A/N: Here is is @madamsnape921 ! I hope you enjoy it (this was a great idea for a Gibbs fic!) 😁
20. “Fuck being friends.”
Warnings: language
The rain pounded against the windshield as you slowly navigated your way home, trying to stay on the road, while keeping out of the way of the seemingly faster moving cars.
You bit your lip as you narrowly miss sliding into one of the road markers. “Shit.” You spit out, fed up with the spring storms and the slick roads, which was only adding to your already long day.
After finding a spot on the side of the road, you pull over, knowing you weren’t going to try to make it any further until the rain let up a bit. You grab your phone, intent on calling a cab, and then Abby (the two of you had a standing girls’ night every month and you didn’t want her to worry), but a ‘no service’ warning flashes at you.
“Crap.” You mutter, irritation coursing through you as one more thing is added to your day.
An hour later and the rain hadn’t let up a bit, in fact, it sounded as though it was coming down harder now than it had been when you stopped. You let out a heavy sigh, knowing your plans of getting home at a decent time, taking a long, hot shower and having a home-cooked meal (the first in days) were probably not going to happen. As you sat there though, your mind kept coming back to Leroy Jethro Gibbs, a man who, over the past three years, you’d fallen hopelessly in love with.
A man who, during that time had shown you just what it takes to be a great NCIS agent. A man who, despite his somewhat cold exterior, was actually one of the kindest and most loyal people you knew. A man who had seen, and experienced, the darkness the world had to offer and still kept on living.
A knock sounds on your window and you hiss out a curse as your hand flies to your holstered weapon. Standing outside your car, in the pouring rain, is Jethro. You push open your door enough to be able to hear him.
“Jethro?” You call out, still not quite sure if you were seeing him or if you’re imagination was playing tricks on you again.
“Grab your stuff. I’ll give you a ride home.” He answers gruffly, water dripping from his silvery hair down his face. His blue eyes shone out like a lighthouse beacon, almost as if they were calling you home. “We can get your car tomorrow.”
You quickly grab your stuff, pull the keys out of the ignition and locking the doors before scurrying after Jethro to his car. By the time you’re sitting in the passenger seat you are dripping wet.
You turn towards him, your mouth open to thank him but the look in his eyes stop you. A steely conviction hardens his eyes, something you’d never seen before in his gaze. His hand slowly, but confidently, reaches towards your forehead to brush a wet strand of hair away from your eyes.
The moment his large hand touches you, it’s like a zap of electricity hits you. Before you even know what you’re doing, you find yourself leaning forward to close the space between you, kissing him hard on the mouth in an attempt to convey to him the feelings you’d never admitted out loud. He kisses you back, his warm lips moving against yours until you pull away. He doesn’t say anything as he brushes a finger against your lips, his all-knowing eyes searching yours.
“Fuck being friends.” You whisper softly. “I want to be able to do that all the time.”
A small smirk grows on his face as he leans in to press a much more sedate kiss to your lips. “We can make that happen.”
They say everything happens for a reason and you had to think that was true. Had you not stopped on the side of the road that night, you might never have summed up the courage to tell Jethro you loved him. You might never have thrown caution into the wind and kissed him. But now, thanks to that spring storm (and your poor cell reception), you’d have Jethro as much more than a friend.
Warnings: angst with a fluff ending, language, descriptions of kidnapping, torture, and pain
Word count: 1417 (Yeah...this drabble got away from me)
Prompt: "Don't be scared. I'm right here."
Request by: @leroyjethrogibbsgirl
A/N: This was a great prompt for a Gibbs fic so thank you for requesting darling! The prompt itself will be bolded in the fic. I had a lot of fun writing this one (I sat down and it just flowed right out, which doesn’t happen often for me!). I hope you enjoy it!
You shift the grocery bags to your non-dominant hand as you fish around in your jacket pocket for your car keys. After a few moments, your fingers close around the cool metal and you pull them out of your pocket, hitting the unlock button as you do. You reach for the handle just as you feel a hand wrap around your wrist in a vise grip, yanking you backwards.
You let out a yelp of surprise, dropping the plastic bags of food you’d been holding onto, as you stumble and fall onto your knees. Broken glass from the jar of marinara sauce you’d purchased only minutes before bites into your hands, causing you to cry out. A hand weaves into your hair, pulling you up with a jerk. Your hands fly to your hair in an attempt to stop the stinging pain spreading across your scalp. You hear the screech of tires and then you are being shoved into the trunk of a vehicle. The masked figure brings something down hard to your temple, a flash of white hot pain exploding in your head. Black spots dance across your vision and you struggle to stay awake. You feel the vehicle turn twice before the darkness around the edge of your vision consumes you.
A heavy pounding in your head wakes you up sometime later. You groggily blink open your eyes, expecting to see the wall of your bedroom or the bookshelf of your living room, but an unfamiliar dingy gray wall greets you. It rushes back to you as you try to move, finding that your hands and feet are tied down to the chair you’re sitting in, the coarse rope biting into your wrists and ankles as you do.
You attempt to push down the fear rising in your chest as you take in your surroundings. A dim ray of light shines in from between a pair of thick, black curtains. The carpet beneath your feet is old and worn, the original color so faded you couldn’t make out what it used to be and a cheap wood door marks the only entrance to the small room. You stare at the door, imagining Jethro knocking it down as he comes to rescue you. You can almost feel his arms pulling you close when the sound of the door banging against the wall snaps you from your daydream.
A tall, lean man with a crooked smile and greasy black hair saunters towards you. The light bounces off something in his hand and you realize with a start that it’s a knife.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the bitch shaking up with Supervisory Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.” A shiver runs down your spine at the dark way he says Jethro’s name. He reaches your side, a dark glint in his eyes as he lifts the knife. He reaches out, dragging it slowly down your arm as he continues. “Who would have thought you would be so easy to take, especially after what happened to his wife and daughter.” The knife is at your chin now, tracing along your jaw and moving to your neck, where he holds it still, flush against your throat.
And for the first time since you’d been taken, you truly wonder if you’ll make it out of this room alive. You wonder if you’ll ever see Jethro again, if you’ll get to feel his strong arms around you one more time or stare into the icy sea of his blue eyes.
He leans in, his breath hot across your face, as he says, “I’m going to kill you slowly and I’m going to make him watch.”
“Well then, you’re dumber than you look,” you say quietly, mustering up the courage to look him square in the eyes. “Agent Gibbs is going to find me and then you’ll be spending the rest of your miserable life behind bars.” And almost as if to punctuate your sentence, you spit in his face, a small feeling of pleasure running through you at the look of utter shock crossing his face.
His face quickly contorts in anger and he blindly reaches behind him, grabbing a heavy book off the shelf, swinging it at you. You raise your arms above your head to defend yourself, but it doesn’t stop the blow from landing on your head. He continues to hit you with the book until your world goes black.
You slowly regain consciousness, your eyes scanning the room once you open them. A figure draws nearer to you and you realize with a start, that it’s Jethro. He is at your side only a moment later, a gentle hand pushing a lock of hair away from your face as he leans towards you. “You’re safe-” His words are cut off by a faint yelling and the sound of heavy footsteps. You try to ignore the noise and focus instead on the man at your side, but he has disappeared like a wisp of smoke, proving to you that he was one more in the line of illusions that you had been experiencing in this room.
You slowly lift your head as the sound of yelling draws closer. You can’t make out what is being said but the door soon slams open, the blood dripping down your forehead blurring your vision and preventing you from making out the features on the person’s face. You see the dark blue of a uniform as that same person comes to kneel down in front of you.
The officer gives you a once over before untying the rope around your wrists and ankles. “Y/N, I’m officer Davens. I’m going to get you untied and then we’ll make our way upstairs to the paramedics, okay?” You give him a tired nod as he finishes untying you, offering you a hand to help you stand up. Your body is sore and a few of the spots you got hit ache with pain as you stand. The officer practically carries you up the steps, bearing more of your weight than you were, as the two of you make it out of the house and to the waiting ambulance in the small driveway. You aren’t even paying attention to what the
A sob catches in your throat as you see him climb out of the black car and stride towards you. You push away the paramedic’s hands as you stand. Pushing back the wave of dizziness that rises up as you stand, you stumble into a jog, not slowing down until you are almost crashing into him. Your arms instinctively wrap around his torso as you press your face into his chest. His arms wrap around you tightly, the feeling of which brings your fragilely constructed walls crashing down. Your chest tightens and you are sobbing into his chest before you can stop yourself.
“Don't be scared. I'm right here.” His words are soft and you almost don’t hear them over the sound of your own crying. “I’m here. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” He continues to whisper comforting words to you as your crying slows to a stop. He waits until he is sure you are no longer crying before he pulls back enough to look at your face. His brilliantly blue eyes draw you in immediately, a familiar sense of warmth washing over you as you get lost in his gaze. He lifts a hand up to cup one of your cheeks, his rough fingers brushing lightly over your cheekbone and wiping away a few stray tears off your face.
“I was so scared, Jethro.” Your whisper brokenly, leaning into his touch as you cover his hand with one of yours. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again.”
“You don’t have to be scared anymore.” His words are firm as he pulls you back into his arms. “I’m not going to ever let anything happen to you again.” You feel him press a kiss to your temple. “You’re too important to me.” His voice is soft, as he murmurs in your ear, tightening his hold on you. Being in his arms helped keep the memory of what happened to you in that basement at bay. His words reminded you that you were safe and you would be as long as he was at your side. Because he was the kind of man that would spend the rest of his life making sure he did everything to protect you.
(because I will forever wonder how things would be if she had lived and also just want to give her a chance at life)
Suffers from dystychiphobia [fear of accidents] (and mild/temporary amaxophobia [fear of riding in a car] up to a year after the accident)
Extremely clingy and close to Gibbs. The clingy-ness has faded the older she got, but still remains extremely close to her dad
Absolutely HATED Dianne at first, as well as the other Ex Wives, but as let go of the resentment when she got older, realizing Gibb’s isn’t replacing her mom, and that she does want him to be happy
Still very suspicious of any new romantic relationship Gibbs starts
Likewise, Gibbs has a habit of borderline scaring off anyone with an interest in Kelly, boy or girl
“If they’re scared off by me, they aren’t worthy of you Kells”
God help the poor soul who tries to date her after Gibbs joins NCIS; they have a whole group of federal agents (including one former Mossad and one former NSA analyst), forensic scientist(s), medical examiners, and to a lesser extent, director of a federal agency {Vance has a soft spot for Kelly and she would occasionally babysit the kids so him and Jackie could have a rare date night to themselves once in awhile; you can fight me}
Discovered she was bisexual after she kissed Maddie Taylor in high school after a football game
Maddie was a cheerleader and their team had just won so Kelly had run down from the stands to hug her friend and whoops the two ended up kissing
Gibbs is perfectly okay with it, even if he realizes this means he’s going to have to threaten to murder and bury any girl that wants to date Kelly but hey, anything for his daughter’s happiness
Her and Maddie are still good friends; they never actually did date
Speaking of Maddie, the two remain very close friends even all these years later
Kelly was the first one Maddie really confided in about the stalker, and she was the one to convince/half drag the other young woman to her dad at NCIS
She considers Team Gibbs family, yes, but Maddie is also her sister and closest friend and confidant besides Gibbs (hell, she tells Maddie stuff not even Gibbs knows)
Bishop, Kacie, Palmer, Abby and Torres may be younger/roughly the same age as her, which means she is slightly closer to them than the others, despite having known them for far longer (also, the younger agents don’t treat her QUITE so much as a little sister; just a younger sibling but without the extreme over protectiveness Tony, McGee, and Ziva would display)
Ducky is like her uncle/grandfather; she ADORES listening to his stories and if it wasn’t so frowned upon, probably would have spent an unhealthy amount of time down in Autopsy just listening to him
The other running joke among the earlier members of Team Gibbs was that if she didn’t follow in Gibbs’ footsteps as a federal agent/law enforcement, she was going to follow in Ducky’s as a medical examiner
Kate and Abby were the ones who were mostly betting she would follow more in Ducky’s footsteps
Considering she became a paramedic, they were the closest
When she got her license, she flew up to visit Kate’s grave to tell her she was mostly right
She is the only one other than Ziva and Gibbs who know the truth about who killed Ari
No one but Gibbs and Ziva knew why Kelly was so friendly with Ziva so soon, because she had been close to Kate and when Ziva had first showed up proclaiming Ari’s innocence she had LOATHED her
Hearing about her supposed death crushed her; losing someone never gets any easier no matter how many times it happens
IF YOU USE ANY OF THESE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MENTION ME AS INSPIRATION
This took an insanely long amount of time to fill out so I’m posting it here as well as on my Instagram story. So, here’s a little insight into my headcanons about my OTP. ❤️
