Undercover mission with Gibbs goes south. Part 1
Summary: You are a special agent working with Gibbs' team and you two started dating recently in secret. You had known each other for years and finally gave in. On an undercover mission, things don't go the way they were supposed to go.
Warnings: kidnapping , violence , hurt , angst, fluff
A/N: haven't written anything in ages. recently started rewatching ncis and went down a rabbit hole of finding Gibbs x reader stories. I also don't know how tumblr works, so please forgive me 😂
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You had lost your sense of time ages ago. You could only tell that you had been in this room for too long by the way your skin got thinner and your bones more visible. The ache in your stomach had turned into a background noise. Only once a day you were given the smallest amount of water and food - or so you thought. The room you were in didn't have windows. Nothing really. Just a heavy door, a chain wrapped around your leg and connected to the wall and a pillow. You didn't even have the energy to laugh about the fact that your capture had the decency to provide you with a pillow. With your head resting against the cold wall of the dark room, you stared at the ceiling, wishing for it to end.
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"I have to agree with Tony on this one, you look amazing in that outfit Y/N."
Abbys voice sounded through your earpiece as you scanned the room again, checking every exit and your teams positions. You rolled your eyes and only mumbled a quick 'Thanks Abbs' before grabbing your drink from the bar and leaving your seat.
"Far left corner, Caucasian male, brown hair, maybe 40, Sailor uniform. Hinks on right leg. Hand in jacket, reaching for something", you said as you slowly moved through the crowd of dancing people. This undercover mission had cost you days of training, because dancing wasn't your thing. Gibbs and Kate had spent hours with you, working on your footwork.
"I see him", Tony answered.
"Let's not move too fast. He could be reaching for anything." Gibbs warned.
You halted, which made you bump into someone and your drink fall to the floor.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry. Must have been to much Whisky already." The man in front of you grinned apologetically, his hand on your arm, making sure you don't fall over.
"No worries, Sir", you say quickly, trying to ignore the stain it had caused on your leg.
"Would you grant me a dance? I want to make up for it."
You considered for a second and then decided to let your team see that your hard work had been worth it. With a smile you took the man's hand. He placed his other on your lower back and pulled you in close.
"I'm Jack by the way. Really sorry about the drink."
"No really it's fine, I shouldn't have stopped in the middle of a dancing crowd. Taya. My name is Taya. Nice to meet you Jack."
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"4 fucking months, Ducky! 4 months and absolutely no sign of y/n."
Ducky sighed as he laid a hand on Gibbs' shoulder. It had been too long. Too long without sleep. Too long without his other half. Too long without Y/N. Every minute they weren't working on a case, they would work on finding Y/N. McGee and Tony hadn't left the office in weeks. Kate had moved into Abbys lab to work with her. And Gibbs had even stopped working on his boat.
"Jethro, you know as well as I do that the chance of survival of a victim of a kidnapping-"
"Until I find a body, I'll keep looking. I can't give up.. I can't."
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Jack was an empressive dancer. He twirled you around, caught you and had his hands securely around your waist. It was only when Tony made a comment about how you seemed like you were enjoying yourself too much, that you asked Jack to get a drink. His hand rested on the small of your lower back as he walked you over to the bar. You didn't risk to look, but you could feel a pair of eyes fixated on you. Gibbs.
"You definitely made up for the spilled drink, Jack."
"I had hoped so, Taya. Wouldn't want to have left a beauty like you upset."
You faked a smile and sipped on the drink Jack had handed you.
"Remember you're at work, Y/L/N."
"So tell me more about that project you're working on", you said, placing a hand gently on Jack's leg.
During the conversation you noticed scratched on the back of his hands. He also seemed to have a scratch on his temple and if your eyes weren't playing games on you, you could see a bruise. Not fresh but also not too old.
"I'm sorry, please excuse me. I will go and freshen up quickly."
You heard a rattling noise over your earpiece. Abby. Exclaiming you were going to freshen up had been your code word.
"I've checked him already. Nothing suspicious. Typical ex Navy. Works a 9 to 5 office job, has a wife and two children."
"What alerted you, Y/L/N?"
"His hands and face show signs of a fight. He has the medical knowledge to let someone suffer for a long time while keeping them alive. And to be honest? My gut tells me something is wrong-"
"The way he looks at you", Gibbs interrupted.
"Yeah..", you replied and looked his way before entering the bathroom. His face was unreadable as usual, but the way he was standing seemed tense. You tried to hide a smirk as you couldn't help but think it was jealousy. You had been undercover a couple of times since you two had started dating in secret. Every time it'd involved getting closer to someone, Jethro showed slight jealousy. He always had to make sure later, that you knew he was the only person to touch you in certain ways. You were looking forward to that.
"The way he looks at you?" McGee asked.
"Oh looks can say more than a thousand words, Probie", Tony replied with a laugh and stuffed something in his mouth.
"Kate, McGee, go and check his car. Tony and I keep an eye on him", Gibbs said.
You stood infront of the mirror, running your fingers through your hair. With a quick hand you checked that your gun was still strapped to your thigh and the knife in your boot. Rule 9.