#agent sloane

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I love these🥺😍

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Ok so this Jack's storyline with her daughter seems to be over... unless a certain agent will go and kick that men by the end of the series (and since we just have two episodes left it's hard)

And it's over the one with her army team.

But then we still have this will they/won't they storyline between her and Gibbs to resolve. Because I don't think that you can just use this "they have a thing" for all this time without having something in mind. Come on. And you can't just take a photoshoot of Mark and Maria Bello as Gibbs and Sloan being more than coworkers and then do nothing. I think Slibbs = endgame for both characters :)

What do you think?

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-“It makes me wanna go inner swan… what? Please don’t make me talk to Sloan again” lmao

- McGee noticing the hidden meaning in Torres repurposing his negative energy through the plant lol

- When Jack hurts, it hurts me because I love her sm

- Rare Gibbs smile this episode

- Lmao Kasie said “don’t come into my space and tell me what to do”

- I can’t tell if Gibbs knows or has suspected it and is just keeping his cards close to him or if Ellie is paranoid and having this knowledge is causing her to be on high alert

- Zaddy in full swan mode…

- I think McGee and Dad (Gibbs) conversation, sets up for 16x21 and why McGee has to pull rank in the next episode

- “Funny thing about hope… when she gets into your blood, she never leaves you.” (was it just personification or was she talking about Ziva?)

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Slibbs😍🥰

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Sparks Fly (part 1)

This is just an idea that came to mind. I'm not yet sure how many chapters there will be. I'm tagging those who I think might want to read this new story. @regal-roni @x-multifandom-trash-x @sassystrongsexysloane @catlynhoss05

What if Jack showed up on your doorstep that first night, instead of Gibbs'?

"One second!" You called out to the unexpected visitor at your door. Your brow furrowed as you turned your burner down and took a look at your mashed potatoes, you sighed. The tots would just have to wait you hadn't been expecting any visitors, so you were extra cautious as you opened the door. Your guard dropped and you opened the door a little more when you saw an older beautiful blonde, standing there in the pouring rain. "Hi," you have a small smile, unsure if she even had the right house. Maybe she was here for your brother? "I'm sorry, but if you're looking for Ethan, he isn't home," your apology brought her confusion and even more to you now.

"No, I'm sorry to bother you, but my cellphone died and my car broke down down the block. You're the first person to answer the door," she flashed and grateful smile and you swore that you felt your stomach flip. "I was just hoping that I could borrow your phone to call a tow truck?"

"Oh, well, of course," you nodded and let her in. Normally you would be extra cautious about letting a stranger enter your home, but there was just something about this woman that made you believe that you could trust her. "Here," you offered her the cellphone in your hand and then gasped. "Oh!" You exclaimed and she jumped back slightly. "Oh I'm sorry," you chuckled slightly and apologized. "I just forgot about my food," you excused yourself and went to turn off the stove. A sigh of relief escaped you when nothing was wrong and you began to fix yourself a plate. Your eyes then set onto the blonde standing in your archway and a smile crossed your features again.

"They said it would be over and hour with the storm," she handed you your phone back and you slid it in your back pocket. "I will go wait in my car so I'm not putting you out. Thank you though, you saved my life!" She exaggerated and her smile only grew. You had never met someone whose smile lifted your spirits so much. What was it about this woman?

"Don't be silly," you shook your head and smiled right back. "There's no need to go back into the storm. You can stay here until the tow truck gets here."

Her eyes shot up in surprise. "Are you inviting a stranger over for dinner?" you could hear the hint of amusement in her voice.

"Well," you arched your brow and grabbed a second plate. "You haven't tried to rob me or murder me, and I've given you plenty of opportunities to do so, so I'll take my chances," a smirk crosses your lips as you made both of your plates and handed one to her.

She eyes you for a second, but then accepted the plate and a glass of water before following you to the dining room. "Maybe I am just feeling you out? Laying a little ground work before I make my move?" She suggested light heartily.

"I may as well enjoy the company before I die then," you played along and rolled your eyes. Why did this feel so normal? "I do have one request before you 'make your move' however."

"What's that?"

"I should at least know your name," you took a bite of steak and eyed her curiously as she cut her meat.

A smirk played on her lips, was she always this way? "Jack," she looked up. "Jacqueline, but my friends call me 'Jack'," and there it was. An official introduction, a name to that beautiful face.

You cursed yourself for the feelings bubbling inside of you towards this stranger. "Jacqueline," you smiled at the way her name rolled off your tongue. "I'm Y/N," you introduced back and relaxed in your seat. "So, are you new around here or just visiting?"

"I just moved here from California," she admitted after downing the rest of her water.

"California?" You were intrigued. "That's a big move. Was it for your job? Or boyfriend?" you hoped she didn't find it odd of you to throw that in, but you couldn't help yourself. Just as she was about to answer your question your cellphone rang. "Oh I'm sorry. I have to take this it's my boss," you quickly apologized, but she nodded in understanding. "Y/N," you answered and moved towards the kitchen.

It was Gibbs. There was a dead body at the river bottoms and they needed you now. You assured him you'd be right there before rushing to gather your things. You grabbed your work bag, slipped on your shoes and threw your hair into a tight ponytail before realizing you still had company. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry," you looked a little panicked but she stood up to leave. "No, it's alright. Stay, enjoy dinner while you wait. Lock up when you leave?" You grinned and tossed her your keys.

"You don't even know me," she looked amazed, but you just shrugged it off.

"I trust you," you smiled as she rolled her eyes. If you had more time you might have stalled, but you were on a mission and needed to go. You gave a friendly smile before quickly leaving the house. Something inside of you told you that you would be seeing her again.

The entire evening your mind was otherwise distracted. That blonde still had your focus and you knew the team was beginning to notice. Ellie had already covered for you twice and you knew she was about ready to ask for an explanation. You couldn't blame her though, you had taken up her time and she was your best friend on the team after all. Ellie took her chance at lunch time after the men left to grab food for the team, and the two of you were in the elevator on your way down for a coffee run.

"Anything in particular on your mind, Y/N?" You knew that she knew something was up.

You could hear the amusement in her tone and just rolled your eyes. "I don't know what would make you think that."

She smirked and turned to face you now. "Who is it? How long have you been seeing them?" She started to jump to conclusions and you let out a little laugh. "I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner!" She exclaimed dramatically.

"I'm not seeing anybody!" You quickly protested. You looked up at the numbers above the door. You were almost to the lobby. "I just have a lot on my mind," you shrugged. Just then the doors opened and your eyes widened. It was her. She was standing there in the lobby of NCIS. In your shirt?

"Well if it isn't my gracious host," she smirked, amused by the startle plastered all over your face. She dug through her pockets and tossed you your keys. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again," she pressed a button as she stepped in the elevator and smiled at you until the doors closed once again.

You stood there with wide eyes. So many thoughts were running through your mind, and you couldn't seem to move from that spot. You could feel Ellie's eyes boring a hole into you, and you swore you could hear her smile.

"You're not seeing anybody?" She laughed and you elbowed her playfully. "Who is she?"

"I...I don't know," you stammered, still confused by her sudden presence. "She said her name was Jack," you shrugged and looked to Ellie. You rolled your eyes and linked arms with her, turning to head towards the coffee carts now. "She just showed up at my door claiming her car broke down."

Ellie couldn't seem to get rid of that grin and you rolled your eyes. "She's cute. Definitely your type," she laughed.

You nudged her playfully and stuck out your tongue, finally reaching the cart. Who was Jack? And why had she sought you out?

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Sparks Fly (part 6)

Okay, so this took way too long to write. I've had most of it done for months now, but I couldn't see how to end it. This is going to be the last chapter for awhile. I could get inspired again and add to this story, but for now it has come to a close. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and I apologize for it's short coming. I hope what it lacks in length, it makes up for in feels🥺💜 thank you all for supporting this story and my writing. As always feedback is always welcome💜

Gif by @regal-roni

Okay, so it had been over a month since you and Jack had been caught making out in the gym by Vance, and maybe every time the two of you made plans, or came close to anything further than second base, there was a new case. Maybe, just maybe, the last time she was at your house your brother and his fiance walked in when Jack was straddling you, her shirt all a mess with her bra showing and her stomach exposed. Did that mean that you were going to give up? Sometimes it felt that way, especially on days like this. The case was closed, you were going to get off earlier than normal, and nothing seemed to stand in your way. It was all just too easy.

"Are you ready?" Jack's voice woke you from your day dream. You hadn't seen her come down. She stood there dangling a set of keys on her fingers with a wide grin plastered on her face. You couldn't quite figure her out still, but that was part of the excitement of a new relationship.

"Ready?" You arched a brow and leaned forward, taking her in. She seemed happier than normal and you loved that.

"Just a surprise I have planned," she smirked and shook her head when you tilted your head hoping for more of an answer.

"Well I don't plan on jinxing it," you laughed and gathered your things before hopping up. You looked to Gibbs for approval and he just nodded. "Goodbye Team Gibbs, see y'all Monday!" You didn't waste any time on your normal goodbyes and ran to catch up with Jack in the elevator.

The whole ride home had been almost silent, but the radio played while you shifted constantly in your seat. Jack rested a hand on your shaking leg and gave you a reassuring smile. You couldn't help it. You were curious, excited and a bundle of nerves all at once. Once you both reached your home Jack insisted you change your clothes.

"Jack, this is crazy," you laughed as you rushed around your room for something to wear. You could hear Jack laugh outside of your door and you grinned, rolling your eyes at her childish behavior. "Are you going to tell me what we are doing?" You could practically hear Jack's smirk boring its way through the door as you hopped around the room with one leg in your jeans.

"I'm just taking you somewhere for the weekend," she finally announced just a little bit of her plan. Her eyes widened when she heard a thud and a few little crashing sounds coming from inside your room. "Y/N? Are you alright?"

If you weren't such a sight with your pants halfway up and your shirt stuck on your head, you'd have asked for her help, but you did not want her to see this. You finally pulled the shirt down and leaned against your dresser as you sat on the floor breathlessly. "Yeah, I'm fine," you assured her and looked around for shoes. "A weekend away? Shouldn't I pack??"

"You're covered," she chuckled.

"She had me pack for you!" you heard Travis call from the living room.

"Oh god," you mumbled under your breath as you made your way to the door.

"Don't worry. I told him just what to pack," she assured you with a knowing smirk when you opened the door. "I may have added a few things on my lunch break."

Your eyes widened slightly when you saw hers gloss over with a hint of lust. You swallowed hard and took her hand when she offered it to you. "Are you sure I don't have time for a shower or something?"

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time for that when we get to our destination," she smirked and waved to your brother. "Thanks again Travis."

"Anytime Special Agent," Travis laughed and shut the door.

You didn't say much for the first half hour of the ride. When did Jack sneak out of the office? Wouldn't you have noticed her leaving? Maybe you had been too caught up in the case, either way this was exciting. Your stomach was doing flips, however, as you thought about taking the next step in your relationship. It wasn't that you didn't want this, it was more so that you hadn't done this in years.

"You're awfully quiet for someone with so much curiousity," Jack pipes up with a little giggle.

Your heart raced a moment and a gentle smile crossed your lips as you listened to her laugh. You could listen to her all day, but that laugh was something extra special to you. You gave a small shrug and grinned, your eyes were focused on the mountains and trees that now surrounded you.

"Do you plan on telling me where we're going?" You arched a brow and glanced at her. She pressed her lips together and smirked. "See? Then I can't ask questions that will get me nowhere," you laughed and rolled your eyes. Her hand came to rest on your knee and gave you a little squeeze. "How did you manage to do all of this without my knowing?" You decided to give one question a try, not expecting much.

Jack pursed her lips together and wrinkled her brow as she gave thought to answering you. She decided it was a safe enough question and proceeded to respond. "I know your schedule well enough by now, and your brother did most of the work anyhow," she laughed.

"I can't believe you got Travis to pack my luggage," you laughed half in amusement, and half in dread of what she made him pack. You still were completely clueless.

"Don't worry. All the real sexy stuff is in another bag I packed myself," she smirked watching you squirm a bit.

Your heart picked up speed once more as you started to picture the two of you together again. You often had very vivid dreams about the two of you in moments of uninterrupted passion. Some nights you woke up in a hot sweat from the images you had. You felt her fingers trace your thighs and you swallowed hard, pushing your legs together a bit. when you looked over to her she was playing innocent as she drove, but you could see the smirk playing on her lips.

When the car came to a stop an hour later you realized exactly where you were. Jack didn't hesitate a moment before jumping out of the car and unpacking it. You unbuckled and looked around, impressed that she had done all of this just to spend a few, uninterrupted, days with you.

"Now how on Earth did you manage to get Gibbs to give up his quiet getaway?" You inquired, following behind her with a bag slung over your shoulder.

"I can get just about anybody to do just about anything," she smirked, turning around to face you now. You saw the spark of amusement in her eyes as she let your mind travel to the gutter. You rolled your eyes biting your lower lip. "You know you're cute when you do that."

You let go of your lip and replaced your grin with a look of pure confusion. "Do what?"

She took a step closer and your heart picked up speed. "Bite your lower lip. It's sort of...sexy," she smirked.

Your heart raced faster. If she was trying to turn you on it had worked hours ago. This was just torture. You watched her tongue come out to wet her lips, drawing out the motion to drive you crazier than you already were. You mumbled something under your breath.

"What was that?" She stopped mid stroke as she pushed your hair behind your ears.

"I said I can't believe it's been 4 weeks," you repeated as the ache you felt for her only grew stronger. You lifted your gaze and saw her eyeing you like the last piece of Ghirardelli chocolate.

"4 weeks and 6 days, but who's counting?" she teased and took a step closer.

You let out a breathy chuckle and wrapped your arms around her neck. "Well, obviously not you," you teased. She rolled her eyes and you couldn't stand her cuteness any longer. You pulled her closer and captured her lips in yours. This weekend was going to be perfect.

Okay that was way shorter than I thought. I am really sorry🥺

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Journey to the Past pt.3

This took awhile to write, but I'm pretty happy with it. I hope you are enjoying this😌

You had been pacing around your living room for half an hour now. Jack was still not home after that blowout back in her office nearly two hours ago. You knew she had work to do and probably needed to cool down before coming over, if she was still coming over. You had showered and made dinner, but still there was no sign of Jack not even a text. Just as you thought about giving up the door opened and you turned to face Jack.

"Jack," you stopped as she held up her hand and you couldn't read her expression. Was she upset with you? Had something happened in the case? Had Gibbs made things worse? All of these questions flooding your mind only made you more anxious.

Jack sighed and set down her coat and purse. "We need to talk," her voice sent chills down your spine and your stomach turned. Nothing good ever came from that sentence in a relationship.

"I shouldn't have called him out like that. It wasn't appropriate," you stepped in quickly.

"No, it wasn't, but that's not what we need to talk about," she shook her head and patted the seat beside her on the sofa.

You looked to her with a certain fear in your eyes, cautiously proceeding to her side. As you sat you looked at your hands that were fiddling in your lap. "Jack, baby, you're really starting to freak me out. Is this about us?"

Jack noticed the fear exuding from you and took your hand. "No! No, god no," she shook her head quickly. "I love you, Y/N," you felt yourself smile as she carried on. "I just needed to clear things up. Gibbs didn't end things with me," she sighed and ran her free hand through her hair.

You furrowed your brow as you listened to her. "I don't understand."

Jack began to chew her lower lip and get antsy in her seat. "Gibbs and I weren't a thing for a long time, despite what his team says," she started and stood up. Now she was the one who was pacing the room. "We flirted and spent a lot of time together, yes," she turned to face you and sighed. "One night, after things were starting to get serious, we found ourselves.." she squinted her eyes and tilted her head a bit, unsure how to phrase this. You nodded and she carried on, leaving you with the unsettling images of your girlfriend and your boss in bed together. "The next morning I told him things weren't going to work because I liked somebody else," she finally took a seat again and put her head in her hands.

You're eyes widened in realization of what she was getting at. "You mean you left him for me?"

Jack nodded, but retracted her response. "It wasn't me leaving him, Y/N. We weren't a couple."

"But you slept together," she nodded and you sighed. "He thinks it's my fault."

"No," Jack moved closer and pushed your hair from your face. "I talked to him tonight, and he knows where my head was at now. He's sorry for how he's treated you these past months."

You scoffed and rolled youreyes. "Gibbs apologized?" You couldn't help your skepticism on the subject. Special Agent, Leroy Jethro Gibbs was not one to apologise. He was barely one to stick around for a full conversation.

"Maybe not in so many words, but I know he is sorry," Jack laughed and you rolled your eyes with a little smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

She leaned in to kiss your cheek, brushing her lips over it a few times before proceeding to your jawline. This lasted awhile before she captured your lips in a series of hungry kisses. Your stomach did flips and your heart raced at her touch. Your hand slid up her thigh and found its way behind her back. Nothing had ever felt as good as it did when Jack was in your arms.

"I made dinner," you whispered as you both pulled away for air. She arched her brow and you laughed at the cautious look that spread across her face. "I know, I know. We might have to order in."

"I'll eat whatever you made," she smirked and pushed loose strands of hair from your face. Her deep brown eyes glossed over with love and lust.

You found yourself unable to speak for a few moments, getting lost in Jack completely. You couldn't explain the feelings that arose inside of you whenever she was around, and when she was as close as she was now all hell broke loose within you. You shook your head of your devious thoughts before clearing your throat and letting out a soft laugh. "I won't make you do that to yourself. My cooking will probably put you up for a week," you laughed with more amusement in your tone.

Jack rolled her eyes and let out a sound that you swore sounded like an angel singing. "I'll risk it," she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your ruby lips once more. "Who knows, maybe I can have you for dessert?"

You felt your cheeks get hot and swore your face was the shade of a tomato. You absolutely loved when Jack was playful like this with you. "Maybe," you smirked and kissed her lips once more. "Maybe I'll even let you have seconds."

Soft giggles filled the room and you both found yourselves lost in yet another series of desperate kisses. Neither of you were ever able to keep your hands off of each other. Honestly you were amazed that you had managed to stay mostly professional at work. At least to the publics eyes you were.

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Jack couldn't remember a longer 'hump day' in her life. The murder of Lieutenant Abigail Finnley was going on its third day of being unsolved. William Jenson was still a suspect even though NCIS had to release him due to lack of evidence, and Jack could only imagine the smug look he must of had on his face as he walked out. She had been over the files at least five times that morning alone, but she was getting nowhere. She tossed her pencil across the room in frustration just as the door open. She looked up and saw Gibbs standing there surprised after having to dodge a flying pencil.

"Have a new file for you," he walked in and shut the door behind him. He held out yet another boring beige folder and she took it with frustration.

"Just what I need. Another file to go over that'll lead me nowhere," she rolled her tired brown eyes, unamused.

Gibbs couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw the frustration written all over her. "Lesley Hangman, Lieutenant Finnley's best friend," he stated plainly.

Jack was flipping through the files now and looked up at Gibbs suddenly. "We already questioned her. Did you find something else?"

"Finnley filled a restraining order against her the week before she died."

Jack was intrigued. She adjusted her glasses and sat forward with curiosity. "Now why would you file a restraining order against your best friend?"

Gibbs shrugged. "That's where you come in, Jack," he sighed and started to leave, but he stopped at the door. "Y/N-"

Jack arched a brow and gave a little nod. "She'll be on her best behavior tomorrow," she assured him.

"Not what I was asking, Jack."

"I know," their eyes locked for a moment before she sighed, giving into his silent questions. "I told her everything, and we are fine." Gibbs nodded and just like that Jack was left to her own devices once again.

Jack looked down as her phone made a noise. A smile crossed her lips as she read the text.

Chinese takeout tonight. Any movie requests? (:

Surprise me baby. Can't wait to see you;) -J

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You chuckled at the text you just received and licked the cookie dough off of the spatula. You began to wipe the counter and do the dishes as the cookies baked, filling the room with a rich sweetness. There was not much to do being stuck at home but cook and clean, and try not to focus too negatively on yesterday's events. You sighed and turned your music up to drown out your thoughts. You began to dance and hum to yourself. Jack would be home soon and you wanted her to enjoy the evening. This case was too personal for her, and you knew that the last thing she would want was to think about it all. The door opened, but you didn't hear it. You were too busy singing along to the music into a wooden spoon. Your hips swayed and you tossed you hair. A loud screech escaped your lips as you felt arms wrap around you from behind.

"Jack! I didn't even hear you come in," you tried to catch your breath as you turned in her arms. She chuckled and pecked your lips. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"We wrapped the case," she shrugged and kissed your nose again, giggling. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. You just looked so sexy I couldn't resist."

You rolled your eyes and smirked. She had an excuse for everything. Your brows furrowed when you realized what she had said. "You wrapped the case? Was it-"

Jack shook her head and sighed. "No, it wasn't Jenson. Turns out it was the best friend, Lesley Hangman. She and Finnley were more than friends, but when Finnley broke things off Lesley became obsessed with trying to get her back."

"And that's when Lieutenant Finnley filed the restraining order?" Your knowledge sparked Jack's curiosity and you giggled. "Bishop might have filled me in on a few details earlier."

Jack rolled her eyes and continued. "Yes, well Lesley came over to confront Abigail and things got heated. That's when she stabbed her," she sighed and let her body relax against yours, pressed against the counter. Your arms instinctively wrapped around her.

"Sounds like you need to put your feet up," you breathed out as she pressed against you. Your heart was racing. The things this woman did to you.

"Way up," she smirked playfully causing you groan.

She leaned closer, kissing along your jawline before dipping down to the curve of your collarbone. Your head tilted back instinctively and you swallowed hard. Your grip on the counter tightened as her lips trailed down your chest, but quickly made their way back to your neck. You could feel your legs getting shaky, and she must have too because her leg pushed in between yours and her hips held you in position. You let out another groan, this one more desperate than the last. You took a deep breath, but her scent was intoxicating.

Your hands ran up her back until they found their way into her beautifully, blonde, beach curls, and gave them a gentle tug. She gasped and looked into your eyes before you leaned forward to capture her lips in a heated frenzy of passion. You both wasted no time finding your way into each other's mouths, fighting for dominance, and before you knew it Jack was leading you to the bedroom. You didn't stop her as she kicked the door shut and laid you on the bed. All previous plans were out the window, and your focus was on the beautiful, half naked blonde straddling you now and kissing down your body.

"Y/N," Jack's voice was low and seductive as she inches closer to your thighs.

Her fingers latched under your panty line, but you pulled her back up to you and quickly flipped her over. "Jack," you groaned again. Her hands were pinned to the mattress as our straddled her now and dipped your head to kiss her passionately. "This is about you," you whispered and smirked. She let out that giggle that sent shivers up your spine. Your lips found hers again, and soon the room filled with soft moans and breathless panting. If only everyday could be this way.