#ncis series

[shadowsndaisies]

the death of mike franks

a/n: this was the idea that sparked the crossover when i was doing an ncis rewatch

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synopsis: p2p killer's on the loose, and you're stationed across the country when you get the call

wc: 1.1k

It’s not a call you wanted to ever receive.

“It’s.. uh, I just. I figured you’d want to know,” Tony’s voice trails.

“Know what Tony?” you ask, brow furrowed, he wasn’t making any sense.

The bar is loud behind you, it’s almost nine now, but the sun’s only just set and the whole squad was inside, everyone covered in salt and sand from the day spent at the beach. It had been a good day, but somehow, you knew the good was about to end.

“I’m really sorry,” he says again and your breath catches.

You’d met Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo during your station at Norfolk. You’d been sent there while on medical reserve. You worked on the Navy Yard, and when you think back, it’s probably because of your mom. She’d been close with a retired Marine Gunny turned Supervisory Special Agent in Charge, all because of your grandpa. The Gunny had a team there, and somehow, you’d gotten roped into spending some time with them while you recuperated. Physically able enough to be in the field, but not yet able to withstand sustained Gs. You’d enjoyed the stint, made friends with the team. You’d left NCIS better than you’d arrived, in more ways than one.

You’d bonded with Tony over pop culture references, and a quiet reverence for the Gunny. A new level to the respect you’d always had since you’d met him as a toddler.

“Tell me,” you force out.

Please don’t say it’s Gunny.

“It’s Franks,” he finally admits, and your knees go weak. “He’s dead, kid.”

“Oh shit, oh, fuck,” you huff out, trying to reign everything in.

That’s worse.

“Did anyone call my mom?” you ask, as your legs give out.

There’s a rolling wave of grief.

You grip tight to the railing as you try not to topple.

“Gibbs is calling her now,” he says quietly.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs had been in your life as long as you can remember. He’d filled the dad role often after your own had passed. You’d never really known him as a Gunny, but you did as Pop’s probie. You can’t imagine the silence that must’ve fallen over the NCIS building. But your thoughts are focused on Mike Franks. Your grandfather. There’d always been something about him, all old school, with his own sense of justice, too patriotic for his own good, it turned out. You hadn’t understood it then, but you saw how he changed after 9/11, and that was when you realized there was still so much to do. That was the reason you enlisted, he was.

You finally sit, as the grief rolls over you. You were not new to grief, you’d lived with it as a cloud almost your whole life, but this felt different. It wasn’t like when you’d lost your dad. You’d been too young, you think. All you really knew back then was you missed him, you were sad he was gone, disappointed that he’d never come home again.

You were okay though. You had your mom, you had pop, and you had Gibbs.

Gibbs who took you to the father daughter dance after pop got hurt on a case, and couldn’t take you like he’d promised. Gibbs who taught you how to drive manual when your mom decided she was not built to be the one to contend with you and the road. Makes sense, given you elected to pursue a career involving flying jets.

You’re struck with the realization that underneath the grief is an overwhelming sense of relief. It’s not Gunny, it’s not Tim, it’s not any of them. You want to puke as soon as you think it. Guilt gnawing at your insides. You loved your grandfather, but you’d been anticipating his death for a while now. So sure that all the cigarettes would finally catch up to him.

“Gadget?” His voice is strained, thank god it wasn’t Tony, either.

“Yeah,” you manage to choke out, from where you’re now sitting, one hand still grasping tight to the railing.

“It was the P2P,” and then there was anger.

“Son of a bitch,” you huff, and now there’s tears in your eyes. “He was supposed to be in Mexico,” you add on, because you’d just talked to him. “He was supposed to be done with this!”

You’d spoken with your grandfather just a few days ago, making plans to come down to Mexico when you had a short leave in a few weeks. You’d already booked your ticket.

“He only got here this morning, Gibbs called,” Tony adds on.

it goes quiet then. As if Tony’s not sure how to continue. and you become stuck in a contemplative silence.

…

“He picked my call sign,” you eventually say softly.

“What?” Tony asks, and you can imagine the frown.

“Pop, he.. uh… I loved cars, and taking things apart to learn how they worked. He was the one who called me inspector gadget as a kid. One of my instructors heard him call me Gadget during training on family weekend, and.. and then it was my official callsign.”

You don’t know why you’re telling him. You’d never told anybody that your grandfather was the one who coined Gadget, everyone who needed to know, did.

“I didn’t know that,” Tony admits, and you can hear the sad chuckle in his voice.

“I’ve never told anyone before,” you admit, sniffing.

“I’m really sorry, (y/n),” is all he offers.

You sniff and force yourself back to your feet. “Yeah,” you say in the absence of anything else. “Tell Gunny to call me when he can,” you decide.

“Yeah, but-” you don’t listen to the rest, ending the call.

You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, but it must’ve been too long because eventually someone came looking for you.

“Gadget?” it’s Hangman who calls your name. “You drink too much or something?” he muses coming closer.

It’s not until he can see your face that he realizes you’re crying, and the smirk is gone in a second. He drops down to be eye level and you continue to look past him and at the ocean.

“Gadget? Gadget, talk to me, what happened?” his voice had gone soft, one hand gently landing on your shoulder

“My grandfather’s dead,” you say, and god it hurts.

...

everything tags: @butterfly-skinnylegend

gadgets tags: @oikawasblueearbud @rory-cakes

[renegadesstuff]

SHE IS GONNA COME BACK 🥹😍

[alissa3000]

I always see people edit Spencer Reid and Jake Peralta together…bro Jake and Tony DiNozzo are literally same ppl different fonts

[catlynhoss05]

Donut 🍩 Debacle

*Oaklynn's 9 months & crawling*

Oaklynn: *quietly crawls across the bullpen, pulls herself up to get Tony's donut* *sits down & starts eating donut*

Gibbs: *watches his baby girl with a big smile on his face*

Tony: *goes to grab said donut* Hey, where's my donut?

McGee: Uh, Tony. *points down at Oaklynn who's covered in frosting*

Tony: You're lucky you're cute *laughs*

[liar-or-lawyer]

[storiesofsvu]

The Marine’s Girl Ch 7

Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: language, angst.

Honestly, Abi was surprised when she wasn’t reamed out in the middle of the waiting room, she supposed she had the grieving widow to thank for that. She apologized profusely, to both of them, once the wife was otherwise taken care of, she explained the (pretend) situation to her Captain as you had suggested. The glare on his face was more than enough for her to not try to push it, with a simple ‘yes sir’ she bowed her head and accepted her punishment.

It wasn’t as bad as she was worried about, she was simply put on modified duty for the next three weeks. There was a sense of understanding, of knowing just how overworked she could get, and the expected length of a surgery being suddenly cut short. While she was still chastised for not being worried enough to stay awake, she made it through pretty unscathed.

That was until two weeks into her suspension that she was called into her Captain’s office. She was already a little nervous, but hoped this didn’t have anything to do with the incident.

“Captain.” She greeted, “what can I do for you?”

“Take a seat Sergeant Borin.” He replied, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. She did as he said, her hands wringing in her lap as she did so. “Tell me, you are aware of our no fraternizing policy, correct?”

“Uh..yes sir. I don’t know what you’ve heard but I swear to you I’m not involved with anyone on deck.”

“On deck no.” He frowned, “what I’m concerned about is whatever it is you have going on with that Doctor.”

“Excuse me?” The best she could do at this point was to deny.

“While we were trying to locate you that day a nurse mentioned you spent a lot of time with a y/n. It’s been brought to my attention that you’ve been writing each other back and fourth for a few months now, starting after you were sidelined with that broken rib. It was her name on your discharge papers.”

“I was stuck in the hospital alone for weeks. I made a friend sir, you’re reading too deep into this.”

“It’s bad enough you’ve lied to me once already Sergeant, I don’t need you continuing the habit now. Disobedience isn’t welcomed here and you know that.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You met Dr. Summers, you were put up in the same hotel that she currently is and your hotel room was never touched. Once your returned to active duty you suddenly started taking any chance you could to go off base, specifically if it involved her hospital. You started disappearing from the waiting room whenever you were there, we’ve looked into this Sergeant Borin, there’s more than enough to back up our suspicions, I highly suggest you come clean right now.”

“She’s a friend, this isn’t an issue.”

“It became an issue the second you were in an on call room with her instead of in the waiting room while a man from your troop lay dying on the operating table! You knew it was your responsibility to contact the next of kin and you were nowhere to be seen. You were completely reckless in your behaviour and I cannot have that reflected back on me.”

“I thought we had already resolved this issue sir? Is that not why I’m currently under suspension?”

“You’re lucky you weren’t immediately discharged Borin. You know the rules, the moment a Marine breaks a law, they’re done for.”

“That law is erroneous and ridiculous! If we were Stateside, or at open waters it wouldn’t even be a law! Someone shouldn’t be persecuted simply because of who they have relationships with! Sir.” She stopped herself the moment she realized she’d proven herself guilty, despite the fury burning through her, wishing she could tear a strip of the man on the other side of the desk.

“Prior to all of these shenanigans you were one of my best Sergeants. I don’t want to see you sent home over something like this.”

“So, what? Another week of suspension? You plan on stripping me of my rank?”

“No.” He sighed, “I’m sending you back into the city Friday…you have a choice to make Sergeant Borin.”

**

The past two weeks had been absolute garbage, there had been an influx of patients with more than traumatic injuries, the loss numbers jumping higher than you’d expected. You hadn’t gotten a letter from Abi yet and all you wanted when you returned home for the night was to be able to bury yourself in her arms yet all you had were a pile of old papers, strewn with her words to try and make you feel better.

You were at least lucky enough to be off the next day, knowing this, you’d made sure to have adequate food and whiskey in your room, the ice bucket refilled as you lost yourself in mindless t.v. An attempt to drown the frustration with brain rot and booze. You were confused when there was a knock at your door, but again, a number of the other doctors were cooped up at the hotel and you knew that grouping together was generally a good idea after a bad week. Padding to the door you pulled it open, your brow furrowing at the sight of Abi standing in your doorway, though you had to admit, your heart did jump in your chest at the surprise visit.

“Abs…what’re you doing here?” Your head glanced over to your pager, wondering if you’d missed a message from a fellow doctor, but you knew there was nothing, you’d been on alert all night. As your eyes drank her in you noticed the anguish written in her own eyes, “did…you lose someone?”

“I’m about to.” It was barely over a whisper and her words only confused you more, backing further into the room so whatever admission she was about to make didn’t happen in the hallway.

“I’m confused. After…last time…shouldn’t you have stayed at the hospital?”

“There isn’t anyone from my team at the hospital.”

“What are you talking about? Abs…I don’t understand.”

“We got caught.” She knew she couldn’t hold off the truth much longer, unable to meet your eye as she spoke the words.

“Fuck…” you muttered, running a hand over your face, “okay…so…we be more careful? We keep it platonic in person? In public?”

“It’s over…” you could tell she was trying to remain strong but her voice shook, you could see the slight glistening in her eyes already.

“But….I love you.” You choked it out before you even really realized what you were saying. Yes, your relationship had been anything but traditional, you hadn’t even discussed exclusivity but you knew it in your heart that you loved Abi. You loved her more than anyone you ever had, despite the complications you’d subconsciously been thinking that she was the one, that this would all wrap up happily and you’d get to go back Stateside and be together.

“I can’t…” she struggled with her words, but was still doing one hell of a lot better at keeping it together than you were, “if a Marine gets caught breaking a law they get dishonourably discharged instantly. I’m lucky my Captain even gave me a choice.”

“You…you’re saying your job’s more important than me?”

“Oh please, as if you would give up your work for me! It’s too important.”

“But”-

“Stop. Please.” She begged, barely holding it together as she watched you start to crumble in front of her. All she wanted was to repeat those three little words back to you, bury herself in your arms and never leave, but she had a duty to do, one that she owed her country to complete. “We can’t keep doing this, the letters need to stop. I’ve been taken off the hospital rotation for the foreseeable future. If I’m caught even talking to you outside of a very professional setting, I’m done for. There’s video surveillance that could incriminate you too, and I really don’t want that to happen.”

“But”—

“I’m sorry.” Her heart shattered in her chest at the admission, unable to watch you completely disintegrate before her, she turned, swiftly leaving the hotel room.

“Abs…” the door didn’t block your choked cry, the sob that left your lips as your hand hit the door. As if you would be able to feel her one last time through its thickness. Your palm pressed against the wood as the tears began to drip down your cheeks, your chest beginning to heave. You let your pain and grief take over, slowly dropping down to your knees as you sobbed. As if the week hadn’t been bad enough you’d now lost your love, someone you hadn’t even been able to admit that to before the night she ripped your heart apart. Within the short time that you’d gotten to know Abigail Borin she’d become the love of your life, and despite what she apparently thought, you would’ve given up everything for her.

Outside, Abi could hear your cries, her own tears burning heavily in her eyes as she tore herself away from your door. The only thing she wanted was to take it back, for you to open the door so you could welcome her back into your room, into your life. But she knew she couldn’t do that, she had to will herself to walk away. To walk away from someone that she’d fallen completely in love with over the past few weeks, even if she’d never really admitted it to herself. She barely managed to make it back to the car before the tears started to slip down her cheeks. Thankfully for her, she managed to keep them silent, attempting to wipe them away before her driver noticed.

Never in her life did she think that something so trivial as a broken rib and a row of stitches would result in this. Part of her was almost happy for the tiny scar, the little white raised bump where you’d healed her, even if she was never going to see you again, at least she had some small reminder of you that would live on her skin forever. A part of you was a part of her, and even with everything going on, she was sure she would never forget you, no matter what happened.

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[indestinatus]

NCIS - favorite episodes ↳ GOOD COP, BAD COP (7x04)

I had nothing but death in my heart. You never had a choice. He didn't give you a choice. He raised you to be a ruthless, soulless... killer. I did not mean to live through it. You didn't. That part of you died out there. I am... sorry.

[playbucky]

Fiancé?

Requested by Anon – G Callen x reader to be cute and fluffy, and reader to be hacker but in the same time an agent on field. OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! U RE THE BEST Word Count – 832 Characters – Callen x Reader You and Nell sat next each other, going over the new tech that had just been brought in. When the doors opened and Eric entered. ‘Y/N, sorry to pull you away but there is a new case that needs you on it.’ He said, you sighed but nodded, stretching as you got up. You and Eric walked out the room. ‘So what’s the case?’ You asked Eric, he looked through the tablet, flicking a picture up of the victim. ‘James Harrogate, was killed last night. He is well known to the hacker community.’ ‘Yeah I knew of him.’ ‘Sorry, but we think that there is a murder attacking hackers.’ ‘So you want me to go undercover?’ You asked and he nodded. ‘Yeah, we set an interview up for you to fill in the empty space, Hetty said you’ve to go straight their instead of the meeting.’  Eric said as you made it to the top of the stairs as he was going to call the others. ‘Okay, see you on the other side you said to him. he nodded. Callen stood up from his desk and walked over when he saw you heading out. ‘What’s up?’ He asked. You smiled. ‘Nothing.’ You replied. ‘Just getting ahead on the case, your about to be briefed on. See you soon.’ You said as Callen nodded, you placed a quick kiss on his cheek before turning around and walking out the building.

When you arrived at the building where Eric said the meeting was you noticed it was a lovely café. You entered and sat across from the man on the laptop. ‘Nice laptop.’ You said and he looked up. You smiled at him as you pushed your glasses further up. ‘Yeah, it’s the 700, ept version.’ He responded. ‘Does that come with the 4.3 spec?’ You asked him. He nodded. You smiled again. ‘Jessica Spring.’ You said reaching your hand out. ‘Michael Elliot.’ He grasped your hand and shook once.

The interview you had was successful, they said they would get back to you later on in the day. You walked down the street to the local park. You took a seat on the bench and soon you felt a warm hand on your shoulders. ‘How’d it go?’ Callen asked. ‘Good they’ll get in touch with me later today.’ You said and he nodded his head. Before bringing a bag up beside you. ‘What’s that?’ You asked him. ‘Lunch and a present from Nell.’ He said, you reached in and saw the black box, that you recognized from this morning. ‘OMG, she gave me them.’ You exclaimed as you brung the box out. You opened the box and your jaw dropped, they were even more beautiful in the daylight. ‘Gave you what?’ Callen asked. ‘Tracking earrings.’ You said as you pulled the beautiful diamond earrings out. You placed them in and placed the empty box back in. ‘Tell her thanks.’ You said to Callen as you kissed his cheek. ‘I’ve also to give you this since, I’ll be in the van.’ He said holding an earpiece up. you nodded and took it, before placing it into your ear. You leant forward and placed a kiss on his lips, he smiled into it and brung you closer. You were interrupted when your phone rang. ‘Hello?’ You answered it. ‘Hi, you’ve been accepted, head back to the interview site to be picked up.’ The voice said and then hung up. ‘Who was that?’ Callen asked you. You turned to him and tucked the loose strand of hair behind your ear. ‘I’ve been accepted. I need to go, see you later.’ You said as you placed a quick kiss on his lips before standing up and heading back.

You had managed to find out who the killer was. You had arrested him and you were waiting for the team to arrive. You were going to give them a good telling off. You had been getting snarky comments in your ear since the car ride to the base.

Flashback ‘Take everything of.’ He said pointing at the jewellery that you were wearing, you nodded and stripped your wrists and fingers bare. He looked you over once and pointed to your ears. ‘Earrings as well.’ ‘Can I keep them on please?’ You asked and he raised an eyebrow. ‘There from my fiancé.’ You told him, he looked at your hands and then back up, remembering which rings you had on. ‘You don’t have a ring.’ ‘I know, we didn’t want to be the cliché couple and I have always wanted these.’ You said as you rubbed the earrings. He watched you and nodded his head slowly. You got into the car and sighed as you took a seat. ‘So, fiancé?’ You heard Callen through the earpiece. ‘Nah, sure she’s talking about her lover on the side. Couldn’t ever see her marrying you.’ You heard Deeks say. ‘Oww.’ Came from Deeks next and you had to hold your laughter in.