“Gary was our rock, our cheerleader, our team captain. He inspired us with his leadership, his creative instincts and keen insight. NCIS will not be the same without him, and each of us will miss his smiling face and unwavering humour which lifted us every say.” 

 - From the cast and crew of NCIS

Food for thought...

Really contemplating whether or not I should let you guys read the first paragraph (or first few) of the NCIS/SPN crossover. Treat as maybe a little teaser because it’s been so long since I’ve posted. But I don’t know. I suppose like this post or reblog or whatever, if you want a teaser.

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I know many of you weren’t fan of his “creativity” choices but I can assure you, he was really a smart, kind, down-to-earth and funny guy.

Once he thought he saw me in NYC at the Upfronts and then we laughed cause I told him that that no, It wasn’t me.
I’ll remember his struggle signing and spelling my friend’s name and me trying to correct him or the patience he had in reading what I had to say to him during S12. 

Last time he wrote me was to thank me after I told him good luck for the new season. 

I’m glad I got to meet you Gary, thank you for everything. 

I still can’t believe this.

I've Underestimated My Charm (Again) - Teaser

Pairings: Anthony DiNozzo (NCIS) x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: What happens when a rookie NCIS agent gets caught between her teammate and a renegade FBI agent. 

A/N: I’m going to be a particularly heinous and torturous bitch here and give you guys the bare minimum as far as teasers go. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really really not.

**I would never forgive myself if I didn’t use this gif. It had to be done.**

Tony smells like cloves, cedarwood, and latex gloves when he leans over her shoulder; eyes a bright shining hazel, teeth straight and white outlined by a smug smile that makes the retching and flexing of her stomach start back up. She wants to punch him square in the jaw, wants to knee him in his groin because now is not the time for smugness. Now is the time for comfort and kind words, but she’s a girl in a man’s game and sometimes Tony likes to tease her about it. 

He pulls tighter on the firstful of her hair he’s gripping, yanks until her head is tilting upwards toward the sky and she’s finally able to fill her lungs full of the air they’ve been crying out for. “I warned you, probie.” He’s whispering into her ear, speaking lowly so only she is able make out the words, although the blood rushing in her ears is making it harder than it needs to be. “This job isn’t for the faint of heart,” he chides and she retches again, heaves despite her stomach being empty and cavernous.

“Oh, fuck you.” She manages to get out in between gags, craning her neck until her hair falls free of his hand, body swaying forward and nearly into the puddle of sick at her feet. “I’m fine, okay? It had nothing to do with the crime scene. I think I’m just coming down with a bug or something.”

“Or something?” Tony chuckles, and y/n goes to punch him in the stomach, reels back her clenched fist, only to fail miserably when Tony catches her by the wrist.

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“How’s the case going?” Y/N asked while cleaning up the kitchen.
“It’s going,” her boyfriend replied.
She smirked. “That bad, huh?”
“Only because I won’t be able to make it tonight,” he paused, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

She paused her cleaning to place a hand on her hip. She arched a brow at the man.

“Don’t you dare be sorry, Mr. G Callen,” she stated firmly, “Your work is important. Whatever you have to do, you do. I’ll still be here when you get back.”
The agent chuckled. “How did I get so lucky?”
Y/N smirked. “You must’ve wished upon a star.” She chuckled. “Now, get back to work so you can come home sooner.”
“Alright. I love you and Happy Birthday.”
“I love you too.”

The pair hung up. Y/N smiled softly at the Valentine’s Day card Callen had given her earlier. After a few moments, she turned on some music before continuing to clean.

Unbeknownst to her, Callen was actually right outside of the house. Smirking, the agent hopped out of the car and headed to the back seat. He pulled out a small box, some candy, and a bouquet of her favorite flowers. He would’ve gotten balloons, but Sam managed to talk him out of it.

The man locked his car as he quietly made his way to the house. He smirked when he heard the music blaring. As stealthily as he could, Callen opened the door to the home. He crept toward the middle of the home.

Just as he turned toward the kitchen, he was face with the barrel of a gun. He threw his hands up in defense.

“Just me, sweetheart,” he spoke with a smile.

Y/N’s expression broke into a grin. She set the gun on safety, placed it on the table, and tackled Callen. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I should’ve known you had something up your sleeve,” she teased.
“Thank Hetty for that one,” he replied happily as she let go. “Some beautiful flowers for the beautiful lady. And some sweet candy to go with it.”

Y/N gratefully took the two items. She smirked as Callen shook the box he was still holding and placed it on the table.

“And that, you can open later.”

Y/N set the presents on the table before hugging Callen again. Given he was no longer holding anything, he gripped onto her tighter. She pecked his cheek.

“You are the best boyfriend ever.”
He smirked. “I’m still the boyfriend that has to get back on the case soon.”
She leaned back and quirked a brow. “How long?”
“Two hours at most,” he stated factually.
Y/N inched closer to his face. “Then we better make it count.”

Callen smirked in surprise. Without another moment passing, Callen lifted her up and headed toward the bedroom. Maybe Sam and Kensi could hold out an extra hour.

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