summary: dwayne pride is so loved and admired in new orleans. so much so, reader finds it difficult to measure up.

Pride Request- reader’s insecure about whatever (from body to competence or whatever) and he’s like “bruh” and it’s this hurt/comfort cute bit

words: 1,361

warnings: feelings of insecurity

tags: @stanathanxoox @pageofultron @6adb0y @thegoodlonelydalek @consultingdoctorwholock​ @starryrevelations​ @thebeckyjolene​ @diaryofafan17​ @specialagentlokitty​

Dwayne is like a whole other man on stage.

And that’s not a bad thing, in the least. In fact, the way he can lose himself in the music - how much he can smile and laugh without a care in the world - is quite the sight to see. The day could be as rotten as they come, but you’ve seen just how much playing with the band means to Dwayne. How much it could pull him away from whatever sour mood he’s in.

He invited you up on stage. You declined. That wasn’t a place you were quite comfortable intruding in on; something so sacred to Dwayne and unfamiliar to you, it wouldn’t have felt as right as it probably should.

And you didn’t even devolve into dancing with the team in front of the stage. From the seat at the bar, you can see Tammy and Sebastian twirling about. Hannah and Loretta laughing and dancing along with the music. All enjoying themselves without the weight that you seem to be carrying tonight. 

“Because I wanted you to know. Because I wanted you to know. Because I wanted you to know.”

this was requested by one of my favorite people, one of my fandom moms, the lovely @evazarovas. thank you for everything you do for me, this was the least I could do for you.

“Is anyone else burning up right now?”

“Tammy, it’s seventy degrees in here.”

Tammy huffed and dropped into her chair, shedding her jacket as she did so. She rolled up her sleeves and tried to catch her breath from the sudden movements. Ignoring the worried looks from Hannah, Tammy ran a hand through her hair and tried to focus on the work in front of her despite the hammering she felt in her head. It didn’t take long for Tammy to realize she was getting sick, which was one of her least favorite conditions. She’s despised being sick since she was a little girl catching the flu from classmates and she knew this would be no different. She hoped Hannah wouldn’t catch on and make her stay home, even though she technically had no authority over the team.

Having dealt with a sick child many times in her past, Hannah knew exactly what was going on with Tammy. She had spent plenty of days at home taking care of Naomi when she was sick and she was familiar with the signs of a cold.

Hannah crossed the squad room, perching on the corner of Tammy’s desk. “You’re sick, Tammy.”

“I’m not sick,” Tammy muttered, refusing to look up from her computer. She knew she couldn’t lie to the woman if she looked her in the eye, so she tried to avoid doing so for as long as possible.

Hannah laid her hand on Tammy’s shoulder, letting the agent know that she knew she was lying. Her touch was gentle, but firm which she hoped would make Tammy turn around and face her. She, of course, knew the woman well and a small smile grew on her lips as she watched Tammy slowly turn around to face her. Hannah reached out slowly and pressed her hand against Tammy’s forehead, concern growing on her face as she felt the heat radiating from the woman’s skin.

“You have a fever, darling. You need to go home and get some medicine and some fluids in you.”

Tammy felt her breathing hitch when Hannah called her darling, although that could have reasonably been from the cold. She looked up at Hannah through half-lidded eyes and chewed on her lip. She hated feeling vulnerable, which was the primary reason she hated being sick. Tammy knew she should be at home getting better, but she felt like she would be letting down the team if she did so. After intense consideration, Tammy finally nodded and sighed. She signed out of her computer and reached to grab her keys from her desk, but a hand covering her own stopped her.

“I’ll take you to get some medicine and then I’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be driving in this state,” Hannah said softly, giving Tammy’s hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. She looked to Pride for approval of her decision and continued when he gave her a nod. “I’ll give you a ride to work when you come back.”

“Thank you,” Tammy whispered, not having the energy to argue with Hannah. It was as if somehow admitting that she was sick made her symptoms worse within the span of minutes.

As Hannah slowly ushered Tammy out of the squad room, she felt Pride’s hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him while still managing to keep Tammy on her feet.

“Take as much time as you need with her, we can manage here for a while. Take care of her,” he said, giving her a knowing look.

Nodding, Hannah shot him an appreciative smile and waved at Sebastian as she turned to leave the building once more. At that moment, Hannah decided to take Tammy to her house and put her in her bedroom so she could keep a close eye on her. She would spend the day taking care of Tammy, knowing Tammy would do the same for her in a heartbeat.

Once Hannah finally managed to get Tammy into the house, she led her down the hall to her bedroom with a gentle hand on the small of her back. Hannah carefully guided Tammy to the bed and pulled off the woman’s shoes, setting them on the ground at the end of the bed. Hannah’s hands expertly removed the remainder of Tammy’s clothes, although this was a much different situation than any time she had done this before. When Hannah carefully unclipped Tammy’s bra, she took a step back and wondered how it was possible that Tammy still looked beautiful even when being plagued with an illness. She only took a few moments before grabbing a shirt for Tammy to sleep in and pulled it down over the woman’s head.

Hannah worked in silence, not wanting to contribute to the headache she knew was worsening in Tammy’s head. She stacked the pillows on the bed to support Tammy as she sat up against them so she could take her medicine before curling back up in bed. After setting Tammy’s glass of water back on the nightstand beside the bed, Hannah turned to get herself a t-shirt to change into so she could relax with Tammy until it was time for her to pick Naomi up from school.

Tammy reached out and wrapped her fingers around Hannah’s wrist, grabbing the woman’s attention. “Thank you, Hannah. I really appreciate this.”

Hannah smiled at her girlfriend and pressed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Of course, baby girl. I will always be here to take care of you.”

Letting go of Hannah’s wrist, Tammy let Hannah return to her actions. She watched as Hannah stripped out of her clothing and wondered if Hannah knew she was the best thing to happen to her. She had never met someone with a heart as caring as Hannah’s and she didn’t think she ever would, besides Hannah’s daughter, Naomi. Watching Hannah make sure she was comfortable once more before slipping into the bed beside her, Tammy knew the exact label for what she felt toward the woman. Love.

•• Wow I pumped this one out pretty fast, huh? Here’s to my first Jack fic! 🥂 For Anon, enjoy! ••

Seeing Jack step out of her office sent butterflies through your stomach. Gibbs had sent you to grab her to observe the interrogation of the suspect, but you hadn’t planned to see her wearing…that. It was October in D.C., and it had been getting progressively colder, so you suppose that Jack wearing a dress lined with fake goose feathers wasn’t that shocking. It also just so happened to be red, your favorite color. She shut the door to her office and turned towards you. “(Y/n)! I was just about to head to the bullpen for an update on the case.” She tilted her head slightly and you clenched one of your hands into a fist, cutting your thumbnail into your palm. “Is everything alright?” You coughed and laughed. “Yeah, just think I might be coming down with a cold. Gibbs sent me to get you, he’s about to start the interrogation.” “Oh! Better not keep him waiting then.” You didn’t have time to react as she grabbed your wrist and pulled you along behind her. You were glad she couldn’t see your face, you were biting your lip to keep from squealing. She only let go when you got to interrogation. You opened the door and saw Gibbs standing by the mirror with his arms crossed. “Took you long enough.” “Sorry, Gibbs. I was going for a coffee when (Y/n) found me.” He nodded before walking out of the room. Once the door shut you chuckled. “Only you can lie to Gibbs’s face and get away with it.” “Hmm, not true. Remember Jimmy last year?” “The case with his brother-in-law? Yeah, I remember.” You both watched the suspect silently. “How much you wanna bet he gives in the next five minutes?” You joked. Jack nodded. “With the physical cues he’s giving,  he’s guilty of something. He seems to be getting more and more anxious as the interrogation goes on, so I’m expecting him to confess shortly.” “Is that just an elaborate way of saying that you agree with me?” She laughed. “More or less. Now, there’s a different elephant in the room we have to address.” “What?” You questioned. “You.” She crossed her arms. “You’re always acting different around me than when you’re with the others.” “I-I do not!” “You’re doing it right now!” “Did I do something?” “No! It’s not that at all! Jack-” You ran your hands through your hair with a groan. “You didn’t do anything.” “(Y/n).” She laid a hand on your shoulder and you tensed. She noticed and let her hand drop back to her side. “What’s wrong, honey? You can tell me anything.” You wanted to slam your head on the glass of the mirror, but you felt like Gibbs wouldn’t appreciate that much, especially since it looked like the suspect was giving him names and dates. You weren’t paying much attention anymore. “I like girls.” You said, “I-I like you.” You looked over at her to see her reaction and she had a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. “Gee, thanks. I just opened up to you.” “No, no, it’s not that.” She took a deep breath and smiled, “I’ve been waiting for you to say something.” “WHAT!” “Hey, I didn’t want to make the first move if you weren’t comfortable.” She leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek. “How about we start with dinner?”

“let’s do this right

let’s go to paradise”

CHAPTER 5

Summary: Tensions between reader and Gibbs finally erupt, and reader confesses something big to Dwayne.

Words: 4,502

Warnings: None

Notes: AND THATS THE END! uwuwu tell me what yall think

Part 4

The most difficult part, by far, of being trapped in Jethro’s house was going back and forth from the kitchen to the living room with coffee. It was a slow, arduous process of limping, wincing at the pain, and trying not to spill the coffee too much.

Though, in hindsight, you’re not even sure why you’re making as much coffee as you are. It’s not like you have a lot of work to keep you busy. Gibbs brought home some files of the case for you to look over and help out; their guy lawyered up as soon as Dwayne and Jethro started getting too close. He left, leaving the team to scramble and find something absolutely damning to hit him with.

But the files are next to useless. They’re nothing compared to all the resources at NCIS, and being unable to access it only leaves you alone with your thoughts in a big, empty house.

a little angsty tabastian fic that only came into being because of motivation given to me by @dwaynepride

When Tammy walked into the squad room, she wasn’t expecting to be ambushed by Sebastian. He had been staring at the door, waiting for her to arrive. She wasn’t even past the door frame when she noticed him walking toward her. Tammy tried to ignore the pleading look on his face as she walked toward her desk, but his constant gaze was starting to aggravate her.

“What?” she snapped, turning to face Sebastian. She had been on edge recently and she truly didn’t want to hear another lecture about being later than usual to work. Her face softened as she watched her friend’s face fall and she took a deep breath. She realized she had no actual reason to snap at him and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Sebastian shook his head, adjusting the glasses on his face, “Can we talk?” He wanted to get to the bottom of this behavior he had witnessed.

Tammy forced herself to not roll her eyes at the question. It was one she was hearing often and she was tired of people asking to talk to her. Everyone was concerned about how she was doing and it was driving her crazy. Tammy didn’t want to talk about her feelings, she wanted to move past them and go back to normal. Or rather, she didn’t want the pity that came when she began to talk about her feelings. She would prefer to compartmentalize her feelings and pretend they didn’t exist. She knew this wasn’t an option with Sebastian, so she nodded her head in agreement and followed him to the courtyard.

“I tried to text you last night,” Sebastian said, worry filling his voice. His statement felt like a punch to the gut to Tammy. She had opened his message and started to reply several times before putting her phone back down and eventually shutting it off completely. She had known it wasn’t a good idea, but she was tired of the texts she was receiving.

She shrugged and focused her gaze on her feet. “I was busy.”

Sebastian immediately knew something was wrong; Tammy never looked down as she spoke, she had too much confidence to do so. It was one of the things he admired the most about the other agent.

“What were you doing? You weren’t at the Tru Tone.”

Tammy’s head snapped up at the latter statement. “Are you keeping tabs on me? That’s extremely invasive and, not to mention, unnecessary.”

“I’m worried about you, Tammy!” Sebastian hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but he knew it would convey his emotions properly. He tried not to raise his voice often, but he couldn’t help it. He had been worrying about Tammy for weeks and she was shutting him out. “After Sonja leaving, I knew you were a mess. But with everything with Claire, things have gotten worse. You don’t come out with the team as much, you seem distant. How am I supposed to make sure you’re doing okay when you don’t even talk to me anymore?”

“Do you want to hear about it, Sebastian? Do you really?” Tammy asked, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian. “Do you want to hear about how I blame myself for Sonja leaving? Or how I wish Brooklyn had never met me because she was drugged and stuffed into a trunk? Do you want to hear that I can’t even look into a mirror anymore without starting to cry? What about how I got my best friend killed and the fact that I have to live every day knowing that she never got to come home from that trip? I’ll have a life and she never even had a chance.”

Tammy stopped to wipe the tears that had started to form in her eyes. “Do you want to hear about the fact that I can’t sleep anymore because when I do, I see Claire? Or the fact that my shower floor has become more familiar than my bed?”

Sebastian nodded his head and wrapped his arms around Tammy’s smaller frame. He squeezed the woman gently, holding her to his chest. “I know that I’ll never be Sonja, but I want you to be open with me. Just talk to me, Tammy. That’s all I ask. I’m not going to leave you until you’re ready.”

Ignoring the look he was receiving from Pride — who had been watching the interaction from the kitchen window with a concerned facial expresssion — Sebastian began to rub circles in Tammy’s back as she trembled against his body. He made a silent promise to never leave Tammy’s side even when she tried to push him away. Even if Tammy wasn’t aware of the promise, he would hold himself to it.