Summary: Jimmy Palmer x agent!Reader -> You and Jimmy aren't known for getting along, but when he helps you out, things start to change.
Disclaimer: Mentions of accidental knife wounds to hands, firearm shots, elements of NCIS, reader is an agent and Jimmy helps patch her up, blood, dislike to friends to lovers, an almost kiss, a real kiss, a happy ending. This is my first time writing for NCIS so forgive me if this is terrible.
It was safe to say you and Ducky’s medical assistant, Palmer, didn’t exactly get along.
You’d been hired after a letter of recommendation was sent to Gibbs from your former boss at the FBI. You’d met Palmer a week after you started and there was just…something between both of you.
You never seemed to get along.
Whilst the conversations between yourself and the rest of the team were friendly, your conversations with Palmer were direct. Blunt. Highly work oriented.
You didn’t talk to each other unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Hey, Ducky?! Abby’s threatened me so I’m- Oh.”
Palmer turned around from where he was standing at his desk. “Ducky’s not here. He’ll be back in a couple hours if you want to wait.”
“Uhh, no. No, it’s fine. I’m just gonna-”
“Hold on.” Palmer’s voice was direct. “You said Abby threatened you?”
You shrugged. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yeah, you did. I heard you.”
“No, I-”
“What did you do to your hand?”
Quickly, you placed the bloodied hand behind your back. “Nothing.”
Palmer sighed, putting down his pen and walking over to you. “What are you doing?”
“Show me your hand?” He asked, holding out his own.
“What? No! There’s nothing to-”
Palmer was calmer than usual. “Show me. Your hand.”
You still didn’t move. So he added, “Please?”
Weighing up your options, the fear of Abby and the pain in your hand won over your hostility towards Palmer. So, with a reluctant eye roll, you showed him your hand.
You hissed as he took hold of it. “Careful.”
“I am being careful,” he pointed out. “What the hell did you even do?”
“The coffee machine. The filter dish thing got stuck so-”
“So you used a machete to get it open?”
“No.” You sighed. “But I did…use a knife.”
Palmer hummed. “A sharp one at that. Sit down.”
“Excuse me?”
Palmer sighed, again. “Clearly Abby sent you here to get it looked at. We have the supplies and I do know what I’m doing. So, take a seat.”
Again, the pain in your hand won, so you took a seat.
The first five minutes were spent in silence. Until the feeling of Palmer being so close to you, you could smell his cologne, started sending your head through loops you didn’t want it going through.
“I still can’t believe you cut it this deep.”
“Well, I can.” On instinct you tried to tug your hand away, but Palmer had a surprisingly steady and strong grip.
“Stay still.”
“Can you blame me? It hurts!”
“If you stayed still, it wouldn’t hurt as much.”
You bit your lip to hold back the small groan of pain. “Ah.”
“Almost done.”
A quiet tension settled over the room as Palmer got closer to your hand to finish off the stitches. Your fingers flexed on their own as he adjusted his hand in yours. And then he spoke.
“Your heartbeat’s really fast.”
“What?” The question came out short and shocked.
That was when you noticed two of Palmer’s fingers gently holding onto your wrist. “I said your heartbeat is really-”
“I know what you said.”
Then Palmer smiled at you for a brief moment. “You sound nervous.”
“No, I don’t,” you replied, sounding nervous.
A breathy chuckle left him. “Don’t tell me the NCIS agent is afraid of a little blood?”
Oh, thank god.
“Palmer. I am a woman,” you pointed out. “So…no.”
Palmer shrugged. “I suppose dealing with the one guy on the team you don’t like could also be a cause? I can practically hear you screaming to leave.”
You laughed. “You got me.”
“Well, no need to scream,” he told you. “Because you’re all done.”
You looked at his handy work. “Thanks, Palmer.”
He held a hand on his chest. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
Palmer chuckled again, turning away to clean his supplies and put them away. “You can tell Abby you’re not in any imminent danger.”
Despite him helping mend your hand, the next time you and Jimmy spent time talking wasn’t for a couple more weeks. And it freaked the entire team out, including Palmer and even Gibbs.
You’d wanted to try and be normal with him since he’d helped patch up your hand, but it took a while to work up the courage.
It was slow, at first, the change.
You went to the medical labs a few more times, per Gibbs orders. You said hello to both Ducky and him. You replied to his comments over the case. Days passed and you started replying to his ‘good mornings’. Then you needed a check up for your hand.
“Healing very nicely,” Ducky smiled. “Well done, Mr Palmer.”
Palmer smiled as he looked over his shoulder. And when he directed that smile towards you for a moment, you returned it.
The days bled into weeks and eventually the hostility had turned into an atmosphere of friendship.
That got blown up after a newly regular morning for both you and Jimmy.
After officially becoming friends outside of work, you found out you both went to the same coffee shop a couple of blocks from work. So, after his morning run and your early starts that didn’t mean having to be in the office, you’d meet up an hour before work and share a coffee.
Except, one morning you were running a little late and, whilst accidentally running into Jimmy outside of the cafe, you also happened to be hit with a blast from the past.
You cut off Jimmy’s morning ramble by yanking his arm and pulling him into the small alley beside the building.
“Uhh, what are we doing?”
You hadn’t noticed how close you were standing to him, with your hands firmly on his chest. He could smell the scent of your shampoo and it was…intoxicating. It filled every inch of his senses.
“Shush.”
Jimmy lowered his voice. “Y/n?”
However, as he covered one of your hands with his own, he felt you tremble a little. “Y/n? Is everything-”
“It’s my ex.”
“What?” Jimmy tried to look, but you pulled him back around the corner.
“No, don’t move.” You finally looked up at Jimmy. “I’m not moving.”
“Okay, it’s okay. We don’t have to move.” Then he asked, “Why aren’t we moving?”
“Because I don’t want to accidentally run into him or talk to him or even see him. And I don’t want him to see me and-”
Jimmy bent his knees a little to look at you at eye level. “Hey, you’re panicking. It’s okay. Just take a breather.”
You did as he said and felt a little calmer. “Okay. Great. Do you mind asking me why you’re so…”
“Freaked out?” You asked and Jimmy nodded. “He, uh, well, he proposed to me on the same night I was about to confront him about cheating on me. He thought I didn’t know and we had this massive fight. And then he blamed me for cheating and a lot of words were said – mostly from his part. And I know, I know, they’re not true but when you’ve been together for nearly two years it kinda messes with you and-”
“Okay, okay, okay. Well, first of all, he’s an asshole. You deserve so much better than that.” Jimmy said. “Second, you shouldn’t be the one hiding. You did nothing wrong. He should be the one hiding, that…that weasel.”
You felt yourself chuckle a little. “Thanks, Jimmy.”
He smiled at you. “Anytime. But, if you want to keep hiding, we can.”
You nodded, lightly, peering around the corner. Your ex was leaving the dry cleaners across the street and heading straight for his car. “He’s leaving.”
“Okay.”
As you stood back with Jimmy, you realised just how close you’d been standing to Jimmy and you didn’t exactly feel like moving. Especially with the feeling of his hands over yours. “But…a couple more minutes…”
“Couldn’t hurt?” Jimmy asked, his voice low.
You felt yourself swallow a little nervously, then you nodded. “Couldn’t hurt.”
No kiss took place, but that didn’t matter. Because between the stolen breaths, the intense feeling of holding his hands in yours as you felt his heartbeat quicken in his chest; everything had changed.
The tension between you and Palmer was no longer hostile, but it was also no longer friendly but awkward.
Incredibly awkward.
Nervous chuckles, wanting the floor to swallow you whole, when you both got caught trying to pass each other in the hallway. Jimmy accidentally dropped casefiles whenever you walked inside, you helped him but being unable to maintain eye contact with him for longer than three seconds made the others aware something was going on. Or had already happened.
The others also noticed the secret gazes. Jimmy would look at you, but the minute you looked back, he'd look away, and visa versa.
But it wasn’t until a final shoot out at the end of a case, weeks later, that things truly changed.
You’d caught two in your vest and one had just grazed your arm. You were still bleeding when things wrapped up and when you finally got some air back in your lungs, only one thing was clear to you.
“Go,” Gibbs had told you when you called his name. Without another word, you hopped into your car and drove straight back to work.
Ducky had left the office twenty minutes early and Palmer had been cleaning up for a fresh start in the morning when he heard your boots running from the elevator.
“Hey,” he smiled. Until he saw the blood on your arm. “What happened? Did you get shot? Is the team okay? Wait, why aren’t you at the hospital?”
“Shut up,” you told him, rushing over to him.
Surprising him, you reached out and pulled him in by his scrubs before kissing him. It didn’t take him long to start kissing you back, holding you in at your waist.
But suddenly, he pulled back.
“You’re still bleeding,” he pointed out.
You shrugged. “It’s just a flesh wound.”
You kissed him again, and he kissed you back. It took most of his mental strength to try and stop kissing you. “Sweetheart, I really don’t like the idea of you bleeding from a gunshot wound.”
Trying to steady your breath, you nodded. “Okay. Maybe you’re right.”
“We both know I’m right.” Jimmy smiled, holding your hand that lay beside his neck where your thumb unknowingly traced his skin.
Leaning in a little, he kissed you three more times. “Take a seat.”
Sitting down, you smiled and watched Jimmy move around the lab, gathering what he needed to clean your flesh wound.
In the quiet hum of the lab, you told him everything that you could about what had happened. All the while, he cleaned you up and checked the bruises that lay on your chest and abdomen.
“They’ll heal,” he told you. “They’ll be sore for a while, but they’ll heal.”
When his eyes met yours again, you smiled before kissing him. Though you both may have got off on the wrong foot when you first met, there wasn’t a single part of you that doubted your feelings for Jimmy.
Dear @dreamy-state-of-mind, thank you for the wonderful prompt for this story. Enjoy!
Everything seemed normal that day. There was no case to solve, no special incidents and nothing. It was pure routine.
And it was normal for messengers to come and go. But it was unusual, however, for them to bring flowers.
The young man who brought them was apparently practical, because he stood in the middle of the bullpen and called out loudly:
“Flowers for Mrs. Gibbs!!”
His voice faded away and silence spread. In fact, it was dead silent, because everyone had abruptly stopped what they were doing and interrupted their conversations. You would have heard it if a pin had dropped.
Tony confidently walked up to the boy and said: “There must be some confusion. There is only one Mr. Gibbs here.”
But the messenger remained persistent:
“No, no, no. I’ve been instructed to give these flowers to Mrs. Y/N Gibbs.”
At that moment, you and Gibbs came out of the principal's office and wondered why everyone was so quiet.
Obviously it had something to do with Tony and a flower delivery man who were standing in the middle of the desks.
When Tony saw you coming towards him, he said with relief: “Hey boss, Y/N. Nice to see you here.”
Gibbs just looked at him sternly: “DiNozzo. Don't you have anything to do?”
“Uhm, yes, boss,” he replied before looking at you: “But the boy is bringing flowers for you. He just wrote down the wrong name.”
Since you could imagine what the “problem” was, especially after the conversation with the principal, you just smiled at Tony and left it to Jethro to sort it out.
Unlike you, Gibbs didn't bat an eyelid, but just raised both eyebrows and asked interestedly: “So? Which one?” The question was actually superfluous because he knew the answer, but he just had too much fun teasing Tony a little.
"The flowers are for Mrs. Y/N Gibbs, Sir," the boy replied with his head held high and a firm voice, as if he were giving a prize.
"I already told him that it must be a misunderstanding, boss. But he absolutely doesn't want to believe it," Tony hurried to explain.
"Who are the flowers from?" Jethro wanted to know.
"From Mr. Tobias Fornell," the flower man answered.
Against all expectations, Gibbs laughed out loud and you ran your hand over your face. The colleagues had expected a lot, but not that the boss seemed to be very amused by the mix-up.
When he had calmed down enough, he grinned, shook his head and muttered:
"Good old Fornell..."
The messenger was slowly becoming restless, because this had been going on for far too long.
"Sir, I have to move on. Am I in the right place or not?" he wanted to know.
Gibbs smiled at him, pressed a tip into his hand and replied:
"Yes, you're in the right place. Give me the flowers."
"Thank you, Sir. Have a nice day!" the boy called, gave him the bouquet and ran to the elevator.
Tony still couldn't believe how such a gross mix-up could have happened: "We've worked with the FBI so many times and they still can't get it right. They really have no idea if they mix up names so massively."
Gibbs was in his element. He grinned at him, handed you the bouquet, leaned over to you and gave you a short but loving kiss on the lips.
As the boss intended, DiNozzo stood there and stared at him with his mouth wide open.
But Jethro couldn't help himself and went one step further. He looked at his team member and said with a broad grin: "That's because it wasn't a mix-up."
At the same time, you raised your hand and showed him your new ring.
Tony's jaw dropped.
Then Gibbs went grinning to his desk and you went to the elevator towards the forensic lab that you share with Abby and you were sure that she already knew the news by the time you got to her place.
Ducky adjusts his glasses, staring at the carved symbols on the victim’s torso.
Tony and McGee stand behind him, waiting for the explanation.
But Ducky goes pale.
“Doctor?” McGee asks.
Ducky doesn’t answer.
Instead, he picks up the phone, dials an internal number, and waits.
“Jethro,” he says softly when Gibbs answers.
“I need you in Autopsy immediately.”
Gibbs arrives minutes later, expression locked.
“What is it, Duck?”
Ducky steps aside to show the symbols.
Gibbs studies them.
“Some kind of code?”
“Yes. A very old one. One used by a Navy intelligence sub-unit established in 1953.
Defunct now. Buried, I believe intentionally.”
Tony raises an eyebrow.
“How would anyone even know that?”
Ducky exhales.
“There is… this archivist I know. This is old and hidden stuff but if anyone would know it would be them”
Gibbs crosses his arms.
“Name.”
Ducky meets his eyes, voice quiet and grave.
“Y/N L/N.”
Gibbs frowns.
“Never heard of them.”
“You wouldn’t have.”
Ducky closes the victim’s cover.
“But I assure you, they are quite extraordinary.”
The bullpen is unusually quiet for mid-afternoon. Tony is perched on McGee’s desk like a gargoyle, waiting for the mysterious consultant. McGee pretends not to be curious, but he keeps glancing toward the elevator.
Gibbs stands at his desk, arms folded, eyes fixed on the elevator doors like he can will them open.
They ding.
You step out.
Calm. Composed. A backpack slung over one shoulder, a rolled sleeve showing a faint ink smudge from whatever document you were digging through when NCIS called. You scan the room the way a historian scans a battlefield, quietly, but with full understanding.
Tony hops off the desk. “This is them? This is the Y/N L/N? Ducky made it sound like we were calling the librarian of the universe.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Funny. You’re exactly how Ducky described you.”
McGee snorts. Tony’s face twists in offended confusion.
Gibbs’ mouth twitches, almost a smile, as he steps forward.
“Gibbs,” he says, offering a hand.
“Y/N,” you reply, shaking it firmly. He notices: your grip is steady, your eyes sharper than expected, and you don’t shrink under his stare the way some consultants do.
“Ducky says you can help us with our victim,” Gibbs says.
You set your backpack on the nearest desk and unzip it without ceremony. “Then let’s see what you’ve got.”
Tony leans in toward McGee. “She didn’t even say hello to me.”
“She got your personality from a single glance,” McGee whispers back. “Honestly? Impressive.”
You pull out a battered leather binder, well-used, pages thick with notes and cross-references.
Abby bursts from the elevator right then, energy and pigtails bouncing. “Y/N! Oh my gosh! you’re here!” She runs over and hugs you like an old friend.
Gibbs blinks. “You two know each other?”
“She’s helped me with obscure forensic sigils twice,” Abby explains, still hugging you. “Did you know she once found the origin of a chemical symbol used in a Cold War bunker? The woman is magic.”
You pat Abby’s arm, amused. “I just read too much.”
“Same thing!” Abby beams.
Gibbs taps the evidence photos clipped to the murder board. “These are what Ducky showed you.”
You step forward, eyes narrowing as you study the carved symbols. Your breathing stills. The room goes silent around you, Tony and McGee hovering behind, Abby at your shoulder, Gibbs watching you like a test he knows you’ll pass.
You lift a finger, hovering inches from one of the photos.
“These aren’t just markings,” you say softly. “They’re identifiers.”
Tony frowns. “Identifiers for what? A cult?”
You shake your head. “No. A unit.”
McGee’s eyes widen. “But that unit Ducky mentioned didn’t it dissolve in the sixties?”
“Officially,” you say. “This symbol here…” you point again “means the victim knew something. Or saw something. Something the unit didn’t want resurfacing.”
Gibbs steps closer. “What?”
You turn to him fully for the first time. He’s intense, focused, waiting for truth. You realize why Ducky trusts him.
You swallow once.
“Something that should’ve stayed buried, Agent Gibbs.”
hi. i was wondering if i could put in an event request for Tony DiNozzo? i'm new here so i hope i'm doing this right!
using the smut prompts list, could i request prompt "someone's needy" and "come in me. i need you to fill me up" and "you're mine. you've always been mine".
title; jealousy, jealousy (Tony Dinozzo x fem!reader)
prompt/s; “someone’s needy”, “come in me. i need you to fill me up”, and “you’re mine. you’ve always been mine” — from smut prompts
warnings; established relationship, ncis agent!reader, jealous!tony, typical 'going out for drinks' after work scenario, smut, minors do not interact!!!, unprotected p in v, creampie, kinda soft!tony towards the end, possible ooc!tony too, if i’m missing any lmk !! (1,159 words)
a/n; officially in my flop era, i fear
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you and Tony had gone to drinks after work today with McGee and Ziva, but the night ended early when someone started flirting with you when Tony went to get the next round.
he practically dragged you back to his place and into bed, your protests and teases about his jealousy falling on deaf ears.
Tony moved quickly, getting you naked on the bed beneath him with a haste you only ever seen when he wanted to remind you that you’re his.
“Tony!”
you whined, pushing at his shoulders as he started to pepper kisses down your body until he settled on his stomach between your legs.
“i can’t wait.. i need you to fuck me”
his smirk widened at your words, amusement twinkling in his eyes while you tried pulling him up and into another kiss.
but he done as you asked.
Tony moved between your legs, his hands working open his belt as he shoved down and off his bottoms, before he moved the head of his cock through your wetness.
“someone’s needy”
he teased, positioning himself at your entrance and earning a breathy moan from you in response.
it had been days since you and Tony were last intimate, so the heat and tension had built between you, and stoked Tony’s jealousy.
when Tony started to push in, a breathy moan fell from your lips while your fingers dug into his shoulders.
his body shifted against yours as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside again after your week apart, your walls fluttering around him as he slowly bottomed out.
“oh Tony..”
you whined, head lulled to the side while his lips pressed to yours in another kiss, softer this time despite his burning jealousy.
“i’m right here”
he murmured, humming as your arms moved around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you.
Tony only started to move once you gave him the go ahead, his thrusts starting slow and steady despite the need burning inside him.
his hips pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside, earning a breathy gasp from you, before he was pushing back in and continuing his pace.
the hand he had under your knee pulled your leg higher around his hip, allowing him to deepen the angle before another loud moan to fall from your lips.
“you feel so good, baby”
you murmured, your fingers moving into his hair to pull him down and into another kiss before your head lolled back into the pillows, breaking the kiss and causing a groan to leave Tony.
he chuckled softly, already leaning in to kiss you again while your cunt fluttered around him.
Tony continued his thrusts, each moan that fell from your lips adding to his pleasure and the need to claim you.
it was always the same when Tony got jealous.
he’d take you home and fuck you so good that no other man would be on your mind, not that they were, but he always enjoyed the reminder that you were his and his alone.
“i’m right here, baby”
Tony murmured, his voice dropping an octave as another groan falling from his lips.
each snap of his hips was relentless, easily filling the room with the steady sound of skin slapping on skin.
the next groan that fell from Tony’s lips was desperate, as if the sight and sound of you breaking beneath him was all it took.
and in a way, it was.
“you’re mine..”
he grunted, groaning as your walls fluttered again and your arms tightened around his neck, clinging to him like a lifeline.
every thrust he gave pushed you closer and closer, causing your eyes to roll back into your head and your walls to give another sensitive flutter around him.
“that’s it..”
Tony kissed you again, deep and hungry, while his thrusts continued their relentless pace.
the steady rock of his hips had your walls fluttering rapidly around his cock, greedily pulling him in deeper with every thrust.
his body shifted against yours, pushing in deeper and sharper, and causing the head of his cock to hit that one spot that had tingles shooting down your spine.
your eyes screwed shut at the pleasure coursing throughout your body, unable to form any words as another moan tore from your chest.
“cum for me, baby”
he kissed you again and again, his tongue pushing into your mouth to move against yours in time with each thrust he delivered, muffling the next slew of moans to tumble from your lips.
Tony continued to rock into you, his pace unrelenting and the head of his cock hitting that one spot over and over until it all became too much.
his name fell from your lips in a breathless plea, the pleasure becoming too much before you found yourself cresting over the edge.
both of you moaned out at the feeling, your walls rippling around him and your relase soaking his cock.
“oh fuck!”
you moaned, the sudden tightness of your cunt causing Tony’s thrusts to falter, while a blissful and euphoric feeling flooded your body.
he groaned again, his lips pressing to yours in another deep kiss as he tried to focus on the feeling of you around him.
the wetness of your release helped ease his now rhythmless thrusts, your fingers brushing carefully through his hair while your lips pressed to his in a softer kiss.
“come in me. i need you to fill me up”
Tony broke into a groan at your words, his hips rocking forwards one last time before he followed you over the edge.
his forehead dropped to your shoulder while his left hand kept your leg high around his waist, using the last remnants of his stamina to push in hard and deep.
“you’re mine. you’ve always been mine”
he grunted, his face nuzzled into your throat as he found his release in your wet warmth.
you kissed him again as your walls rippled around him, his cock throbbing inside you with one final and shallow thrust, before he spilled himself into you.
another groan left him as his body fell limp against yours, your fingers moving through his hair while Tony lay against you.
both of you stayed like that for a long minute, Tony’s head on your shoulder and his lips pressing a soft kiss to your skin, allowing himself to soften in the sanctuary of your hold.
“you feel better now?”
instead of answering, he only nodded in response, his lips pressing another kiss to your skin before you continued.
“stop your jealous spats, i only want you, you know this Tony”
he lifted his head at your words, a lazy smirk on his face as he slowly leaned into you, kissing you deeply.
his body shifted against yours, more of his weight settling against you as he spoke.
“what’s the harm in making it known you’re mine? making sure you remember..”
Working in the depths of NCIS as a quiet, brilliant tech specialist, you were never supposed to be noticed—let alone fall in love with a field agent. But somewhere between late-night cases and shared coffee runs, you and McGee became something real… and secret. When an unexpected pregnancy collides with one very broken rule, the truth comes out in the most NCIS way possible—chaotic, loud, and somehow… full of family.
The basement of NCIS wasn’t glamorous.
It hummed.
Servers, wires, monitors—your world lived in a constant buzz of electricity and quiet anonymity. You liked it that way. No interrogations. No fieldwork. No pressure.
No rules to break.
Well…
Except one.
You stared at the screen in front of you, but the code blurred together, meaningless. Your hand rested unconsciously over your stomach, fingers pressing lightly like you could confirm it again just by touch.
You were pregnant.
And the father?
Special Agent Timothy McGee.
Your boyfriend.
Your secret boyfriend.
The irony wasn’t lost on you.
You had spent years being invisible in the basement—just another tech, another name in the system. And somehow, somewhere between late-night cases and shared coffee runs, you had become this.
Something real.
Something risky.
Something very, very against the rules.
“Hey.”
You jumped slightly at the voice, spinning in your chair.
There he was.
Timothy McGee, standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking a little sheepish—like he always did when he came down here just to see you.
He had grown into himself over the years—confident, capable, steady in a way that made people trust him without question.
But with you?
He still softened.
Still hesitated.
Still looked like the same guy who used to linger just a second too long after handing you coffee.
“Hey,” you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice instinctively.
“You didn’t answer your texts,” he said. “I got worried.”
Your stomach twisted.
You hadn’t meant to ignore him. You just—
Didn’t know how to say this.
That was enough.
His expression shifted immediately, concern sharpening his features.
“What’s wrong?”
Your throat tightened.
This wasn’t how you wanted to tell him.
Not here. Not like this. Not with fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and a dozen government systems blinking behind you.
But it was happening anyway.
“I… took a test,” you said quietly.
He blinked. “Okay…”
Your voice dropped to almost nothing.
“It was positive.”
Silence.
The kind that stretches just long enough to feel like everything might fall apart.
For a split second, your brain raced ahead—worst-case scenarios stacking up:
He panics.
He pulls away.
You lose him.
You lose everything.
Then—
McGee exhaled.
Not sharp. Not panicked.
Just… steady.
“Okay,” he said again, softer this time.
You searched his face desperately. “Okay?”
His lips twitched slightly, like he didn’t quite know what to do with the wave of emotion hitting him.
“I mean—it’s not exactly in the NCIS handbook,” he admitted, letting out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “But… we’ll figure it out.”
Your chest tightened.
“Together,” he added firmly.
And just like that—
The panic cracked.
Not gone.
But manageable.
“Tim…” you whispered.
His hand found yours, grounding, warm.
“We’ve handled worse,” he said softly. “Okay, maybe not this, but—” he smiled faintly “—we’re a pretty good team.”
You let out a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” you said. “We are.”
Then reality hit again.
“Tim… Gibbs—”
That did it.
He froze.
Ah, yes.
Rule #12: Never date a coworker.
And you weren’t just coworkers—you were both NCIS.
And Leroy Jethro Gibbs did not take rule-breaking lightly.
McGee rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah… Gibbs.”
You both winced.
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Three Days of Denial
You managed to keep it quiet.
For exactly three days.
Three days of pretending nothing had changed.
Three days of avoiding eye contact in the bullpen.
Three days of whispered conversations and stolen glances.
Three days of McGee bringing you snacks like that somehow solved everything.
“You need to eat,” he insisted one afternoon, placing a granola bar next to your keyboard.
“I am eating,” you muttered.
“That was coffee.”
“Coffee counts.”
“It does not count.”
You sighed—but you ate it anyway.
Because that’s how this worked.
Always had.
Small things.
Quiet care.
The kind no one noticed.
Until—
“Why are you smiling like that?”
You both froze.
Tony DiNozzo stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
McGee immediately stepped back.
“I’m not smiling,” he said too quickly.
Tony leaned forward.
“You are absolutely smiling.”
You turned back to your computer. “He does that sometimes.”
Tony pointed between you both.
“I don’t know what’s happening here, but I will figure it out.”
“Please don’t,” McGee muttered.
Tony grinned.
“Oh, I’m definitely going to.”
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The Abby Incident
It started, like most disasters at NCIS, with Abby Sciuto.
She came bouncing into the basement, arms full of Caf-Pow, already mid-sentence.
“Okay, so I ran the fibers and—”
She stopped.
Mid-step.
Stared at you.
Tilted her head.
“You’re glowing,” she said.
You froze.
“I’m always glowing,” you said weakly.
“Nope,” Abby said, narrowing her eyes. “This is different glowing. This is like—” she gasped dramatically “—life-changing glowing.”
Your heart dropped.
She stepped closer.
“Are you sick? Did you eat something weird? Is it radiation? Wait—”
You held your breath.
“—are you pregnant?!”
Silence.
Your silence.
Her gasp was deafening.
“Oh my God you are!”
“Abby—” you tried.
Too late.
Because right then—
Tony walked in.
“Hey Abs, I need—” He stopped. “Why are you vibrating?”
Abby spun toward him.
“She’s pregnant!”
You closed your eyes.
Tony blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then slowly—
A grin spread across his face.
“Well, well, well… McGeek’s been busy.”
“TONY!”
“Oh, come on,” he said, already backing away. “This is critical information. The team deserves to know.”
“Tony, don’t you dare—”
He was gone.
Of course he was.
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Fallout (or… Not?)
It spread like wildfire.
By the time you made it upstairs, the entire bullpen knew.
You braced yourself.
Judgment.
Whispers.
Consequences.
Instead—
“You will be a strong mother,” Ziva said simply, giving you a firm nod.
Ducky beamed. “Ah, new life! A beautiful continuation.”
Jimmy looked like he might cry.
Abby hugged you so tightly you nearly lost your balance.
“I’m going to make the baby tiny goth outfits,” she announced.
“That’s… slightly terrifying,” you said.
“I’m doing it anyway.”
Your chest tightened.
This wasn’t what you expected.
This wasn’t what you were afraid of.
This was—
Support.
Then you looked at McGee.
He looked just as stunned as you felt.
But then—
Footsteps.
Heavy.
Measured.
Familiar.
The room went silent instantly.
Gibbs.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
McGee straightened beside you.
Gibbs stopped in front of you both.
His gaze flicked from you—
to McGee—
and back again.
Silence stretched.
Then—
“Is it his?” Gibbs asked bluntly.
You choked.
“Gibbs—!” McGee sputtered.
You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”
Another pause.
Longer.
Then Gibbs sighed.
Actually sighed.
“Well,” he muttered, “guess Rule 12’s been broken before.”
Your brain stalled.
Wait—what?
Gibbs turned to McGee.
“You gonna step up?”
McGee didn’t hesitate.
“Yes, sir.”
Gibbs held his gaze.
Then nodded once.
“Good.”
And just like that—
He walked away.
No explosion.
No lecture.
Just… acceptance.
Tony leaned over immediately.
“…Did Gibbs just approve your relationship?”
“Don’t say it like that,” McGee said.
“I’m absolutely saying it like that.”
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Later
Back in the basement, the quiet returned.
Familiar.
Comforting.
You sat side by side, the chaos finally settling.
“I really thought we were dead,” you admitted.
McGee laughed softly. “Yeah… me too.”
You leaned into him slightly, your hand finding his.
“We’re okay, right?”
He squeezed your fingers, steady and sure.
“Yeah,” he said.
Then, softer—
“We’re more than okay.”
You rested your head briefly against his shoulder.
For the first time since you saw those two pink lines—
DiNozzo x Transmasc!reader - learning from the best
Hi, i been thinking of one fic idea. It's platonic Tony DiNozzo x transmasc reader, where Tony acts as sort of a big brother for the reader teaching him how to be more masculine and all of that man stuff - Anon💜
A/N: I did use Google to help me with things that Transmasc people may struggle with so I’m so sorry if it’s wrong!! This is also set after the read has been on testosterone for a while, if that’s wrong please let me know!
Learning to be a man was hard for anyone, but when you didn’t have anyone to show you properly you had just been learning as you went, through trial and error.
Somethings worked out pretty well, while others didn’t work out as well as others like standing next to everybody in the bullpen looking over the screen as McGee talked.
Posture was the hardest one to figure out, and Tony had been flicking his gaze between you and the screen for a good few minutes.
It’s something he had always noticed, your constant shuffling as if trying to find the right way you’re supposed to stand.
The way you would mimic the others mens postures trying to find the right one.
He observes your for another minute or two people quietly shuffling behind you without drawing attention I either of you, adjusting your shoulders and back, then moved to stand next to you in the same position.
Flicking your gaze up to him you mouth out.
‘What was that…?’
Tony smirks a little at him and leans down to whisper quietly.
“Stop trying to mimic everyone at once, just copy me. Mcdork over there isn’t exactly the ambassador for manly posture.”
You quietly laugh, going back to listening to the end of case briefing before heading back to your desk after, and naturally Tony padded after you, sitting on your desk.
“So, having a little struggle in the adjusting thing still huh?” He asks casually.
Tony wasn’t one for serious conversations but he could be when he had to be.
“Yeah, guess it’s just hard when I’m learning it all on my own you know? I’ve known for a long time this is who I am, but it’s just getting the confidence to be me…”
Tony nodded a little bit, studying you again.
He hadn’t been able to tell any different from when he first met you, you’d always been one of the guys, laughing and joking, able to drink him under the table, clean shaven, spent some time each day in the gym.
Then he started to learn a bit more about you, you’d always clean shaved your face because it was the easiest opinion, you kept your hair short and messy, not sure what style would suit you.
“You’re coming with me after work.” He declares after thinking.
You furrow your brows a little bit at him but all he offers you in return is a massive grin as he goes back to his own desk.
So, after work you find yourself at his apartment standing in his bathroom as he sets out all sorts of things on the counter.
“Hair styles, some guys like to stick to just one, others none, some have one for work and one for going out, you know a good range.”
“Okay..?”
Tony looks at you.
“Going to work, that works pretty well.” He says, gesturing to your head.
He grabs some gel and a comb.
“But in a suit, you’ve got some muscle, you want to look old school bad ass comb it back.”
He tries a few different styles on you, saying his barber could find even better ones to suit you.
He’d helped you with custom suits for work, showing you how to shave in different styles as well.
He went all out, showed you all the stops he had learnt a long time ago about being a man, all the ins and outs and things only another man was able to teach someone.
And it was safe to say his teachings soon caught the interest of McGee who helped where he could, Ziva who was more than happy to be your sparring partner because of all the knowledge she had in hand to hand combat, and eventually Gibbs, who had settled for doing the likes of fishing or letting you help him on his boat, fatherly things.
But Tony was the one who taught you first, a full fledged older brother, and it didn’t take you long to become two peas in a pod.
Same stances, same walk.
Even now as you both leant against the wall of the conference room, arms crossed as you listened.
A few people couldn’t help but smile or laugh at how alike you two seemed at this point.
“Like two long lost brothers!” Ducky chuckled as he sat down.
You grinned proudly at him and Tony grinned proudly down at you
