The bullpen was quiet ever since you and Jethro had your big argument while you were out investigating a case and the pair of you wouldn’t talk to each other. Tony and McGee exchanged quiet looks of uncertainty as Gibbs walked in.
You sat now at your desk, fuming. You looked up at him as he passed you.
“You have a problem, (l/n)?” He asked. You hadn’t responded. “Do you have a problem, (y/n)?” You continued to glare at him. “I asked you a question Marine, answer me.”
“No.” You said coldly. His icy blue eyes staring right into yours. Two fiery glares being exchanged in silence.
“(Y/n) what exactly happened out there?” McGee asked.
“Yeah… I’m with McNosy on this one” Tony agreed.
“I said something he didn’t like. I did something he didn’t like.” you respond not looking up from your paperwork. They boys had receded back to their work, leaving you be… you obviously weren’t in the mood. Jethro clenched his jaw.
What felt like hours later, you grew bored of your filing work and grabbed the remaining 20 something files, you dropped them onto his desk. You locked eyes with him as they landed with a deep thud. You decided you would go toe to toe with you boss and boyfriend at the same time.
“Here Jethro. That’s for you” you say and grab your coat. “I’m taking my lunch break” you walked out. It was his turn to fume now. Tony and McGee looked at each other as they argument was waiting to break out. He glared daggers into your back as you stalked to the elevator.
“Boss…” DiNozzo began.
“Shut it.” Gibbs stood up and followed you. “You know (y/n) pretty stupid of you to tell your boss what you were gonna do” he said following you.
“Oh god Gibbs grow up” you reply walking towards your car. “Boss, boyfriend, what are you? You can’t play both roles at once you know”
You turned abruptly to face him.
“Yes I can” he replied. “You crossed the line”
“Oh, I crossed the line, baby? I crossed the line!?” You were now literally inches away from him. You could feel his body heat. “I wasn’t the one that started bringing out personal affairs into it. I wasn’t the one that decided it’d be a good idea to just, I don’t know, casually tell someone that “you’re always so belligerent (y/n) you don’t listen, the only time you’ve ever listened to me is in bed, and you barely do that””
Jethro couldn’t deny it, he was incredibly turned on by you. Your anger made your eyes sparkle, the way your jaw flexed as you glared at him.
“Im sorry I crossed the line (y/n) but you are not allowed to tell me how to do my job when I’m on the field because at work, I’m the boss.” He spoke. “You don’t listen. You don’t immediately do as I tell you, quite frankly, you have gotten belligerent.”
“Then fuck it out of me” you say through gritted teeth. “Fuck the belligerency right out of me”
“Get in the truck.” His eyes darkened. “Now. And (l/n) do not make me ask you again” you walked to the truck, he pushed you against the door and caught you in a heated kiss. Unlocking the door behind you. You undid your coat, and he undid his throwing it into the truck bed as you opened the door.
You got inside and scooted back as he crawled between your legs, closing the door behind you. His mouth reconnected to yours roughly. His hands followed the natural curve of your clothing as you moaned into his mouth. His calloused hands met the waistband of your pants as yours found his belt. You teased his growth as he assaulted your neck. He bucked his hips as he groaned.
“Fuck” you heard the desire in his voice.He made easy work of undoing your pants with an easy few flicks of his wrist. Unzipping his pants, he easily slipped himself out as you let your pants down.
He slid into you, a deep guttural groan leaving him. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly fucked you. Not wasting anytime in relieving himself and chasing to relieve you. The tangled moans that es the two of you would’ve been a symphony to any outside listeners.
Your moans and whimpers raised higher in pitch as he thrusted sloppier and sloppier as his orgasm neared. Hard thrusts earned him a rough bite on his neck.
“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned into your neck as his sporadic thrusts were being to speed up. Your walls clenched around him, causing a grunt to roll off his tongue. You were a whole other story.
You were actively losing your mind. Your composure had slipped, moans and curses slurred together as he fucked. Your own hand has drawn down to your clit to rub the circles you needed to make your body stiffen. Your mouth laid open in pleasure as you orgasmed. Cursing his name as he came simultaneously with you.
“God, (y/n)” he pulled out of you, grabbed a wipe from the pack he kept in the glove compartment. He cleaned you as best as he could before caring for himself. You laid on the truck seat with a dazed smile on your face.
“What gorgeous?” He smirked. As he opened the door and stood up. Looking around as he fixed his pants and boxers, pulling them up.
“Best sex I think I’ve ever had” you reply. You stood close to Gibbs and rearranged yourself . Your two bodies warm. You tuck in his shirt and zip and button his pants. He watched as you did so. You kissed him as you redid his belt.
“I think can top it” he shrugged.
“Hm. Top me tonight after dinner”
“Are you telling me what to do (l/n)? While we’re at work?” He questioned.
“No sir” you respond, teasing him. You giggled as you hugged him. He kissed the top of your head. He let go and the two of you began walking back to the office. Giggling and walking around like a goofball. Dickdrunk and high off serotonin.
“Report to the house by 1900 hours” Gibbs ordered. You smirked as you stood in place.
“Yes sir” you saluted him.
“What marine?”
“Yes sir”
“What time are you to report to the house, marine?”
“1900 hours”
“At ease soldier” the two of you laughed as you locked hands. He kissed your temple. “You’re my good girl” he whispered in your ear as you got in the elevator. You smile.
Summary: Jimmy Palmer x fe!Reader -> Jimmy is there for you when you need him, and as time goes on, things start to develop.
Disclaimer: Part one is here. Some swearing, brief appearance from shitty exes, the team being a family, mutual pining, yearning, friends to lovers, might do a part 3, domestic fluff, fluff, and an elevator kiss.
You woke up to a bright light behind a warm curtain.
Taking a couple of minutes before you rolled from your side onto your back, you felt like you’d been given a breath of fresh air. You had been a lot more exhausted than you’d realised.
You hadn’t even spent twenty minutes overthinking about your day, your life or even the fact that you were sleeping at Jimmy’s.
Jimmy.
Suddenly you could register the feeling of the soft cotton t-shirt you were wearing, as well as the shorts; both belonging to him. The bedsheets, as well as your clothes, smelled of him.
You hadn’t realised just how…comforting it was.
But your ability to remain calm disappeared for a few minutes when you heard a loud clatter coming from his kitchen.
Tearing the covers from you, you rushed across the soft carpet, down the runner of the hallway and down the staircase. “Jimmy?”
It wasn’t until you were in the kitchen that he heard you.
“Shoot.”
“Are you okay?” Tucking your hair behind your ear, you crouched down to help him pick up the random pots and pans that had seemingly fallen out of the cupboard.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?”
You shook your head, “No. No, not at all. I woke up, like, twenty minutes ago. What happened?”
Standing with Jimmy, who you noticed was also dressed in his pajamas, you handed him the different pots, pans and lids you’d picked up.
“I was looking for the- ah.” Jimmy held it up. “The frying pan. I kind of did a deep clean a few days ago. It helped me clear my head.”
You chuckled a little. “Why did you need to clear your head?”
“Uhh,” Jimmy was hiding something, that much you knew. “Nothing important. Just…general stuff. Are you sure I didn’t wake you?”
You nodded, “I’m sure.”
After all the commotion to start the day, Jimmy hadn’t noticed just how…well you looked in his clothes. For a moment, he thought it had awakened something primitive in him; some kind of cave-man needed to see you in his clothes and only his clothes.
If any clothes, at all.
Clearing his throat, he averted his gaze from the beauty of your morning glow and turned back to the stove. “Well, now that you are, fancy some breakfast?”
You smiled. “Love some. Want me to make coffee?”
“Sure. Coffee grounds are-”
“Found ‘em,” you announced, finding the clear air-tight container. Within a few minutes, the coffee machine was letting out a deep hum and the smell of fresh coffee.
From Jimmy’s end of the kitchen, you also got the fresh smell of cooked bacon and eggs.
Over morning breakfast, Jimmy shared his morning newspaper with you. And after a rather blissful shower, he drove both of you back to work.
“You are kidding!” You were laughing, walking beside Jimmy as you both stepped off the elevator.
Jimmy was laughing, too. “I wish I was. But it gets worse-”
“Oh, my god! How?”
“Well– oh.”
Suddenly, the little bubble you and Jimmy seemed to have created burst.
Inside the bullpen, you found both your ex and ex best friend standing by your desk. Meanwhile, Ellie, Nick and McGee were standing in a row, giving them evils.
And you instinctively reached out for Palmer.
“Want me to stay?” He asked, quietly.
You hummed, quietly, whilst gently squeezing his hand.
“I’m right here,” he assured you.
“Thank you,” you told him, both quickly and quietly, before walking past the dividers of Ellie’s desk and to the main walkway of your team’s area.
“Hi,” Sarah, your ex best friend, smiled.
You looked to the other three on your team, internally grateful they were there first to greet them.
“Can-can we talk?”
“Sure. We can talk here.”
Both Sarah, and your ex, Matt, stood there looking at each other before looking around.
“They’re federal agents,” you told them both. “I’d be telling them anyway, but even if I didn’t, they could find out.”
You watched as Sarah wiped down her hand before smiling in Jimmy’s direction.
It was the first time in your life you’d felt true…anger? Jealousy? All you knew is that you didn’t want her smiling at your friend.
“Hi, I’m-”
“Why are you here?” You cut in.
Matt smiled at you, and it made Jimmy’s back tense. “Always straight to the point, Y/n.”
“Considering you left her for her liar of a best friend,” Ellie cut in, standing by your side. “She should have buried you in a very deep grave. Be lucky she’s even letting you talk at all.”
From behind her, Nick gently pulled her away. “Sorry,” he apologised to you before turning to the couple standing behind him. “I hate you, both.”
As Nick placed Ellie at her desk, Mcgee sitting on the desk with them, you turned back to the couple.
“I won’t ask again.”
Sarah stepped forward a little. “We wanted to apologise again. And also ask you something.”
You looked between the couple. There could only be two reasons they were in an NCIS building, looking for you, in order to ask you something. One was that they needed something investigating, and the second was glaringly obvious on her hand.
You prayed to God it wasn’t either.
“We were hoping to,” Sarah reached back and held Matt’s hand, lovingly. “Get your official blessing. Matt has asked me to marry him.”
From behind you, you heard Ellie gasp and stand before Nick placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back into her seat. They were in a federal building; there could be no blood shed.
“And I was hoping you would say yes to being my maid of honour.”
From behind you, there were four very loud questions of, “What?”.
You could only stare at them in disbelief. What the actual fuck?
But, as a million different responses ran through your mind, your body fell into one very odd reaction.
You started laughing. Bent over, gasping for air, tears rolling down your face, laughing.
“You’re asking-” You laughed. “For my blessing?”
You really couldn’t stop. It was just too hilarious.
“I’d ask where was that question when you left me on our wedding day,” you told Matt. “But…Jesus, I can’t help but think how fucking lucky I am to dodge your fucking bullet.” You motioned between the pair of them to clarify.
“And where the hell do you get off by asking me to be your maid of honour?” You laughed.
Sarah seemed a little put out. “Every girl dreams of her best friend being at her wedding.”
You nodded. “Sure they do. But things change when she learns that the same best friend was sleeping with her husband-to-be at least three months before the wedding.”
The laughing had subsided slowly, but there was still a slightly psychotic edge to the look in your eyes and the tone of your voice. A part of you still wanted to laugh.
“Sure,” you agreed. “You have my blessing. Get married, live your lives. Get married and have lots of children and tell them how you guys met! Tell them your oh-so-great love story. Get married to the lying best friend, get married to the cheating scum of my ex-fiance who proposed on the honeymoon we were meant to go on.”
“How did you know-”
You smiled, “Get married, live your lives!” Then you added, as the laughter disappeared and the tension in the room tripled, “Just don’t ask me to be a part of it. Ever. Again.”
A short silence settled over the group before the smell of Gibbs’ coffee wandered through your senses.
“I suggest you two do as she says,” Gibbs said. “Before I turn my back and let her and her family do what they’ve been thinking about since you both betrayed her trust.”
Sarah seemed to get offended. “But her family love-”
“That’s not the family I was talking about.”
Looking around nervously, Sarah and Matt took in the sinister glares of the team around you. That was when Matt noticed you were holding Jimmy’s hand.
“You moved on?”
Suddenly, a hand connected with the back of his neck and Gibbs forced Matt to look at him. “You don’t get to ask her that. Now leave. Mcgee?”
“Already on it,” he said. “Security is on their way.”
Matt and Sarah didn’t seem to move. Even when the security turned up.
“Leave.” Gibbs repeated only once and they made their escorted exits out of the building.
As they finally did leave, Ellie immediately walked over to you and hugged you tight. Which was quickly followed by Jimmy, then Tim and Nick.
As the group hug dissolved away, Gibbs looked at you before hugging you. “You okay?”
You nodded. “I think I actually am.”
“They’re assholes. You deserve better.”
You smiled a little as the hug ended. “I already have better,” you said, looking around at your family. “Thank you for your help.”
“You didn’t need it,” Nick told you. “You’re kind of a psycho badass."
“But you’ll always have it,” Ellie added. Nick and the others agreed.
It wasn’t long before another case came across the team’s desk and you all got back to work.
And, oddly, it was nice.
After the morning you’d had with Jimmy, followed by the baffling but cathartic encounter with your past, and getting back to work; you felt free, again.
Steadily, over the following months you got back into dating (although none went past more than a couple of dates), finished renovating your home to be exactly how you wanted it, and spent more time in the labs with Jimmy (and Ducky).
As Ducky was starting to give you another impromptu history lesson – ones you’d come to appreciate more over the last few months – you found yourself zoning out.
You didn’t really know when it had begun. There were moments that stood out in your mind but some you didn’t want to fully accept because it meant they were also scarred by bigger emotional feelings at the time.
But you’d taken a deep interest in Jimmy Palmer.
Your co-worker of…however many years. And close friend, the same.
You knew Ducky knew about your work crush as, by the time you zoned back in, he was giving you the same look he’d been giving you for weeks.
A rather English look of; “I know you haven’t been listening to me, and I know why.”
“Sorry, Ducky.”
“Miss Y/l/n.” Oh, god, you were in trouble. “If you wish to stare at Doctor Palmer, might I suggest you try taking a picture. I’m sure it will last a lot longer.”
Your eyes widened as you looked between him and Jimmy who was busy with something on the other side of the room. Ducky had kept his voice quiet, intentionally.
“My dear, if I can clearly see how you look at him, then so should he. All you have to do is simply ask.”
“Ask him what?”
“I think you know.”
“Got it!” Palmer exclaimed across the room before jumping into his explanation of evidence.
As he made his way back to you, you could barely look him in the eye as you took the file from him. Clearing your throat, you excused yourself to go back to the bullpen and tell the others what the medical team had found.
“Ducky, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Of course, my boy.”
“Do you think everything’s okay with Y/n?”
He smiled to himself. Yourself and Doctor Palmer were two of the brightest minds he’d ever met. And yet, somehow the pair of you seemed to only have one brain cell.
“It’s just…we usually hang out and talk and stuff but she’s been kinda…distant?”
“She is a lady, Doctor Palmer.” Ducky told him. “And also an Agent of this establishment. I’m sure she’s just got a lot on her mind.”
“I don’t know.” Jimmy chewed the inside of his cheek as his hands came to his hips. “Something just seems…off. I’ve seen her in the field. I’ve seen her when she’s upset and when she’s happy. I’ve even seen her when she’s still trying to figure out what to feel.”
“Your point, Doctor?”
“This feels different.”
“Perhaps it feels different, because it is.”
If Ducky was a gossip, he would tell people – especially Palmer – that he’d seen the look in your eyes when you were in your last relationship. And he’d also seen the look in your eyes every time you looked at Jimmy, long before you even recognised it yourself.
Only one of those looks were true to your soul, and it wasn’t when you looked at your ex-fiance.
A day or so later, Jimmy asked you if everything was okay between both of you. He’d managed to catch you in the elevator as you left work. You’d replied happily enough, but something was still niggling at him.
Like looking at a picture and knowing something was out of place.
It took two long weeks of that same feeling, and you being unable to make eye contact for longer than three seconds with him, before he finally figured it out.
“Hey, heading home?” He asked you as he stopped by your desk on the way to the elevator.
Another case had just been wrapped up and the others had gone home around ten minutes before he reached your desk.
“Yeah,” you said, packing away your belongings. “I can finish my paperwork tomorrow. I can practically hear my bed calling me.”
Jimmy smiled and replied ‘goodnight’ when you said it to him. But, before he could think to stop himself, he called out after you.
“Actually, do you have five minutes to talk?”
You looked around. There wasn’t anyone left in the office. Just yourself and Jimmy.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“I need you to talk to me,” he told you.
You were a little confused but nodded. “Okay?”
“No, I mean–” Jimmy took a breath. He hadn’t really planned what he would say to you when he finally caught up to you. “I know you said everything was fine between us, but my gut has been screaming at me for three weeks that something is…off. And I want you to talk to me. Has something happened?”
“Jimmy.” You were at a loss for words, really. You’d been racking your brains for months trying to figure out what you would say to Jimmy if you ever felt brave enough.
“If I’ve done something, or if I’ve upset you in anyway-”
You shook your head, “You’ve not upset me. No, it’s-”
“-then I’m sorry. But please just tell me. Please? Because…because I miss my best friend–”
“-It’s nothing you’ve done–”
“-And if it’s a girl thing or you don’t feel comfortable telling me–”
“-Jimmy, would you let me–”
“-then please talk to Ellie? Because I know she’s getting concerned, too and-”
A hundred different options flicked through your brain as yourself and Jimmy talked over one another, worried about hurting the other’s feelings. And yet, despite those hundred different options, your brain seemed to pick one for you.
Suddenly, you kissed him.
And everything fell silent.
Pulling away, you slowly removed your hands from his face and stepped back just as panic started to set in.
“Sorry,” you apologised. “I shouldn’t have-”
“Did you just-”
“-kissed you.”
“-kiss me?”
You swallowed. “Ohh, my god. I didn’t– I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have…I didn’t even know I was going to do that. I’m sorry.”
Jimmy managed to find a few words to speak with. “Is…is this why you haven’t been yourself?”
“I-I should probably just…” You hitched a thumb over your shoulder, willing your body not to flee the scene in the most drastic way possible.
“Please answer me?” Jimmy didn’t move from the spot where he was standing, but he did reach out.
For a moment, and only for a moment, everything didn’t seem to dire. The building didn’t feel like it was on fire or that the floor was about to collapse from underneath you.
But, as you tried to explain it to Jimmy, those feelings started creeping back up.
“Yes,” you blurted out. “I-I don’t know when it- the feelings. I don’t know when they started. I’m guessing a couple months, but it could also be longer.”
“A couple months?”
You were worried he was angry.
“I-I know. I know, and I’m sorry. And I’m sorry that I just…” You have to wave your hand between yourself and Jimmy, unable to say the word ‘kiss’. “It was unprofessional and also just completely stupid on my part. We’re friends– well, I guess we were friends before I just…screwed it up. Is it-” You pulled at your collar. “Is it getting hot in here? They really need to fix the AC in this place, right?”
You were laughing out of nerves as your legs carried you backwards.
“Look, you can just…forget about the whole thing. I-I will find a way to get rid of them. I’m sure it’s just a silly, little, work crush and-”
You were starting to back away towards the elevator. “-And if you want to ignore me for the rest of your life, feel free to do so. I-I’m sure it’ll help. There’s probably a study on the proximity of co-workers causing stupid work crushes, right?”
You felt hot from your toes to your head.
“So-so-so I’ll just…I’ll just go and we can…we can move on? Sounds like a plan, right?”
Jimmy nodded a little as he watched the elevator doors close on you. “Sounds like a plan.”
As the doors closed tightly and the elevator started moving to the ground floor, you leaned against the rail and held your head in your hands.
What the hell were you thinking? Why did you kiss him?! How many times did you have to say ‘crush’? You felt like you were fourteen again – awkward and nervous and terrified and more awkward.
He kissed you back, your head told you. But you tried your hardest not to listen. It was wrong. There was no reason for him to kiss you back. No reason at all.
But he did. He probably felt pressured. His hand held your waist. By accident.
As the elevator hit the ground floor, you tried to get yourself together.
Which worked for about three seconds.
Because, as the doors to the elevator opened, Jimmy was already standing there. He was completely out of breath, but his posture seemed controlled nonetheless.
“What are you-” The question started slipping out of your mouth before you could fully register Jimmy had run down the stairs to get to you.
He shook his head as he entered the elevator, reaching out to hold you.
“I don’t want to ignore you for the rest of my life,” he told you, quickly, before kissing you as the elevator doors closed once again.
Summary: sometimes you just need a fresh set of eyes.
Gibbs leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head as he looked over the screens in front of him. He had examined and re-examined the evidence several times and yet he felt stuck. A dead Navy officer whose circumstances and crime scene pointed to murder but death implied natural causes. All roads led to a dead end. Gibbs let out a frustrated sigh and sat up, deciding a coffee would be a good way to clear his mind. He grabbed his coat and threw it over his shoulder as he exited the building. The sun felt refreshing as he walked out of the navy yard, flashing security his badge and ID as he passed.
The streets were surprisingly quiet for noon, but he couldn’t argue. After years living alone he’d come to appreciate quiet. A brief walk later and he stepped into his favorite coffee shop, the one he frequented often enough that the entire staff had memorized his order. Not that it was difficult, large black coffee, Jamaican blend. The barista behind the counter simply nodded and him and rang up the coffee as Gibbs provided his card to pay.
The bell over the door chimed behind him as a voice flooded through the small shop, “-Well I know that, but he’s not stable enough. His wound is volatile enough as is, if he leaves the hospital the risk of infection is too high… don’t tell me that, tell him that!… ugh, push 100 Ml.s until I get back and can handle this myself. Don’t let him out of your sight.” Gibbs peeked over his shoulder to see a somewhat familiar face, however she looked disgruntled and minutely irritated. He stepped out of the way as he listened to her order. Her drink order was complex and (he assumed) would be very very sweet by the end.
“Lotta sugar for a doctor to be drinking,” Gibbs said casually. The girl looked over at him and he managed a half smile, “Dr. Wright.”
Elaine’s face broke out into a wide grin as she turned to him, still dressed in her work scrubs, her badge clipped to her lapel. On her lunch break, he assumed.
“Agent Gibbs,” her voice was surprised, but pleasant, “I don’t think you should come after my sugar consumption. I’ve heard just how high your caffeine intake is.”
Gibbs chuckled, “fair enough. Tough patient?”
“Yeah, you could say that,” Elaine stood next to him, “tough case?”
Gibbs nodded and mimicked her words, “yeah… you could say that.” He looked down at her. Her flaming red curls were stuffed into a tight bun on the back of her head. A few stray curls bounced around her head, free from the elastics holding everything else in place.
“Tell me about it,” Elaine glanced up at him, “Consider me a… consultant. Y’know like those psychics on TV.”
“Are you a psychic, Elaine?” Gibbs asked.
“No, but I’m a doctor,” Elaine said, “and a little birdie told me that cause of death looks natural, but you’re investigating murder. Maybe a fresh pair of eyes is what you need?”
Gibbs stopped a moment and considered. Maybe a fresh pair of eyes was what he needed. Ducky had gone over the body several times and all of the evidence had been scoured for forensics. A different perspective could be enlightening.
“Gibbs!” The barista called. Gibbs grabbed his coffee and took a sip.
“You free today?” Gibbs asked.
“For the case? Or… something else?” Elaine cheekily smiled. Gibbs rolled his eyes. Elaine laughed, “What time do you want me there?
“1700 hours,” Gibbs said.
“Copy that, gunny.”
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The elevator dinged and Elaine ran her hands down the front of her shirt, smoothing it out after taking a deep breath. The last time she was here, she had held a bomb for four hours, and then developed a slight crush on the leading investigator, who also happened to be her godfather’s best friend. She had woken up in his home, after receiving a serious concussion where he had monitored her for the full day.
Elaine had changed out of her scrubs into more office-appropriate attire. As the elevator doors slowly opened in front of her she was greeted by the familiar sight of the orange squad room. She stepped out and quickly made her way to the bullpen.
“Dr. Wright,” DiNozzo stood and moved to her side, “how can I help you?”
“I’m looking for agent Gibbs, he asked me to be here.”
“For what?”
“Elaine,” Gibbs rounded the dividers. Elaine smiled and walked to him, “with me.”
“Yes, sir,” Elaine fell into step with him as he guided her to the second elevator, “so read me in.”
“Navy officer, 35, house was trashed and raided, there was a significant amount of deer blood on the body but when the body was examined, all roads lead to a heart attack,” Gibbs said, “but the officer was perfectly healthy when we pulled his medical records.”
“Huh,” Elaine rolled her lips, “I might have an idea.”
When the elevator opened Elaine was greeted by the sight of a serile autopsy room, and her godfather.
“Hello dear,” Ducky smiled and walked over to her, embracing her tight.
“Hi dad,” Elaine smiled and returned the hug, “i’m here as a fresh pair of eyes.”
“Yes Jethro told me,” Ducky pulled away and retrieved her a fresh set of protective equipment, “our dear officer is right here.” Elaine pulled the PPE over her clothing and approached the body. He looked healthy, for a dead guy who had been autopsied. Nothing immediately struck her as strange. Elaine rolled the body’s arm out and inspected its veins.
“Did this man go to the hospital before he died?” elaine asked, grabbing a magnifying glass to zoom the area.
“No,” Ducky said. Elaine pulled away from the glass, and showed Ducky. He hummed, “Looks like an IV. But there were no drugs in his blood.”
“No, there wasnt,” Elaine said, “They didnt inject medication. They injected air. Of course you wouldn’t see it on a tox screen. An injection of air can cause what looks like a heart attack. The air bubbles block the flow of blood, it’s the reason we watch so close for air bubbles in shots, and IV drips.”
It was that moment that Gibbs realized just how smart this woman was, “The injection was professional. Straight into the vein. You’re looking for someone who works in a hospital or medical testing lab. A phlebotomist maybe, or a nurse.”
A nurse, that was it. Gibbs nodded and began walking off.
“Say thank you, Jethro!” Ducky called. Gibbs halted and turned, approaching Elaine as she took her gloves off with her back turned to him. When she turned she froze to see he was mere inches from her. She looked up at him with a small blush dusting her cheeks.
“Good work, doctor,” Gibbs’ voice was low. Elaine swallowed and smiled at him.
“Told you, you needed fresh eyes,” She smiled slightly. Gibbs turned and walked away and Elaine took a deep breath, leaning against the sinks.
[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader
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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.
“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”
The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.
Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”
“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.
Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.
The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”
“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”
Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”
He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.
You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.
Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.
“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.
You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”
A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”
Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”
Gibbs x Agent!Reader
Warnings: Cursing
Word Count: 1406
A/N- When I wrote this the vibe for Gibbs is similar to how he acts at the end of season 7 episode 23 when he is taking to the lawyer. It seems really specific but gives an idea for the vibe.
“Was any of it true?” The anger you tried to hide was boiling inside you. You thought you meant something to him. That it was real and not pretend. But here you were, standing in his living room feeling like a fool.
“You knew what this was. It was fun y/n, nothing more. I don’t know what made you think this would be anything but that.” Gibbs seemed like his normal emotionless self. Hell by the looks of it he seemed more annoyed you were bothering him with this conversation
“For months you would get mad if a guy even so much as looked in my direction. Tony brought me coffee and you dismissed him over some bullshit thing he didn’t even do. Mcgee gave me his coat after mine got fucked chasing down a perp and you ignored him for the rest of the case. So nothing my ass Jethro. You want to act like it was nothing but I know that deep down you felt something.” That was your breaking point. You grabbed your stuff before leaving his home, slamming the door on the way out.
~~~~~
“Hey y/n, everything good?” Mcgee gave you a questioning look.
“I’m fine.” You snapped.
“Ohhkay.” Mcgee’s seemed shocked at the outburst.
“Fuck. Sorry Mcgee. I had a rough night. I'm better now, some things have been cleared up.” You smiled back.
“Well if you want a different kind of rough, let me know.” You Didn't see Tony walk up behind you, his comment making you jump in your seat.”Here, brought you coffee.”
“Thank you Tony.” You shot him a flirty smile. Tony winked back at you before sitting at his desk.
Gibbs was watching the entire interaction play out from his desk. He knew what you were trying to do. The remarks of a rough night, the flirty look at Tony. You were trying to get under his skin. He hated it. Not just what you were doing but the fact that it was working.
It had been a few days since the moment you had in Gibbs’ living room. There hadn’t been any new cases the past few days, so the team was catching up on paperwork. Disrupting the silence, Gibbs slaps a hand on your desk.
“Can I help you?” You don’t even bother looking up, already knowing who it is.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Gibbs snapps through gritted teeth. Irritation clearly written across his face.
“Work Gibbs. I have a job to do and that's what I plan on doing.” You still hadn’t looked up from your computer.
“Agent l/n, I expect you to look at me when I’m talking to you.” His outburst drew the attention of everyone around. Questionable faces wondering what the hell was happening.
“Careful Jethro, people might think you have emotions, wouldn't want that to happen.” You looked up at him, clearly annoyed with his presence. Your quip had also clearly pissed him off.
“Leave.” His voice had a bite to it.
“Why? You're the one who came over to my desk, got annoyed I was focused and not looking up at you, and now you want me to leave? I get it, you're the boss man, but I still deserve respect. So give me one valid reason that I need to leave, aside from hurting your “feelings”.”
“Y/n-” Zive tried cutting in before things got more heated.
“Thank you but I’ve got this Ziva. I'm not scared of an emotionally immature man who thinks he can stab me with his words like pins. You want to act all big and bad, but we both know what you are.” You could hear a pin drop with how quiet it was.
“Thats it agent l/n. You need to leave, and until you can act like an adult don't feel the need to come in.” Gibbs was pissed. At this point he was practically yelling.
“Gladly. I would rather be anywhere but near the smallest man who ever lived.” With that you grabbed your bag, collected what you would need to finish your work from home and started toward the elevators.
~~~~~
Gibbs knew he had fucked up. Both in front of everyone and during the original fight. He had cared. He loved to show you off, but always made sure nobody the two of you knew could see. He was a private man, he told himself. But looking back you're the only person he hid. He felt ashamed. You were younger, happier, all the things he wasn't you were.
And now here he was, at your front door. He straightened his stace before knocking on the door. At first he thought you might not be home, but that thought was whipped away when he saw your frame in the open door. He heard you scoff, before asking him what he was doing there.
“I wanted to apologize.” He stated with a small hint of softness.
“Really?” You were calling his bluff.
“Yes, I had no right to yell at you in front of everyone. We should've talked privately.” You rolled your eyes at his statement.
“Yeah I tried that with you, remember? What was what started thin. I wanted to talk and you acted like it was nothing. I'm over it. I can deal with arguments, but being pretty much getting told I was delusional for believing that we had something killed any spark I had.” You meant every word.
“I’m trying here y/n.” His plea fell on deaf ears.
“Next time don't think “I’m sorry” will fix all your problems. You're a grown man Gibbs, act like it.”
“Its always the dramatics with you isn't it?” You scoffed at his remark. “Listen, I meant what I said. What we had, it was great. I’m sorry I said it was only fun. I had feelings for you, but we both knew it wouldn’t last.”
“Why not? Was it not fun once it wasnt forbidden? Once we were seen together was the thrill gone?” You thought back on all the times he would make excuses not to be seen with you. You felt stupid.
“Don't act like you didn't know that this was only meant to be between the two of us.” He knew he was pushing your buttons, but he kept going.
“Are you that ashamed of me? Years of friendship, months of passion, and after that you still hide me away. I don't want to be some secret.” You wanted to smack his chest, cause the same pain he caused you.
“Do you not understand what would happen if they knew? How many rules I broke every time we were together?” He was yelling at this point.
“You know what the saddest part was? I would have died for you, but instead I just died inside. And you deserve prison but you won't serve the time.” You felt hot tears fall from your eyes. The realization you allowed yourself to cry over him fueled your anger. “It's over Gibbs. No second chance. No “it's different this time”. And no more acting like I’m nothing. We still work together. And as much as I would love to say "Good riddance", I love my job too much. I will take punishment for the show he had in the office, but I will not let you take my career.”
He didn’t say anything, he just looked at you, trying to read your expression. Without saying anything you walked to the door, opening it. A silent tell for him to leave. Taking in a slow deep breath you turn to face him. “Leave Gibbs, please.”
“I understand you're hurt y/n, and I know I'm the reason. I will still have your back, and I will still be your boss. But for both our sakes, I think it's best we keep the rest of the details between the two of us.”. You watched him walk out your door, down your steps to his car, and drive away from your home, shutting the door when you could no longer see him. And just like that it was over. No more late nights after cases where you end up in bed together, mornings shared over fresh coffee, and one less friend. Maybe some day the two of you could be friends again, but as for now that wasn’t something either of you wanted, or more realistically could handle.
gonna post the next chapter of The Gambit soon, but first! send me your ideas/requests/wishes for kinktober
i'm not sure how many days in october i'll do, and i also can't promise that every single request will be writen, but i'd love to hear what you guys want!! (under the read more cut i'll give some extra info on characters etc)
as a treat, Hotch in the FBI vest:
Some characters I'm down to write for:
Aaron Hotchner (no one is surprised)
Any other Criminal Minds characters!! (Prentiss 👀)
Tyler Owens (from Twisters)
Jake "Hangman" Seresin (from Top Gun: Maverick)
Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (been rewatching TFATWS, so probs that era!)
Gibbs (from NCIS, I have old man disease)
Clark Kent/Superman (2025 Corenswet, again no surprise)
...Lex Luthor (Superman 2025, no one look @ me)
I'm pretty flexible/interested in writing whatever, so if there's a character not mentioned here that you want to see, just send me a message and we can chat 👀
Things I will not write:
Incest
Rape (dub-con I might write, but outright rape is a no)
Honestly that's probably it? Or at least all I can think of
