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Dialogue Prompts:
I always knew you’d die in my arms
What’s the matter, sweetie?
Why are you avoiding me?
You are so brave and quiet, I forgot you were suffering.
Love is overrated.
“Did you get my note?” “Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping”
She had a way of making you see things differently
Because I think I’m falling in love with you, ok?
Then someone decided they were better
Define normal
If we get out of this alive, can I go home?
They were right all along
“Can I just.. undo that.” “Nope”
And what then? You’d have a corpse warm your bed?
Why don’t you love me?
“Nothing ever pleases you, does it?” “Nothing you do”
You cracked my phone!
“You alright?” “Yeah, I normally have blood pooling from my stomach”
“I thought you said the red button!” “When has it ever been the red button?!”
Please don’t go..
Don’t you understand, you were her happy ending
You think you were meant to save me? That path was NEVER meant for you
“Stop looking at me like that” “how do you want me to look?”
With every bone in my body
Only if you are
Told you I was stronger
Was that supposed to hurt
Right person, wrong time
There has always been good in you
I hope I will
“Go to hell” “And leave you here all alone?”
I promised your mom, that’s why
What makes you think I want to
Are you trying to make me hate you?
I regret everything
“You’re changing.” “So is the rest of the world.”
What’s more human than dying?
Alert the media: she/he picked up a book!
You tell me how it’s your fault and I’ll tell you how you’re wrong
And we can dance around like nothing else matters
Not the first time
Mhm. You should know by now I notice everything
Tell me you love me, or leave
I deserved a better goodbye
I’m glad you finally opened your eyes, idiot.
Then go!
What is that
I thought she said you liked macaroni
That’s a no-no word
Soulmates don’t exist
Look, the last f I give, running away
Over my dead body
*laughing* Your mom
Cute, but no
Tell me again why we’re here
B- but FOOD!
“You’re dancing with the devil” “well, un fortunately the devil has two left feet.”
What do you think I’m doing?
It’s only a scratch
There’s so much blood
Why didn’t you tell me??
Don’t open your eyes
Sleep at my place tonight
I miss home
YOU USED MY TOWEL?
Somebody’s cranky
“She’s really hot.” “She’s bad news.” “She’s really hot.”
I mean yeah, I didn’t need my heart anyways. Who cares if it breaks?
Can I get a fic using 7. " She had a way of making you see things differently" and 39. "You tell me how it’s your fault and I’ll tell you how you’re wrong"
Title: Mourning Period
Word Count: 1471
Warnings: Thoughts of suicide/drinking (!!! also major spoilers for anyone who hasn't watched judgement day part 1/2 !!!)
Pairings: GibbsxReader, (past GibbsxJenny)
A/N: for purposes of causing the most pain possible, let's just pretend diane and macy were dead before all of this.
He didn't know what to do, his brain was spinning in circles as he stepped around the room. He didn't dare touch anything, didn't dare breathe too hard for fear of his own scent overpowering hers. Her jacket was still draped over the bak of her chair, the fabric was soft between his fingers as he ran his hands over them. It had been a week. 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. Vance was moving in his stuff tomorrow. He hadn't let him sit in the chair, or at the desk, just at the conference table.
He also couldn't sit. At least not on the furniture. He found a corner beside the liquor cabinet that seemed suitable enough. Liquor and guns never mixed, and yet at the moment he had both. One in one hand and one in the other. Both of them were targeted for his head. He chose the drink first, keeping the gun close, just in case the alcohol didn't work. He drowned himself in the memories and the feelings and the touches. All the stolen glances and conversations that went on longer than they should have. All the knowing smiles and unknowing ones too. He never really loved any of his wives after Shannon. But he loved Jenny Shepard. He had always loved her, and he always would.
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"Gibbs, breathe." You handed him a glass of water. You had come back to the office late to drop off a small box of Jenny's things that she had left at your apartment. Her house had had to be fumigated about a year ago and she had never gotten around to picking them up. The funeral was today and you figured it was time. While you were in the office, you spotted your boss sitting in the corner on the floor, a bottle and a half of scotch completely gone. "It's ok, it's gonna be ok." Now you were sitting next to him, the alcohol far out of reach, instead a glass of water and two aspirin took its place. You had also noticed his service weapon tucked in his lap, unloaded, the magazine sitting on the table in front of you. You didn't want to think about why he had it, so instead you focused your attention on him.
"I miss 'er," he slurred, head against the wall. "Loved 'er."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Mhm. She was erey' thing. Franks told me she still had feelin's. Shoulda been there. Shoulda saved 'er. Not Tony or Ziver's fault. My fault."
You sighed, reaching over to take his hand to stop him shaking. "You tell me how it's your fault and I'll tell you how you're wrong."
"My fault cause I shoulda told 'er I felt the same. Never stopped lovin' Jenny."
"I know. She was my best friend, I know."
"She ever talk 'bout me? Did ya' know?"
You gulped. She had, quite a lot actually, but you weren't sure if that was going to help the situation or make it worse. You tapped your glass a few times, thinking, before you answered. "She did. Sometimes she complained about how you never listened, but then she would tell some story and you were always the part she smiled at."
"Shoulda' told her."
"She knew."
"Then why the hell didn't she do somethin' 'bout it?"
"Probably the same reason you didn't."
You watched the way he stared at her desk. You had seen that look often, when he stared at Ziva's desk. Even though she was a great addition to the team, he missed Kate. It was also the same look he got on a single day of the year, the day Shannon and Kelly had been killed. He had loved and lost so many times you weren't sure if there was any love left for him to give.
"What was she like?" You asked. "Before I met her, before I met you. Paris."
"She had a way of making ya' see things different. We could be lookin' at a case file, I got one idea and she always had the right one. Not even that, jus' any situation she could turn 'round. I's half empty, she'd always be half full."
"What happened between you two?"
"She left." He stated plainly. The drinks had certainly gone to his head and part of you felt like asking him questions that he wouldn't like sober was wrong, but you needed him to talk. He needed to talk. He wanted to talk. "Didn't fit into her picture perfect plan. Too many loose ends, a liability." He finally knocked back the pain medicine you had set down for him.
"Is that what you think you are? A liability?"
"Why ya' ask that?"
You shrug. "I figure a self respecting, half-decent, Marine doesn't drink himself silly with a gun sitting three feet away unless he plans do to something to himself."
"Not gonna do anythin'."
"You know, for someone who's a great interrogator, you're not very good at lying." You gently laid your head on his shoulder. "Why do you think you're not good enough? I see it in your eyes all the time. When you're bossing us around, you seem like the biggest guy out there; when you sit at your desk and just look at us all, being silent Gibbs, you look like you're thinking. Like you're afraid to say the wrong thing. You don't believe in yourself."
"Everyone I love dies, Y/N. Everyone that loves me is dead."
"And why do you think that?"
"Shannon, Kelly, Kate, Diane, Macy, now Jenny?"
"You think those are the only people that love you? What about our team? Abby, Ziva? Me?"
"Don't love me like they did. Not like Jen. Miss 'er."
"I miss her too."
"Why didn't ya' save her?"
You had momentarily forgotten the fact that he was drunk and probably suicidal but the question made you realize just how much he was hurting right now. It was true, it was your fault. Well- not really your fault, you had agreed with Ziva but Tony had insisted that everything was fine and the Director could take care of herself. You shook yourself out of your head and went back to Gibbs. "You need to get home, or at least off the floor." You put his arm over your shoulder, doing your best to lift him off the ground. You made it a few steps over to the couch and helped him down. "I'll stay if you want me to. If you'd rather be alone.." You bit your lip, not really liking the idea of leaving him alone in this state. Before you could stay, a single word slipped from his lips.
"Stay."
"Ok.." You grabbed a blanket from the bottom drawer in Jenny's desk, draping it over the both of you. You wanted tea but that would mean leaving the room, and Gibbs. You counted the seconds as the clocked ticked and ticked and ticked.
The next time you looked over, his eyes were closed and his breathing had steadied. You were sore for sitting for so long and you decided getting yourself a cup of coffee would be helpful. You stood up and took a few steps but before you could get past him, he snagged the hem of your shirt.
"Huh?" You turned around.
"Wanna talk."
You nodded, understanding. "I'm going to use the restroom and get some water. You want water or a coffee?"
"Coffee. Black."
"Ok. I'll be back." You patted your hip to make sure his gun was still there next to your own.
The office was dark. Even the janitors had gone home and there was no flashlight of any of the night officers to be seen. The only light was that from the vending machines. You filled up his cup with coffee and yours with water and grabbed you each a chocolate bar. You took your time walking back upstairs, just trying to give your boss some space. You missed Jenny like hell but you had a different way of dealing with it. Instead of crying about it, you blocked it out. You clicked open the door, expecting to see Gibbs in the chair. Instead, he was curled up on the couch reading a magazine.
"You look better," you say.
"Just because I look better doesn't mean I am."
"Here." You hand him the coffee and situated yourself on the couch next to him. "I'm gonna get some sleep if you don't mind. Jenny always let me sleep on her couch when I didn't want to go home. You can stay if you want."
"Yeah."
You stayed like that for a minute or two in awkward silence when you felt tears welling at your eyes. You hadn't cried when Jenny was shot, you hadn't cried at the funeral earlier today, you couldn't remember the last time you cried, and yet here you were. About to cry. Crying. "Gibbs." you whisper. Nothing else needed to be said.
He pulled you down on the couch next to him and let you lay down, your head on his chest and his arm around you. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. If you didn't have each other, you weren't really sure what either of you would do. "Thank you, Y/N. Need you right now."
"I think…" you trail off, "I think I need you too."
A/N: just a short little drabble i came up with at 2am when i couldn’t sleep.
"You're not Fornell."
"Wow, that's a very good observational skill Y/N." Tony sighed, putting a file folder on the table. "Your prints were all over the crime scene."
"Of course they were, Jaxon was my ex. I'm sure my prints are everywhere in that house, not just where the body was."
"Yeah well. You didn't give Fornell an alibi so maybe you'll give me one."
You rolled your eyes, leaving back in your chair. This had been a three day long investigation already, and you were sure you weren't the one who killed your ex-boyfriend, but they all seemed to think you did. "I have one. I told him I was with a friend."
"And who would this friend be? Listen, Y/N, I believe you but it's gonna be really hard for anyone else to if you don't give me an alibi. Who were you with? I just need a name."
"A. Friend." You said through clenched teeth.
"Who?!" Tony shot out of his chair, slamming it against the back wall.
You bit back a rude remark but before you could answer the door to interrogation clicked open.
"DiNozzo." Gibbs shut the door behind him. "She's got an alibi."
"Ok… I understand that. But with all do respect boss, unless you know who she was with—"
"Me."
"You?" He looked between the two of you. "And what were you doing?" He asked that directly to you.
"Talking," you lied.
"Talking? You know you look down when you lie. So what were you doing?"
Gibbs answered again, "Me."
"What do you mean she was doing…" he trailed off. "Oh."
"She was doin' me. You gotta problem with that, DiNozzo?"
You were vaguely aware that your mouth was hanging open as he looked between the two of you. If you had a camera you would first take a picture of Tony's confusion, then one of the smug smirk on your husbands's face.
"N-no no boss no problem. I just.. you," he points at you, "were doing him? And he," he points at Gibbs, "was doing you?"
"Yes." You both confirmed.
"Sure there's something in the bed you could use as evidence."
"For how long?"
"Last night?" You ask. "Oh about-"
"No no no!" Tony exclaimed. "No details. Months, weeks?"
"Ok, then almost 7."
"Seven what?"
"Years," Gibbs answered.
"Seven- seven years?
You both nodded.
DiNozzo shook his head, not looking back as he left the room, shouting back, "You're free to go!"
i will never get over the episode of ncis with jaime murray. my favorite show and my favorite actress. she and gibbs should bang. i love them. that’s my rant for today. (and is there a reason she always has to have her shirt unbuttoned so far down?)
hi! i was wondering if i could get something with gibbs where you're abbey's new assistant? using: "right person, wrong time" thanks!
Title: Back To You
Word Count: 2206
Warnings: None
Pairings: GibbsxReader
Summary: The director assigns you to be abby's new lab tech. After chip and Fred she doesn't trust you until Gibbs gives her a reason to.
"No." The lab tech's eyes darted between you and the director.
"Abby," Jenny sighed, like it wasn't the first time they've had this conversation. "Chip was one person, Y/N is different. We've done an extensive background test and not only that but she's a former Marine."
"I don't care what she is! Chip was a bad, bad guy, Director! And so was Fred! She's probably bad too!"
"You do know that I'm standing right here, right?" You cross your arms over your chest. This wasn't where you wanted to be either, you wanted to be an agent in the field but the injury you sustained on your final tour wouldn't let you.
"Director I cannot have an.. outsider as my assistant! I work alone."
They kept bantering back in forth as if you weren't there until the Director finally snapped. "That's enough! Miss Sciuto, Y/N is going to be your assistant, no negotiations. This is final. It is still a trial basis, after one month we'll see how it goes." She gave you a look that clearly said 'good luck' before she turned to leave.
You stood awkwardly while Abby ran her eyes over you, squinting and turning her head in all weird sorts of way.
"Is there something I can do to make you more comfortable around me? The director told me what happened to you, with your other assistants."
Abby rolled her eyes. "I'm sure she did. I'm sure you know all about them because you're one of them."
"Abby, I'm not.. one of them," you tried to explain, "I'm just me. You read my file right? I've done a tour in Afghanistan and a tour in Iraq and I've been working for the Army CID for eight years. I'm highly decorated, and guess what, I don't want to be here either, but here I am."
Abby didn't answer, she just handed you a clipboard and said "Inventory."
The next morning you arrive to work at a time that you thought was early, however entering the forensics lab you could see that you were very wrong. Abby was hovering over her computer, a print was running through AFS. Another agent was standing next to her, looking through a bin of evidence.
"Morning Abby," you say, putting your stuff down in the office. She doesn't answer you. You sigh, grabbing a Monster out of your bag and throwing on a lab coat. "Do we have a case?" You stood on the opposite side of the table as them, trying to get a look at the evidence laid out.
"Sorry she gets like this when she's focused." The other agent smiles and looks up, extending a hand. "I'm Special Agent McGee, you can call me Tim."
"I'm Sergeant Y/L/N. Call me Y/N. Very nice to meet you."
"And you as well." He leaned against the table, taking his time to actually talk for a minute. "Are you in the navy?"
You shake your head. "Army CID. So, are you the boss around here? Other than Jenny, of course."
Tim laughed, shaking his head, "No, thankfully. That'll be Gibbs, wherever he is right now. He's a little intimidating when you first meet him but after awhile you realize he won't hurt you."
McGee continued talking but he had lost you at 'Gibbs.' It wasn't until you realized the talking had stopped and they were both staring at you that you realized you had zoned out. "Agent Gibbs," you start, "is he here now, or.. will he be coming down here?"
"No." Abby answers. "Did you finish inventory?"
You nod, handing her the clipboard that hung on the wall. "Finished last night before I left."
She hesitated before taking it, giving you a slight nod.
"Is there something I can do to help you with this case?"
"No." She turned her back to you and McGee just shrugged.
"So Gibbs," you say again.
"He's in the field right now," McGee replies. "Why?"
You tried to sound nonchalant as you answered, "I just want to meet the man in charge. Is there something wrong with that?"
McGee shook his head. "Nope. Just kinda weird. Most people hear the name Gibbs and try and run as far away as they can. He should be back later this afternoon."
"Y/N." Abby whirled around. "I'm going to give you a job. If you mess it up I swear that I will make your life miserable. Take this," she handed you a bin of evidence, "up to Officer Ziva David, McGee will go with you. Can I trust you not to kill him?"
You rolled your eyes and took the bin. "If that's what it takes for you to trust me."
The two of you stood in the elevator, taking it up to the main floor.
"This is Ziva. Tony, Agent DiNozzo, he's out with Gibbs."
A young agent with curly brown hair and bright brown eyes smiled up at you. "You must be the new lab tech."
"Yeah," you take the handshake she extended. "Y/N."
"Ziva David."
"Ziva is a Hebrew name, right?"
She nodded. Before you could say anything else, there was a yell from across the bullpen. "Ziver!!"
Your breath caught in your throat. That voice. It brought you back to 1990, stuck under 10 feet of sand, trying to claw your way out. You turned your head upwards. There he was. He hadn't noticed you as he breezed past you, barking orders at the agents. Ziva made her way down to autopsy and McGee was sent back down to the lab. Before you could turn around and follow him, Gibbs spoke up, still staring down at his computer
"Somethin' I can help you with.." He trailed off realizing he didn't know your name.
You could barely speak. He was older, sure, but he was the same man you had met when you started serving. "Sergeant Y/F/N Y/L/N. I'm Abby's new assistant. It's nice to see you again, Gunny." You said the last part quietly.
His head whipped up and his eyes went wide. "Y/N/N?" You remembered the first time he had called you that. "Come with me." He put down whatever he was doing, leaving his computer flashing some message. "Now." He stomped towards the elevator and you followed. As soon as the doors shut, he flicked the switch on the wall, shutting it down.
"Thought you died, Gunny." You were met with silence. "You got blown up and then never said a word."
"Could say the same 'bout you."
You shook your head. "I was never blown up."
"Thought you died," he clarified. "Sent you a letter after I was discharged."
"Where were you before that?" You tried not to sound angry, but you were. "Before you were discharged and after you were blown up? Where'd you go then?"
"Hospital. Coma for days."
Your face fell. "I didn't know."
"I know."
"How's your wife? Your daughter must be at least eighteen by now. Shannon and Kelly right?" He turned away, suddenly not able to meet your eyes. "Jethro?" Your stomach dropped. "What happened?" You whispered.
"Dead. Killed while I was overseas."
You felt tears forming for reasons you couldn't fathom. When you had met him, he had just married. All he talked about was how much he loved Shannon. And then when his daughter was born she was his everything. "I'm sorry," you whispered. You knew how he felt about apologies but you didn't know what else to say. "I didn't know." You found yourself saying the same phrase for at least the second time that conversation. You usually knew everything, it was part of your job, but now you just felt lost.
"I know." He shifted and put his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, clearly wanting to change the subject. "What 'bout you? Still with that one guy? What's his name.. Max?"
You smiled sadly and shook your head. "Broke it off as soon as I got back."
"Why? Always said ya' wanted ta' marry 'em."
"I did." You only had good feelings for him, he had been your best friend and your best lover, someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. "But I couldn't. I just… I felt like I wasn't being honest with him. It was kind of," you drifted off.
"Right person, wrong time?" you said at the same time.
"Yeah." You stood in the silence for a few moments, each of you just looking at the other. "Jethro are you seeing anyone right now? Better question, are you ready to see anyone?"
"No and depends."
"On what?"
"The person."
"Right."
"I'd be ready if it was you."
"Why didn't you try harder to find me? I mean, one letter Jethro. You're a man of few words but even that seemed scarce."
"What was I suppose' to do? Far as you knew I was married, far as I knew you were datin'. I married three times after her."
Your eyes went wide. "Three? Goodness Jethro, you always did gave game." You rolled your eyes at how stupid that sounded but went on. "Can I ask you something?"
"Jus' did."
You would have laughed if you weren't so shaky. It was like seeing a dead man walking. "All those years ago, if you hadn't been married to Shannon, would you have done something about how you felt about me?" It was no secret the feelings you both shared. During the war there would be brushed hands and gazes held longer than necessary, but you had both stayed loyal.
"Can't imagine that," he answered. "There bein' no Shannon, 's what I meant."
"Jethro, would you like to try again?"
"No."
You stopped. "What?" Had you totally misread the situation? Was he no longer the man you thought he was? Was he not in love with you anymore? "Did that coma go to your head or something?"
"Mhm. That's what they do." He reached towards you and you thought he was going to flick the elevator off but instead his hand came to rest on your back, pulling you in. "Don't wanna try again. Insinuates that I failed the fist time. Was right person, wrong time. Now it's right person, right time."
He pushed his lips against yours, gently, and all the doubt in your mind faded away. You let your tears fall as you held the man you had always loved, the one you gave up everything in hopes that somehow you would find your way back to him. And yet he was also the man that you had forgotten about, who simply sat as a torn photograph on your wall. He was nothing more than a memory of someone you had served with, and yet here he was. Flesh and bone and all the other good things that made up Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
You kissed him harder, a disgraceful noise being dragged from your throat as he pushed you up against the elevator door. "Y/N." He groaned, pushing his leg between your legs to hold himself up. You wanted to breathe but you wanted him more. Your hands worked their way down, pulling his shirt up, discarding it who knows where. At the same time, he worked on the buttons on your blouse. You had wanted this for so long and now finally, finally, it was coming true.
"I love you," you said sloppily. "Glad you're not dead.." The rest of your words were lost as he finally finished the buttons. Before he could rip your top off entirely, there was a ding from the elevator. You pulled away, just barely seeing the absolute love in Jethro's eyes before you realized you had been caught.
"Abs." Jethro breathed, stepping out of the big metal box with you on his arm. Your back must have nudged the lift back on during the very sexy make-out session. The button you had pressed just happened to be that for the lab.
Her eyes went between the two of you in rapid motion. "So I see you and Y/N have met.. I was just coming to talk to you about her."
"Yeah? Somethin' wrong with her? Seems like she gets the job done." He helped you do your buttons back up, leaving his coat still on the elevator, whichever floor it was going to.
"N-no, I just wanted to say.." She looked back at him. "She's amazing at what she does." There was a hint of a real smile on her face as she said it. "Whatever makes you happy, Gibbs."
"Hm. Know what'd make me happy right now?" He looked down at you, his blue eyes reminding you of the blue sky that broke through the tan desert. "I think McGee, DiNozzo and Ziva can finish this case up without me."
"You think?" You grinned up at him, trying to tear your eyes away from the small red mark you had made on his neck.
"I do." He clicked the elevator again, calling it back down. "Hope she's proved herself," Jethro said over his shoulder. You couldn't see it as his lips met yours again, but Abby smiled a real smile. Maybe this would be a good change from the CID.
DiNozzo stood by the body of Pedro Águila, his hands covered in the red sticky substance that dripped from his head. "Got here too late, didn't see a suspect. Everyone's waiting out in the lobby to be questioned. I called Ducky he'll be here soon."
You take a pair of gloves from him, slipping them on and taking in the scene. "Gibbs and McGee are with Lucy. She was shot."
"And Zac?"
"Haven't seen him since we heard the shots. Damn it this is all my fault!"
"How's it your fault? I mean I'm always happy to have someone else to blame but generally it isn't you."
"Gibbs said his gut was trying to tell him something, I just thought it had something to do with what I said last night."
"Oh yeah, that." He grimaced. "Was all the stuff that you said true? About how you feel?"
You were going to answer but Ducky's entrance cut you off. "So what've we got here?"
"Pedro Águila, age 56, leader of Los Tipos Malos. One shot to the head, time of death, about.. well five minutes ago."
"Right. That seems pretty cut and dry. We'll know more when we get him on the table."
You tear yourself away from the pool of blood that covered the hardwood floor, instead focusing your attention outside where the paramedics were wheeling away Agent Maslyn. You were relieved that she was strapped to a gurney and not zipped in a body bag, but it still made your stomach churn.
Gibbs motioned from outside for you to come out and you obeyed, closing the door behind you and leaving the rest of the team inside. A small breeze blew and you pulled your hair up out of your face, crouching down to see what the Boss was looking at. A trail of blood. It led off the path and into the bushes, past which you knew there was a small stream.
"You walk past here?"
"Yeah, yeah I did. I was in a hurry I must not've seen it."
Gibbs sighed, shaking his head. "Pay more attention, Y/L/N. Follow it."
"In this?" You gestured to the ball gown that flowed off of your figure. "Although seeing as it's already covered in an agent's blood I suppose getting it wet and muddy wouldn't hurt." You grabbed the gear bag he held out, not letting your fingers touch his because this was not a time for your feelings to get the better of you. You had one agent dead and another missing. You kick off your shoes, pushing through the small bushes in nothing but your no-show socks. The ground was soft from rain the day before so your socks sunk in but that meant there were less sticks or rocks that could poke through. You trailed the blood about five feet before you had to follow the footprints instead, to the base of the water. What you were met with was— well— nothing. The trail ended and there was nothing there but footprints. (So technically it wasn't nothing.)
"Gibbs!" You yelled through the brush. "Got something! Size twelve print!"
A few seconds later he joined you by the water, crouching down and putting his gloved fingers down in the dirt. "Size twelve print."
"That's what I said. Carters wears twelves."
"Know that."
You huffed. "You think whoever shot Águila and Lucy shot him too?"
"Look at the path of blood."
You do. You retrace your steps back to the hotel and back down once again to the water. "He wasn't shot."
"Nope." Gibbs agreed. "Or if,"
"Or if he was," you interrupt, "it certainly wants badly because these footprints are normal. They aren't deeper on one side which would indicate limping and there's not one foot trailing behind. They steps also aren't super light which would indicate he was in a rush to get help. It just.. it looks like he walked away. Almost unharmed."
"I would say totally unharmed."
You supposed that was true. The blood trail wasn't long and it didn't have to be from a gun shot. "You think he shot the others?"
"It's possible. Didn't trust him."
"I noticed. Especially after the whole 'Bravo 51' thing. That was more than a coincidence don't you think?"
"Don't believe in coincidences, Y/N."
"No," you say sarcastically, "really?"
"Did I stutter?" He turned to leave the scene but you stood up, calling his name.
"Boss wait. Listen seeing as our mission is over, since our target is dead, I personally think we need to talk."
"Ya' talk a lot. What do ya' think we need to talk 'bout now?"
You struggled with the words, silently pleased that he was staying around long enough to actually listen to what you had to say. "Before the FBI took us in, in the bedroom. I may have said some things. And those things.."
His gaze hardened. "Talk about it later. Gotta case right now."
You sighed, picking up your gear and the hem of your dress. It wasn't really a dress anymore. It was more like an industrial sized outdoor mop.
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That night you sat in the room reserved for you and Gibbs. Just because the undercover part of the case was over didn't mean you had to trade in the luxury. You still had two nights left and you were determined to make use of the most comfortable bed you had ever laid (or done anything else) in. Files laid out all over the bed on the side where Gibbs laid the nights before. He had gone to his own home that night and you were expecting McGee to join you later. Gibbs wanted someone to stay with you to make sure you were safe so that if Carters was part of the issue he couldn't get to you. There was a knock on the door and you got up to get it.
When you clicked it open you were surprised to see not McGee but, "Gibbs," you say.
"Y/N." He held up a box. "Brought pizza."
You incline your head in thanks and open the door farther to let him in. "I thought Tim was coming over, not you." You grimaced at how that sounded, like you didn't want him there. "I just meant that I don't have any space cleared for you," you weren't undercover anymore, "for you to sit and eat."
"We can eat on the couch." He put the box down on the coffee table and poured himself a drink. "I forgot some bathroom things. Thought I'd save McGee the trouble of coming over."
"And?"
"And? What makes ya' think there's an and?"
You took a slice of the pizza on a paper towel, grabbing bottle of water to go with it, figuring you had already had enough alcohol for one night. "Because with you there's always an and."
"And.." he continued, "ya' said you wanted to talk. So here I am, ready to talk."
"Oh."
"How 'bout I start. Simple game of yes and no? All the stuff you said last night, any of it true?"
You sigh, leaning into the couch, your pizza half bitten left on the towel. "Yeah." You figured if you didn't say it now it was never going to be said.
"Kay. You love me?"
You suppressed a blush and took another swig of your water, wishing it was anything but. "I say a lot of things, you know that right?"
"Mhm. And you know that I don't."
"Mhm."
"You were uncomfortable because you weren't acting, right?"
You twitch your head in a nod ever so slightly, not sure if he caught it but you were too afraid to look at him to see.
"Ya' didn't want to kiss me or do any of those things with me because you have real feelings for me. I jus' have one question. Why wouldn't ya' just take the case with DiNozzo? Ya' don't like him." He tilted his head, trying to figure it out. He didn't necessarily need to figure it out, but he sure wanted to figure you out.
"Why don't we just forget that I ever said anything? That was more what I was going for when I said we needed to talk, that we in fact, did not need to bring it up again."
"What if I wanted to bring it up 'gain?"
"Why would you want to do that?"
"Why do ya' think I was so keen on the idea of being your partner on this case instead of Tony?"
You sat there, staring at him. "What?" You couldn't move, your heart beating in your chest. "What did you say?" You were vaguely aware how warm it had become in the room and were even more aware of the fact that Gibbs was closer to you than he had been when you had both first sat down. "What were you going to say before Fornell and his goons broke into our room." It wasnt a question, more of a demand that he had to tell you what you wanted to know.
"It's gettin' late. We've got no leads on Carters. Should get some sleep before tomorrow. Almost midnight already."
"No, Gibbs. I need an answer tonight. Because I don't know if I can keep working this case, working with you at all, if I don't know."
Gibbs shrugged, rolling his eyes and letting a small smile play on his face. His hand came up, trailing up your cheek. This time you weren't uncomfortable, even though technically he hadn't answered your question
"I thought you were mad at me today for not seeing that blood." You looked into his eyes, watching the way they twinkled.
"I was. But then I wasn't 'cause… well the way you looked at me the past few days I just couldn't be." His fingers still rested on our face and you had to beg yourself not to just kiss him. He pulled away and sighed. "Y/N I don't know what to do."
You chuckle. "That famous gut of yours isn't telling you anything?"
"Telling me a lot of things, that's the issue."
"Ok so I know you're not mad at me, so why don't we revisit this in the morning. You were right, it's getting late; I'm tired and I don't want to say something I'm going to regret when I wake up tomorrow. Or worse, you saying something that you'll regret
"You really think I'm going to regret somethin'?"
"You still haven't answered my question. What were you going to say before the FBI busted in here?"
"Was gonna say I also like drinking in my basement," Gibbs answered. Your face fell.
"Wh-what?"
"Said you liked walks in the mornin' and drinkin' in the basement. I said I also enjoy drinkin' in the basement. But I also like walks with ya'."
"You do?"
"Mhm. And ya' know what else I like?"
You looked up at him like a little girl who's dad had just pulled out cotton candy and balloons.
"Like you, Y/N. I like you a lot. And that technically wasn't what I was going to tell ya, about the basement, I mean."
"You like me?"
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "For a special agent you aren't really very good at this whole 'agent' thing."
"Well then I guess it's a good thing that I'm special."
Gibbs laughed, once again. He brushed a piece of your hair that escaped from your bun behind your ear. "And that is why I need to say- I love you too, Y/F/N Y/L/N."
Summary: Abby’s noticed the tension between you and your boss. She decides to do something about it..
A/N: I meant to put this out actually on Christmas but my family is crazy. So anyways, merry Christmas!!
"You're joking." You stared at the cardstock that lay on your keyboard that morning. "A Christmas party?"
Tony laughed, "Oh Abby never jokes about parties."
"Great."
"Why, did you have other plans tonight? Going off to see that little boyfriend of yours."
You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you. "We broke up two weeks ago."
"Oh. Sorry."
"It's fine, I broke it off not him. He was an ass if I'm being completely honest. But yes, I did have plans tonight, my sister is coming into town and I have to pick him up at the airport." You gave him a little wink and took the card down to go talk to Abby.
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When you got down to the lab you saw you weren't the only one questioning the lab tech about her impromptu invite. "Abby," Gibbs growled. "I hate going out on Christmas Eve."
"Well yeah, I know. That's kind of the point Gibbs. It's to get you out of your comfort zone and have some fun! And it's not Christmas Eve, it's Christmas Eve Eve. The day before Christmas Eve."
"Hey Abs," you thought best to insert yourself before they started getting mad. "So this really is tonight?"
"Yep!" And then her face fell. "Don't tell me you can't make it either?" You shrugged apologetically. "Awe Y/N!! Please I have a Christmas game for everyone to play and it's bad enough that Gibbs won't come."
You look to your boss, "You're not going either?"
"Dinner with Diane."
You turned up your nose. "That sounds awful."
"Mhm. But Fornell is out of town and he saved my ass the last case so I owe him." Gibbs shrugged and turned out of the room.
Abby groaned. "Ugh this is going to be a disaster!"
"Abby it'll be fine," you assure her. "It's two people."
"I know I know but.. I had a plan. You're going to hate me for it."
"I could never hate you. What was the plan?"
"To get you and Gibbs together."
You gasped. "Abby- we've talked about this. No meddling! It's bad enough that it's my relationship you're messing with but the fact that it involves our boss is even worse."
"I know, I'm sorry Y/N I just can't stand the way you look at each other when your backs are turned. He looks like he just wants to tear your clothes off of you, and you.."
"Want to do the same, I'm very aware." The crush you had on your boss was less than ok, it was just bad. You were down bad. It started as thinking he was funny, or kind. You wanted to have lunch with him sometimes, maybe just sit next to him. Then you started getting nervous whenever he stood next to you, and you couldn't sit still whenever you were at his house. One day you had tripped and he had caught you and it was a full blown panic attack. And now you couldn't even be in the same room with him without your gaze wandering to his blue eyes. Some would describe them as icy but to you they were the color of a gentle summer sky. You couldn't hand him his coffee because if your fingers brushed you were sure that your heart would beat so fast it would explode. And you surely couldn't go over to his house. Just the idea that his bedroom was upstairs was enough to make you blush.
"I was going to plant some mistletoe and then get you guys drunk, very drunk, and see what would happen."
You smirked actually kind of liking the idea of drunk kissing the man you had fallen in love with. "Tell you what. If you can get Gibbs out of dinner with Diane and get him to that party, I will be there. Promise."
Abby's face lit up. "Oh thank you thank you!!" She threw her arms around you and buried her face in your hair. "You are like- my favorite person- ever." She pulled away and rushed over to her station, grabbing a bowl. "Here take a name. It's for the secret Santa."
You reached in and shuffled them around, pulling one out from the bottom and looking at it.
"Is it someone good?? Don't tell me who but just tell me if you wanna switch."
You tried not to smile at the name on the list. Scrawled in Abby's neat handwriting was her own name. 'Abby S.'
"No I think I'll keep it. If the night works out I know just what to get my person."
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The dress you had chosen was a long-sleeved, short green velvet dress. Paired with a black biker jacket, tights, and your black boots, it looked perfect. The party was being held at Ducky's, mostly because Abby's house wasn't exactly.. appropriate. Some people had a thing against axes that could fall from the walls at any moment. You had ordered an uber for yourself which would then be on its way to pick your sister up from the airport. You let yourself in to the grand house and were instantly met with the sound of Taylor Swift's Lover, the smell of baking gingerbread, and even the slight hint of wine. You placed your gift on the table with the others and went to find your lovely hostess.
"Abby?" You stuck your head into the kitchen.
"There you are!" She dusted flour off her hands and took of her apron. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." She was wearing a sparkly black dress wit ha white sash that matched too well with the sparkly black Santa hat on her head.
"Of course I was coming, I was just a little late, as usual. Is he here yet?"
Abby beamed, pointing out into the living room where the 'he' in question was standing. Gibbs wore a dark blue suit and a black tie. In one hand he held a glass of wine (which you didn't even know he drank) and the other was stuffed into a pocket. It was clear that such a social event was not his forte. He stood off to the side, looking more at the snow falling outside than the people inside.
"Hey, Abs I know you were going to try and get us drunk to make this work.. but I'd really rather not."
"Oh Y/N!" She stomped her foot. "Are you backing out??"
"No of course not." You rolled your eyes. You were a lot of things but a quitter wasn't one of them. "Just look at him." You sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "I just wish he knew how much he meant to me. How much I long to kiss those lips and just be in one of his embraces. I want to lay my head on his shoulder and look into his eyes and tell him everything that he is."
"Well then do it!! Why don't you just call him over and walk under the mistletoe. He's been drinking that wine for the past 20 minutes, he has to be a little tipsy."
You groaned. "Fine. Ok, I'll do it. Just cross your fingers for me please?"
"Always!" Abby pushed you across the floor, jumping up and down.
"Hey boss." You side up to him, leaning against the fireplace. "Enjoying the party? I thought you weren't going to be here tonight?"
"Since when do I enjoy parties, Y/L/N?" His blue eyes turned towards you. "And you? Said ya' weren't gonna be here either."
"Abby kind of forced me. Said there would be no party without me." You tightened your grip on your glass, trying your best not to let your arm brush against his. "So is it a party now?"
Gibbs let a chuckle slip from his lips. "Suppose so." He went to take a drink but he was already out of wine. "Wanna get a refill?"
"Sure." You followed him into the kitchen, cringing slightly as you passed through the door that did not have the mistletoe hanging above it. "What are you drinking?"
"Whatever you're having. This wine stuff isn't for me."
"Yeah," you chuckled, taking his glass, "not for me either. I much prefer bourbon."
"What?" Gibbs turned towards you, suddenly much more interested in the conversation. "Did ya' say bourbon?"
"Yeah? So?" You shuffled through the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Weller Antique 107. "This good?" Gibbs opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally just settling on a nod. "Here." you passed the glass over to him. As it changed hands your fingers touched, the interaction didn't go unnoticed by your boss.
"Somethin' on your mind, Y/N?"
"Why would you ask that?" You bit back a smile.
"Know somethin' I don't?"
"What would that be?"
Gibbs let out a breath of disbelief. "What's your game?"
"My game?" This time you let out the breath. "No game, I just enjoy talking to you. Which is honestly funny if you think about it seeing as you're a man of so few words." You turned to see if you had gotten any reaction from him. His body language didn't tell you anything but his eyes did. They were filled with something that only Abby had noticed when he looked at you. "Can we talk somewhere that isn't so.." You cringed as some little kid rushed in-between you two. "Busy?" You followed him as he crossed the threshold of the kitchen. You were going to follow but you figured was now or never. You pulled his sleeve and he stopped walking. "You know what that is?" You pointed up at the plant hanging above the opening.
The side of Gibbs' mouth turned up and he looked down at you. "Ya' had this planed, didn't ya?"
"Maybe." You put your head down, suddenly very self conscious. "I realize now that was probably not the best idea."
"And why do ya' say that?"
"Because it's the truth."
Gibbs took a swig of his bourbon before putting it on the table beside the door opening. "Is it? Or is it just what ya' want everyone else to think?" At this point you had both forgotten the fact that there were other people in the room. "Do you care what other people think about you?"
You shrugged. "If I cared what other people thought would I have gotten you drunk and pulled you under the mistletoe?"
"Sounds like somethin' Abby would've come up with."
"Who says she didn't?" You were only slightly aware of the distance that had been closed by the two of you. Gibbs' breath of wine, whiskey, and bourbon found its way to you. He smelled like sawdust and cinnamon, the dark coat only making his eyes look brighter. "Abby is a very.. smart… woman." You slowly trailed your hand up to the lapels of his jacket, hoping you were reading the situation correctly. "And you are a very smart man Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
Your boss's hands had found there way up your back, one hand came up to meet your face, his finger tilting your chin up. "And you're a very smart woman, Y/N. So. You gonna tell me whether or not you wanna do this?"
"And what is this?" You searched his eyes for any sort of trick he was trying to pull.
"Wha'd do ya' want it to be?"
You licked your lips, watching as his eyes followed your tongue. "I think you know." You waited for half a second before gently pressing your lips to his. They were softer than you imagined, full of love and kindness that he couldn't say with words. Funny how his words came out of the same two things that made you melt so far to the floor. His calloused hands pulled you closer as your own fingers danced up and down his shirt, playing with his collar as he deepened the kiss. You wanted more and you thought he did too, but slowly, he pulled away.
"Not here," he whispered, his voice surely coming out raspier than he had planned. "I'll take ya' home, kay?"
"Home?"
"Ok, my house. Better?"
You nodded. "Mhm. But I'm staying for cookies and eggnog first."
Gibbs placed his hand on your back, guiding you to the front door. "I'll have Abby bring some over in the mornin'."
You would be there in the morning. The thought made you trip over your own feet, a laugh escaping your lips as Jethro guided you out the door.
hey all! due to the number of people that would like to be tagged I’ve created a form so you all can put in your usernames and let me know what you want to be tagged in.
undercovers part 3??? i would LOVE a series out of this! if not totally okay :) i love ur writing <3
Title: Undercovers (pt. 3)
Word Count: 3120
Warnings: None
Pairing: GibbsxReader
Previous Chapters: 1. 2.
Latter Chapters: 4
A/N: Whatttt??? Me actually writing something for the first time in 3 months? That's crazy. Anyways, thank you all for your continued love and support, sometimes I just need to take a little time for myself. Enjoy part 3!! (yes there's more, dw)
"Sorry about all that Jethro."
Gibbs groaned, pulling the ice pack off the side of his head and slamming it down in the trash can. "Sorry? You're lucky our whole op wasn't blown!"
"Your op? Last I checked this was the FBI's operation, not NCIS's."
You sighed, tired of the bickering that had been going on for the past 40 minutes, give or take. You were all back at NCIS going over the mess that had just occurred. "Ok why can't we all agree that it was a mistake and move on? Every second we spend sitting here Águila gets closer to murdering someone else. That someone else supposedly being me. Fornell messed up by barging in on us, we "messed up" by not telling him we were going after Águila."
The Fornell in question glanced at Gibbs. "She's right, you know."
"Yeah, yeah. Y/N's right about most things. That's why she's NCIS and not FBI. Your agents didn't even identify themselves!"
The female agent on the case, Lucy Maslyn sat up to argue back. "We did before we entered. You were both too involved with each other that you must not have heard."
"I'm just wondering how the hell you didn't recognize us Tobias."
"For the millionth time Jethro, I was not the one watching you. Maslyn and Carters were. Carters is a junior agent and he can barely tie his shoes, much less identify you."
"If he can barely tie his shoes then why are you putting him on a high profile recon mission?"
"Even I can tie my shoes," DiNozzo piped up from wherever he had appeared from
You put your head back and stared at the ceiling, listening as Agent Zac Carters said that he could in fact, tie his shoes. You were urging Director Shepard to finish with her meeting so she could get down here and sort this all out. Although part of you was hoping that the arguing would go on forever and you wouldn't have to face your boss ever again. About a minute later the former came true. Jenny stormed down the steps with a look on her face that could cause even Gibbs to falter.
"Special Agent Gibbs, Special Agent Fornell," she deadpanned, followed by, "Special Agent Carters, Special Agent Maslyn." You let out a breath, seeing as you weren't implicated in the fiasco. "And Special Agent Y/L/N." Of course. "My office. Now. And that is an order."
You regretfully got out of your chair, following everyone else up and standing as far from Gibbs as you possibly could.
"I'll start with you Jethro. What happened?"
"Well, Jen, Y/N and I were having a conversation when suddenly the door was kicked in and we were held at gunpoint."
"And that's it?" Shepard stood leaning over her desk, glaring him down.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She sat back in her chair with her arms crossed. "And Tobias? Your agents claim they identified themselves, however audio from my agent's earpieces don't relay such."
"If they say they did, then I believe them. Doesn't matter what the camera did or didn't pick up."
"I can say with the most confidence that the earpieces were working perfectly. We heard everything loud and clear from our side." Shepard turned to you. "Which we will get to in a minute."
You felt your face heat up, completely forgetting that both sides probably heard every ounce of your admittance. "Yes ma'am," You mumbled.
"It does not really matter to me if you revealed yourself or not," she spoke now to the two FBI agents. "What matters is that I heard nothing from your director about you being in on this operation."
Maslyn began explaining herself. "Fornell told us we were watching the whereabouts of two assassins, sent to kill a Pedro Águila. A wealthy businessman from Mexico. We were not informed that he was a drug runner and murder." She glanced at her boss. "If we had known then obviously we would have aided in taking him down, not protecting him."
"I'm sorry," you interject, even if it wasn't really your place to say something. "With all due respect, how could you not know that Aguila was who he was? Even though I didn't know the full case I still knew his face from somewhere."
"Sealed case," Gibbs explains. "NCIS and CIA joint op, not FBI." He kept his answer short, saying what needed to be said and not looking at you while he said it.
"You worked on a case with the CIA that we didn't know about?"
Shepard rolled her eyes. "As if you don't work on cases and keep us out of the loop on them. Listen, no more arguing like little girls, alright? We're all big kids here so let's start acting like it. Gibbs and Fornell, this is now a joint operation. Gibbs you'll run point but if the FBI director asks about it, Tobias has lead. I don't want any drama in the higher-ups. Y/N you'll still continue to be Leland's wife, nothing has changed. Do you understand?"
You manage a nod, still looking out the window over the DC city scape.
"Carters and Maslyn, you'll provide whatever backup Gibbs needs. Are we all clear? I want this operation wrapped up in the net 48 hours and I want Águila, alive, preferably. Otherwise the location of the rest of the cartel is gone. Now go!" You were about to follow when Jen grabbed your arm. "Stay here for a minute." She waited until the door closed. The director gestured for you to sit and you gratefully took the offer. You pulled your coat over yourself, seeing as the only clothes you were wearing were a small camisole and your sleep shorts. "I take it you can guess why I need to speak to you?"
"I'm assuming it has something to do with the whole 'I'm in love with you Leroy Jethro Gibbs?"
Jen nodded. "You can see how that would concern me? And especially because if you had really been under surveillance, by someone other than the FBI, that is, then you would have had your cover blown! Not only that but do you know how dangerous it is to get involved in a relationship with a coworker?"
You hang your head. "Yeah, I know. I just.. I can't do things halfway, you know that. I can't lie about how I feel about people. I was just so.. caught up in the moment, it just came out. I couldn't sleep with a man over a lie. Especially not someone like,"
"Gibbs?"
"Yeah." You looked up at the director who was lost in thought, her mind seemingly taking her back. "Can I ask you sort of a personal question?"
"I suppose."
"You and Gibbs, you were more than friends weren't you? A lot more."
Jen inclined her head, silently agreeing. "Which is why I am telling you, for your own sake, to be careful. Jethro is a good man, a great man. But it's dangerous. Any relationship on the job is. I'm not saying don't try, I know when to turn a blind eye but I also know when to draw the line."
"What happened between you two?" It wasn't really just a question out of the blue. You and the Director were good friends, you had lunch or dinner sometimes, occasionally if you needed advice that Abby couldn't give you would go to her.
"It's complicated."
"Complicated isn't very helpful," you huffed.
"I know," Jen smiled gently. "I'm sorry I don't have more to offer. Just know that Jethro loves you more than you'll ever know, as an agent. Even as a friend. As far as romantic feelings.." She shrugged. "He's not easy to read, even if I've done it a dozen times before." Her lips twitched upwards a little farther and you could only imagine what that comment meant.
"So you don't know if he feels the same?"
"I do not. Though I see the way he looks at you when you're not paying attention. It's all too familiar if I'm completely honest."
"Really?" The question slipped off your tongue before you could give it permission. "And you're ok with that?"
"Of course I am. If I wasn't ok with him looking at other women then we would still be together." She shook her head. "Never mind. Listen, you need to get back out there on the case and catch this SOB. After that you and Jethro can do whatever you want. Just.. be careful Y/N. Please."
"I will, I promise." That was the first promise you would be breaking. You thank her and make your way out of the office shutting the door behind you. You take a deep breath, ignoring the concerned look from her secretary. Somehow you had to last until this was over.
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"Ok so what do you want me to do?" Now you were back in your room, the door fixed and your security team on high alert, Fornell directing. "I can come in from the back or the side, the front is way to exposed to be able to carry out correctly." You flipped the blueprint of the gardens a few times before finally pointing to the spot you had found. "Right here. If the meeting is going down at 6:30 the sun will be setting, casting shadows. For about ten minutes this will be the perfect place to shelter and still give our sniper the shot."
Gibbs had nothing to say against that. He just nodded. "Carters," he barked. "You think you can find a long range rifle that will work? Águila wears a vest. Don't wanna kill him, jus' take him down."
"Yeah, I've got a Bravo 51 I used a lot at FLETC."
You felt Gibbs tense beside you and it took everything in your power not to put your hand in his and comfort him.
"A what?" Gibbs asked, as if he had not heard the agent loud and clear the first time.
"A Bravo 51?"
"He doesn't know about that," Maslyn interjected. "He was barely in training at the time."
"You're not using that."
"Why not?" Carters was obviously not only new to the field but also to reading the room, apparently.
"He said no," you say. "And that's reason enough."
"Jeez, sorry. I think I have a m107 somewhere, is that ok?"
Gibbs nods but you notice his head is somewhere else. "Gibbs?" You whisper. "You ok?"
He didn't answer, just folded the blueprint up. "We'll be at dinner at 5:15, out in the gardens by 6. Tell Tobias to be in place. I want one shot to take this SOB down. Y/N, a word." He held the bedroom door open, shuffling everyone out and then shutting it behind you. "Are we gonna have a problem with tonight?" He narrowed his eyes at you. "Cause I'm not having this go south cause of my partner."
"No boss. I'll be fine." You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get the feel of his hands off of your body.
"Y/N," he said softly, putting his hands over yours, rubbing gentle circles on your hands. "Are you sure? 100% positive you can do this? Because if you can't then we need a new plan now."
"I'll be fine, I promise." That was the second promise you would be breaking.
"Kay. Go try on the dress Abs got ya. I think it's your color."
Typical Gibbs, you thought. He was a gentleman and so he would never bring up what you two had talked about, but you wanted him to. You wanted his reaction. If he didn't feel the same, which you doubt he did, you could just quit and move away. If he did, well, then he did and that opened up so many more situations.
You took the garnet bag off the back of the door and unzipped it, revealing what had to be the most stunning piece you had ever seen. It was a peacock blue floor length gown with the most sparkly sparkles you had ever seen. The only thing that may have been more exceptional than the color was the way it tied in the back. You pulled it out and slipped it on, gasping at the way it hugged your body. You were surprised at how well it fit, although you were sure Abby did whatever she could to get your measurements perfect. You looked at yourself in the mirror as if you were looking at someone else. You didn't look like yourself. You didn't look like the girl who always wore sweatshirts and shorts when she went out, nor the Agent that showed up in slacks and a blouse. You were someone different, someone you didn't know even existed. You decided to leave your hair down, letting it fall in gentle waves down your back, opting for a small silver clip to keep it out of your eyes. You packed your service weapon at your ankle, making sure it sat above the sparkling heels that were also left for you. You took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, turning your attention towards your date.
"Ya' look.. stunning, Y/N." Gibbs said gently, putting his hand under your chin and tilting it up. And so did he. He was wearing black slacks and his marine whites dress top. You did a better job at hiding your blush than you had the last time you had seen him in his Dress Blues.
"Your tie's crooked." You reached up to adjust the bow tie, pulling it center. "I thought Dress Whites were discontinued in the 90's?"
"They were."
"Then don't you think you're going to stand out being the only one in all white?" You stepped back, dusting off his shoulders.
"That's kinda the point." He grabbed his weapon and shoved it under his coat, taking you in one arm and grabbing the door with the other. "Don't wanna be late."
You laughed, doing the best you could to keep the mood light. As you were taking the elevator down, you could feel Gibbs stiff beside you, something you never liked. "What's up? You're tense, that's never a good sign."
"Something feels off."
You roll your eyes. "That gut again? Maybe you just ate too much cheese bread. Fornell getting to you?"
"Not the bread."
"Is it something I did?"
"If it was we wouldn't be having this conversation." The elevator dinged open and you stepped out into the restaurant. Couples danced in the middle to some dance you had never heard before while others sat chatting quietly at the tables. There was an assortment of service uniforms from Marine Blues to the army green ASU's. "Find a table, I'll get drinks."
You found one that had an equal view of both the front and back exits as well as the fire escape window, making a mental not of where the other guests were. Gibbs joined you a few moments later, also slipping you an earpiece. Once you order and you've started on your food, you fall into a small conversation.
"So Leland, any new recruits at the office last week?"
He nods. "Young woman, much like yourself."
You swish your champagne around in your glass, focusing all your attention on surveying the room. "And how is that?"
"Smart, pretty, strong."
"Ah, I see."
"Don't look behind you," Gibbs starts, "Aguila and a woman just walked in. He's armed. Cig on his left hip, she has a knife in her waistband."
"Time to move?" you check your watch. "No we still have 15 minutes."
Your earpiece chirped and Maslyn spoke into it. "We're in position, whenever you guys are ready."
"Lucy's going to be joining us in the gardens later if you fancy a walk?"
"I could use the exercise. I'll pay."
"No," you shake your head. "Dinner's on me, you always pay." It was true. Every time the team went anywhere drinks were on Gibbs, now you wanted to return the favor. You slide the cash to the waiter, not using your card for obvious reasons.
"Águila's headin' out. We should too." Gibbs takes your hand, grinding you out to the patio doors and into the cool evening.
"What's on your mind?" You put your head on his shoulder, slowly making your way down the path to wear Maslyn and Carters were waiting to take Águila. "Your gut's still telling you something and if it was anyone else I would call BS but.."
"S'not anyone else."
"Yeah."
"Talk 'bout somethin' different."
"Okay.. what do you wanna talk about?"
"Us."
You sighed, picking your head up but not taking your hand out of his. "Figured that would come up eventually. Listen, Director Shepard told me-"
"You've been talkin' to Jen? Ali, that'll get your head into all sorts of places it shouldn't be."
You smiled a bit at him using your undercover name. You liked it a lot more than Y/N. "You think I don't know?" You answered. "But anyways, she told me—" suddenly he pushed you to the ground, a gunshot ringing though the air. You were winded on impact but reached for your gun, staying low as Gibbs went high. "Where'd it come from?"
"Don't know, you stay down. McGee!" He yelled at no one.
Your earpiece clicked in again and the probie spoke. "Boss we've got two shots fired, Águila's still inside, it wasn't Maslyn's shot."
"Lucy," Gibbs shouts, "Zac, do you copy? Maslyn! Carters!"
"Spread out," you command, surprised he hadn't already said something. He flees to Carter's post while you take Lucy's. Years and years of being an agent but some things never prepare you for the things you might see, especially not this. "Damn it, damn it!!" You rush around Lucy's figure, ripping off part of your dress, pressing it to the wound in her abdomen. "McGee, I need backup now, find Fornell, Carters, anyone!!" Lucy's pulse was there but it was fading fast. "Hey, hey, breathe, hey sit up!!" You force her to sit up. "Talk to me Lucy, I am not losing an agent today, especially not one from the FBI, I don't need Fornell breathing down Gibbs' back." You push harder, tying to stop the bleeding. "GIBBS!" You scream. Seconds later he's pushing you out of the way, ripping off Lucy's sleeve and holding it on her stomach.
"Hey, don't close your eyes." He speaks softly but firmly, running his fingers through her hair. "Find Pedro Águila and take him in, and find Carters!! I want whoever shot Maslyn dead, now!!"
You nodded, taking off towards the restaurant, not seeing the trail of blood that led off the path.
You groaned, peeping one eye open and immediately shutting it at the bright light coming through the open curtains.
"Time to get up." A strong hand rubbed your shoulder and you rolled over, putting your arm over whoever it was.
"Morning," you whisper.
The man laughed. "Mornin'."
"Tired."
"Got a lot to do today. Gotta get up. I'll pay for breakfast."
"No breakfast, just sleep." You moved your arm up to his chest, feeling his heart beat with yours. "Love you."
The body stiffened and you finally opened your eyes. You gasped and scrambled away, nearly tumbling off the bed. "Oh shoot I'm so sorry!" You curse but Gibbs just puts his hand on you, letting you calm down.
"S'alright."
You pulled yourself out of bed and over to your suitcase, picking out what you were going to wear for the day.
"You feelin' better after last night?"
"Oh. Yeah, about that." You grab you bra and turn back to Gibbs. "I was just a little hesitant about the whole… making out in front of people thing? I know it was my idea and everything but I just.."
"S'okay. I get it. If there's anything I can do to make it better for ya' I'll be happy to try."
You nod your head and thank him. "Anything from McGee?"
"Mhm. Start changin' and I'll tell ya. I'll use the bathroom after you."
"I'll just change her, if you'll turn around. If they are watching our heat signatures it'll look weird if I go in the bathroom every time I'm changing."
Gibbs smiled and turned. "You're learning."
"From the best," you answer.
"McGee said the guys are in a cartel. Shipping and cooking from Mexico. Pretty nasty guys. Pedro Águila, suspect to killing a group of Navy officers about 10 years ago, case went cold. Everyone knows he did it, no evidence to prosecute. Ya' done changing yet?"
You pulled your shirt down over your chest, "Yeah we're good. So about the whole 'if you could do anything to make it better' this might sound really stupid but.."
"No stupid questions, just stupid people asking questions. You're not stupid."
You suppressed a blush. "Seeing as we're probably going to be out here for a week, I think we should.. practice."
"Practice?" Gibbs tilted his head.
"Yeah. Practice.. um.. kissing."
"Like we're in the fourth grade." Gibbs pointed out.
"Leland please, just without warning one of us kisses the other. I think it would really help me— UMPGH!!" Your back got pushed into the wall and Gibbs's leg slit between your own. "Ok.." You whispered, kissing back. Just as soon as it had started it had stopped.
"Like that?"
"Uh huh- like that."
"Ready for breakfast?"
Yes, yes you were.
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Those were probably some of the best pancakes you had ever had, and Gibbs certainly agreed.
"Wow," he wiped his mouth off. "Kinda wishin' I knew how to make more than just steak and cereal."
You laughed. "I could teach you if you wanted. My sister went to cooking school for 4 years, now she's a chef at some Italian restaurant so I know what I'm doing."
"Yeah? Good to know."
"DiNozzo's gonna meet us here in a few. Just wanted to get some time to decompress for a bit."
"Fair."
There was silence for a bit as you both drank your coffee. "Thank you for doing this," you say. "For not making me do it with DiNozzo," you elaborate, realizing you hadn't been clear.
Gibbs shrugged. "I wouldn't want to go out with Tony either."
You laughed. "Speak of the devil, there he is." You motion to where your coworker was strutting over, wearing nothing more than bathing suit shorts and a Hawaiian lei.
"And how are the two love birds?" He slides into the chair next to you and calls over a waitress, ordering some fancy drink you assumed was alcohol. "Here's what we found." He passed over a folder and you took it, handing a copy of what was inside to Gibbs and keeping the other. DiNozzo turned to you. "So I guess he already told you about Los Tipos Malos and their leader Pedro Águila?"
"Wait- their cartel name is the bad guys?" Gibbs sighed as you continued. "Sounds like a bunch of nut jobs."
"Nut jobs that killed a whole lot of people," Gibbs reminded you.
"Right."
"Here's the problem. NSA chatter says Los Tipos Malos are going after a ship of returning sailors, they come into port in two days. And you have to figure out a way to stop them. Now," Tony started tapping his fingers nervously, "there is a very big man coming this way and since I'm not undercover, I.. am going to go hit on that very hot waitress." And of course, he did just that.
"That is a very big dude," you pointed out.
Gibbs chuckled. "How 'bout we take a walk by the water?" He left a tip for the waiter and extended his hand for you. You took it and you both started walking, right past the big dude. You barely registered that Gibbs' shoulder had run into his. "'Scuse me," Gibbs apologized. The morning was warm but not unpleasant, birds chirped in the palm trees and for a moment.. it was almost like you were actually on vacation. Storm clouds swarmed over head but it didn't look like it was going to hit yet. Gibbs' hand was calloused and yet soft on your own, there was something almost fatherly about it. (Though there was absolutely nothing fatherly about the way you were thinking about him the night before). Gibbs placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you smiled.
"Would it be bad to say this is kind of a nice change of pace from dead bodies all the time?"
"Yes."
"Right.. the whole superstition that if you say it's too quiet somethings going to happen." You rolled your eyes. "I thought you didn't believe in superstition. Sounds like it should be one of your rules." The ocean waves lapped at the rocks below but you took no notice, instead watching Gibbs as he stopped to look out over the water. "Pretty, isn't it?"
"Mhm." And then his hand tensed in yours.
"Leland?" You asked, trying to get a read on his expression.
"Ya' asked me if I believe in superstition? No, and I don't believe in coincidences either."
"Yeah, you've mentioned that. Why?"
Gibbs pointed down to the ocean, past the rocks. That was when you saw it. You groaned. Your quiet day, ruined, by none other than, yep, a dead body.
"And I take it you can't just believe that that's a coincidence?"
"Us? On a 'vacation' with a bunch of cartel members and ya' wanna say that this is a coincidence?"
You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone, dialing DiNozzo while Gibbs, begrudgingly, dialed the local cops. "Hey Tony. Hope you already snatched the waitresses number because we've got a situation."
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Being undercover there was nothing you could do about the body except call in an anonymous tip to the local cops. Now, you and your boss were sitting in your hotel room waiting for the rain to pass.
"Any news from the team?"
Gibbs gave you the 'you do realize we can't talk about this here, right?' look.
"Right" You flicked on the TV and set the remote down, surprised when it was flicked off again. "What was that for? I'm bored."
"Me too."
"So? We can find a movie we both wanna watch."
"I could find somethin' better to look at." Gibbs smirked, reaching up and undoing a button.
You gulped. You hadn't thought about the repercussions about a rainy day, alone. You knew there were still thermal cameras on you, but you didn't know how to react.
"You ok? You just got all pale." Gibbs pulled away. "Alison, what's wrong? Know it isn't just the kissing. It's me, isn't it?"
"No I-" You leaned back against the headboard. You closed your eyes and turned away. "I don't know what the problem is."
"S'okay. Don't mean to push you. Could I give you a shoulder rub? Back rub? Seem tense."
You smiled at that. "Yeah, I think that'd be great." You flipped over on your stomach and let Gibbs pull your shirt up. He found massage oil from somewhere and rubbed it on gently.
"Gonna unhook this, is that ok?" You nodded and let your bra fall off your shoulders. Gibbs didn't rub too hard, just enough to get out all the stress without hurting you. You sighed into your pillow and let him do what he needed to do. After about ten minutes he finally spoke, "That good?"
"I'm sorry."
"What?" He was surprised at you outburst, but you knew exactly what you were doing. "Rule six—"
You rolled over under him and pulled him down, his body on yours and your lips on his. Gibbs struggled to hold himself up to the point where he had to roll over, you now on top. You didn't know what had come over you but your hands struggled with the buttons on his shirt. Gibbs' lips met your neck and you gasped, a shiver running down all the way to your toes. Your shirt was already ruffled but you didn't let him take it off, you knew exactly what you wanted. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your shorts and you let out a sound you had never heard yourself make before.
"I love you," you shuddered, pressing another sloppy kiss on his lips. "I really-" you gasped again as Gibbs messed with your shorts ties. "I want you, all of you."
"I want you more," Gibbs whispered, pulling you down. You could feel he did. But it wasn't true.
"No. Loved you-" you finally had his shirt undone. "Since I met you."
"I.." This time it was Gibbs that made the sounds, you grinned and pushed your body to his. "Want to do you, right now." Gibbs' voice was husky with passion.
You stopped, finally coming to your senses. "No." You shook your head, rolling over so you were sitting on the bed next to him, tying your shorts back and handing him his shorts. "No you don't get it."
"Alison what are you talking about?"
"No, no, not Alison. Y/N. You get that? Y/N. This is all me Gibbs. All me. I've been in love with you since the day we met and I didn't know how to tell you so now I am. I don't want this if you don't think it's real. Because I can't do that. I can't do it once and never do it again and remember what it was like. I can't fake this, because if we start I don't know if I can stop. I can't wake up in two weeks when this is all over and have you look at me the same, like a coworker, a colleague, because I can't look at you that way. I don't just want this," you gestured to the bed and the disheveled clothes. "I want the walks like we had this morning. The drinks and the sitting in your basement. I. Want. This." You bit your tongue to stop from talking but this time you didn't tear your eyes from your boss. "I love you, Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
His blue eyes shone as lightning tore through the sky somewhere out the window. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, the door to your room splintered to pieces and guns pointed to your heads.
Peri Gilpin as Roz Doyle in Frasier, Season 10
At work, during the show, I’m just sitting there thinking, “Two hours to caviar. One hour to caviar”. You don’t have any on you, do you?
