#imaginegibbs

[kaunis-sielu]

Lawyered: End

A very confused looking DiNozzo takes Miller away from you. After replacing your zip ties with actual handcuffs he loads Miller into the back of one of the cars. McGee and Ziva are both watching you and Gibbs with zero shame. Gibbs doesn't seem to care, he's got a protective arm around your back and is keeping you close to him.

"You're sure you're okay?" He asks quietly looking down at you.

"I'm sure. Feeling extremely grateful that you convinced me to learn to shoot." You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest. He gives a little chuckle and rests his chin on your head, his arms circling your waist.

"Uh, Boss?" McGee says causing Gibbs to shift, his grip doesn't loosen in the slightest but you do take your head off of his chest and glance over at the Agent.

"Yes McGee?"

"Do you, uh, is there something you want to tell us?"

"Nope." Gibbs says simply and you can't help but laugh at the surprised look on Agent McGee's face.

"Gibbs." You chide and he sighs.

"Ziva, Tony, Tim. We're dating."

"You. Are dating a lawyer?" Tony says in astonishment.

"I know, I still can't believe it." You tease Gibbs and he scowls down at you for a half second before he gives you that little half smile you've come to adore.

"It's a wonder you put up with me at all." Gibbs says back and you laugh.

"Well, thank you for all of your help with the case." Ziva says with a smirk.

"Honestly Ziva, Miller did most of the work. He found me."

"Still." She smiles at you, "Made our job easier."

"I'll do the paperwork boss." Tony says before climbing into the driver's seat of the NCIS owned black car.

"We got this boss." McGee agrees and Ziva nods before joining the two men in the car. It pulls away and Gibbs catches your chin then presses a kiss to your lips.

"I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm fine Gibbs. Better than fine, I get the rest of the night with you." He chuckles lowly then kisses you again.

[kaunis-sielu]

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."