#ncis request

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Alibi

The morning had gone seemingly well, having the day off, you were able to take care of a lot of errands you had been putting off such as pulling all of the weeds from your backyard that managed to weasel their way back in even after drenching them in weed killer.

You were so engrossed with picking them and listening to one of your favorite podcasts, you almost missed hearing the doorbell ringing. Taking the gloves off, you paused your podcast and went inside to answer the door, slightly surprised to see two very professional people standing outside.

"Good evening ma'am. I'm Special Agent DiNozzo with NCIS and this is Agent McGee, mind if we ask you a few questions regarding Karen Moss?"

You shifted your weight nervously, stomach turning at the sound of your friends name.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

They shared a solemn look between the two of each other, telling you everything you needed to know.

"Her body was found this morning a few streets away and based on her call history, you were the last person to speak with her before her death. May we ask where you were last night around 11pm?"

You covered your mouth in shock, not believing that they just told you that your close friend died, let alone was possibly murdered and know were questioning you as if you might be a suspect. You thought back about the time they were referring to and memories of Jethro and you tangled together in your bed sheets popped into your mind. You thought about telling them, not sure if they even worked with Jethro, but decided on giving them the simplified version instead.

"I was here. With my boyfriend.."

"Is he here now to verify your whereabouts?" DiNozzo asked, taking a small peek over you as if he'd catch a glimpse of someone fleeing. Were all NCIS so suspicious?

"No, but I can give you his number. His name is Leroy Gibbs. His number is-

"Wait, sorry. Leroy Gibbs?" Agent DiNozzo interrupted, facial expression disbelieving. "Grey hair, high and tight haircut, broody mysterious Leroy Gibbs?"

You chuckled a little at his choice of words to describe your boyfriend, seeing how well he made an impression on people.

"Well not usually broody around me but yes, I guess you could say that. Why? Do the two of you know him?"

Once again, the two agents shared a look, this time one of confusion and awe.

"Uh, could you just hang on one second," DiNozzo asked. "I'll be right back."

You stood there with Agent McGee who looked like he wanted say something, but didn't as Agent DiNozzo walked a few paces, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

"So was Kathy murdered? You said her body was found. When I talked with her last night, she said she was on her way to meet up with someone for a blind date," you asked McGee who was focused on the phone call Agent DiNozzo was having.

"Well Abby was able to go through the Lieutenant's phone and her number was the last dialed. We were just following- Uh yes- Well I wasn't sure- Of course boss, I'll tell McGee."

Agent DiNozzo came back over before murmuring to Agent McGee.

"Gibbs wants us to bring her in for protection. I told him you'd explain to him why we questioned his girlfriend without letting him know."

"What do mean, me? You're the one that had Abby look up the phone records."

"Just take one for the team McProbie. He's still mad at me for the whole coffee incident. Plus, you owe me."

You watched the two supposed Federal Agents argue like siblings, neither one of them wanting to be in the line of Jethro's mood and honestly it was kind of funny. Jethro never really talked much about his team but you had only been seeing him for a few months and 9 times out of 10, the two of you weren't doing much talking when you saw each other.

You decided to break up the little tiff the two of them were having in order to save some time.

"Alright, well while the two of you sort all that out, I'm going to change and lock up the house before we leave."

"Sounds good," Agent DiNozzo responded before going back to bickering with his partner.

- - - -

You took another sip from the little paper cup of water Agent David had given you as you waited in the conference room. She wanted to know about you and Jethro but you didn't divulge much information, knowing Jethro liked his personal life kept close and unknown for the most part. It wasn't long before the door opened and your boyfriend walked in along with Agent DiNozzo and David. You decided against giving Jethro a hug or kiss in front of his subordinates, although the both of them looked like they'd love nothing more than to see that happen.

You all sat down at the conference table except Agent DiNozzo who was wound up tighter than a jack in the box.

"Did Kathy give you a description of this blind date she was seeing?" Jethro started the questioning with. You spoke about everything you knew from the phone call you had with Kathy, tearing up towards the end, still not believing your friend was dead.

Jethro reached out to hold your hand and give you a tissue to wipe your eyes with, making his agents stare in interest at the caring gesture.

"It's like I'm in an alternate Gibbs reality," DiNozzo whispered to Agent David.

Jethro shot him a look before speaking. "Why aren't the two of you putting out a BOLO on this guy?"

"On it boss," Agent DiNozzo spoke quickly, leaving the room with Agent David following close behind, shutting the door after them.

"I think you should stay with me just in case until we catch the killer," he offered, standing up.

"Ok," you squeaked, not wanting to do much talking anymore.

"Come ere," he ordered softly, pulling you to your feet and into his arms for a hug. You accepted it eagerly, breathing in his scent, calming you down a bit.

Once you were better, the two of you walked out of the room and into the squad room, not expecting to be stared at by almost everyone there.

"What kind of reputation do you have with the opposite sex to make everyone look at me like the new zoo exhibit?" you asked Jethro, making him chuckle.

"They're just being nosy. Ignore them."

Jethro stopped Agent DiNozzo from asking anymore questions about the two of you as well as pulling you away from a very animated Forensic Scientist that seemed to have had entirely too much caffeine.

Jethro accompanied you back to your house where you packed a bag before driving you to his house, making a drawer available for you in his bedroom.

"I get my own drawer now. Things are really becoming serious, aren't they?" you teased him.

"Hey, I'm not the one who told my agents that I was your boyfriend," he retorted.

"Should I not have?" you asked genuinely worried that you had overstepped a boundary. He pulled you into his arms, staring into your eyes and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I don't mind the title. Just know that they're gonna have a million questions for you now," he stated, referring to his very curious agents. You smiled, giving him a peck on the lips and loving the new stage you both were now in.

"That's alright. I'll be sure to tell them how you love it when I give you back scratches while we cuddle together and watch movies."

Your joking was cut short as his fingers pressed themselves into your ribs, effectively tickling you till the both of you were on the bed, him hovering above you.

"You know, had it not been for you, I wouldn't have had an alibi for last night," you told him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Must of slipped my mind but," he murmured into your skin, kissing your shoulder. "I don't exactly remember how last night went. Maybe you can help jog my terrible memory."

Laughing at his playfulness, you played into it, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, ready to remind him exactly what happened that night.

[svu-ncis-criminalminds]

Drunk Pick Me Up

For the Anon who reuqested : So if it’s not too weird, can you please do an imagine being Gibbs’s young girlfriend and calling him to pick her up from a party and he finds her drunk? Thank youuuu

Leroy Jethro Gibbs rolled over in his bed with a small groan when his phone began to ring at promptly 2am on a Friday night. He was supposed to be off for the weekend, why was work calling him? It must be an emergency. He grabbed the phone and checked the caller I.D. seeing your name. He frowned. Why were you calling him at 2am? Thought of emergency and what could be wrong swam in his head as he hit answer and placed it to his ear. 

“Y/N?” He asked, voice both groggy and full of worry. You grinned into the phone, covering one ear with you hand to block out the blaring music in the background,

“Hi baby!” You responded happily, Jethro heard your joy, but he also heard your slurred speech and the music in the background, he chuckled into the phone, sitting up in bed. 

“Hello my love, what’s going on?” 

“I’m drunk!” You announced happily,  and he chuckled again, shaking his head to himself as he climbed out of his bed, looking for a pair of jeans to change into. 

“I can tell, where are you?” You gave him the address inbetween chatting happily to him about your evening so far. 

“Are you coming to get me?” You asked as Jethro grabbed his keys and wallet from the counter in the kitchen. 

“I am, so stay put, alright?” You pouted slightly, sad that your night of fun was ending, but then you grinned at the idea of your boyfriend coming to get you. 

“Okay!” 

“I will call you when I get there, okay?” You nodded eagerly, then remembered he couldn’t see you. 

“Yes sir!” He laughed aloud at that, leaving his house as he said goodbye and hung up. He drove quickly and carefully to where you told him you were, pulling up behind a long line of parked cars, and he glanced at the house. All the lights were on and he could hear music blaring from the street. He was surprised no neighbor had called the police yet. Then he pictures you, his sweet girl in a drunk tank for the night and he couldn’t help but to laugh again. That would be a sight to see. Jethro called you, and you answered after a few rings. 

“Baby?” You asked, speech slightly more slurred then before- someone kept drinking. 

“Hello love, I’m out front,” He spoke slowly, chuckling when you giggled into the receiver. 

“Coming!” you sang to him, and it was literally music to his ears. A few moments later he watched you stagger from the house, pausing as you looked around. You spotted his familiar car and waved happily as you started towards him. You got to the car and slipped into the passenger side, leaning on to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. He kissed you back, smiling into it. When he pulled away from you, you collapsed into the seat beside him, putting one foot up on the dashboard. 

“Seatbelt,” He reminded you, and you groaned as you buckled up. 

“Oh I know, the big bad wolf cares about your safety, poor you,” He smirked, waiting until you were buckled before pulling away from the curb. “Am I taking you home?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes you could currently muster, reaching over to try and grab his hand. “Honey, I’m driving,”

“Can I come over?” You asked, batting your lashes at the man, he chuckled. 

“Of course you can. It’s for the best anyway, I need to make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit,” 

“Hey!” You whined, “I’m not gonna throw up!” 

“Sure sure,” Jethro got you to his house safe and sound, and after struggling with the stairs he got you into his bedroom where you collapsed into the bed. 

“You need to get undressed,” He patted your leg, trying to get you to sit up. You giggled, smirking up at him. 

“Gonna take advantage of me?” You asked, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes. 

“Absolutely not, but you’re not sleeping in my bed in your dirty clothes and shoes, come on now, sit up,” He got you into a seated position, helping you strip down before removing your shoes. He pulled one of his old t-shirts over your head and allowed you to fall back into the pillows. Jethro smiled down at you, shaking his head lovingly at you. He went to the other side of the bed and crawled in, turning to cuddle you into him. You snuggled up to his side and fell asleep in an instant. 

He watched you for a few minutes, gently running his fingers through your tangled hair before eventually allowing himself to fall asleep as well. He always slept better when you were by his side.

[multifandomwriter56]

Welcome to the Family

A/n: This was a request by @winterreader-nowwriter​. So sorry for your wait. I hope you like it.

Request: Hello Karissa! Can I request a Gibbs x reader (platonic) where she's where's she gotten a recent injury and pushing herself back to work and he tells her to take it easy?

Characters: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Platonic!Reader, Tony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee

Warnings: language, talks about being shot

Word Count: 960

The gunshot wound was through and through; missing the organs, but yet Y/n’s boss, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs had told her to stay home and recover for the rest of the week. 

That was on a Tuesday.

It’s now Thursday and Y/n is going crazy at home. Her apartment’s walls are closing in on her and she needs to get out. 

So she heads to work, repeating in her head that she’s there to pick up paperwork and will take it home... or maybe just sit at her desk and do the paperwork. 

Gibbs will be fine with that, right? Of course. The fearless leader was shot last year and he didn’t even take a day off. She took two and half days off, so her recovery history is better than his. Right?

Wrong!

She barely made it through the elevator doors and to the bullpen when she heard her boss’ voice.

“Go home, Y/l/n. It’s not Monday.”

Ignoring Tony’s and McGee’s stares, she heads to Gibbs’ desk. “I just came in to do some paperwork. I’ll be sitting at my desk, doing paperwork, and-”

“And disobeying orders.”

Y/n winces at the inpatient tone. She knows she’s pushing it; but she can’t handle bedrest anymore. “Come on, Boss. I won’t do anything else but paperwork. I promise! I’m going nuts at home. I miss being harassed by DiNozzo and listening to McGee whine about DiNozzo’s harassment.”

“Hey!” 

She ignores the two offended agents; focusing on convincing her boss. “I miss these orange walls!” She gestures to said walls; believing that would tell him just how much she wants to be here.

Gibbs stares hard at his newest agent. She’s been on his team for about almost two years now. She’s intelligent, quick on her feet; and damn good at her job. She pushes his buttons some days (like today) but she somehow always knows how to push him without being too disrespectful. 

He focuses back on his computer. “if you leave your desk, it’s to go to the head or to go home.”

Y/n smiles. “Yes, Boss. Paperwork only, got it.” Heading to her desk, she ignores her two teammates who are staring at her; mouths wide open and eyes wide. 

***

Y/n had kept her promise; staying at her desk like she was told. She was about halfway done with her third report when Gibbs gets a call.

“Dead body. Grab your gear.” He orders as he stands to his feet. 

Without even realizing what she’s doing, Y/n grabs her badge and gun; standing to her feet. She bends down to grab her bag, crying out at the sharp pain in her side. 

“Y/n!?” Gibbs shouts as he runs to her side; grabbing his agent before she fell to the ground. “Damn it, Y/n!”

Once Y/n’s done breathing through the pain and her heart stops trying to beat our of her chest; she looks up at her boss. “I promise, Gibbs, it was pure instinct. I really didn’t think I was going. I just heard you say “grab your gear” and my body moved before my brain could catch up.”

“Okay, okay..” Gibbs comforts. “I believe you.” 

Y/n relaxes in his arms. 

“DiNozzo, you and McGee head to the crime scene.” Gibbs tosses the car keys to Tony and gives the address to McGee. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Yes, Boss.” Tony leans over Gibbs so his eyes lock with his partner’s. “Take care of yourself, Y/n.”

Y/n nods her thanks and smiles at McGee who looks ready to check her injuries himself. But he holds himself back, knowing their boss will take good care of their teammate.

“Ready to stand?”

She nods and Gibbs helps her stand. “I’m fine.”

“Ducky is going to decide that and then you’re going to my place.” He states, guiding her to the back elevator.

“Your place?” Y/n questions. She’s only been to Gibbs’ place a few times and it’s always been a team gathering. Never has she been in her boss’ home when it’s just the two of them; let alone by herself. 

“If you’re so sick of your place, you can stay at mine until the doctor clears you for duty.” He pushes the down button.

“That’s really nice of you, Boss; but I don’t need a babysitter.”

Gibbs gently guides them into the elevator. “You’re staying; that’s not an option. And I won’t be babysitting you. I have to work and when I’m here; I’ll be in my basement, working.”

“Right.” 

Gibbs sigh, feeling the tension growing between the two of them. “Y/n, I’m not trying to make you feel awkward and this isn’t a punishment. I made a bad call letting you stay and I want to make sure you’re okay. It’s just how I am with my kids.”

The elevator door dings, but Y/n doesn’t hear it. My kids? He thinks of her as one of his own?

She knew when she was assigned to this team, that they were a family. She could see it from the beginning without the rumors telling her how close they were.

Gibbs had already exit the elevator, almost to the sensor for the Autopsy doors when he realizes she’s not following him. He cranes his neck to look back at her and turns fully around when he sees her staring at him, her eyes glazed with tears. “Y/n?”

“Your kids?”

Gibbs grins. He knows this young agent isn’t used to having a family; but she’s his family. He’s not sure when it happened, but she somehow squirmed her way into his family. 

He turns back to the doors. “Welcome to the family, Y/n.”

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NCIS - Gibbs: Flirt

Title: Flirt Word Count: 687 Fandom: NCIS Pairing: Gibbs x Reader Characters: Gibbs, McGee, Bishop, Reader Rating: Teen Gif: Not mine Requested: @anycsirp Prompt: Can u maybe write something about the reader being Mcgee's sister and whenever she's comes by HQ she and Gibbs flirt and it drives McGee nuts so he basically explodes and tells Gibbs to ask her out or to stop flirting with her 🙈🙊

You arrive at NCIS HQ almost thirty minutes after Bishop first calls you. You didn’t want to go, but she’s specifically asked for your help and your team leader hadn’t seen the problem in it. So, here you were, standing in the empty bullpen, waiting for the NCIS Agent to return from wherever it was she went.  The sound of the elevator doors swishing open catches your attention and you turn to look at who steps out the metal box. You watch as McGee’s expression turns to one of horror when he recognises you, standing in the middle of the bullpen.  “(Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asks you, by way of greeting.  “And hello to you too Special Agent Timothy McGee,” you greet him.  “Hey Handsome,” you turn to Gibbs and watch the blush color his cheeks.

“(Y/N),” short, clipped, to the point. “What brings you by?” Gibbs asks and you’re saved from answering when Bishop arrives, handing you a file and asking for a profile on the suspect.  Granted, this isn’t how they normally work cases, but it seems Ellie is onto something and you don’t want to ruin her buzz. You take the file and spread the papers out on Gibbs’ desk.  The silver-haired man simply raises an eyebrow at you, though he remains silent.  You already know if it was anyone else they would’ve been treated with a head-slap, but Gibbs doesn’t seem to reserve any of those for you.  Still McGee hisses your name and you turn to face him, innocent expression plastered on your face.  “Do you mind not using Gibbs’ desk for that?” McGee asks you.  “Oh, little brother, lighten up,” you tell him. “Its not like I’m using it for nefarious reasons. Besides, I don’t think Gibbs is into that kinda stuff, are you Gibbs?” you turn to the silver-haired man.  You see him debate on whether to play along or not. He does.  “Only if you’re into it,” he responds, holding your gaze, giving you the impression he’s more serious than he’s letting on.  McGee sputters out something neither you nor Gibbs can understand.  Another agent arrives two minutes later, crying child in their arms. Just the sight of Gibbs in the child’s line of vision is enough to calm him down. The kid immediately hold out his arms in Gibbs’ direction, waiting for Gibbs to take him from the stranger.  “You’re good with kids,” you tell him and he nods his head, no verbal response. You understand though, knowing what happened to his family. “You should think about it,” you plant a seed.  “Why, you offering?” his response comes quicker than you anticipated.  “If I am, will you accept?” the words leave your mouth without your permission.  “How soon do you want to start?”  Oh. My. God! Did he really just ask what you heard? The look on both Bishop and McGee’s faces assure you that it was.  He’s not playing anymore… but you need to check.  “Tonight.”  “Seriously guys,” you hear McGee yell. “You need to stop this. Enough of this flirty behaviour. (Y/N), this is my boss and I don’t need to hear about his off-time activities, especially not with you. And Boss, no offence, but (Y/N) is my sister, so I’m asking you, either stop flirting with her or ask her out, because you’re both driving me bat-shit-crazy.”  “(Y/N), a minute?” Gibbs asks and you nod. He leads you to the elevator and you step inside, Gibbs pulling the emergency lever as soon as the doors shut. “Didn’t expect your brother to give me an ultimatum,” Gibbs says, and you want to respond but he stops you. “But he’s right, so I’m asking now, (Y/N), will you go out with me? He asks you, shyly and you respond with vigorous nod.  “Pick you up at eight tonight. I know a place that has good food.”  “See you then, baby-daddy,” you say as you pull the emergency lever, allowing the doors to open and you step out the metal box.  You hear his laugh follow you before he does… You cannot wait for 20H00. 

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Could you do a Gibbs x reader where she comes to his office to surprise him? Just really cute and fluffy. Thanks!

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Masterlist 

Show: NCIS

Summary: You couldn’t wait to see those blue eyes looking back at you in person.

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 770

Reading Time: 3 minutes-ish

Request: Requests are open - check out the prompts list here.

Prompt: Not this time lol

A/N: Oh this got away from me, not that I am complaining. Thank-you for reading ♥ Feedback is always welcomed and requests are open XoX

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Last anyone had heard from you, you were an agent afloat and you were going to be gone for at least eight months. Before that you were working in New Orleans, and before that you were in Washington. That’s where you were working with Gibbs and his team, and when you transferred is when you and Gibbs developed a relationship.The relationship was strong, as the two of you understood that work came first. The distance was never a problem as when you two were together it was like a fairy tale. No one else understood how the two of you made it work, but it just seems to and neither one of you was about to complain.

It had been about six months since you had seen Gibbs, and you were dying to get your feet on dry land. Thankful that the ship had ported in New Orleans for the next four days, you had gotten word to command that you were going to be in Washington for two of them. Having that cleared, you took off as soon as your feet hit ground. You wanted nothing more than to put your work aside for those days and surprise the love of your life.

Stopping in a NCIS in New Orleans, you said hi to the team there. You had to, seeing as how Pride and Doctor Wade were two of your best friends next to Doctor Mallard. From there, Pride was happy to take you to the airport to catch a flight to Washington. He agreed that he would be there to take you back to the port when you came back.

It was mid-morning when you had gotten to the Washington Navel Base, and into the NCIS building. You didn’t need a visitor badge, for you are an NCIS agent, which meant that getting through security was easy. You got in the elevator and made your way up tot he bullpen. You knew that you were going to have to stop in Abby’s lab and stop in a see Ducky but you had your heart set on making this stop first.

As you made your way off the lift, you noticed that DiNozzo, Ziva and McGee were the only ones in, that your Marine wasn’t. Oh, well it will be just that much more of a surprise when he came from wherever he was. And with that, you didn’t miss a step as you walked up to the desks.

“Well, it looks like you’ve gotten some sun since you’ve been a float.” Tony smiled as he spotted you, “That reminds me…” He started as he stood up.

“If it’s a movie reference, you can stove it.” Ziva commented as she looked up from her computer screen.

“Stuff it,” Tony corrected, “She means stuff it.”

Standing up Ziva held her hand out, “I don’t believe I’ve hand the pleasure,” She said as she shook your hand, “Ziva David, Mossade Liaison officer.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You answered.

“Wait, the same Y/N Y/L/N…” Ziva started, but quickly stopped mid-sentence.

“Yes, David,” Gibbs stated as he came up from behind you and gave you a chase kiss, “I thought you weren’t goin’ to be back for another couple months.”

“Shore leave in Orleans. Thought I would surprise you.” You smiled as you gave him another kiss.

“Y/N!” Abbys voice sounded from behind you, as she started to run towards you.

“I think you did just that.” He smiled as Abby pulled you into a big up.

“Abby wanted me to let her know if you showed,” McGee smiled from his desk.

“And I’ve ever so glad you did,” Abby said as she released you, “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back?”

“Uh, I was here to surprise Gibbs,” You laughed as you turned looking at your boyfriend.

“Ah, I thought I recognized that voice,” Ducky said as he walked up to the bullpen, “My dear, Y/N.” He said as he gave you a quick hug and a kiss on each cheek. “Doctor Wade said you were heading this way when I talked to her this morning.”

You shook your head as you laughed and looked back at Gibbs, “Buy ya a coffee, Marine?” You asked with a smile.

“I thought ya’d never ask.” He smiled back at you as you took his arm and headed towards the elevator.

Abby sighed with a huge smile on her face, “Aren’t they the most perfect couple you’ve ever seen?” She commented.

“Reminds me of Mr. and Mrs. Smith.” Tony said as he sat down, “Both deadly.”

[specialagentmonkey]

I Won’t Lose You...

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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Request

I'm taking request for NCIS and NCIS NOLA. Just a reminder that I'm still catching up on NOLA so it might not be that good.

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Karma

Prompt: You go undercover with DiNozzo as his wife, and Gibbs, your boyfriend has no choice but to watch from the sidelines.

You weren’t happy about being partnered with DiNozzo on your current undercover case but not nearly as unhappy about it as Jethro. Nothing against DiNozzo but pretending to be his wife was almost close to a nightmare for you. Vance denied Jethro posing as your significant other only because he didn’t fit the profile and Tony already had established contact, which actually worked in your favor since you and Jethro had gotten into a slight argument before the op and had you been partnered with him, you might’ve ended up strangling him.

So as Tony and you stood in the elevator, you closed your eyes and mentally stepped into your alias.

“Alright DiNozzo, Y/L/N. Com check,” you heard Jethro speak in your earpiece.

“Heard ya loud and clear boss,” Tony responded.

You ignored him, finishing going over your cover story in your head, making sure you remembered every detail. The way you talked, walked and even smiled mattered.

“Y/N!”

“No need to yell in my ear Gibbs, I can hear you just fine,” you finally responded as the doors opened and the two of you walked out into crowded lobby.

The plan was simple. Your target was having dinner in the hotel restaurant, all you two had to do was have some dinner as well, scan the room so Abby can run facial recognition software through Tony’s glasses and get out of there safely.

“Hi, reservation for my husband and I,” you told the hostess with a fake smile as your hand intertwined with DiNozzo’s.

“Of course, right this way ma’am.”

She led you two through the restaurant, seating you in one of the corners, per DiNozzo’s request so that you had a better vantage point at identifying your suspect. She then handed you off to your server who stood by the table and handed you both a menu.

“May I start you off with any drinks tonight?”

You spoke before Tony got the chance.

“We’ll have 2 glasses of your Coup De Foudre Gauchiste and start off with Gruyère and Crab Palmiers please.”

DiNozzo gave you a slight look of bewilderment but quickly covered it with a smile. The server nodded and left as you heard Gibbs speak.

“We have a budget on this op, Agent Y/L/N.”

“Hm. Then it’s a good thing I brought your card just in case,” you answered back while taking a sip of water. It was quiet for a second before you heard him sigh in exasperation.

“Torres is a really good teacher. You should think about starting a class.”

“Abby get anything yet boss?” DiNozzo jumped in, changing the subject.

“Not yet. Keep looking.”

You both spent the rest of the fake dinner, sipping on the expensive wine, scanning the room, and you giving DiNozzo occasional caresses that you knew made both him and Jethro uncomfortable. Once the dinner ended and the both of you had gotten up to leave, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. A man matching the description of your suspect was following you. You knew you couldn't let him follow you to the surveillance van so using your high school improv skills, you pulled DiNozzo by the hand into the opposite direction, once you were outside.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked you which you replied with a fake giggle.

"Just follow my lead. We've got a tail."

You pulled him back towards the side of the restaurant where it was dimly lit and stood so that his back was against the wall. You made sure you weren't standing completely in front of him so that his glasses could pick up a good picture of the man following you.

Keeping up the act, you smiled fakely at him and began playing with his tie, moving your hands so they trailed up his chest and settled around his neck. He chuckled nervously, clearly unprepared for the unscripted intimacy.

"Ah, jeeze. I can't watch this," you heard Jethro speak faintly in your ear, making you smirk. Serves him right.

"At least pretend like you're enjoying this Tony. Has he passed by yet?" you asked, snapping him out of it.

"Uh, not yet."

He finally put his hands on your waist and then unexpectedly pulled you into his chest for a hug, pretending to nuzzle your neck.

"Got him," you heard Abby confirm. "It's him."

"Tell me when he leaves," you whispered to Tony, continuing to pretend that you two were just a lovestruck couple cuddling in the parking lot.

"McGee, Bishop. Move in now," Gibbs ordered a little harshly.

The two of you gave it a little more time before pulling apart and now following the suspect as you saw McGee and Bishop's car come speeding in from the other side and stop in front of him. They both got out and pulled their weapons out.

"NCIS, stay where you are," McGee called out.

The suspect turned to run but stopped once he saw you and Tony aiming your own weapons at him.

"Too bad you didn't stay for dessert. Their Tiramisu was delicious," Tony joked, making you roll your eyes.

- - - -

You watched from the other side of the interrogation window as Jethro slammed his hand on the table, making both McGee and the suspect jump.

"You think he's a little worked up?" you jokingly asked DiNozzo who stood next to you.

"Yeah, I am not envious of McGee right now. I already feel the major head slapping that's coming to me for the stunt you pulled in the parking lot."

"Stunt? Hey, I was doing my job," you defended.

"Yeah well Gibbs had direct feed to my glasses, seeing what I was saw and you were making it very difficult to keep an eye on the suspect."

You laughed and turned to Tony, putting your hand on his shoulder.

"He's not gonna fault you for being a man, Tony. You did your job. Very well might I add."

He smiled just as the door opened and Jethro stood in the doorway.

"Uh, good talk Agent L/N but I think I should go see what Abby is up to," Tony stuttered, stepping away from your touch and turning to leave. Jethro stayed where he was, blocking Tony's path, increasing his nervousness.

"Uh boss. About earlier. I really wasn't expecting any of that to happen. I mean-

"Get out of here DiNozzo," he ordered, stepping into the room, allowing Tony to pass.

"Right away boss."

He pretty much ran out and you couldn't help but giggle. Jethro's hard stare turned to you as he shut the door and you bit your lip. Your plan definitely succeeded in getting Jethro thoroughly worked up and you loved it. He slowly took steps towards you until you were inches apart, his chest level with your face but your gaze never leaving his. The air was charged as he spoke.

"Is this what I should expect from you every time we have an argument?"

"Only if we have an undercover op the next night."

His hand came up to brush some hair behind your ear and trailed down your jawline to hold your chin.

"Then I'll have to make sure you're always partnered with me."