tony x mcgee

Little Sister

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.

“DiNozzo?”

“Yes boss?”

“Get back to work.” 

Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Title: Who Hurt You? (Part 1)

Pairing: DiNozzo x Reader

Word Count: 2,575

Warnings: angst, abuse from significant other (not Tony), and some cursing I think.

A/N: I have had this series for SO LONG. I was trying to save it for December, but I just couldn’t wait any longer! I hope you all love this! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You made your way to your desk and threw your jacket over the back of your chair.  You had a rough night last night with your boyfriend, Alex.  You had been together for almost two years.  At first he was loving, kind, and caring, but as the months went on he became more aggressive and more hurtful.  Instead of kissing you and taking you on dates, he would insult you and belittle anything you did.  These past few weeks he’d been more physical and you weren’t sure what to do about it.  You knew if your team found out, things would only become more of a hassle for you.  You didn’t want to answer questions and have them pester you on the matter.  You were going to think of a way out, even if it was on your own.  You didn’t want your team to think that you couldn’t handle it.  You fought off bad guys all the time, so this should be no different, right?

Your team was on a case where a Petty Officer was found dead on his ex-wife’s kitchen floor.  The husband and wife had been married for 10 years and he just got back from his last tour.  He was a respectable man and he seemed to be loved, except for the fact that one person didn’t love him enough to not kill him; his wife.  You were the one with the lead, but ultimately Abby pulled through and proved your hunch.  However, you still had to get her confession, so you weren’t done just yet.

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Originally posted by lucifersagents

“What just happened?” Anthony Dinozzo says after Gibbs gives you a quick peck on the lips and goes off to get you a coffee like you asked him too. You smirk over hearing the conversation between Gibbs’ team as you sit in Gibbs’ chair and put your feet on his desk

“Oh hey, um no bad idea Gibbs doesn’t allow anyone to sit in his chair let alone put their feet up on his desk” Timothy McGee warns you but you just smirk

“here’s your coffee Hun” Gibbs walks back in but after seeing your position at his desk he just gives you a look that is disapproving but you just give him a sweet smile as Jethro doesn’t openly tell you to get out of his seat

“Thanks babe” you hop up though to get your coffee give him a kiss on the check and start to walk in the direction of the elevators to see Abby

“Oh and by the way I went through your emails and deleted all of the ones that weren’t important and most likely to give your computer a virus, your welcome” walking off without leaving him time to say anything. Although Gibbs just smiles and sits down at his desk starting to find cases and this leaves the team dumbfounded in silence wondering what just happened

“Get to work” Gibbs says leaving no room for argument as Dinozzo opens his mouth to speak.

2

For the Anon who requested “the team finding out you and McGee hooked up”. Sorry it’s so late. Enjoy!

Working diligently at your desk, you didn’t notice McGee come in. The two of you had spent the night together for the first time last night. You two had always been good friends, but nothing had ever happened. Until last night. You hadn’t ever done anything like that in your life, much less with a coworker and your best friend.

“Hey,” his soft voice came from the desk next to yours. You looked up, smiling softly.

“Hey, Tim.” Your eyes lingered, locked with each other’s for a brief moment, reminiscing in the memory of the last time your eyes had locked. Both of your faces heated and you turned away.

“Oh…my…gosh! Hah! Probie! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Tony’s voice rang out from across the bullpen.

“Tell you what, Tony?” McGee asked, sounding slightly anxious. Tony ignored him, turning to you.

“And YOU! Y/N! How could you keep this from me? Me! Of all people!” Now your face was even redder, and you were hiding behind your y/h/c hair.

“Tell you what, exactly, Tony?” Ziva asked, coming in. You looked up, seeing Gibbs walking toward all of you, panic setting in.

“McGee and y/n! They totally-”

“Anthony DiNozzo Junior, I SWEAR, if you mutter another word…” you threatened, giving him a death glare, second only to Gibbs. Tony piped up, seeing the reason behind your silent threat.

“Morning, Boss!”

“Save it DiNozzo. We have a case,” Gibbs said, grabbing his gear. “Rule 12, y/n,” he said, walking toward you. You rolled your eyes, walking beside him.

“Yeah, yeah. Never date a co-” you started, only to have him cut you off.

“Rule 51,” he stated, looking at you.

“Rule 51?” You hadn’t heard that one before. He leaned down, whispering in your ear.

“Sometimes you’re wrong.” You looked up at him only to see a ghost of a smile on his face. You smiled, walking into the elevator. Tim walked in behind you, grabbing your hand subtly.

It was going to be a good day.

Migraine

For the Anon who asked for 2 (I’m sorry I yelled at you) 21 (Do you think you could go one day without pissing me off?) and 30 (Are you done ranting?) with DiNozzo

Your head was pounding. You had one hell of a migraine but you were needed here. You were the only one who could decipher this stupid code within a reasonable time frame. You’ve got earplugs in to help drown out the noise, one of the NCIS baseball hats and your sunglasses are still on to help block out the lights. You take a sip of water, staying hydrated is important, then turn your face back to the page on your desk in front of you. Your computer is off, keeping away that annoying blue light. Tony swipes your hat off your head jolting it painfully and you swear.
“Tony! Damn it! Give that back!”
“Why so glum? A little hungover are we?”
“No, I have a migraine.” You say through gritted teeth. Why is he so annoying sometimes? You huff softly to yourself, sometimes? Try all the time. “Give me my hat back.”
“Is that what we’re calling them these days? A migraine.”
“Gibbs.” You complain as he comes into the space and yanks your hat off of Tony’s head then tosses it to you in one fluid motion. He knows how bad your migraines can get if you’re not careful. He’s seen what happens, Tony on the other hand has not.
You can hear him chattering away, even through the ear plugs, all morning. Does he ever shut up? It’s when he starts a bad imitation of Cyndi Lauper that you finally snap.
“Tony! Shut the hell up! I can hear you through my earplugs like you’re standing right next to me! Do you think you could go one day, just one fucking day, without pissing me off?”
“Damn. Sorry princess!” He snaps back at you.
“Oh for god sake!” You sneer, “Did I hurt your fragile ego Tony?”
“My ego is not fragile!” You roll your eyes and notice that McGee is watching the two of you in fascination. Gibbs is nowhere to be found.
“Then quit being a baby and shut up. Please! My head is pounding, the letters on this fucking page keep moving around, and I feel like I’m gong to throw up. I just want to get this finished and go home!”
“Wow. I didn’t know you were so crabby when you were hungover.” He says standing and starting away. You stand and move away from your desk, stalking after him.
“I. Am. Not. Hungover.” You snap and when he stops suddenly and turns on you you come to a quick halt behind him. Standing there hits you suddenly. You didn’t take care of the migraine like you should have. Too much light, or noise, or not enough water. Tony opens his mouth to retort when his eyes go wide in surprise. The last thing you’re aware of is Gibbs yelling your name as he charges toward you.
You’re propped up against something warm. The pounding in your head is worse than before but it usually is when you pass out.
“Are you done ranting now?” The warm thing asks softly, sounding very concerned.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You mumble softly.
“It’s fine. I didn’t realize how bad they got.” Tony admits gently.
“How long was I out?” You mutter.
“Long enough.” Gibbs says grimly, “You’re going home and Tony is taking you.”
“No Gibbs! I’m fine. I need to finish.” He looks down at you in amusement.
“You’re going home.” He repeats and you sigh.
“Fine.” He helps you to your feet and you gather your things from your desk, including the file.
“Leave it.” Gibbs growls.
“Gibbs.” You huff only succeeding in making him laugh softly. You follow Tony to the elevator mumbling about how annoyed you are and how all you want to do is your damn job and is that too much to ask? You stop when the elevator opens again.
“Are you done?“ Tony asks quietly a small smile on his face. You purse your lips at him but nod. “Good.” He pulls you gently to him, “You scared me today.” He admits softly. “One minute you were arguing and the next you were headed to the floor. Why did you tell me they get that bad?”
“Would you have believed me?”
“I don’t know. I am glad you’re going home though. I have orders to stay with you.”
“Tony I’ll be fine. I’m going to go to bed.”
“Gibbs orders. He’s the boss kid.” He say giving you a gentle squeeze then letting you go. Well, at least he’d watch good movies with you.

Gibbs’ team finding out that you’re their long-lost niece/nephew would involve:

  • Gibbs would immediately tell you that you could stay with him anytime.
  • Tony would make some insensitive joke about ‘Papa Dinozzo’ and how his dad must have done something…
  • Ziva has no idea to react and honestly she doesn’t really believe you at first
  • Abby INSTANTLY loves you and she hugs you and tries to give you cookies
  • McGee doesn’t know what to think, he just kinda stands there and stares at you, but he warms up to it
  • Ellie hugs you and gives you some food of course
  • Bonus: Ducky smiles all warm and wraps an arm around your shoulders and then says something super Scottish

~requested by ANON

Surprise Visitor

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.

“Yes boss?”

“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.

The NCIS team reacting to you messing around under the table:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Gibbs can probably be naughty and playful, if he wants to be. He likes to keep his work life and his sex life completely separated, so when you start getting handsy beneath the table, he honestly wouldn’t know how to respond. Should he humour you and pretend it isn’t happening, or whisper in your ear that you can touch him as much as you want when you get home? I guess it just depends on his mood.

Tony DiNozzo: Is a little shocked at first. He honestly didn’t expect you to do this with the team around. Tony likes to think that he’s the kinky one in the relationship, so when he feels your hand on him, it surprises him. But I think Tony would instantly get into the swings of things. Probably even return the favour.

Tim McGee: Jumps in his chair. Blushes so bad. Big, wide eyes. Will stutter if somebody tries to talk to him. It won’t be that hard to tell what’s happening, due to McGee getting so flustered from the act. He’s not exactly the most adventurous type; especially around his team. Tim really doesn’t need another reason for Tony to tease him.

Ellie Bishop: Will get really flustered, like McGee. But she’s way better at hiding it. Yeah, she’s going to blush so bad. She might trip over her own words. But secretly, I think Ellie would like the risk. It’s not like she’s ever done anything like this before, and she is an adventurous, daring person. I don’t see her pushing your hand away.

Nick Torres: Will blush and get kinda flustered, but Nick will automatically like it. He’d be grinning and shooting you hidden winks. And he’d be really good at hiding what’s going on. The entire time, he’s giving you this smoldering look that makes you really impatient to get home as quickly as possible.

Engagement

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!


Originally posted by omgitstuesdaymannn

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 agent.

“I…you just…Boss, she’s in your chair,” Tony stated, dumbfounded.

“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.

Not Red

For the Anon who asked for 46 (Wait a minute, are you jealous?) with Gibbs


You place the coffee on his desk then headed up to Director Vance’s office and to your desk outside his door. You update his calendar before he gets in then start fielding calls from other agency’s, directors, agents, Captains and other Navy personnel.
“Morning.” Director Vance says on his way to his office.
“Good morning sir.”
“Fair warning Gibbs is going to be coming up here in a few minutes and he’s not going to be happy.” Sometimes you think Vance kept you in this position was because you and Abby were really the only two people that could stop a Gibbs anger train.
“Thanks for the heads up sir.” He closes his office door behind him and you prepare for the storm coming your way.
Sure enough ten minutes later Gibbs come charging into the room followed by an equally angry red headed woman.
“He’s expecting you.” You say pushing the warning buzzer you and Vance had set up for exactly these moments. Gibbs hardly looks at you as he barges into his boss’ office and you let out a sigh. Ten minutes later the woman comes out looking triumphant and stalks away. Her hips swaying a bit more than you feel necessary.
“Hey.” Gibbs says pulling your attention to him.
“Hey yourself. So, what was that all about?”
“Vance is making me work with Diane.”
“Hold up, like your ex Diane?”
“Yea.” He sighs heavily and rubs his face. “Thanks for the coffee.” He smiles at you and you swear your heart stops as those blue eyes lock with yours even through a drink of his coffee.
“It’s a really hard order Gibbs. One tall coffee. Black.” You deadpan causing a small laugh to escape his lips. You give him a little half smirk then take a sip of your own coffee.
“What do you get?”
“Coffee.” You tease and he narrows his eyes at you. “Two creams, one sugar and a pump of caramel.”
“Fancy coffee then.”
“Just because you drink it black doesn’t mean every other kind of coffee is fancy.” You counter with a laugh. This is your favorite Gibbs. The one that you can tease and will tease you back, sometimes it takes a while to draw this Gibbs out and you’re glad that isn’t the case today.
“Jethro.” Diane snaps sticking her head into the doorway. “Let’s go.” She is a pretty woman, harsh but pretty.
“I’ll talk to you later. Thank you again.” He says softly before disappearing out the door.
You don’t see him again for three days. Something that is uncommon for the two of you and you can’t help but blame the presence of Diane for the lack of face time with Gibbs. Every time you think you’re going to have a moment with him she suddenly appears like a bat out of hell and demands something from him, he goes. Which is unusual for Gibbs, to take orders from anyone including his boss. It’s on the fourth day you try to grab a quick lunch with him. Every Thursday you get a quick bite, you think it’s so he can make sure that you’re remembering to eat.
“Hey Tony have you seen Gibbs?” You ask, your wallet in your hand.
“He’s off with Diane somewhere. What’s up?”
“We have a standing lunch.”
“Good luck with that one this week.” Tim grumbles, “Diane has had him on a short leash all week.”
“Believe me I’ve noticed.” You complain then give the two men a shrug and head out.
You get a sandwich to take back to the office, walking through the street by yourself isn’t nearly as nice.
“You work for NCIS don’t you?” A man asks walking alongside you.
“No.” You lie easily. You don’t know this guy.
“I don’t believe you.” He says coldly, something about him is off. When you feel the hard metal against your side you know you’re in some serious trouble. “I know you work for Leon Vance. You’re his personal attendant.”
“What do you want?” You ask anxiously.
“I want Vance. Where is he?”
“I don’t know. I don’t memorize his schedule.”
“You’re gonna find out where he is and until you do I’m not going anywhere.”
“I have to go to my computer.”
“Fine.” He snaps before taking hold of your arm and hiding the gun behind it. “You talk to anyone or signal anyone and I’ll kill you.” He shoves the gun against your side.
“Okay.” You whisper, this is suddenly much more terrifying than it was a second before. You walk with him back to the Navy yard and he keeps a firm grip on your arm, even as you ride up to the third floor on the elevator.
You see him the second you step off of the elevator. Like your eyes are drawn to his strong stature.
“Keep going.” Your captor demands your eyes flick desperately toward Gibbs. He doesn’t seem to get your SOS though as you walk past his team, he’s too busy listening to Diane. Oh you hate her right now. “Laugh at something I’ve said.” You let out a very forced chuckle as you make your way up the stairs to your office. When you get there he shuts the door, the click of the latch makes your stomach drop in an unpleasant way. You go to move away from him but he doesn’t let go.
“I need to go to my computer to see where the director is.” You say calmly, he lets you go but keeps his gun trained on you. You round your desk and sit, willing your hands not to shake as you type in your password and pull up Director Vance’s schedule.
“Where is he?”
“A budget meeting at the Pentagon.”
“Call him. Tell him there’s been an emergency.” You nod and pick up the phone.
“What kind of emergency?”
“I don’t know. Whatever will get him back here. Don’t you dare tell him I’m here or that your life is in danger or you’ll be dead before anyone can get up here.”
“I won’t.” You mutter before looking down to dial. There’s a loud crack and you scream pressing yourself back into the chair. It takes the door flying open for you to realize that your captor is laying on the ground, you don’t know if he’s dead or not but at this point you’re not so sure you care. Gibbs appears from behind the door and kicks away the gun on the floor before looking up at you. Tony follows him in and moves toward the man on the ground while Gibbs makes his way to you.
“Hey.” He soothes, “You okay?”
“Is-is he dead?”
“No.” He almost seems annoyed by the fact. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” He says reaching for your hand. You give it willingly and don’t look over at the man on the floor but follow Gibbs silently out of the room. When you reach the hallway he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to him. “Are you okay?” He asks again.
“I think so.” You murmur into his chest. Oh this is nice. “I didn’t think you’d notice that I was in trouble.” You admit softly.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well Diane has kept you busy.”
“Wait a minute are you jealous?” You can practically hear the smile in his voice.
“No.” You lie and when you hear the breathy laugh you know he’s not convinced.
“I’ll always be there to protect you.” He says in a strangely open moment for Gibbs. “I knew the second you came in something was wrong.”
“I just haven’t seen you in a few days so I assumed-”
“Don’t.” He says pulling away before pressing his lips to yours. You’re stunned for a second before you wrap your arms around his neck and return his kiss.
“About time.” An unfamiliar voice says. You pull away and can’t believe that you’re seeing Diane. “Glad you saved her. But Darius has resurfaced so we have to go.”
“Take McGee.” He says looking down at you then kisses you again.

A/N I’m so sorry I suck at writing Gibbs. I tried. 😑

Watching You

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.”

“Boss, I-”

“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.”

3

Tony narrowed his eyes at the flatscreen, where pictures of the victims showed their names, birthdates, and just about everything else. The case had stumped the whole team, and pretty much everyone was on edge. Tony took a deep breath, and glanced sideways to you and McGee. “I see dead people.” The agent remarked, pointing to the flatscreen.

With a cross snort and a roll of your eyes, you kept your eyes on Tim’s computer screen. “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Tony grinned in your direction, delight bright in his eyes. “Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth." 

Tim smirked a bit at your and Tony’s banter, and he glanced up. “What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.”

Despite your previous irritation, you started laughing at the sheer foolishness of what you and your teammates were doing just to crack some smiles. Tony and Tim were grinning, as well. At least Gibbs wasn’t here to scold the three of you.


Requested by awkward-wayward-daughter~

The Admiral

“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.”
He threatens.
“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.

Can you do a preference describing how Gibbs, Tony, & McGee sound when they orgasm?? 


Gibbs: More moany than you’d expect. Not long, drawn-out moans. Shorter ones that convey just how powerful his orgasm is. His moans are more high-pitched than you’re ever going to hear his voice have. He doesn’t say much when he comes; Gibbs is a man of few words. But don’t be surprised when you hear a few swear words come up, along with your name. All around just really hot moans and heavy breathing and swearing.

Tony: He’ll probably be saying more than anybody on this list. It’ll be swear words combined with your name and some compliments. Tony is all grins while he’s telling you how good you feel, and just as he’s coming, a string of curse words would come up; one after the other. And he finishes them off with a slight moan of your name.

McGee: Lots of deep breathing and moans. McGee is probably the moan-iest one. Just these little noises from the back of his throat. He’s trying to say your name, trying to tell you how much he loves you. But McGee can’t seem to get the words out and it just comes out as filthy moans instead. And once he’s at his peak, he’ll just devolved into harsh and heavy breathing in your ear. Maybe a groan or two.

Requested by Anon~

A Nautical Serial Killer

“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.
“Agent Miller?”
“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.”
“No thanks.”
“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.”
“Understood. ETA?”
“Five.”
“See you then.” You hang up and look at Agent Gibbs. “Make that five victims.”

DiNozzo

For the anon who requested number 8 and 13 “I trusted you!” “Who do I have to kill?” with McGee

“Probie, Probie Junior.” Tony greeted you, dropping down into the chair behind his desk with a big smirk. You rolled your eyes behind your computer screen and shook your head.

“Not a probie.” You corrected and Tony’s smirk merely doubled in size, and he leaned back shoving his feet up onto his desk.

“You’re new to NCIS and our team; that makes you a probie.” He argued, and you sighed, still refusing to look up from your computer. It’s like with little kids; they want you attention and if you give an inch they take a mile.

“If (Y/N) is a probie, doesn’t that mean I’m no longer a probie?” Tim piped up causing Tony to tisk.

“That’s where you’re wrong, my young McFoolish. I am still the senior field agent, you’re both my young Probiwans.” You finally glanced up at Tony with an amused look before glancing at Tim and back at Tony.

“Well I mean, if Tim is your probie, wouldn’t I be Tim’s probie?” You supplied, watching Tony roll that over in his mind before smirking again.

“I bet you’d like to be McLover’s probie wouldn’t you McGirly.”

“Tony,” Tim commented in a warning voice, shooting you a quick glance. You snorted and grabbed the files from your desk giving Tony a look as you passed behind his desk, and not sparing Tim a glance.

“Mind your business, DiNosy.” You scolded him before heading off towards the stairs so you could go down to Abby’s lab with your freshly printed information. And to get a well deserved break from Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.

“Ooo!” Tony grinned getting up and grabbing a few random things from his desk so he could follow you down. You heard Tim call after him again in a warning voice but that never stopped Dinozzo. “Who put you into such a mood?”

“Go away, Tony!” You muttered, your amusement fighting a losing battle with the annoyance at Tony and the anger at Tim.

“Come on, (Y/N). Who pissed in your Corn Flakes?” He continued to tease, “Or did someone piss in your morning after eggs that Timmy Tam cooked you.” You whipped around, eyes going wide.

“Tony!” You shouted, feeling your cheeks going bright red, “When I said mind your business! I really really meant mind your damn business!” Tony’s eyes went kinda wide, hands going up in surrender.

“Hey stop yelling, I’m just teasing you! What’s got into you, you usually take jokes pretty well,” He continued to tease and you felt your hands shaking slightly as you tried to keep your anger and hurt in check. “Come on, I’m serious, who put you in such a fowl mood? Who do I have to kill?”

“Tony!” You cried out once more, pushing past the other man and beelining it towards Abby’s lab, “For once in your life drop it.”

———————————————————————-

You got into the passenger seat of the car at the end of the night pulling your cellphone from your pocket and checking a few personal emails you’d received throughout the day.

“You’re angry.” Tim commented and you took your time rolling your eyes and deleting the junk mail before glancing at him.

“You work that out all on your own or did you have to get Tony’s help?” You snapped leaning forward and flicking the radio on to signal that you were done with this conversation. Tim immediately turned it off.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He snapped and you rubbed your temples, shaking your head left to right.

“Can you take me to my apartment please, I just need some alone time.” Tim turned the car on and slowly pulled out of his parking spot.

“I’ll take you wherever you want to go, but you need to tell me what I did that was so wrong? So I can fix it. Communication.” You turned your head scoffing.

“You’ve got no idea?” Tim spared you a quick and hopeless looking glance. “Tony cornered me in the hallway, Tim.”

“Oh..”

“Oh? Really? I trusted you! We talked and talked about this and we agreed to keep this to ourselves until we agreed otherwise! Then you go and tell Tony? Who has the biggest gossip mouth in all of NCIS?” You ranted, turning your body to face Tim more. He reached a hand out and gently wrapped in around your wrist, giving a light tug.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) listen.” He cooed slightly. You couldn’t tell if his calm voice was making you settle down or making you more angry with him that he wasn’t fighting back.

“What!”

“I did not tell Tony.”

“But.. He knew.” Tim gave an half hearted shrug, “Tony sensed something was up. He asked. I told him nothing was happening and he didn’t believe me, so Tony did what he does best and snooped. He read my.. Our text messages.”

“That little-”

“I know, I know. But you can’t be too mad, it’s Tony. We both knew keeping secrets from them would be both hard and unwise. I want to tell Abby before Tony does.” You sat for a moment before nodding your head.

“Okay.

“Okay?”

“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions…” You murmured, scratching the back of your neck and giving him a shy smile. Tim pulled your hand up to his mouth and placed a quick kiss to your knuckles before resting your clasped hands in his lap.

“I’m sorry I didn’t use a safer phone password.” You laughed and nodded your head, “Still want to go home?”

“Nah, you called my bluff.” You and Tim both chuckled and he made a quick left, heading off in the direction of his apartment instead.

Mr. Jealousy

For an Anon who requested a jealous DiNozzo! Hope this was jealous enough! 

“Here I brought your coffee. You left it in my car.” You looked up the paperwork you were reviewing to give McGee a smile.

“You didn’t have to go back and get it, there’s coffee in the kitchen.” But even as you were saying that you were lifting the cup to your mouth, taking a long sip.

“Yeah but it’s not nearly as strong as what you drink, and we all know you’re an absolute bear in the morning without the proper levels of caffeine.” He teased you, leaning on the side of your desk. You laughed and agreed before asking him about a show that both of you watched, asking if he’d seen this week’s episode.

Out of the corner of your eye you could vaguely see Tony sulking, handing his papers a little harder than he usually would, and making a lot of noise in doing so. You raised an eyebrow at McGee but continued to talk, ignoring the mild temper tantrum going on beside you.

“I always have it set to record, just incase we get called away and I miss it.” Tim explained, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“Better than what I do. My TV is so old it doesn’t record anything anymore, so I may or may not find a way to download it off the internet.” You laughed and Tim shook his head.

“That’s why your computer always has viruses, stop doing that. Just come over and watch it- that way we can throw our theories out right away and-”

“Can you two shut up and go do some work!” Tony snapped, causing both of you to look over surprised.

“What?” You asked, both eyebrows raising.

“I want to get this paperwork done, so I can leave. And you two keep running your mouths! (Y/L/N) Try getting some work done, McGeek Abby wanted you to go down and help her with something. Talk about your shows on your own time.” You were stunned. After Tony’s little outburst he turned back to his desk, ducking his head and staring at the paper he’d been “reviewing” for the past five minutes. Tony was usually the last person in this building to get on people for not doing their work.

McGee looked like he wanted to argue back but you shook your head and motioned towards the elevators, whispering “I got it.”

You waited for McGee to leave for Abby’s before getting up and walking over to Tony’s desk, sitting on your usual corner. You sat for a moment, watching him scribbling angrily, refusing to look at you.

“You going to tell me what crawled up your ass and died?” You asked eventually, grabbing the pen from his hand before he went all the way through the paper and had to start over.

“I don’t know, (Y/L/N). Why don’t you go ask your boyfriend McGeek?” Tony bit, grabbing for the pen. You laughed, holding it away from him.

“My boyfriend?” You asked, reaching a hand out and playfully feeling Tony’s forehead, “Do you have a fever or something?” He swatted your hand away glaring and it clicked, “Oh…” You nodded smirking.

“Oh…. what?” Tony asked.

“You’re jealous.”

“Me?” He snorted, “Jealous of  McGeek?”

“Jealous I was over there talking to Tim about our “shows” instead of being over here.” You grinned. Tony glared at you.

“He drove you to work.”

“My car is in the shop, Tony, what did you want me to do? Walk?” You laughed, grinning at this jealous version of Tony. Tony was a protective person, and you’d seen him make a spectacle before when someone had insulted your team, but this jealous was all for you, because you let McGee drive you to work and talked about shows.

“You could have called me.”

“Tim lives about fifteen minutes closer to me.” You reminded him placing your hand over his and squeezing. “Do you want to add half and hour to your morning commute to come get me tomorrow?” He gave you a little huff before nodding.

“I don’t mind.” You laughed loudly and leaned down, giving his cheek a sweet kiss.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about with Tim.” You promised, giving the hand another squeeze. Tony smirked, his jealousy turning back into his normal arrogance.

“Of course I don’t. However, my TV does record, and I’d much rather you come watch your ridiculous shows at my house. Okay?” Rolling your eyes you nodded and hopped off his desk, intending on actually starting your work now.

“It’s a date, Mr. Jealousy.”

Chris Jealousy LaSalle

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Title: Chris Jealousy LaSalle

Characters: LaSalle x Reader, Tony, McGee, Abby, Gibbs

Word count: 1,087

Warnings: Fluffish?

A/N: This was requested by @native-snowflake! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

It was no secret that you used to work with Gibbs in Washington D.C..  LaSalle knew that you used to rely on your old teammates here.  When Pride sent you and LaSalle up to D.C. to help Gibbs, he was more than happy to oblige, especially since he was going with you.  Pride knew that he could count on you and LaSalle.  The two of you were a power couple; almost nothing could stop the two of you.

“Are ya excited to see your team again [Y/N],” LaSalle asked as he drove down the road, getting closer to D.C.’s NCIS headquarters.  “Ah know it’s been a few years since ya’ve seen ‘em.”

“I’m sure everyone will be as glad to see me as much as I’ll be glad to see them,” you smiled.  “I can’t wait to introduce you to Abby.  She’s going to go crazy when I tell her you’re my boyfriend.”

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