For an anon who requested “Can I get a one shot where the reader is like Tony’s cousin or sister and he forgot his lunch so she brings it to him and Gibbs and reader take a liking to each other when they first meet?”
You tossed the bag down in front of Tony, watching his head snap up in surprise and you smirked at him, arms crossed over your chest.
“Had I know how much of a struggle it was to get in your building I would have taken it to work and eaten it myself.” You laughed, sitting on the edge of his desk and looking around, “So this is where you work? Not bad, when you were little we were just hoping you learned how to hold a pen correctly.” You teased and Tony glared, opening his bagged lunch and glaring.
“You took my tasty cake.” He accused, rummaging through his bag, “Two fruits and no pastry? What do I look like to you, (Y/N)?”
“Someone who could use more fruit in the diet and less tasty cake obviously.” You grinned, and Tony looked more then ready to argue back when you were interrupted.
“Tony who’s this?” A woman with an accent asked, and you cocked an eyebrow at Tony, causing him to send you a dirty look, “New… girlfriend, we should know about?” You spun around, both you and Tony making nearly identical faces of disgust.
“Girlfriend?” He repeated, “No, this is my sister, (Y/N), (Y/N) this is my team Ziva David, and McGeek.”
“My name isn-” Tony didn’t even bat an eye.
“Abby is downstairs, you’d like her, and Ducky is our ME. Then there Gibbs, he’s our boss, and trust me he might look like a hard ass but he’s-”
“He’s what DiNozzo?” Tony paled slightly and struggled to get back to looking like he was doing something productive.
“A great boss and and great man?” Tony offered and you laughed out loud. This was great, watching someone besides you putting Tony in his place.
“Tony you’re being incredibly rude, introduce me.” He muttered under his breath before spinning around again.
“Boss, this is my little sister (Y/N) She has all of the devilish good looks of the rest of us DiNozzos and half of the charm.”
“Hey!” You glared, punching his arm.
“(Y/N), my dear, lovely sister, this is Gibbs. My boss.” You considered giving Tony the finger, then also considered the fact that you were an adult woman, in a federal building, so you settled for an eye roll before extending your hand to Gibbs.
“I’m sorry you got stuck working with my ever so charming brother.” Gibbs took your hand and shook it, chuckling slightly.
“Well, while I have to agree with the devilish good looks part, I find it hard to believe that you’re the less charming sibling.” Woah was that a blatant flirt? You blushed slightly and laughed, looking at your very very uncomfortable looking brother.
“You don’t seem like too much of a hardass either. My dearest brother must just be really bad at describing people.” You joked, ignoring the huff from behind you. Gibbs nodded in agreement, not even sparing his surprised looking team a glance.
“Well if you’re free sometime we could always do coffee, introduce ourselves in our own words.” He offered.
“Sounds good to me, Gibbs.” You smirked.
“Call me Jethro, please.”
“Well then it sounds good to me, Jethro. But I’m running late so I’ll..” You grabbed a piece of paper from your brother’s desk and jotted down your number, handing it over and grabbing your bag, “Call me later,” You swooped and kissed your brother’s cheek before waving at this team, “Nice meeting you all!” You called before seeing yourself out. Everyone was silent for a moment, unsure of what exactly they just witness.
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.
“Why can’t you just be more like Gibbs?” His dad sighs and your mouth drops open. Is he KIDDING right now? You had to have misheard him or something.
“What did you say?” You ask ignoring Tim’s silent pleads to stay out of it.
“I asked my son why he can’t be more like his boss.” The Admiral says not even sort of ashamed that he’s humiliating his son in front of his coworkers, and girlfriend but he probably thinks you’re another NCIS Agent.
“That’s what I thought. And how dare you?” You say lowly but you know the rage is evident in your voice.
“Why does it matter to you?” The Admiral says coolly.
“Because I’m your son’s girlfriend and since he respects you he’s not going to say anything about what a massive dick you’re being.” Tim clears his throat and you hold up a finger. “Timothy I am not finished.” You say not looking at him. You can see Tony, Gibbs and Ziva in your sight line as well as his father but not him. Tony looks, shocked, is probably the best word for it. Ziva looks delighted and Gibbs looks, well, proud. “Tim is a good Agent. He’s brave, smart, loyal, and a good man. You should be proud that you raised a good man.”
“You don’t get to talk to me like this Agent.” The Admiral roars taking a menacing step toward you.
“Hey! Don’t raise your voice at me!” You snap, “Besides, I’m not an agent.” You smirk at him.
“Then I can have you thrown out of here.”
“You could but then I’d call my boss who’d call your boss then you’d get a really unpleasant phone call.”
“My boss is the President of the United States.” He scowls at you and you laugh.
“I mean your direct supervisor. The CNO.”
“Who answers to the president.”
“Who is my direct supervisor.” You say crossing your arms over your chest, “And she really likes me because her kids really like me.” He stares at you and you continue. “Gibbs is a good leader because he knows how to play to all of his teams strengths. If Tim was a mini Gibbs he’d never have survived on this team. He’s good at his job, he’s the best computer guy in this room and we adore him.” You shoot Tony a look stopping the joke on his tongue. “You should be proud of him. Not ridicule him.”
“At least someone knows how to stand up for him.” His dad mutters you march up to him and poke his chest.
“You’re not fucking listening to me.” Tim’s had enough and has wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you away from his father before the two naval officers with him get involved.
“Sweetheart calm down.” He murmurs into your hair before kissing the side of the crown of your head.
“He doesn’t say this shit because he loves you! You’re his father for crying out loud! I don’t give a shit what you think about me because I love your son and you hurt him! I don’t want to see the man I love get hurt over and over by one of the men he looks up to! That’s not fair! He’s a better man than you’ll ever be!” Tim still has his arms wrapped tightly around you but you’re so focused on his dad that you don’t notice the shift in his body language right away.
“You’re right.” His dad says softly. “I am proud of you Tim. I just want you to be the best version of you that you can be.”
“I know Admiral.” Oh god he can’t even call him dad? You roll your eyes but let it slide this time, the fact that you’ve won even a small victory here is enough. You’ll take it. His dad nods then leaves with his two officers at either side. Tim turns your body toward his and you rest your forehead on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” You tell him, “Not that I said it but where and how I said it.”
“I know. It’s okay. I do have one question.” You lift your head off his shoulder and look up at him. “You love me?”
“Hell yes I do.”
“Good.” He smiles, “I love you too.” He whispers into your hair before kissing you soundly to a loud whoop from Tony.
For the Anon who requested “Hey could you please do one where you’re Tony’s baby sister and you come to visit him at work and no one knew you existed. Thank you love your writing ❤️”
A little bit implied McGee x reader but it’s mostly just a cute little Sister Tony blurb. Hope you all like it, I felt like I rambled a little too much but ah well. Tony’s sister is one of my favorite things to write for (*wink wink nudge nudge*)
People gave you odds looks as they past and you knew exactly why. Reason one; You probably were not supposed to be here. Reason two; you were currently lounging in a desk that wasn’t yours, reading a book and drinking a coffee. Reason three; you were far too relaxed for someone who did not even belong here. For examples see reason two. Reason four; everyone felt like they’ve seen you before, but none of them were sure were they might know you from.
“Uhm. Hello?” You glanced up from the book you’d been staying busy with and grinned, tilting your head to the side and looking over the man in front of you .
“Hey there.” You greeted, grin turning into your family famous smirk. You watched as the man became slightly flustered, unsure what exactly to do.
“That’s- That’s my book.” You glanced down at the novel in your hands and shrugged, tossing it onto Tony’s desk.
“Sorry, you left it out. I was bored.” He gave you an incredulous look, leaning forward to quickly grab the book, not taking his eyes off you. As he stared at you, you smirked again, giving him a moment to try and work it out.
“You look… Really familiar, have we met before?” Really? Could noone put two and two together? God you guys looked similar, you were sitting in his desk, you told him you’d be in town… Unless.
“(Y/N)?” You spun in the chair, smirk dropping and glare coming on full throttle.
“Anthony.” You stated. His face paled slightly and he looked from you to the other man who was still standing there confused.
“Anthony? What could I have done, I just got here! Probbie, what did you say to her?” You got up from your chair and rolled your eyes, glare only dropping slightly.
“He didn’t say anything because he doesn’t know who I am, did you not tell them!” Tony gave you a sheepish grin before shaking his head.
“Never came up?” Another eyeroll from your end before you opened your arms, “Well come on, I haven’t seen you in months, and so far this has been a pretty subpar hello.” Tony grinned widely before coming around his desk and enveloping you in a tight hug, lifting your feet from the ground momentarily.
“What is going on?” A woman with an accident asked from behind you, and while Tony continued to squeeze the life out of your body you heard the other man answer.
“I’m… not sure?” When you finally broke apart Tony kept an arm slung loosely around your shoulders, turning to his team and smiling brightly. You grinned as well and watched as it clicked on the other man’s face, his own mouth turning into a surprised ‘o’.
“DiNozzo.” Both of your heads jerked to the side, but your brother quickly dropped his arm from around you, standing slightly straighter.
“No girlfriends in the office.” You both made nearly identical faces of disgust and you stuck your tongue out slightly with a small ‘eyuk’.
“I don’t think they’re dating boss, I think Tony has a family member he’s neglected to tell us about.”
“Right you are McGeek.” Tony gave the other man a dirty look, and you elbowed your brother in the side.
“Introduce me,” You demanded, “Before I actually start thinking you don’t want them to know I exist.”
“Right, Right.” Tony nodded, watching his team began to smirk at him. He crossed his arms moodily. “This is my baby sister (Y/N). Emphasis on baby, and sister, McGeek. Which means hands off. Not that I think my lovely sister has such bad taste as to-”
“Tony.” You quipped, rolling your eyes.
“(Y/N), This is my team, not my team, since Gibbs here is the boss, but that’s Ziva David, and Timothy McGeek.”
“Why didn’t you tell us you had a sister?” Ziva asked, raising an eyebrow. You turned to look at your brother, arms crossing over your chest as you smirked.
“It never came up! And besides McGeek never told us about his so it only seemed fair. (Y/N) and I have a very good sibling-ship going. I was not hiding her. I wasn’t hiding you! It’s just, It’s kinda like in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, I’m Ferris, and you’re Jeanie, and sure we love each other but we love to piss each other off more, and-”
“Shut up Tony.” You laughed, watching your brother flounder trying to find a suitable answer for everyone in the room. Tony listened to you at once, grinning sheepishly again, and McGee let out a low whistle.
“She can shut him up in two words, and we haven’t had a moment of silence in two years. I like her.” He announced. Tony sent him a glare, protective arm going around your shoulders.
“Better not like her too much.” You laughed, patting his chest slightly and grinning up at your brother. It was good to see him again, it’s been too long.
A very confused looking DiNozzo takes Miller away from you. After replacing your zip ties with actual handcuffs he loads Miller into the back of one of the cars. McGee and Ziva are both watching you and Gibbs with zero shame. Gibbs doesn’t seem to care, he’s got a protective arm around your back and is keeping you close to him.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” He asks quietly looking down at you.
“I’m sure. Feeling extremely grateful that you convinced me to learn to shoot.” You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest. He gives a little chuckle and rests his chin on your head, his arms circling your waist.
“Uh, Boss?” McGee says causing Gibbs to shift, his grip doesn’t loosen in the slightest but you do take your head off of his chest and glance over at the Agent.
“Do you, uh, is there something you want to tell us?”
“Nope.” Gibbs says simply and you can’t help but laugh at the surprised look on Agent McGee’s face.
“Gibbs.” You chide and he sighs.
“Ziva, Tony, Tim. We’re dating.”
“You. Are dating a lawyer?” Tony says in astonishment.
“I know, I still can’t believe it.” You tease Gibbs and he scowls down at you for a half second before he gives you that little half smile you’ve come to adore.
“It’s a wonder you put up with me at all.” Gibbs says back and you laugh.
“Well, thank you for all of your help with the case.” Ziva says with a smirk.
“Honestly Ziva, Miller did most of the work. He found me.”
“Still.” She smiles at you, “Made our job easier.”
“I’ll do the paperwork boss.” Tony says before climbing into the driver’s seat of the NCIS owned black car.
“We got this boss.” McGee agrees and Ziva nods before joining the two men in the car. It pulls away and Gibbs catches your chin then presses a kiss to your lips.
“I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I’m fine Gibbs. Better than fine, I get the rest of the night with you.” He chuckles lowly then kisses you again.
For the Anon who requested 21 and 41 with Gibbs “I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” “Quick, kiss me.”
“We lost him?” McGee panted as you two came to a stop, having chased your killer from one side of campus to the other, losing him in a crowd of party goers downtown. Your killer was a student targeting former Marines who had come back to college to finish their education after their service.
“I’ll call Gibbs.” You grumbled, picking up your phone and dialing. You told him your location and he said that they were on their way to meet you and you’d all regroup and move from there. You and Tim stayed where you were, making light conversation but you couldn’t shake a feeling, and the hairs on the back of your neck kept prickling.
“Do you feel like we’re being watched?” You whispered, tugging slightly on McGee’s sleeve. He rolled his eyes at you.
“No.” He stated, pulling his arm away from you, and successfully removing his sleeve from your nervous hands.
“McGee!” You whined slightly giving him a look, “Someone is watching us, I can feel it.”
“What can you feel?” The voice came from directly behind you and you squeaked jumping and turning around, hands going up.
“Not funny DiNozzo!” You glared, punching his arm. Gibbs smirked at him,
“At least you weren’t wrong.” He offered and you rolled your eyes.
“No it was not you two, I just have a really bad feeling, okay?”
“You always have a bad feeling.” Gibbs teased and you crossed your arms over your chest frustrated.
“I’m serious!” Gibbs opened his mouth to answer you, but then his eyes widened and suddenly he was launching himself towards you, there was a loud bang, and you were both on the ground.
In seconds McGee was pulling Gibbs off of you and flipping him onto his back, and that’s when you noticed the blood all over the two of you. The source? His shoulder.
“Gibbs!” You cried, hands pressing to the wound, “McGee?”
“It was Louis, he shot and us, Ziva and Tony are chasing him down, worry about Gibbs.” You nodded your head, putting as much pressure on the wound as your could.
“I’ll be fine (Y/N) It’s a shoulder wound. Just don’t let me bled out.” He instructed and you couldn’t help the little laugh, even when he was the one shot he was still calling the shots… pun not intended.
“I don’t let anything happen to you.” You promised, giving him a tight smile. Gibbs winced slightly.
“McGee, walk away for a minute.”
“McGee.” He barked, and that was not a voice you were able to argue with. McGee got up and took a few paces away, turning his back to you.
“Gibbs?” You asked unsure, his hand came up, gripping your shoulder, then moving to the back of your neck, you watched him, cheeks heating up.
“Can I come back?” McGee called, and you rolled your eyes, looking back down at Gibbs.
“Quick,” He whispered, “kiss me… I might die after all.”
“Don’t say that.” You whispered leaning down to kiss Gibbs gently like you’d done many times before. But never in such a dangerous situation, and never this close to your team.
“I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” You whispered, sniffling back a few tears and he frowned, hand coming down to wipe the tears away.
“Why does it terrify you?”
“Because I can’t lose you this soon after saying that.”
“(Y/N)” Gibbs smiled. “I love you too. You are not losing me.”
Tonight was supposed to be fun. One of your best friends was having a Halloween party at her house, and you’d gotten Gibbs to agree to go with you. You even got him to dress up, even if it was just T-shirt with a superhero logo on it, it was something.
Now you were more than half an hour late, and in the midst of the biggest argument your relationship has ever seen.
“You’re my boyfriend! Not my father! You don’t get the right to tell me what I can and cannot wear!” You shouted, for what felt like the hundredth time. There was only so many ways you could argue the same point over and over again before someone got exhausted.
“I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t wear it!” He snapped at you, throwing his hands into the air, “Stop putting words in my mouth!”
“Oh, right! Telling me that you refused to go a party with me when I’m dressed like this, wasn’t telling me to change?” You asked, following him back out of the kitchen and into the sitting room.
“No! It’s not!” Gibbs walked over to where you kept your drinks and started to pour himself a glass and you scoffed, throwing yourself down onto the sofa.
“That’s fine. Drink! Drink instead of actually trying to sort this out! You are so immature!” You bit at him, regretting your words but God you were so mad. He gave you a dirty look and took a sip.
“You’re impossible to deal with sober.” He threw back and you felt like someone had stabbed you directly in the chest.
“All of this because of a fucking Halloween costume.” You spat, getting back off the sofa, and pushing past him to get to your bedroom. He followed.
“No, all of this because I don’t want to go to some party where I’ll have to watch grown men ogling my girlfriend all night!”
“Why does it matter who oogles me! I don’t oogle them back!” You cried, moving to your dresser and pulling out a pair of pajamas tossing them onto the bed. “I’m wearing a catsuit! I am covered from my ankles to my wrists! What else would you like covered, Jethro? My face?”
“Skin tight, (Y/N) I can see literally everything!” He put his cup on the dresser, coming towards you slightly. “What are you doing?”
“I’m spending the night at Alice’s. I’m going to the party, late, with or without you, and if it’s really without I’m going to go sleep at Alice’s.” You muttered, zipping up your overnight bag.
“Oh I’m the immature one?” He laughed bitterly, “You’re the one who’s running away from any sort of conflict!”
“This! Isn’t conflict!” You yelled, throwing your hands up, “Conflict is an argument about bills or something! This is you being controlling!”
“Yes! I get it! At work you’re in charge! That works for you and your team! I am not your team! I am your girlfriend and we are equals or we’re nothing!” You finally yelled at him, feeling hot tears on your face you turned away quickly. You hated being an angry crier, it made your point a lot less effective.
You felt hands on your shoulders and attempted to shrug them off, but they merely moved down your arms pulling you closer to him.
“You are my team..” He murmured to you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms in a soothing motion. You let out a choked sob and tried to walk away, but he continued, “You’re my teammate. My partner. I’m not your boss. But we are a team and we do things, we face problems together. We work together.” He kissed the spot where your neck became your shoulder, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry I overreacted.” You muttered, sniffling softly. Gibbs laughed into the crook of your neck and placed a few more gentle kisses there.
“No, you needed to put me in my place.” He assured, “Now why don’t we go to your Halloween Party. I can’t promise you I won’t glare down every man that looks your way, but I promise not to leave your side.” You grinned and turned in his arms, giving him a soft kiss.
Ziva: Abu Sayyaf is planning a terrorist attack on the Navy. It will be as devastating as… Gibbs: 9/11. Ziva: You remember 9/11? Gibbs: My boss told me. Ziva: Director Shepard? Gibbs: No, no. My boss. It doesn’t matter. What can I do? Ziva: Remember. Gibbs: I’ve been trying to since I woke up in this room! Ziva: Well, try harder! (Gibbs stares at her) Good, that’s a start. Gibbs: What is? Ziva: The old Gibbs stare. You gave it to all of us: McGee, Tone, me! Gibbs: What are you talking about?! Ziva takes his hand and smacks herself with it.