#agent gibbs reader insert

Requested by: Anon

Warning(s): Mentions of drugs, OD’ing, some angst

Nothing

You didn’t really know what to say to him. What could you say?

You know if you were in this situation, there would be nothing anyone could say to make this better. 

Yet, you still had to say something. It's not like you could just say nothing. Because then you’d be an asshole.

You approach your boss from behind, quiet and still trying to find the right words.

“At least the weather is nice,” you say softly. “You always told me she liked the warm but not too warm weather.” 

He whirls around so suddenly, your brain barely had any time to register the movement. Gibbs is an inch from your face, full of anger. 

“Oh yeah, the weather is great. A great day to enjoy the sun while my mother is buried from an overdose of pills! Thanks, [Y/N] for the comment!” 

His voice is so sharp and belittling, that tears spring to your eyes instantly. Yet, even in this moment, you can’t help but wonder how any suspect of Gibbs’s managed to keep their cool around him. Well, that’s why he’s the best, isn’t it?

“You’re right...I..I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out quiet, and way more childlike than you wanted it to be.

The anger that was once on his face seems to vanish, only to be replaced with a haunted tiredness you’ve never seen on your boss’s face. You almost wish for the anger back.

“No. Don’t be. I’m just...” he can’t seem to find words, gesturing to the grave with his bouquet of flowers. “She’s just...”

You nod and grab his free hand without thinking. To your surprise, he doesn’t reject it and instead bows his head silently to the headstone. 

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Adorable, oddly really love this request

Blue-Eyed Baby

“Hey there, little man! You ready for our breakfast date?” 

This was the best part of your week. Getting to babysit for this adorable baby.

HIs blue eyes peer at you with excitement, leaning forward enough until he falls into your arms. You laugh warmly and wrap your arms around his body in a hug. He’s kicking his feet in excitement and you can’t help but tickle the bottoms of them.

He squeals with laughter, and you can just feel your heart melting.

You buckle him into his seat and get into the driver’s seat. “What are you ready for, Leroy, huh?”

“Cuffeeee!” he shrieks.

You laugh softly, driving to the diner.

You get him into his high chair and order some eggs, toast, and decaf coffee for the both of you. You always found it odd that he never liked colorful sugary cereals or meals. Always what the adults ate, that’s what he wanted.

He babbles now and then and eats very neatly. He is the easiest baby to take care, you have no doubt.

You let him have a sip or two of the decaf coffee and he’s so excited that everyone in the diner can’t help but smile.

“What’s the little guy’s name?” the waitress asks as she hands you the bill.

“Leroy is his first name.”

“Jef-o!” he interupts. 

You laugh softly. “But he likes his middle name, Jethro, much more.”

She smiles fondly, and you pay. 

On the way home, you can’t help but glance at him again and again in the rearview mirror as he nods off, his little serious face relaxed into something softer.

“Oh, no!” you cry out as you watch your break sink into itself. 

“What it is?” Gibbs asks, looking over his shoulder from his casserole. 

You don’t answer, shoulders shaking silently. “Hey now.” He cleans off his hands in a dishtowel and gathers you to him coated in flour and all. You cry into his chest. 

He doesn’t seem to mind as you cry over this collapsed hunk of dough. Gibbs rubs your back patiently. “There, there,” he says softly against your ear. “It's going to be okay.” 

“No, it won’t!” you say in a small wail. “I want to impress the team! It’s the first time they’ll meet me!”

He kisses your forehead gently. “Look at me.” You sniffle, looking up at him with a watery gaze. “They’ll love you no matter what. And whether or not this bread rises will have nothing to do it with it. Trust me.” 

You nod quietly. 

“Besides, I could always order them to like you. They wouldn’t dare cross me,” he says with a teasing tone, but serious eyes.

You giggle softly, shaking your head, and his serious eyes light up as if that’s what he was looking for.

“I’ll help you make another one. Just don’t cry anymore of those tears, okay?”

You nod, and he helps you create the bread you had originally been aiming for. When its all done, he wraps his arms around your waist. 

“They’re going to love it.” He kisses your cheek. “Just like they’ll love you.”

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I’m going to be honest, I have no idea how much justice I did this story.

Out of Routine 

You didn’t like it here. There were too many people around, too many people talking to you, too many people interrupting your routine.

You wanted to go home. And you wanted your dad.

But you knew that you’d never see him again. You saw it all, and that’s why you had to sit here in this office full of people suffocating you with their questions, trying to hug you, reassure you.

God, you hated it.

“Alright, everyone out.”

You look up, and you see a white-haired man stride into the room. Everyone seems to react instantly to his words, rushing away, gathering things until all that’s left is a forgiving silence.

You decide at that moment that you like this man.

He smiles kindly at you, but he keeps his distance, sitting across the table from you. “I’m Jethro.” He takes a small breath, and then he speaks in a soothing quiet voice, “All of that must have been pretty overwhelming, huh?”

You nod, unable to meet his eyes.

He nods. “Sometimes I have to escape just to get some peace. Especially if DiNozzo is around. That man can talk someone’s ear off.”

That makes you laugh, and he laughs too, and for the first time since your father had been taken, you feel better.

He spends the rest of two hours asking you yes or no questions, sme about your father, about his life, and a lot about yourself. You slowly get him to understand your daily routine and your love for guitar.

Gibbs listens to you intently, and it makes you feel like you’re really important. By the time your aunt picks you up, you’re sorry you have to leave him. But he leaves you with a promise to find your dad and bring him back to you.

He surprises you by showing up the next day with a brand new guitar in his hands. He’s so kind, and you’re surprised that he’s learned your whole routine for the day. Gibbs helps you out all day.

And he shows up the day after.

And the day after that.

And then suddenly he’s part of your routine that week, and you find that you really enjoy his presence. You even play some music for him on the new guitar. You give him a hug this time before he leaves.

The next day, you wake up eager to hear the doorbell ring, but it never comes. You spend the whole day waiting to see if he will show, not even bothering to carry out your routine.

Finally, it’s late when the doorbell rings.

You open up the door, intent on showing him your anger at the sudden abandonment. He stands there, a grin on his face.

“I know you’re angry, but I think I have something that will make you forgive me.”

You shake your head angrily.

“No? You sure?” He steps aside, and there’s your dad. You rush into his arms, gripping and crying, so happy.

And your new best friend stands there, smiling the entire time. “Am I forgiven?”

You nod and hug them both so tight.

You blink as a giant fleece blanket drops into your lap.

“What’s this?”

“Seems like you might need it.”

You look a bit embarrassed and hide under it to distract yourself. “Thank you.”

You return to watching your movie as Gibbs sits beside you. From now and then you catch him glancing at the blanket.

“It smells nice.”

He clears his throat. “Ah..yeah. It does.”

Gibbs could feel something was wrong the moment he opened the door. Chairs were knocked over in the living room, blankets and pillows strewn on the floor, and a broken glass by the kitchen door. 

He withdraws his gun at once. “[Y/N]?” 

There’s no answer, but he can hear shuffling in the bedroom. He quietly makes his way, following the trail of mess to the door. 

“[Y/N]??”

He peeks his head in, gun pointed.

What he sees makes him lower his gun and burst into laughter. He sits beside you, where you had been hiding under the blankets. “Was it a spider again?”

Your voice is sniffly. “Yes. It was huge!”

“And the broken glass?”

“I-I was trying to trap it under the glass in a humane way, but I swear it jumped at me and-and-and so I dropped it and ran!”

He chuckles softly, ruffling your hair fondly. “And where is it now?”

You rub your eyes. “I locked it in the bathroom.”

Gibbs nods, and goes inside. After a good 15 minutes, he comes back out. “It is taken care of.”

You hold on tight to him. “Promise?”

Gibbs looks up from his file when you pass by him to get your shoes by the front door. 

“Where are you going?”

You sit down, tying your shoelaces into neat bows. “Outside.”

He puts down his file. “Outside, huh? How come?”

You grin at him. “It's nice out and there are leaves on the ground.”

He chuckles quietly, low. The sound makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. “So you’re gonna go jump in leave piles then?”

You’re full on beaming now. “Uh huh!”

He stands. “Well, I’d very much like to join you in going outside.” You pull him out the door, hand in hand, walking and discussing ways to collect leaves into huge piles. 

Requested by: Me. For @dwaynepride, my bb, when she was sad.

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I have never watched NCIS NOLA so I have no idea how well I write Pride.

Pride and Prejudice 

Today was okay. Nothing was out of the ordinary or going poorly. It was just okay.

But for some reason, your mood dipped significantly in the afternoon. Your stomach was full and empty, swirling with loneliness, sadness, and irritability.

You tried taking some breaths. You tried writing. You tried distracting yourself with some television, but nothing seemed to work.

Eventually, you decided that you were gonna take a walk to clear your mind. Hands shoved in your pockets, head low, you walk until you reach a small lake by the house. 

“Now, look who we have here.”

“I’d say we’ve caught ourselves a small fry.”

You look up at the familiar voices. Pride and Gibbs stand beside you. “What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t we use our Saturday to catch some fish?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I guess.”

The two men glance at each other, giving each other a small nod. Pride bumps your shoulder lightly as Gibbs heads to the cooler. “Want a beer?”

“Sure.”

Gibbs hands you one and takes a sip one another. 

“Where’s mine?”

Gibbs glances at Pride and then nods to the cooler. “In the cooler.”

You roll your eyes, and take a swig of the beer. Its quiet for a while as you all look out at the lake, beers in hand.

“Wanna tell us what’s on your mind?” Pride asks quietly.

“Not really.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Wanna skip some rocks? I bet I can skip them farther than you both.”

Gibbs picks up a rock. “You’re on.” He hands you one. 

You smile, and soon the three of you are engaged in an intense rock skipping competition.