⟡ Summary: Parker and the team find out about your little crush on him.
The familiar ding! of the elevator echos throughout the bullpen as you familiarise yourself with the case, trying to find a correlation amidst all the evidence. Perplexed by the witness’s statement, you decide to seek clarification from the senior field agent but with your attention firmly fixed on the file in your hands, you end up walking directly into Alden Parker, the newest addition to the team.
“I-I’m sorry, sir.”
“Don’t be,” he says with a kind-hearted smile. “Flores de hojaldre? It’s a Spanish specialty, translates to ‘flowers of puff pastry’.” He explains, offering you the box filled with the international pastries.
“Thank you, sir.” You accept his generous offer with a sweet smile before remembering your former boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and his intense dislike of the use of the word ‘sir’. “I mean, Parker… uh, Agent Parker.”
“You can call me ‘sir’, doesn’t bother me. In fact... I kinda like it.”
His green-tinted eyes, infused with warm golden hues, linger on yours as the ghost of a smirk begins to frame his handsome features, almost hidden beneath the darkened moustache. The intense gaze, along with his playful confession, prompts a subtle shade of vibrant crimson to colour your cheeks before watching him make his way towards Director Vance’s office. As he disappears up the flight of stairs, McGee and Torres turn their attention towards you as they share a knowing glance.
“What,” you ask.
“You've got a crush on the new guy,” teases Torres.
“Just like you did with Gibbs,” adds McGee.
“I... oh my god, is it that obvious?” They both nod, attempting to suppress their laughter.
“Didn’t know you had a type,” McGee continues. “Who’s next, Fornell?” His mischievous smirk grows wider as you hide your face behind your hands, a muffled groan falling from your lips.
“So,” probes Torres. “Why Parker?”
“I don’t know... I mean, he’s smart, he’s got a good sense of humour, he’s sweet...” you gesture to the pastry still in your hand. “Not to mention-”
“He’s old,” interrupts Torres.
“He’s not-”
“Who’s old?”
The familiar voice echoes from behind you as you turn your attention towards the man in question, “Uh, n-no one.” Glaring at the pair of agents, you take a bite of the pastry as Parker watches you, aware of the sudden tension.
“Okay,” he drags the word out awkwardly. “Back to the case... McGee, where are we on our missing naval officer?”
“I’ve put out a BOLO on his car, still waiting to get a hit.”
“Torres?”
“Forensics are running the trace evidence as we speak.”
“Okay, keep me posted. You,” the former FBI agent turns to you before beckoning you to follow him with his index finger. “You’re coming with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“To see Jimmy, hopefully he’s got some answers for us.”
-
Aware of the intimate proximity between Parker and yourself, you allow your attention to focus on the luminescent glow of the buttons as the soft hum of the elevator dominates the silence.
“So,” Parker turns to you with a soft smile. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”
“Uh... no, sir?” After a moment, a quiet sigh falls from your lips. “How much of that conversation did you actually hear?”
“Not a whole lot but, uh...” the thought ruminating in his mind elicits a quiet chuckle. “This older gentleman, he must be a lucky man.” Something in his voice catches your attention as you slowly turn towards him, meeting his curious gaze.
“It’s you... Alden.” The sound of his name dripping from your lips like sweet honey catches him by surprise, more than the confession itself, as his charming smile grows wider.
“Didn’t know you were interested in older men... in me.” He says, taking a step towards you.
“Alden,” his gaze lingers on your lips for a brief moment as your tongue glides across the soft flesh before the doors of the elevator open, revealing a very excited Dr. Palmer.
“Agent Parker, Agent...” his voice trails off as he glances between the two of you. “I-I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”
Summary: Gibbs takes matters into his own hands after you unintentionally distract the team.
Main Character(s): Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Anthony DiNozzo
DiNozzo was staring at you with an intense jealousy as he watched the hard candy slide into your mouth, tongue swirling around the crystallised sugar. “Oh yeah,” a quiet moan falling from his lips. “Yeah, just like that.” His voice was barely a whisper as his opalescent eyes began to melt into sinful lagoons of lust.
Completely unaware of the hypnotic power you held over him, your attention was focused on the case file as Gibbs comes striding into the bullpen, holding a cup of coffee. “We got a case?” Asks the marine, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. Your eyes meet his as the sound of his hand colliding with the back of DiNozzo’s head echoes around the room.
“Uh, yeah…” you glance between the two men, confused by their interaction. “Dead petty officer down in Norfolk.”
You begin reading the details of the investigation off the screen before noticing Gibbs’ intimate proximity behind you. Gently taking the remote from your hand, he leans in closer before mentioning, “that’s very distracting.”
A quiet chuckle tumbles from his lips as you turn towards him with a perplexed expression. Raising his eyebrows suggestively as you continue to suck on the lollipop, he pulls it out of your mouth with a soft pop as you lick the honeyed juices off your lips, not once looking away from those heavenly deep blue eyes.
“Grab your gear.” He says in a low voice as his gaze lingers a moment longer on your lips before grabbing the case file and heading towards MTAC.
Summary: DiNozzo finds out you had a dream about him.
Main Character(s): Anthony DiNozzo
You were currently preoccupied with a solitary thought that was ruminating in your mind before the melodious sound of your name, softly tumbling from his lips, piques your interest.
Slowly, you meet his intense gaze before the man in question leans back against the wall, arms crossed in a nonchalant manner. There’s no denying the unequivocal affection you have for him, as a flirtatious smirk begins to frame his handsome features - the likes of which, could have effortlessly been chiseled out of marble by Michelangelo himself.
“What,” you ask.
Mindful of the intimate proximity between the two of you, he steps closer. “I said, that must have been a really good dream you were having earlier.” You could practically hear the euphoria dripping from his lips, as he places his arm over your shoulder. “I heard you moaning in your sleep,” he whispers playfully.
Your attention lingers on the luminescent glow of the buttons, as the constellations of freckles peppered across your cheeks disappear under a soft shade of vibrant crimson. Evidently, he was taking a great deal of pleasure in seeing you flustered and after a moment, you flip the emergency switch, plunging the elevator into darkness.
“Nice move, Gibbs.” He teases. “What are you-”
Before he has a chance to finish, you interrupt him by pulling him in for a kiss. After a moment of confusion and disbelief, you feel his tongue glide over your lips, begging for more. As you allow his tongue to slip into your mouth, fighting for dominance, his hands delicately brush against the exposed skin of your body before you pull away, breathless.
“What was that for?” He asks, his dark mahogany eyes melting into golden lagoons of lust.
“I was dreaming about you, DiNozzo...” You finally confess, as the hint of a smile begins to play on his lips.
this might be an unpopular opinion but I actually really like alden parker... I don’t see him as a replacement for gibbs, just a different direction for ncis
don’t get me wrong though, the show will never be the same without gibbs but there’s just something about alden and I can’t wait to see what he brings to the team (apart from his international pastries, of course)
Summary: You share a bed with DiNozzo during an undercover case.
Main Character(s): Anthony DiNozzo
The weight of the mattress shifts beneath you as DiNozzo gets into bed. With a sigh, he grabs his half of the quilt and covers himself before resting his hands behind his head, trying to get comfortable.
“Stay on your side of the bed.”
His expression softening, he rolls over on his side before propping his head up against his hand. “Do you want to cuddle,” he asks playfully.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Oh, come on.” He gives you a gentle nudge. “It’ll be fun.”
Your profound silence was enough for him to understand that his efforts were a lost cause as he begins to roll over to the other side of the bed. All of a sudden, you hear a thud echo throughout the room.
“Tony, are you okay?”
Glancing over the edge of the bed, you catch a glimpse of the senior field agent sprawled out on the floor, rubbing the back of his head. A quiet laugh falls from your lips before you allow the man to climb back into bed.
Hidden beneath the quilt, you try to compose yourself as your partner gets comfortable again. As your laughter slowly melts away, he turns towards you before whispering, “are you sure you don’t want to cuddle?”
“I’m begging you, go to sleep.”
But even in the darkness, you notice the hint of a smile framing his handsome features before rolling over and closing your eyes.
Summary: After discovering a lead, you and DiNozzo bring in two suspects for questioning.
Main Character(s): Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Anthony DiNozzo, and Timothy McGee (makes an appearance)
Stepping out of the elevator, the hushed sounds of frustrated voices could be heard coming from the bullpen as you’re met with the sight of your boss, fast asleep at his desk and surrounded by your fellow agents.
“Do it, probie.” DiNozzo argues in a low voice.
“Why do I have to do it?”
“Because I’m the senior field agent and I’m giving you an order.”
With a quiet sigh, you grab the cup of coffee and the case file from your desk before making your way over to the marine.
“Is that coffee?” He asks, jerking awake. McGee hurries back to his own desk as you nod in acknowledgment, placing the cup in his hand. He takes a sip of the bitter liquid before turning his attention to you.
“The prints don’t match, Gibbs.” You hand him the file as he opens it and reads through the information.
“Are you sure,” questions DiNozzo. “They look the same to me.”
“Oh, Tony... you’re lucky you’re pretty.” You place a finger underneath his chin and direct his attention to the screen. “Each fingerprint has a set of identifiable characteristics - such as, deltas and bifurcations - that allow us to distinguish one print from another... that’s what makes them so unique.”
He walks up to the screen to examine the prints and you follow him, pointing to each individual detail. “Looking at these prints, we can see that the one on the right is an arch and the one on the left is a loop... the arch is a partial but there was just enough ridge detail for me to examine it and compare the two.”
“If they don’t match, then what are you still doing here? Find out who they belong to!” Demands Gibbs, voice laced with impatience.
“I already did.”
“Good girl.” He praises, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “I want them in here for questioning, DiNozzo. Now!”
“On it, boss! Let’s go bring 'em in…” says DiNozzo.
You make sure to refamiliarize yourself with all the details of the investigation before placing the file back onto his desk.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl," he praises. The marine slides his hand over your blouse as he attempts to attach the wire, but it slips off the delicate material. “I want everyone out of this room," he commands. “That’s an order.”
DiNozzo opens his mouth to argue but with one stern look from Gibbs, he complies. Isolated with the former gunnery sergeant, he takes this opportunity to pop open several buttons before slipping off your blouse - an evident intensity of subtle lust swirling in his iridescent eyes, as his gaze glides over your body.
“Much better.” He admires, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
With a touch that’s light as a feather, his fingers brush softly against your skin as he traces the edges of your lace lingerie before finally attaching the little camera onto your bralette.
— Summary: You're called out to a crime scene before finding out that Gibbs is a potential suspect.
The sound of police sirens could be heard echoing throughout the surrounding streets as you arrive at the scene. Grabbing your forensics kit from the back of the SUV, you push your way past a squad of police officers as you make your way towards the building.
“This is dispatch. What’s your 20?”
“We’re on the corner of 14th Street and Florida Avenue. Requesting backup.”
“10-4. Roger that.”
Watching the situation within the vicinity, you notice a pair of helicopters canvassing the area overhead as you present your badge to the officer-in-charge. Upon making your way inside, you notice Dr. Mallard and his assistant conducting a preliminary analysis of the bodies before allowing your gaze to follow the trail of blood that was splattered all over the walls.
“Gunshot wounds are through and throughs,” you observe. “Have we found the bullets yet?”
“Nope,” replies Gibbs.
As you begin to reconstruct the scene, hoping to find the missing bullets and their respective shell casings, a familiar federal agent makes his way into the building.
“I see you’ve taken it upon yourselves to take the lead in this investigation.”
“We’ve got two dead marines, Fornell.” Gibbs explains, not looking up from his notebook. “It’s our case.”
“It’s FBI jurisdiction now.”
“What are you talking about,” you ask.
“We have a witness who places Agent Gibbs in the area last night.” He explains, handing you a pair of handcuffs. “We’re bringing him in for questioning, now ‘cuff him.”
“No.”
“Are you defying a direct order?”
“I understand you’re just trying to do your job, Agent Fornell, but with all due respect, sir... I don’t take orders from you.”
“I can have your badge faster than you can run a background check.” He threatens, taking a step towards you. “Arrest him or you’re done.”
A quiet sigh falls from your lips as you turn your attention towards the former marine. “Hands behind your back.” You instruct as you take his gun from its holster and place it into an evidence bag. “Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...”
— Summary: You catch DiNozzo doing something he shouldn't be with Gibbs' coffee.
— Notes: I'm sorry it's so short, it's my first NCIS fic :)
The crime scene photos were scattered across your desk, as you examined the case information pertaining to the file. Needing further clarification on a piece of evidence, you began to make your way towards the forensics lab when the soft sounds of laughter caught your attention.
“What are you doing,” you ask.
“Nothing.” The unconvincing bluff falls from DiNozzo's lips as he begins to move away from the desk, deliberately hiding something behind his back.
“Put that back right now or I’ll shoot you.”
The agent comes to a halt in the middle of the room and turns towards you, watching as you place your hands on your hips - revealing the gun that's sitting in its holster, hidden beneath your blazer.
“Fine,” he surrenders.
"Oh, Tony..." a soft thud echoes throughout the bullpen as you hit him with the file, "you really should know better than to disobey Gibbs' rules."
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