This ended up being SO LONG but I love it. I’ve started using the “keep reading” thing now for my longer prompts. It’s only polite, Ive had two very harsh anons about using it so here we go. Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3
Requested by: Anon - "94 and Gibbs?"
Word Count: 990
Pairing: Gibbs x Reader
94. "I won't lose you too."
Pushing up your umbrella as you came out of the main doors to NCIS, walking up the small path to the large parking lot you pulled out your keys from the little side pocket of your backpack. You were about twenty yards from your car, Jethro's big truck next to your little thing, it was the first car you'd bought when you arrived in Washington from New York and you loved it.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, it wasn't a soft touch either, they painfully squeezed your shoulder, "Don't move." A deep voice growled in your ear, "I have a knife." It was then you felt a sharp object to your side.
You slowly lifted the hand that had been ready to get your weapon at the time, the other holding the umbrella, "Alright...alright. What do you want?"
"Your purse, phone, that pretty little necklace...everything!" He hissed and squeezed your shoulder so hard that you nearly buckled under the pain.
"My purse is in my backpack...I'm going to reach for my phone now, alright?" You asked calmly, did this guy not know you were in the NCIS parking lot? "Someone could come along at any moment-"
"-well hurry it up then!"
You flinch and shrug your free arm loose of one strap, letting that fall from your arm you suddenly spun around the other way, pushing the opened umbrella into the would-be mugger and got a shot into his ribs. You were about to take him down when he lunged at you for your bag, you swung it back around to your back but neither of you realised what happened next.
A white hot pain flashed over your stomach making you stumble backwards, falling onto your back as your legs went to jelly. Your eyes went from the attacker to you middrift, "Oh.." You gasp when you see a large knife sticking out of your dress shirt, it was already seeping blood.
You never thought this would happen to you, you were a trained NCIS agent, you knew advanced hand-to-hand combat, hell you'd even had training from Ziva. But this? Never this.
The attacker had taken off, leaving everything behind, including the knife. You cried out for him to come back, willing him to have a change of heart and help you but he must have been spooked by what he'd just done.
Keeping one hand around the entrance of the stab wound, blood covering your fingers now pooling on the cold, wet pavement underneath you, you grabbed your cell phone from your pocket and dialled '1'.
Gibbs smirked when he saw who was ringing his mobile, "[Y/N] you should be relaxing at home, what happened? You got a flat?" He asked at once but wasn't ready for the broken, haggard voice that came through the speaker.
"G-ibbs..." You cracked out, "Help-p."
He was out of his chair within a second, grabbing his weapon and badge, "Where are you?" He barked down the phone, already running to the elevator, [Y/N]! Where are you?"
"P-p...park-ing lot." You gritted your teeth, "Hurry."
You weren't sure how long it took Gibbs to find you, but you could have sworn you'd passed out.
"[Y/N]!" He roared and sprinted across to you, his weapon drawn in one hand while the other cupped your cheek, "Talk to me, [Y/N]."
"One...guy..." You whimpered as Gibbs moved your hand, you were shivering but you didn't feel cold, you'd put it down to shock, "Tried to...mug me...he took off when-when this happened..."
"Alright - stay calm. You're gonna be fine. I promise." He murmured, stroking your hair, sharing a small cam moment in the chaos, "I won't lose you too."
You nod once and swallow, your eyes closed tightly at the pain, "S'a big knife...looked professional.."
Gibbs nodded and started ringing for an ambulance, he then rang Vance to have him start searching for the guy who'd attacked you all the while he kept you talking. When the ambulance arrived they carefully lifted you in, Gibbs following instinctively.
"Sorry, sir but you can't-"
"She's my agent. I'm coming with her." He muttered in a deathly tone to the paramedic. He sat down on the chair opposite your gurney and took your bloodied hand, "You're gonna be fine."
When you wake, there's no pain, nothing seems wet or uncomfortable and for a split second, you wondered if you had gone towards the big white light after all. Your eyes fluttered open, you were expecting harsh hospital lights but they were dimmed to a faint orange glow, you were tempted to just go back to sleep but a weight on your hand stopped you.
Looking down you saw a mass of beautiful salt and pepper hair. You smiled every so gently and tried to move your hand carefully but the movement caused Gibbs to wake.
"You're awake." He observed, sitting up with a visible wince on his features.
You nod slowly, "I am."
Your eyes followed him as he rose from his chair and placed one hand on your forehead, stroking your now dry hair, "I thought- I thought I'd lost ya for a minute there."
You didn't know the full details of what had happened but by the look on Gibbs face and the tone of his voice, it had been touch and go for a moment, "I'm okay now though. Aren't I?" You tried a small smile and reached up with a hand to cover his cheek.
Gibbs shook his head and moved down further, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his other hand coming to cup your cheek. It was like you were going to disappear.
Both of you slowed the kiss down and you left your lips to graze his for a second, "I'm okay, Jethro. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, not if I can help it." Here you were having just had surgery to stop internal bleeding from a stab wound and you're having to comfort the one man who claims to never need comforting.
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This is written with my Complicated Series in mind. I may just put it as part of that series too along with 'Here Let Me'. Anyway, if you haven't read the others, you don't really need to as such but you can find them here ‘Complicated (Part 1)’ & here ‘Complicated (Part 2)’. Hope you all enjoy this one. Feedback is greatly appreciated and welcomed, as always thank you for reading. <3
Requested by: Anon - "75 and 60 with Tony"
Word Count: 979
Pairing: Tony x Reader
60. “You are my sunshine.”
75. "Do you ever follow directions?"
"How hard can it be?" Tony asked you from his position on the nursery floor, carpeted a soft cream colour, surrounded by wooden furniture pieces, "It's a crib." He stated as he squinted at the instruction manual that came with the flat-pack crib.
You chuckle softly, leaning against the door frame, "You know your Dad bought the most expensive one, right?" You asked, moving further into the room, your toes wiggling on the freshly laid carpet.
"Well, he likes to flaunt his cash." He mumbled and plonked the screwdriver down by his knee and picked up a spindle, examining it closely, "Do I have to put these in one by one...on each side?" He tutted and threw the paper down, "I don't need these."
You chuckle, looking out the window into the back garden, "Do you ever follow directions?" You quipped, "I didn't think so." You said with a smirk when he scowled at you.
Humming softly while you stroked your rotund belly, "You did insist on doing it now, after a long case and no dinner..." You said gently, your fingertips finding the top of his head, lightly grazing your fingers through his hair, "Let's go make some supper."
"I want to finish this." He muttered stubbornly, the frown on his face deepening.
You nod your head, your fingers leaving his hair, "I'll be downstairs." You murmured as you bent low to kiss the crown of Tony's head.
It had been three months since you'd moved into the new, much larger home and in that time you had been able - with the help of your team and close friends - to get the majority of the house decorated to how you wanted it, Tony throwing in his two pence here and there, the garage was kitted out with shelving and storage thanks to Uncle Gibbs and the nursery plus yours and Tony's room was nearly finished.
It didn't happen overnight with you and Tony, you chose not to rush into anything straight away, when you made that promise to each other on the roof of NCIS. Gradually over the course of these three months, your belly had grown significantly but also your relationship with Tony had suddenly blossomed. He hadn't changed. He was still as charismatic as he was when you first met him all those years ago but he was more caring, more considerate towards you and women in general. Maybe that was because one was carrying his unborn child.
You were downstairs in the spacious kitchen rustling up a little chicken salad, your thoughts running away with you, you couldn't wait to see Tony rocking the baby to sleep, or have them laid on his chest, or on your chest. You were grinning to yourself when you heard a knock at the door.
Wiping your hands on the dish towel you walked through, smiling when you saw who's silhouette was in the large glass pane. You open the door and welcome him with open arms, "Hey Uncle Jethro." You murmured and hugged him tightly.
"How you doing, kiddo?" He asked after kissing your cheek, giving your belly a little stroke before closing the door behind him.
You nod, leading him through to the kitchen, "I'm doing okay. Taking all my vitamins and keeping hydrated." You said with a smile before gesturing to the coffee machine, "I was about to make Tony one..." you leave the offer open.
"Alright. Thank you." He nodded once. Both of you look up when you heard a thud from above. A questioning expression came to Gibbs' face.
You chuckle, "That'll be Tony. Trying and failing to put the crib together." Sharing a smirk with Gibbs you gesture up to the ceiling, "He could use some help. If I remember the story correctly, you and my Dad were professionals at putting up cribs...while slightly intoxicated?"
He laughed and grinned, "Yeah, sounds about right."
"Go on, I'll bring the coffees up."
"Havin' some trouble there, DiNozzo?"
"Oh hey Boss.." He said after jerking his head around, "[Y/N] send you to come take charge?"
"Not take charge. Just to lend a hand." He said, taking a knee the opposite side of the crib pieces, "Directions?" He asked, holding out his hand.
Tony raised an eyebrow as he passed the papers over, he certainly hadn't had Gibbs down as a follow-the-directions kind of guy.
You were laid against Tony's body on the couch, you were so comfortable against him with some late night talk show on the television, "It didn't take you and Uncle Gibbs to do the crib, did it?" You asked softly, your eyes already drooping a little, who knew carrying a small human inside you would be such tiring work.
He turned his head to look at you, his lips brushing your hair, "No. He knew what he was doing. Thank you for sending him up. And the coffee. And supper." He listed, causing a quiet chuckle to escape your lips.
Within half an hour you were being hummed to sleep by Tony who was half way down the bed, under the covers. You could feel one of his large hands splayed out over the expanse of your stomach, while he hummed to the baby.
"You are my sunshine." You mumbled so quietly. You felt rather than heard him move up the bed until his head was level with yours, "I've been tryin' to figure out what it was...that you were humming." You say in a whisper, your eyes too heavy to open.
He smiled and kissed your cheek slowly, "My Mom used to hum it...or even sing it to me all the time when I was young. When I was scared or there was a huge thunderstorm outside and the power would go out..." He noticed that your mouth had slowly hung open a little and knew that you were asleep.
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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.
