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Gif source:  Tony  |  Spencer

Imagine Tony thinking it’s crazy that you’re so flustered around Spencer Reid since you’re usually so confident.

——— Request for anon ———

“I just don’t get it,” DiNozzo sighs as he leans a little too comfortably on your desk, distracting you from your shy glances towards the conference room where the BAU had set up. “You’ve always had an ego to rival my own, but as soon as that lanky one walks off the elevator, you’re mush!”

“Shut up, Tony!” you hiss, tearing your eyes away from Dr. Reid and towards your coworker to level him with a sharp glare.

“Hey, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were into him or something,” DiNozzo shrugs, only for his eyes to widen in shock as a flustered blush spreads over your face. “No way! You really are into the brainiac Fed?”

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Gif source:  Diane  |  Rebecca  |  Gibbs

Imagine being Gibbs’ new wife and younger than all his other ones, so when you get pregnant his ex-wives come to meet you and you wind up actually becoming good friends with them, much to Gibbs’ horror.

——— Request for anon ———

“Jay’s a damn cradle robber,” Rebecca laughs jokingly as she sees you for the first time in person when you open the familiar door to Jethro’s house. Was it weird meeting your husband’s exes? Kind of, but then again things where Jethro was concerned weren’t always traditional.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, sweetie,” Diane smiles, giving you a quick hug as she follows in wife number four while carrying a casserole dish filled with something she no doubt didn’t cook herself. “Congratulations on the baby.”

“Thank you, Diane. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you where you can put that, but the kitchen’s in there nonetheless,” you laugh, closing the door after them. Halfway into a dinner filled with the three of you actually getting along quite well, the front door opens unannounced thanks to its constant state of being unlocked.

Jethro comes into view, stopping in his tracks with his coat halfway off as soon as he spots the table filled with his blasts from the past. The look on his face is something you don’t think you’ve ever seen before on him.

Sheer horror.

“Oh, hey, Jethro,” you smile, getting up from the table to give him a peck on the cheek that seems to get him working again as his jacket slowly comes the rest of its way from his shoulders before he stands there, awkwardly holding it, “There’s still some dinner in the kitchen if you want any.”

“What is going on here?”