#gibbsimagine

[kaunis-sielu]

That’s My Coffee

“One tall black coffee!” One of the baristas calls over the soft music of the coffee shop. You go to grab your addiction but when you’re only half way you notice a man with silver hair moving away from you. Your coffee in his hand.

“Hey!” You cry, “hey wait!” You catch the sleeve of his jacket just outside the door. He swings around quickly, loosing the coffee and his hand going to his hip. You see the butt of his gun before you see the badge. “Fuck!” You yelp stumbling back he reaches out and grabs your arm before you can go off of the curb. “Sorry.” You mumble, you just know that your cheeks are pink with embarrassment.

“What?” He grumbles.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” You explain, “You just took my coffee and I’m running on empty.”

“Well now it’s on the ground so it’s all yours.” He grouches and your mouth drops open in surprise.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Wooow.” You draw out the word in irritation, “Just because you’re some big bad federal Agent doesn’t mean that you can be a dick.”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“Fuck you man.” You snap and turn on your heel, if you beat him back to the shop you can take his coffee. It seems he has the same idea, following you back into the shop. The bell chimes as you yank open the door. One of the baristas looks up to greet you and then sees the man behind you.

“Gibbs! There you are.” She goes to pass him his coffee when you snag it out of her hand.

“He took mine then proceeded to dump it on the sidewalk.” You tell her before dodging his hand and taking a drink. The barista stares at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in surprise. “Thank you Agent Gibbs. It’s been fun.” You tell him throwing him a wink before you leave the coffee shop.

You’re surprised when he catches up with you half a block later. His own cup of coffee in his hand.

“You didn’t really think I was gonna let you call me a dick and get away with it did you?” He asks evenly, he doesn’t look at you, just takes a sip of his coffee.

“I mean, I was hopeful.” You shoot him a grin and you see a smirk cross his lips. “How about I say sorry with lunch?”

“Deal.” He passes you his card and you tuck it into your pocket.

“Later Gibbs.” You flirt then split off from him toward work.

You guess sacrificing your coffee for a date with him was worth it.

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Accident Prone

For @alfabravo666 with Gibbs. I hope this is what you were looking for. Sorry it took me so long.

He was glaring. That cold blue stare of his, and the fact that he hadn't blinked was sort of freaky.

"Which one?" He growled

"Gibbs no." You protest.

"Which one of those idiots left you to defend the front by yourself."

"Me. I told them I could handle it and clearly I was wrong." You say gesturing to the now clean and wrapped gunshot wound.

"You could have been killed. They shouldn't have left you." Gibbs growls.

"Gibbs."

"Don't Gibbs me."

"Jethro." You counter and he huffs in annoyance. "I am a fully capable Agent. It's not Tim or Tony's job to take care of me." You argue sliding off of the bed you've been sitting on. "The asshole snuck up on me and got a couple shots off. He got lucky." You scoop up your bag with your uninjured arm then loop it through his. "Take me home?" You ask and Gibbs nods covering your hand with his. You know he only barks out of concern for you, and if one of the boys was to blame you know his bark wouldn't be worse than his bite. It was honestly your choice.

The missing woman hadn't had much time left.

You heal quickly, but you can tell Gibbs is annoyed that you’re pushing yourself. You know he thinks you’re moving too fast, not taking enough time to heal. Pot, meet kettle. It’s why you balance one another out so well, you’re both stubborn. You follow your gut and it usually doesn’t lead you wrong. Much to Gibbs annoyance.

“You need more rest.”

“I’m fine Gibbs.” You tell him strapping on your vest. “You wouldn’t take more rest either.”

“But I’m your boss.” He growls and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Gibbs, we’re outnumbered as it is. Please. Let me help.”

“Fine.” He huffs, and you follow him silently into the building. You clear each room as you go, moving quickly but quietly.

The suspect jumps out at you from a blind corner. The knife in his hand slices your leg before you shoot him once in the arm.

“Are you kidding me!” You cry, as Gibbs gets between you and your attacker. He kicks the gun away as Tony and McGee come running into the room. Once Gibbs hands your attacker off to Tony and McGee he turns on you and sighs heavily. You’re sitting on the floor, putting pressure on the cut when he crouched down and hands you his handkerchief.

“You’re having a tough month aren’t you.” He tells you, doesn’t ask.

“Thanks and yes.”

“I told you that you should’ve stayed outside.”

“And has someone sneak up on me out there? No thanks. Will you take me to the hospital now?”

“Ambulance is on the way.” He sits down next to you and gently presses down on the cut on your leg. You wince slightly and he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’ve got you sweetheart. And after this you’re taking the rest of the month off.”

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Lawyered: 4

You head home, well sort of, you go to Gibbs place. You practically live there minus the actually living there part. It's a strange arrangement but it works for you and Gibbs. You make your way up the driveway and onto the sidewalk that leads to the front porch your heels clicking with each step. You're digging for keys when someone grabs your arm.

"What the hell?" You exclaim as the person drags you back toward the driveway. "Let go!"

"Shut the hell up!" He snaps as he pulls you back to the cars. Oh hell no you're not going down like this. You dig into your purse for the little .22 you keep in there and ripping your arm from his grasp you turn and aim the gun at him.

"Don't move." You snarl. He lunges for the gun and you fire.

"You bitch!" He screams holding his now bleeding arm.

"I told you not to move." You tell him, sounding much braver than you feel. "Get on the ground." He glares at you but does as you ask. You dig your knee into his back then cuff him with a zip tie from your purse. Keeping your knee in his back you pull your cell from your bag and call Gibbs.

"Gibbs."

"I was attacked outside your house."

"I'm on my way." He hangs up then and you put your phone away.

"Alright, here's the deal. I'm going to wrap that gunshot wound so you don't bleed out. You try any shit and not only will I make you regret it but so will my boyfriend."

"Oh I'm scared now." He says sarcastically and the scarf you've taken from your neck tightens painfully on his arm and he swears loudly.

"Don't be a dick and I won't hurt you." You snap making quick work of binding the gunshot. It's then Gibbs' black car comes screeching to a halt. He and his team are out of the car faster than you thought possible.

"I thought you said you were attacked."

"I was. You didn't give me a chance to tell you that I shot him."

"Good girl." He says pulling you to him, he kisses your temple and you chuckle softly. "Who are you?" He snaps shoving the man sitting on the ground with his foot.

"I need to go to a doctor man." He growls.

"Answer my question." Gibbs growls. "I'm NCIS, you know what that is?"

"Part of the FBI?"

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service. You picked the wrong woman to attack."

"Whatever man."

"Name." Gibbs roars, grabbing the man's injured arm.

"Davis Miller!" He cries and even though he's bound and injured Gibbs moves you behind him.

"DiNozzo. Bring him in."