“Well, I told you about the… the brains. I told you about the guts, I
told you about the muscle, the scientist, the politician, the leader, I
told you about every member of the team, except myself. The part I play. I’m the wild card. I’m the guy who looks at the reality in front of him and refuses to accept it. Like right now I should be terrified, right? But I’m not.“
Request: You and Gibbs announce your engagement Requested by: Anon A/N: Just a little drabble I wrote a few nights ago. Hope you like it, anon!
You looked around the office, not sure where Jethro could
have gone. Of course, he’d leave you at a time like this. Smirking at the
thought, you went over and sat in his desk chair. Even though you and Jethro
had been dating for three years now, the team still eyed each other when you
sat in his chair. You chuckled to yourself, laughing it off. They all stared at
you, and you figured it was because Gibbs was standing close to you. Looking
up, you saw him coming your way. Tony and McGee shared a look while Ziva shook
her head slightly, barely smiling. “Hey, y/n,” Gibbs said, reaching over you to
move some paperwork around on his desk.
“Hey, Jethro,” you said, smiling, “Brought you some lunch.”
He smiled, kissing your head. He continued to do his work around you, never
asking you to get up. He moved to sit on the side of the desk, picking up a
file to look over.
“Uh, Boss?” Tony said, eyes not having left the two of you.
“What, DiNozzo?” Gibbs responded, slightly annoyed with the
“I…you just…Boss, she’s in your chair,” Tony stated,
“Yeah, DiNozzo, I see that,” Gibbs shot back, shaking his
head. “I suppose that right comes along with being my fiancé,” he said, not
looking up from a file he was reading.
All you could do was laugh at all of their faces. Ziva was
the first to come up and congratulate you, surprisingly pulling you into a hug,
followed by McGee. Tony just continued to sit at his desk, jaw practically
falling off its hinges. Oh, how you did love your fiancé.
-Prompt description: You are
dating Gibbs and the only person who can calm him down. Once the team finds out Gibbs is
going to propose to you they are excited…
-Authors note: I had to much fun writing this..
I wasn’t one to get angry but after years of holding in your anger you were bound to blow. I was interrogating a man who was the father of a Navy officer that had just been killed. We all knew he had killed her but we didn’t have enough evidence to prove it.
“I know you killed her,” I said my hands rested on the cold metal table as I leaned closer to his face. My voice was gentle but laced with poison.
“I didn’t,” the mans voice spoke as if he was sure. He was hard to break.
“Do you feel no sadness? You are her father after all-,” before Dinozzo continued the man began to laugh.
“Stop saying that! Even if I am her father she deserved to die! I enjoyed killing her,” The mans fist were now clenched and his face was red with anger.
“Agent Gibbs!” You can hear the aid trying to get his attention from across the bullpen. Probably trying to warn him of your presence before he gets to his desk where you’ve been waiting for nearly an hour. Hotch is not going to be happy. “Agent Gibbs!” He’s still talking to the brunette man whose not only keeping up with the older man’s quick gait but taking notes at the same time. Agent Gibbs finally glances up and seeing you at his desk stops in his tracks.
“Yes sir?” The aid says sounding nervous.
“Who is this?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you sir. She’s FBI.”
“Thank you Agent Miller. I can handle this from here.” You say with a smile. “Agent Gibbs, I’m SSA Leah Snow with the BAU.” His companion looks confused. “Supervisory Special Agent, with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. FBI.” You reach out a hand which Gibbs looks pointedly at but doesn’t shake.
“I know what your letters meant.”
“I was clarifying for him Agent Gibbs.” You give him a small smile as you gesture to the other man.
“Agent Anthony DiNozzo.” He shoots you a flirty smile.
“Engaged Agent.” You hold up your left hand showing off the ring Hotch had given you.
“What can I do for you SSA Snow?” Agent Gibbs asks sounding bored.
“BAU thinks you have a serial killer and we want to help.”
“Agent Gibbs, we are the most qualified in the FBI to step in on this case and Unit Chief SSA Hotchner doesn’t want to take over. He wants to join forces.”
“Why should we?”
“Because we have a serial killer.”
“Two murders isn’t a serial killer.” Agent DiNozzo says with a small smirk.
“You’re right. But four is.”
“We only have two.” A third man says as he walks up. “Who’s this?”
“SSA Leah Snow, FBI. There have been four murders, two civilians in Delaware.” Your phone rings and pulling it from your pocket you see that it’s Hotch. “Sorry excuse me.” You answer the phone, “Yea?”
“We’ve got another body.”
“See you then.” You hang up and look at Agent Gibbs. “Make that five victims.”
“Over the years we do some things, some good, some bad. Decisions that help one person can hurt another. Damned if you do. In the end, we make sacrifices, live with them. Things happen sometimes that are out of our control.”