A/N: This was requested by an Anon. I hope you all enjoy this! I sure do love writing Gibbs (and Pride omg). Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! *You can still request headcanons, imagines, and one shots!*
This case was taking a lot out of you. Not only were you exhausted, but you were feeling on edge. The case involved a young girl who just lost her mom. It reminded you of your own childhood. Your mom was murdered when you were just a little girl. Even when you tried to stop thinking about it, the thoughts kept coming back. You were on the brink of a panic attack.
Not only were you on edge, but so was the rest of the team. McGee and DiNozzo had to go take a breather. Everyone was so perplexed by this case that nothing was getting done in a timely manner. You stayed so you could look over the evidence you had on one suspect.
Gibbs strolled into the bullpen, pausing at your desk. He squinted his eyes at you, studying how erratic your breathing was. He took a step closer to your desk, standing to the side. “Everything alright [Y/L/N],” Gibbs asked in a low voice.