#ncis ficlet

[specialagentmonkey]

This Is Going To Hurt...

Here’s another prompt! I really enjoyed this one. I hope you guys do too. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and very welcomed <3.

Requested by: Anon - “hey! can I get Gibbs with 2? <3″

Word Count: 676

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

2. "This is going to hurt."

"Crap!" You all but screamed as the suspect, who had chosen to run when you and Gibbs strolled up to his house, who had also chosen to take you as a would-be hostage, wrenched your arm so high behind your back there was a pop and crack, "F-!" You crumbled to the floor, holding your arm as best as you could.

The suspect didn't get far as Gibbs dragged him to the floor, shoving handcuffs on him, making sure he didn't get away he moved him over to the radiator that was in the house, looping the handcuffs around the pipe, "[Y/L/N], talk to me." He demanded as he snapped the second cuff closed, giving the suspect a shove before he came straight to where you were on the floor.

You moved painfully slowly to lean against the wall, tears already slowly coming down your cheeks, it hurt like hell, "I...uh...I think he dislocated my shoulder, I-I-I can't be sure..." You whimpered as Gibbs raised his hands, they were only centimetres away from your injured shoulder, "Don't." You gritted your teeth as he ignored you completely and placed his large hands over the burning joint.

"It's alright.." He murmured and gently pressed his fingers to feel what was wrong, "Definitely dislocated, might be broken too..."

You whine as he pressed his fingers against the front of your joint, "Gibbs!" You muttered in pain and flinched, "Stop it."

He pulled his phone out, "I need an ambulance.."

Your world started to shift a little, the swimming motion invading your sight. It was like you were on a boat, "Gibbs..don'feel t'good..." You slur, keeping a hand on your shoulder. In the pit of your stomach, you felt so sick.

Gibbs snapped his phone shut, "[Y/N], hey, stay with me. You're in shock." He informed you and for once, you didn't argue with him when he placed his hands on you again, "I need to get your jacket off. Hey, you with me?"

"Are you askin' t'take my clothes off?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow, you missed the grin on his own face as you closed your eyes.

There was whimpering and crying but you heard sirens in the distance, "[Y/N] you ready?" When you nod, Gibbs moved you forward a bit and takes your wrist in one and places another on your shoulder, "This is going to hurt."

"No kidding Boss."

"Three...two..."

"AH!" You shouted as there was a white hot pain before nothing. It didn't hurt like it did before. It was more of a numbed, dull ache. Gibb's moved your arm so your hand was on your opposite shoulder and took your jacket, creating a make-shift sling, "Oh my..." You whispered and let your head lean back against the wall, a thin sheen of sweat covering your forehead.

"There we are." Gibbs said in such a soothing voice you couldn't help but lean your head towards him, eyes still closed.

"That...was an experience." You mumbled and heard him chuckle, making you smile a little.

"EMT's will be here soon." He said to you, moving a hand over your hair, moving some of it from your face, "You alright?" He asked softly as he moved his hand down to cup your cheek.

"Yeah." You whispered and opened your eyes with a flutter, "Thank you."

He leant over and kissed your cheek, "I'll go check on that ambulance and move our friendly suspect." He yanked up the man, marching him through the house and outside to sit in the car.

You were tended to by the EMT's when they arrived, both a little annoyed by Gibbs's actions but neither you nor Gibbs was bothered, you weren't in all that pain and that's what mattered. After a brief visit to the hospital where you had an x-ray and the proper bandages and strapping applied as well as a sling Gibbs offered you a perfectly cooked steak and a lot of beer at his. Who were you to say no?

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[specialagentmonkey]

Gibbs’s New Phone

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Requested by: Anonymous - “ what about trying to get gibbs to get a new phone? p.s thanks and i love your writing and your blog”

Word Count: 416

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

The new smartphones had their perks, the internet access, nice cameras that took brilliant pictures and they have the ability to video call as well as hold music albums and applications for a number of things too. They were a neat device, handy if you were on the move with GPS and maps built into them.

The downside was trying to convince Leroy Jethro Gibbs to buy one. You'd been at it for a week, even made a mini powerpoint presentation and showed him after the rest of your team had gone home, "I'm telling you, Gibbs. They're easy to work. Even you..."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow, "Even I, what?" He asked as he sat on the edge of his desk.

"...could do it." You finish off with a sheepish expression before gesturing towards him, "I wouldn't tell you to get one if I thought it was a bad idea. I'll even come with you to get it."

Gibbs looked dubious and looked at the big screen behind you, "What's wrong with this one?" He asked with a frown, pulling out his old flip phone, "This has survived God knows what..."

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips, moving over you perch yourself next to him on his desk and placed your hand on his thigh, looking down at the old faithful phone too, "We can give it a good send-off." It was cute to see how attached he was to his phone. The look on his face said it all. You grinned and shared a kiss, he was bought and the next afternoon you both went to the mall to purchase a new phone for Gibbs.

Vance had placed you on a temporary assignment aboard a naval ship, to question and oversee the investigation of the death of a petty officer. You were alone in your bunk on your third night, missing Jethro. You select his name on your list of contacts in the IM app and send him a selfie, a nice view of your cleavage peeking out of your tank top.

Gibbs was at home, cold beer in hand slumped on the sofa watching the game. He heard his phone sound off and leaned forward with a grunt. He placed his bottle down and slid his finger on the screen to unlock the phone. It was a message from you, a photo message. Once he'd opened it he grinned. Maybe the new smartphones weren't so bad after all.

[specialagentmonkey]

Photos & Stakeouts

Here’s another. Sorry, it’s shorter than most of my others. 

Requested by: Anonymous - “Hey Monkey! I see you’re taking requests now. I love your writing (and your blog omg Tom) and was hoping you’d do something with Tony? Or Gibbs? Whichever, on a stakeout and the reader is at home sending saucy pictures? Thanks!”

Word Count: 463

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Tony grinned down at his phone, the soft light illuminating his face in the darkness of the car. He was on a stakeout with McGee which meant he wasn’t at home with you. You didn’t mind too much, you had managed to get some bits done for Tony’s upcoming birthday and you’d cleaned your apartment, something that you’d been putting off for a few days now.

“What’re you grinning at?” McGee asked, glancing over to his partner, a small frown creasing his brow.

Tony just grinned again, “Oh, now that would be telling McNosey.”

McGee rolled his eyes and shook his head as he turned to watch the suspect’s house, “Gibbs would slap you if he knew you’d done nothing but stare at your phone for the past twenty minutes, let alone stare at [Y/N].” He pointed out, turning his head back to look at Tony, “What? Didn’t think I knew?”

“I didn’t know [Y/N] had told anyone.” He said with his own frown.

McGee shrugged, “She hasn’t but it doesn’t take Gibbs to work out the two of you are…whatever you are.”

Tony didn’t know what to say, McGee was right, though he definitely wasn’t going to tell him that. He simply stayed quiet, his eyes dropping back onto his phone.

— You were currently giggling to yourself as you lay in the bathtub, bubbles and the soft scent of vanilla and honey around you. You had been cheeky enough to send Tony an alluring picture of your soaked legs, peaking out of the water. That didn’t take long to receive a reply. The next photo you snapped was while you were on your nice big double bed, your freshly painted, deep red toenails standing out on the white bed spread. The reply from him made you laugh. The next was of your hand holding a large glass of Rose wine with a lit candle in the background.

“Christ…” Tony mumbled and shifted in his seat, you were definitely in trouble when he arrived home.

McGee sat up, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.” He glanced at his partner, “Just..tired.” He lied, hoping McGee wouldn’t question him.

You grinned at the screen, biting your lip as you sent the picture of your present attire a simple silk nightgown if you could call it that, it barely covered your thigh in length and was as thin as anything. A threat from him made you smirk, a simple ‘You just wait’.

— You did. You didn’t have to wait long either, Gibbs called McGee two hours later to call off the stakeout, the suspect they were watching had already been found - dead. You welcomed Tony with open arms straight into bed when he got home. His suit, nor did your silk nightgown stay on much longer.