#gibbs

[wyrm-house]

[crazycurly-77]

Flowers for Mrs. Gibbs

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: pure fluff

Dear @dreamy-state-of-mind, thank you for the wonderful prompt for this story. Enjoy!

Everything seemed normal that day. There was no case to solve, no special incidents and nothing. It was pure routine.

And it was normal for messengers to come and go. But it was unusual, however, for them to bring flowers.

The young man who brought them was apparently practical, because he stood in the middle of the bullpen and called out loudly:

“Flowers for Mrs. Gibbs!!”

His voice faded away and silence spread. In fact, it was dead silent, because everyone had abruptly stopped what they were doing and interrupted their conversations. You would have heard it if a pin had dropped.

Tony confidently walked up to the boy and said: “There must be some confusion. There is only one Mr. Gibbs here.”

But the messenger remained persistent:

“No, no, no. I’ve been instructed to give these flowers to Mrs. Y/N Gibbs.”

At that moment, you and Gibbs came out of the principal's office and wondered why everyone was so quiet.

Obviously it had something to do with Tony and a flower delivery man who were standing in the middle of the desks.

When Tony saw you coming towards him, he said with relief: “Hey boss, Y/N. Nice to see you here.”

Gibbs just looked at him sternly: “DiNozzo. Don't you have anything to do?”

“Uhm, yes, boss,” he replied before looking at you: “But the boy is bringing flowers for you. He just wrote down the wrong name.”

Since you could imagine what the “problem” was, especially after the conversation with the principal, you just smiled at Tony and left it to Jethro to sort it out.

Unlike you, Gibbs didn't bat an eyelid, but just raised both eyebrows and asked interestedly: “So? Which one?” The question was actually superfluous because he knew the answer, but he just had too much fun teasing Tony a little.

"The flowers are for Mrs. Y/N Gibbs, Sir," the boy replied with his head held high and a firm voice, as if he were giving a prize.

"I already told him that it must be a misunderstanding, boss. But he absolutely doesn't want to believe it," Tony hurried to explain.

"Who are the flowers from?" Jethro wanted to know.

"From Mr. Tobias Fornell," the flower man answered.

Against all expectations, Gibbs laughed out loud and you ran your hand over your face. The colleagues had expected a lot, but not that the boss seemed to be very amused by the mix-up.

When he had calmed down enough, he grinned, shook his head and muttered:

"Good old Fornell..."

The messenger was slowly becoming restless, because this had been going on for far too long.

"Sir, I have to move on. Am I in the right place or not?" he wanted to know.

Gibbs smiled at him, pressed a tip into his hand and replied:

"Yes, you're in the right place. Give me the flowers."

"Thank you, Sir. Have a nice day!" the boy called, gave him the bouquet and ran to the elevator.

Tony still couldn't believe how such a gross mix-up could have happened: "We've worked with the FBI so many times and they still can't get it right. They really have no idea if they mix up names so massively."

Gibbs was in his element. He grinned at him, handed you the bouquet, leaned over to you and gave you a short but loving kiss on the lips.

As the boss intended, DiNozzo stood there and stared at him with his mouth wide open.

But Jethro couldn't help himself and went one step further. He looked at his team member and said with a broad grin: "That's because it wasn't a mix-up."

At the same time, you raised your hand and showed him your new ring.

Tony's jaw dropped.

Then Gibbs went grinning to his desk and you went to the elevator towards the forensic lab that you share with Abby and you were sure that she already knew the news by the time you got to her place.

The End

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[passionwillow]

Soft!Gibbs who finally went back to sleeping in his bed after all those years, but only with you. He won’t sleep there alone.

Soft!Gibbs who wakes up before you, just to roll over and spoon you. Arms snug around your waist, face buried in your neck.

Soft!Gibbs who refuses to let you up. You squirm and laugh, telling him you need to throw the laundry in and start cleaning. But he just squishes you closer, smile pressed to your shoulder as his leg tangles with yours.

Soft!Gibbs who loves to kiss you. Your neck, your cheek, stopping your words in their tracks as he kisses your lips.

Soft!Gibbs who loves to play with your hair and smiles at you so soft and adoring.

Soft!Gibbs who eventually lets you get up when he gets hungry enough, making breakfast for you and tugging you into his lap to eat.

[alterwilts]

The Expert:

Chapter 1: Quite Extraordinary

Ducky adjusts his glasses, staring at the carved symbols on the victim’s torso.

Tony and McGee stand behind him, waiting for the explanation.

But Ducky goes pale.

“Doctor?” McGee asks.

Ducky doesn’t answer.

Instead, he picks up the phone, dials an internal number, and waits.

“Jethro,” he says softly when Gibbs answers.

“I need you in Autopsy immediately.”

Gibbs arrives minutes later, expression locked.

“What is it, Duck?”

Ducky steps aside to show the symbols.

Gibbs studies them.

“Some kind of code?”

“Yes. A very old one. One used by a Navy intelligence sub-unit established in 1953.

Defunct now. Buried, I believe intentionally.”

Tony raises an eyebrow.

“How would anyone even know that?”

Ducky exhales.

“There is… this archivist I know. This is old and hidden stuff but if anyone would know it would be them”

Gibbs crosses his arms.

“Name.”

Ducky meets his eyes, voice quiet and grave.

“Y/N L/N.”

Gibbs frowns.

“Never heard of them.”

“You wouldn’t have.”

Ducky closes the victim’s cover.

“But I assure you, they are quite extraordinary.”

The bullpen is unusually quiet for mid-afternoon. Tony is perched on McGee’s desk like a gargoyle, waiting for the mysterious consultant. McGee pretends not to be curious, but he keeps glancing toward the elevator.

Gibbs stands at his desk, arms folded, eyes fixed on the elevator doors like he can will them open.

They ding.

You step out.

Calm. Composed. A backpack slung over one shoulder, a rolled sleeve showing a faint ink smudge from whatever document you were digging through when NCIS called. You scan the room the way a historian scans a battlefield, quietly, but with full understanding.

Tony hops off the desk. “This is them? This is the Y/N L/N? Ducky made it sound like we were calling the librarian of the universe.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Funny. You’re exactly how Ducky described you.”

McGee snorts. Tony’s face twists in offended confusion.

Gibbs’ mouth twitches, almost a smile, as he steps forward.

“Gibbs,” he says, offering a hand.

“Y/N,” you reply, shaking it firmly. He notices: your grip is steady, your eyes sharper than expected, and you don’t shrink under his stare the way some consultants do.

“Ducky says you can help us with our victim,” Gibbs says.

You set your backpack on the nearest desk and unzip it without ceremony. “Then let’s see what you’ve got.”

Tony leans in toward McGee. “She didn’t even say hello to me.”

“She got your personality from a single glance,” McGee whispers back. “Honestly? Impressive.”

You pull out a battered leather binder, well-used, pages thick with notes and cross-references.

Abby bursts from the elevator right then, energy and pigtails bouncing. “Y/N! Oh my gosh! you’re here!” She runs over and hugs you like an old friend.

Gibbs blinks. “You two know each other?”

“She’s helped me with obscure forensic sigils twice,” Abby explains, still hugging you. “Did you know she once found the origin of a chemical symbol used in a Cold War bunker? The woman is magic.”

You pat Abby’s arm, amused. “I just read too much.”

“Same thing!” Abby beams.

Gibbs taps the evidence photos clipped to the murder board. “These are what Ducky showed you.”

You step forward, eyes narrowing as you study the carved symbols. Your breathing stills. The room goes silent around you, Tony and McGee hovering behind, Abby at your shoulder, Gibbs watching you like a test he knows you’ll pass.

You lift a finger, hovering inches from one of the photos.

“These aren’t just markings,” you say softly. “They’re identifiers.”

Tony frowns. “Identifiers for what? A cult?”

You shake your head. “No. A unit.”

McGee’s eyes widen. “But that unit Ducky mentioned didn’t it dissolve in the sixties?”

“Officially,” you say. “This symbol here…” you point again “means the victim knew something. Or saw something. Something the unit didn’t want resurfacing.”

Gibbs steps closer. “What?”

You turn to him fully for the first time. He’s intense, focused, waiting for truth. You realize why Ducky trusts him.

You swallow once.

“Something that should’ve stayed buried, Agent Gibbs.”

A beat.

Then Gibbs says quietly:

“Tell me everything.”

[tonyandzivauk]

NCIS | 4x8 | Once A Hero

[clearpurpleskies]

Gibbs is such a fashion icon, holding on that useless neckcloth for god knows how long lmao. What purpose does it serve at this point other than accesorizing.

Also it cant be the same one from his navy days.

I mean...

He found that new once and held onto it for his life. I wouldn't be entirely surprised if he has not untied it in years.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Will is the anchor: steady, grounded, practical in his loyalty. He becomes the quiet balance in the trio.

・Elizabeth is the flame: bold, adventurous, full of daring plans. She’s the one pulling both of you toward danger and freedom.

・You are the storm between them: witty, sarcastic, unafraid of chaos, and keeping both of them laughing (and on their toes).

・Together, you form an unbreakable trio; iron will, blazing fire, and unpredictable storm.

・With saying that, Will and Elizabeth are terribly protective of you.

・Of course you can take care of yourself, but they don't like letting you do things on your own

・You make each other laugh, shamelessly share bits of clothing and have a bond so secure that time nor distance could weaken it.

・Your three person relationship is more accepted amongst the life of piracy. But whenever you go on land (with 'civilised' people) they do not understand. They think it immoral and wrong

・Which neither one of you care about.

・Chaos seems to follow you three ... everywhere.

・You all live on your large ship, with a crew and the pirate flag waving up ahead.

・Elizabeth, aka the Pirate King, is the Captain, with you being the Quartermaster (The captain’s equal in many ways. Managed discipline, divided plunder fairly, and acted as a voice for the crew.)

・And Will is the First Mate (or Sailing Master) (Oversaw navigation, set the ship’s course, and trained new sailors. They needed to know maps, stars, and currents.)

・Though the crew see all three of you as equal leaders.

・Although he doesn't show it, Jack is rather jealous... Not that he wants commitment but he sees they way you three look at each other.

・Maybe he just wants to be adored.

・Elizabeth's love language is words of affirmation; telling you how much she loves you, she loves giving praise. Will's love language is physical touch and acts of service.

・Elizabeth drags you both out into storms on deck, hair flying, laughing at the sky. Will just holds onto you both like he’s terrified the sea will take you.

・You all share a bed in the Captain's Quarter (you sail on a large vessel)

・Late at night, when all you can feel is the rocking of the boat, is when you tell your secrets to one another. Not just from the past, but the present and what you hope for in the future

・Elizabeth loves it when you brush her hair.

・More often than not, you and Elizabeth team up and tease him

・But you make up for it with kisses

・You're also infamous.

・The three lovers who sail the seven seas

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Three Badasses In Love

Sun (Elizabeth) x Moon (Will) x Eclipse (You)

"We Will Always Find Each Other"

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Rivals to Lovers

Forced Proximity

Soulmates Can Come In Three

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Fireside by Arctic Monkeys

Holding Out For A Hero by Frou Frou

Hallelujiah by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾🔞

・Usually Elizabeth is the most dominant, but it's suprising how possessive Will becomes and then you ... their submissive love.

・They ravish you; taking off your clothes and planting kisses along your exposed skin.

・Hands rub and grip, fingers pinch and mouths collide

・Elizabeth constantly tells you how good you are, how you are made for them.

・Biting and hickies are everywhere; inside of your thigh, your chest, it shows that you belong to them.

・Elizabeth will deliberately kiss you slow and deep in front of Will just to make him groan; he gets possessive, pushing between you, kissing you hard while Elizabeth laughs against your neck and joins back in.

・They’re as ravenous as they are devoted.

・After, Elizabeth is the one who cleans you with soft hands and silk cloth, while Will is the one who tucks you into his chest, murmuring quiet promises until you drift off.