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NCIS FICS + DRABBLES

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Jack Sloane/Isabel Monet:

Ice Rink

Jack Sloane x Ellie Bishop:

Everything to Me

Light in the Dark

Jenny Shepard x Reader:

It’s always been us

Paperwork Confessions

Ellie Bishop x Reader:

Dancing

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Ice Rink

18. "I cannot believe I let you talk me into this" 

61. "I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago"

Word Count: 626

Requested: @emylilas​

A/N: Jack Sloane/Isabel Monet. Did I write this all today? Yes. Should I have probably left it and come back to it another day to do a finally edit? Yes. Am I posting anyway? Yes. This was my first ‘Slonet’ fic and it was actually really fun to write, so maybe I’ll try this again in the future! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for the request! :)

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.” Jack groans as she puts on her ice stakes. Izzy smirks from where she’s standing in front of her, all ready to hit the ice. They’re both wrapped up in a ridiculous number of layers, the D.C. winter was something Jack didn’t think she’d ever warm up too.

“I can’t believe you’ve been in D.C. for three years and still haven’t been ice skating.”

Jack sighs, as she finishes lacing up her boots. She extends a gloved hand to Izzy, who pulls her up from the bench. “I have a job that keeps me busy.”

“And I don’t?”

Jack rolls her eyes, “Let’s just get this over with.” Izzy cackles, and drags her towards the ice rink, never letting go of her hand.

She spends the first hour repeatedly falling on her ass as Izzy stakes circles around her with a smug smile. Jack’s half convinced the other woman had brought her out here solely to humiliate her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d tried on stakes. Waves, she could handle. Ice, not so much.

“Hey, look at you, you’re getting the hang of it.” Izzy says, staking backwards, when Jack makes it around the rink for the second time without falling over. Jack glares daggers at her.

“When did you even learn how to stake?”

Izzy shrugs, “I did competitions through high school and college.”

Jack’s eyebrows skyrocket as she quickly slides to a halt, “Like professionally?”

“I mean, not professionally professionally, but I won a few trophies.” Izzy stakes closer, stopping in front of Jack who looks marginally impressed. Izzy’s heart swell.

“So, she can stake, she can shoot, and she can surf, is there anything she can’t do?” Jack smirks teasingly.

“How long have you known me? Of course, I can do everything.”

Jack laughs and shakes her head as Izzy pushes herself even closer. Jack shivers.

“Cold?” Izzy frowns, grabbing Jack’s hands and rubbing them between hers.

“No.”

Izzy freezes, gulping slightly when she notices the way Jack was looking at her. She slips her hands from Izzy’s and moves to play with the scarf that's wrapped around her neck. Her eyes were sparkling, a soft smile lighting up her face.

“Thank you for bringing me here tonight.” Jack whispers.

“Well someone has to get you away from the office.” Izzy teases, and Jack laughs, shaking her head.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.”

“Izzy,”

“Jack,”

“Oh my god.” Jack growls and Izzy laughs and then proceeds to nearly fall over as her skates slip. She quickly grabs onto the first things her hands find, which once she’s stable she realises are Jack’s hips. She doesn’t let go and Jack doesn’t seem to mind.  

“Thought you were meant to be the professional.”

Izzy rolls her eyes, and mutters, “I can show you just how good I am if you want.”

Jack arches a brow, and hums, “Promise?”

She freezes for the second time. Jack’s hands grip onto Izzy’s coat, and she tugs her closer. “What are you doing?” Izzy says in surprise, but she’s already dipping her head down to meet Jack.

“I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago.” Jack says, before closing the last bit of distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss. Izzy’s hands tighten on Jack’s hips, as Jack’s hand slides up to grip at Izzy’s neck.  

They only pull back when they’re gasping for air. Their foreheads rest against each other, as their eyes shine. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”

“Merry Christmas, Izzy.” Jack shivers again, “Okay, that time it was the cold. How about we go warm up with a bottle of whiskey?”

“Now that sounds like an excellent idea.” Izzy laughs.

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JACK SLOANE DRABBLES

Word Count on all of these are under 1000 (well, they’re supposed to be).

all fem!reader

Jack Sloane:

Lunch Break 

Safe With Me

Comfort

Dash

Lie to Me

Breathe

Let Me Love You

Reckless

Six Days

Happy Birthday, Y/N

i can never look away

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[temilyrights]

So here I am: 18 "I cannot believe I let you talk me into this" And 61 "I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago"

For Jack and Izzie if you ever want to write about them!

Thank you again for considering this, you're amazing!

I posted it! Hope you like it >.< 

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