elevator

you always try to get Jimmy in the elevator so that you can turn the power off and go at it

• working at NCIS, you barely get any alone time, so you always try to make the best of it

• you and Jimmy share an apartment about a mile away from Headquarters

• when it's just you two, your favorite thing to do is cuddle

• just holding his body against yours makes you feel so safe

• and lemme tell you, Jimmy is the BEST cuddler

• his body is so soft, his touches so loving

• of course, cuddling always evolves into something else...

I have so many more ideas but I didn't want it to be too long! feel free to request, or let me know what you think!

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Sick Day

Dwayne Pride x Reader

Prompt: #66 “I’m not going to get sick baby, just let me hold you,"

Requested: anonymous

Words: 513

Warnings: nope

Notes: this took a lil bit longer to upload because of some issues but I hope you guys enjoy it! and as always, send any questions or requests you have!! (:

"You shouldn't go to work if you gotta cold, sweetheart," your husband, Dwayne Pride, said.

"Nonsense Dwayne, I have to. I have a mountain of paperwork waiting for me back at the office," you complained.

"What about I pick it up for you and bring it back 'ere? Would that help 'ya?"

"You don't have to do that, babe. Get to work, save some lives, you know the drill."

"I'll be back in twenty minutes. Your boss will just have to understand," Dwayne insisted.

You grumbled in disagreement, but knew there was no stopping him. And knowing your selfless husband, he would probably pick up a box of your favorite tea on his way home.

-

"Sweetheart, I brought your paperwork home, and your boss completely understands. I grabbed your favorite Chamomile tea on my way home, so I'm gonna go put that on the kettle for 'ya. And try to rest up, baby. You look exhausted," Dwayne said, wishing there was something more he could do for you. He'd called Chris in the car, letting him know that he would be busy taking care of you for the whole day.

You were buried in a pile of quilts and throw blankets. There were not many heavy-grade blankets in your linen closet, to your disappointment. But you did live in Louisiana, after all.

Your body was going between hot and cold flashes, and you knew you must've had a flu of some kind. You had taken your own temperature when Dwayne was gone, and you were at about 102 degrees Fahrenheit.

You really lucked out with Dwayne, and you knew it. He was loving, honest, fair, and supportive. Whenever you were having a bad day, he would drop everything to make sure you were okay again. Which was exactly what he was doing today.

"Here's your tea, sweetheart. Would you like some help with your paperwork?" He offered, kindly. Your hands were inaccessible due to the blankets, so he set your tea on the nightstand beside you.

"That's okay, but I appreciate the offer. I think I'm going to take a nap, though," you decided.

"A nap sounds like a mighty good idea. Would you like a cuddle buddy? We can take some of those blankets off 'ya and we can use our body heat?"

"Some cuddles do sound nice, but I don't want you to get sick, Dwayne. You need to stay healthy," you argued, turning away from your husband. You wanted to feel his touch, his skin against yours. But you cared about his health, too.

“I’m not gonna get sick baby, just let me hold you,” he pried, slipping into your shared king-sized bed. Swiftly, he wrapped his arm around you. You knew better than to refuse.

"This doesn't mean you win, Dwayne. Don't forget this in a week when I'm the one taking care of you," you grumbled, feeling your body give into the familiar sensation.

"If 'ya say so, sweetheart," and a hearty laugh from your husband was the last thing you heard before giving into a deep sleep.

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You should consider doing a part two to young and beautiful, it was amazing 😉

Thank you! I'm not sure how I'd continue it yet, but I was thinking about it. If more people want to see it, then I'd definitely consider! (:

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Girl's Night In

Tammy Gregorio x friend!reader

Requested: @tammy-gregorio

Words: 706

Warnings: nope

Notes: my first time writing Tammy! She's one of my favs, for sure <3 I worked hard on this, so please don't steal my works. enjoy! (:

When you joined the New Orleans division of NCIS, you immediately felt the most comfortable with Agent Tammy Gregorio. She was the only other female on the team, and you loved how she didn't take shit from anyone. In many ways, you looked up to her.

Tammy taught you the ins and outs of being a member of the NCIS team. She told you exactly what you shouldn't say to Pride when he's in one of his moods, and how communication is the key to creating a successful team.

She was insistent with making sure she was the one you drove with each day during your first week. That way, she could talk to you and give you advice without the guys of the team butting in every two seconds. Especially Sebastian, who seemed nice but you didn't want to be too sure, since Tammy had warned you about him.

It was exactly three weeks into your job as a Probationary Field Agent, and you were chilling out in the squad room with Tammy and Sebastian.

"Hey (y/n), you got plans tonight?" Tammy asked from her desk.

You looked up from your paperwork and replied, "no, why?"

"Well, now ya do. We can have a girls night at my place. Bring a blanket and pillow, and be there at ten."

"Ooh, a girls night?" Sebastian cocked an eyebrow.

"Shut up, Sebastian."

-

It was 9:56 and you didn't want Tammy to be upset at your coming early, so you stood awkwardly at the door to her apartment. You strangely felt like a ten-year-old again, even with your white pillow and grey throw blanket instead of a Barbie sleeping bag.

"(Y/n)? Why didn't 'cha knock?"

"Sorry, I was just waiting until it was ten," you said, feeling embarrassed once again.

"Well, c'mon in. I'm making us some popcorn, but if you don't like popcorn, I've got ice cream. A lotta ice cream," Tammy said, opening the door to her apartment wide.

"Popcorn is good, thanks."

-

"What movie are we thinking? I've got some rom-coms and some action movies," Tammy asked, holding up a fanned-out stack of dvds.

"Is that 10 Things I Hate About You?" you gasped. You loved that movie.

"Of course!" Tammy said, popping the DVD out of its case.

"So, (y/n). How are you liking the job?"

"It's actually a lot better than I thought it would be. When I first came in, I thought all of you would be intimidating, but that's not the case. You've all been really welcoming, and I appreciate it. And I probably shouldn't be saying this, but I think Chris is kinda cute, too. His accent is really growing on me," you laughed.

"Yeah, LaSalle is somethin', that's for sure."

"What about you, Tammy? Is there a special guy in your life?"

"I'm gay, but my love life is pretty complicated," Tammy shrugged.

You suddenly felt dumb. Shouldn't you have known? I mean, she never said it out loud before now, but you felt like you should've been a better friend, a better listener.

"Would that have something to do with that Eva girl you were telling me about?" you guessed.

"Actually, kinda. Like I said, it's complicated. I probably won't see her again, so it doesn't really matter," Tammy admitted.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up," you apologized.

"No, don't be. I'm not ashamed of it, but at some point I gotta move on. Let's talk about you and LaSalle."

For the rest of the night, the two of you chatted. Tammy told you about her life in New York, and you told her about your previous job as an NOPD Detective. She opened up to you about her former co-worker and best friend, Sonja, leaving, and you told her about a cop from your old precinct that you had been in a relationship with, until you found out how corrupt he was. You didn't even know it yet, but Tammy had been in your almost exact same situation years before. But that was talk for another sleepover.

You talked for hours, until the sun rose above the city and welcomed a new day. The best part? You didn't even get to the movie.

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are you only doing pride stuff?? if not, what other characters are you going to write stuff for?

nope, I can pretty much try my hand at any of the characters, but so far, I've only ever tried writing for Pride

I'll probably end up writing a lot for Lasalle when I get more comfortable with writing him

writing for the females in romantic relationships will probably take longer for me to do. But I can do any of the girls in friendship scenarios

I'll accept requests for any of the characters, but it'll take longer for me to write requests that aren't Pride

feel free to request anything and I'll try to get it done, just be kinda patient! (:

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Dating Pride and Being A Marine Would Include...

I don't know much about Marines but I'll give it a try! I decided to do headcanons this time, if that's alright!

• you meet Pride when you get re-assigned to a base in New Orleans

• you accidentally bump into him at the supermarket, and he notices your US Marines t-shirt

• he asks if you're in the Marines, and you nod

• Pride is head over heels at this point

• gorgeous and tough? no way he's leaving without your number

• he shakes your hand and thanks you for your service, and you ask if he knows a good place to get some dinner

• and the rest is history

• you two are both very headstrong and want things your way

• but you're both champions at compromise, so you can almost always work out the perfect solution

• you both work very odd hours, and seeing each other is sometimes hard

• but if one of you is working late, the other will bring you food

• usually Pride will bring you his gumbo and you will bring him your mac and cheese

• after a long day, your favorite way to relax is sharing a warm bath, rubbing each others' backs and soaking in the warm water

• when you get deployed, it's tough on Pride

• he will send you letters constantly, and call you when he's allowed

• you never have to worry about Pride leaving the city, Pride is in New Orleans until he dies

• but you're never sure where your job will take you

• later in the relationship, perhaps a few years in when you know you two are a secure couple, you request a job in New Orleans as a weapons instructor

• you are happy to be working in your city, helping other Marines go through their training

• and Pride is just happy that you're doing it by his side, instead of far away

• your relationship is solid and you rely on each other for everything

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Requests Are Open!

I'm new to writing x reader stuff & writing for ncis new orleans but the only way I'm going to get better is through practice, so feel free to submit oneshot/imagine/headcanon requests! If I don't feel confident enough or for some reason do not feel comfortable writing it, I will respond and let you know!

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Young and Beautiful

Dwayne Pride x reader

Words: 2,154

Warnings: angst, pure sadness

Notes: loosely based on the song Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey. this is the first imagine I’ve ever written so it might not be the best. also big thank you to @dwaynepride for helping me make this account & story a reality! thanks for believing in me (: also the spaces might be a little wonky, sorry! I worked really hard on this so please don’t steal it, all work is my own. enjoy!!

I’ve seen the world, done it all

Had my cake now

Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now

When you interviewed for a job at NCIS in New Orleans, you were a young and eager cop. Only a few years out of the academy, you had made more cases than most could make in their entire career. Your boss and partner both pushed you to apply after you expressed interest in NCIS. A few days after your interview, you received a call from none other than Dwayne Pride. You had been chosen for his team.

Hot summer nights, mid July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you’d play with me like a child

It began with slight flirting, just for fun. You never meant to get involved with your boss, but things soon escalated. You were both experts at keeping your work and personal lives separate. You two weren’t partners anyway, so for the most part, it was easy to not let feelings get in the way of doing your jobs.

A few months in, Pride asked you out for drinks after work. The two of you made your way to a jazz club, where you drank and danced and drank some more. Pride twirled you around and around until you had no memories of what happened that night. The next morning, you woke up naked in your boss’s bed.

Will you still love me

When I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me

When I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will

I know that you will

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

Six months after that night, and you were still going steady with Pride. He was the perfect gentleman, and working together had only brought the two of you closer. You were only a few years older than his daughter, but he always made sure you knew that age wasn’t a problem between the two of you.

Your partner, Tammy Gregorio, kept telling you she ‘sensed’ that Pride was going to propose soon, but you weren’t so sure. Of course you had a strong bond and everyone believed you were a match made in heaven, but it made you nervous to think that you might have to leave the team. Sure, two co-workers dating could be overlooked, but married co-workers? Especially between an agent and their superior? You didn’t think so.

I’ve seen the world, lit it up

As my stage now

Channeling angels in a new age now

Hot summer days, rock and roll

The way you play for me at your show

And all the ways, I got to know

Your pretty face and electric soul

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, and you were out on a walk around New Orleans. You barely ever got a day off, but you made sure to enjoy it while you could. All of a sudden, you were being pushed into a black SUV, door locking behind you. You pulled your gun out of your holster until you recognized your captor: FBI Agent Isler.

“What do you want, Isler?” You asked, remaining calm and collected. You knew this man well, and you knew whatever it was he needed help with had to be important. Isler never dropped by just to say hello.

“Hello, Agent (y/l/n). The FBI needs your help on an undercover mission in Los Angeles. Once we get to the motel, I’ll give you the case file. It’s a highly classified operation involving corrupt Naval officers and a drug trafficking ring.” Isler said, shifting the car into drive. “Wait! Isler, I didn’t agree to this. Stop the car, now,” you demanded.

“I’m sorry, Agent (y/l/n), but you don’t really have a choice. This is a joint investigation between the FBI and NCIS, and you were picked by the big boys. I’m the only person in Louisiana who knows about this, and we’re keeping it that way.” You rode the rest of the drive in silence, until Isler parked in front of a decrepit motel on the outskirts of the city. The motel room was stale and unwashed, the air thick with swamp water.

“We’ll be staying here for a couple of days to prepare you for your mission. Once you step off that plane in Los Angeles, your undercover identity will be all you know. You will eat, sleep, and breathe this mission from start to finish, Agent (y/l/n).”

“How long do you think I’ll be gone?” You asked, afraid of the answer. Isler looked at the ground for a moment, then passed you a box of hair dye. Black. The girl on the picture seemed happy with her hair color, but you weren’t so sure.

Will you still love me

When I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me

When I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will

I know that you will

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

“Hard to tell. Could just be a few months. Eight, maybe. Possibly a few years. Hopefully nothing more than five, six.” Five years? Six? You would be in your thirties by then. How different would things be? Pride might find someone else. Forget about you. The whole team would probably forget about you, by then.

“There’s one other thing,” Isler trails, “by now, your family and friends will be receiving the news of your gruesome death.”

-

Today was your last day in New Orleans, and you didn’t know for how long. After three days stuck in a hotel room with Raymond Isler, memorizing your new persona (Heather Watson from Montana, by the way), you were going stir-crazy. That was how you convinced him to let you attend your funeral. He thought you were crazy, you knew you were crazy, but Isler did feel bad. He knew about you and Pride’s relationship, and since he couldn’t give you Pride, the least he could do was give you closure.

The balcony of St. Patrick’s had been closed off due to unstable ground, but you arrived early in order to slip up to the balcony, lay on your stomach, and peer through the small slit under the bench. To your surprise, everyone you had ever worked with at NOPD and more had arrived. Friends from the academy flew in, and family members you hadn’t seen in years were there. You felt so, so horrible for tricking them like this. For this hole you had gotten into and you probably wouldn’t ever get out of. Six years undercover, living and breathing the life of someone you weren’t? You’d rather die, maybe. Rather die as yourself than live as Heather Watson. You only wished you could’ve said goodbye.

Dear lord, when I get to heaven

Please let me bring my man

When he comes tell me that you’ll let him in

Father tell me if you can

All that grace, all that body

All that face, makes me wanna party

He’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

You knew it was all over for you when Pride arose from his seat, wearing his black suit. You could see the tissue peeking out from his pocket, full of tears he cried for you. “(y/n) (y/l/n) was the strongest, most determined, an’ most loving human I have ever known. I knew she was the one from the day I laid eyes on her. I hope she knew how much I loved ‘er, and how much all of us at NCIS appreciated her. She’s always been a light-” Dwayne’s voice broke. The occasional tear spilled down his cheek. You could hear the desperation caught in his throat, the need to wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was going to be okay. But as far as he knew, you would be six feet under in a few hours. A closed casket for the horrific boating accident you died in. Your limp body caught in the blades. They could barely piece your limbs back together.

“-I was plannin’ on proposing to her at dinner Sunday night. I had this diamond ring picked out, and now it’s just sittin’ in the box. I wished I could’ve said somethin’, wished I coulda saved her. She- she was tha love of my life, and I know she’d want us to remember her as a dedicated cop and a-a beautiful young woman who was gone- gone too-” Pride choked out, sobs overtaking his body. You could feel your heart breaking into microscopic pieces as Chris got up from his seat and assisted Dwayne. They sat down and Chris gave Pride’s shoulder a quick squeeze in solidarity. The rest of your team respectfully placed a hand on Dwayne’s back for his courage in facing your memory, your mourners. Your family, his future family. If only it hadn’t been for this goddamn mission.

Tears rolled down your face. Oh, how you missed the comfort of Dwayne’s arms wrapped around you when things got tough, when you became sad and he was the only one who could help. Now, even less than a hundred feet apart, it felt like there were planets between you. He was going to propose? Tammy had been right all along.

-

Your silent sobs combined with your uncomfortably warm outfit and position in the hot balcony suddenly prompted your exit. It was easy to slip out of the church unnoticed as your sibling gave a heartwarming speech about your childhood. Isler was sitting in his car in the parking lot, working on his computer, when you knocked on the window. He unlocked the door and let you in. “How was it?” He asked without looking up. “I shouldn’t have gone. Big mistake. Pride was supposed to propose to me that night. This is sick, Isler. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I might as well be, for what it’s worth,” you fumed, tears clouding your vision. You weren’t thinking straight.

“We’re going to have to drive to a more concealed position. I just have to get a few more papers emailed from HQ and we’ll be all set to head back to the motel. From there, I’ll drive you to MSY and you’ll get on your flight. Then, it’ll be out of my hands and into the hands of your new FBI case agent.”

-

You sat in the parking lot of an abandoned building. You knew it was near NCIS, which made it near Pride’s bar, which was where your reception was going to be held. The place you once dreamed of marrying Pride in, dancing to the jazz music as newlyweds. Now, it would never happen. You weren’t dumb; you knew with an undercover operation this long, it was likely someone would find out your secret and brutally murder you. As long as you got intel, that was all that mattered. No one cared if you were collateral damage.

Before either of you knew it, you were reaching across Isler at the speed of light and unlocking the passenger door. “(Y/n), wait!” Isler yelled, chasing you as you ran away from his car. Something told him where you would be heading.

Will you still love me

When I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me

When I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will

You knew the song, one of your favorites. It reminded you of your and Pride’s whirlwind relationship, of the appeal and the secrecy, the pure love and affection. Percy was singing, the only flaw in her beautiful voice being the rawness in her throat from crying. Pride was next to her on the piano, playing along what he knew from when you would sing with him. When you didn’t have a care in the world, when it was you and Dwayne and no one else. Nothing standing between your love for each other.

Suddenly, the music stops and people crowd around Pride’s piano. Laurel, your co-workers new and old, and your family stood behind Dwayne as he picked up his glass from the top of the piano, raising it as far as his arm could extend. You couldn’t see him, but you heard his voice ring out, “a toast to (y/n), tha best cop I’ve ever known. wherever you are, babe, I hope you’re raisin’ some hell.” to which everyone joined in, “cheers!” Tears fell down your face as you watched as Pride began your favorite song once again, reminding you how you fell in love with the man with an electric soul.

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

Will you still love me when I’m not young and beautiful?