#gibbs

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: pure fluff

Dear @dreamy-state-of-mind, thank you for the wonderful prompt for this story. Enjoy!

Everything seemed normal that day. There was no case to solve, no special incidents and nothing. It was pure routine.

And it was normal for messengers to come and go. But it was unusual, however, for them to bring flowers.

The young man who brought them was apparently practical, because he stood in the middle of the bullpen and called out loudly:

“Flowers for Mrs. Gibbs!!”

His voice faded away and silence spread. In fact, it was dead silent, because everyone had abruptly stopped what they were doing and interrupted their conversations. You would have heard it if a pin had dropped.

Tony confidently walked up to the boy and said: “There must be some confusion. There is only one Mr. Gibbs here.”

But the messenger remained persistent:

“No, no, no. I’ve been instructed to give these flowers to Mrs. Y/N Gibbs.”

At that moment, you and Gibbs came out of the principal's office and wondered why everyone was so quiet.

Obviously it had something to do with Tony and a flower delivery man who were standing in the middle of the desks.

When Tony saw you coming towards him, he said with relief: “Hey boss, Y/N. Nice to see you here.”

Gibbs just looked at him sternly: “DiNozzo. Don't you have anything to do?”

“Uhm, yes, boss,” he replied before looking at you: “But the boy is bringing flowers for you. He just wrote down the wrong name.”

Since you could imagine what the “problem” was, especially after the conversation with the principal, you just smiled at Tony and left it to Jethro to sort it out.

Unlike you, Gibbs didn't bat an eyelid, but just raised both eyebrows and asked interestedly: “So? Which one?” The question was actually superfluous because he knew the answer, but he just had too much fun teasing Tony a little.

"The flowers are for Mrs. Y/N Gibbs, Sir," the boy replied with his head held high and a firm voice, as if he were giving a prize.

"I already told him that it must be a misunderstanding, boss. But he absolutely doesn't want to believe it," Tony hurried to explain.

"Who are the flowers from?" Jethro wanted to know.

"From Mr. Tobias Fornell," the flower man answered.

Against all expectations, Gibbs laughed out loud and you ran your hand over your face. The colleagues had expected a lot, but not that the boss seemed to be very amused by the mix-up.

When he had calmed down enough, he grinned, shook his head and muttered:

"Good old Fornell..."

The messenger was slowly becoming restless, because this had been going on for far too long.

"Sir, I have to move on. Am I in the right place or not?" he wanted to know.

Gibbs smiled at him, pressed a tip into his hand and replied:

"Yes, you're in the right place. Give me the flowers."

"Thank you, Sir. Have a nice day!" the boy called, gave him the bouquet and ran to the elevator.

Tony still couldn't believe how such a gross mix-up could have happened: "We've worked with the FBI so many times and they still can't get it right. They really have no idea if they mix up names so massively."

Gibbs was in his element. He grinned at him, handed you the bouquet, leaned over to you and gave you a short but loving kiss on the lips.

As the boss intended, DiNozzo stood there and stared at him with his mouth wide open.

But Jethro couldn't help himself and went one step further. He looked at his team member and said with a broad grin: "That's because it wasn't a mix-up."

At the same time, you raised your hand and showed him your new ring.

Tony's jaw dropped.

Then Gibbs went grinning to his desk and you went to the elevator towards the forensic lab that you share with Abby and you were sure that she already knew the news by the time you got to her place.

The End

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Soft!Gibbs who finally went back to sleeping in his bed after all those years, but only with you. He won’t sleep there alone.

Soft!Gibbs who wakes up before you, just to roll over and spoon you. Arms snug around your waist, face buried in your neck.

Soft!Gibbs who refuses to let you up. You squirm and laugh, telling him you need to throw the laundry in and start cleaning. But he just squishes you closer, smile pressed to your shoulder as his leg tangles with yours.

Soft!Gibbs who loves to kiss you. Your neck, your cheek, stopping your words in their tracks as he kisses your lips.

Soft!Gibbs who loves to play with your hair and smiles at you so soft and adoring.

Chapter 1: Quite Extraordinary

Ducky adjusts his glasses, staring at the carved symbols on the victim’s torso.

Tony and McGee stand behind him, waiting for the explanation.

But Ducky goes pale.

“Doctor?” McGee asks.

Ducky doesn’t answer.

Instead, he picks up the phone, dials an internal number, and waits.

“Jethro,” he says softly when Gibbs answers.

“I need you in Autopsy immediately.”

Gibbs arrives minutes later, expression locked.

“What is it, Duck?”

Ducky steps aside to show the symbols.

Gibbs studies them.

“Some kind of code?”

“Yes. A very old one. One used by a Navy intelligence sub-unit established in 1953.

Defunct now. Buried, I believe intentionally.”

Tony raises an eyebrow.

“How would anyone even know that?”

Ducky exhales.

“There is… this archivist I know. This is old and hidden stuff but if anyone would know it would be them”

Gibbs crosses his arms.

“Name.”

Ducky meets his eyes, voice quiet and grave.

“Y/N L/N.”

Gibbs frowns.

“Never heard of them.”

“You wouldn’t have.”

Ducky closes the victim’s cover.

“But I assure you, they are quite extraordinary.”

The bullpen is unusually quiet for mid-afternoon. Tony is perched on McGee’s desk like a gargoyle, waiting for the mysterious consultant. McGee pretends not to be curious, but he keeps glancing toward the elevator.

Gibbs stands at his desk, arms folded, eyes fixed on the elevator doors like he can will them open.

They ding.

You step out.

Calm. Composed. A backpack slung over one shoulder, a rolled sleeve showing a faint ink smudge from whatever document you were digging through when NCIS called. You scan the room the way a historian scans a battlefield, quietly, but with full understanding.

Tony hops off the desk. “This is them? This is the Y/N L/N? Ducky made it sound like we were calling the librarian of the universe.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Funny. You’re exactly how Ducky described you.”

McGee snorts. Tony’s face twists in offended confusion.

Gibbs’ mouth twitches, almost a smile, as he steps forward.

“Gibbs,” he says, offering a hand.

“Y/N,” you reply, shaking it firmly. He notices: your grip is steady, your eyes sharper than expected, and you don’t shrink under his stare the way some consultants do.

“Ducky says you can help us with our victim,” Gibbs says.

You set your backpack on the nearest desk and unzip it without ceremony. “Then let’s see what you’ve got.”

Tony leans in toward McGee. “She didn’t even say hello to me.”

“She got your personality from a single glance,” McGee whispers back. “Honestly? Impressive.”

You pull out a battered leather binder, well-used, pages thick with notes and cross-references.

Abby bursts from the elevator right then, energy and pigtails bouncing. “Y/N! Oh my gosh! you’re here!” She runs over and hugs you like an old friend.

Gibbs blinks. “You two know each other?”

“She’s helped me with obscure forensic sigils twice,” Abby explains, still hugging you. “Did you know she once found the origin of a chemical symbol used in a Cold War bunker? The woman is magic.”

You pat Abby’s arm, amused. “I just read too much.”

“Same thing!” Abby beams.

Gibbs taps the evidence photos clipped to the murder board. “These are what Ducky showed you.”

You step forward, eyes narrowing as you study the carved symbols. Your breathing stills. The room goes silent around you, Tony and McGee hovering behind, Abby at your shoulder, Gibbs watching you like a test he knows you’ll pass.

You lift a finger, hovering inches from one of the photos.

“These aren’t just markings,” you say softly. “They’re identifiers.”

Tony frowns. “Identifiers for what? A cult?”

You shake your head. “No. A unit.”

McGee’s eyes widen. “But that unit Ducky mentioned didn’t it dissolve in the sixties?”

“Officially,” you say. “This symbol here…” you point again “means the victim knew something. Or saw something. Something the unit didn’t want resurfacing.”

Gibbs steps closer. “What?”

You turn to him fully for the first time. He’s intense, focused, waiting for truth. You realize why Ducky trusts him.

You swallow once.

“Something that should’ve stayed buried, Agent Gibbs.”

A beat.

Then Gibbs says quietly:

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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The bullpen was quiet ever since you and Jethro had your big argument while you were out investigating a case and the pair of you wouldn’t talk to each other. Tony and McGee exchanged quiet looks of uncertainty as Gibbs walked in.

You sat now at your desk, fuming. You looked up at him as he passed you.

“You have a problem, (l/n)?” He asked. You hadn’t responded. “Do you have a problem, (y/n)?” You continued to glare at him. “I asked you a question Marine, answer me.”

“No.” You said coldly. His icy blue eyes staring right into yours. Two fiery glares being exchanged in silence.

“(Y/n) what exactly happened out there?” McGee asked.

“Yeah… I’m with McNosy on this one” Tony agreed.

“I said something he didn’t like. I did something he didn’t like.” you respond not looking up from your paperwork. They boys had receded back to their work, leaving you be… you obviously weren’t in the mood. Jethro clenched his jaw.

What felt like hours later, you grew bored of your filing work and grabbed the remaining 20 something files, you dropped them onto his desk. You locked eyes with him as they landed with a deep thud. You decided you would go toe to toe with you boss and boyfriend at the same time.

“Here Jethro. That’s for you” you say and grab your coat. “I’m taking my lunch break” you walked out. It was his turn to fume now. Tony and McGee looked at each other as they argument was waiting to break out. He glared daggers into your back as you stalked to the elevator.

“Boss…” DiNozzo began.

“Shut it.” Gibbs stood up and followed you. “You know (y/n) pretty stupid of you to tell your boss what you were gonna do” he said following you.

“Oh god Gibbs grow up” you reply walking towards your car. “Boss, boyfriend, what are you? You can’t play both roles at once you know”

You turned abruptly to face him.

“Yes I can” he replied. “You crossed the line”

“Oh, I crossed the line, baby? I crossed the line!?” You were now literally inches away from him. You could feel his body heat. “I wasn’t the one that started bringing out personal affairs into it. I wasn’t the one that decided it’d be a good idea to just, I don’t know, casually tell someone that “you’re always so belligerent (y/n) you don’t listen, the only time you’ve ever listened to me is in bed, and you barely do that””

Jethro couldn’t deny it, he was incredibly turned on by you. Your anger made your eyes sparkle, the way your jaw flexed as you glared at him.

“Im sorry I crossed the line (y/n) but you are not allowed to tell me how to do my job when I’m on the field because at work, I’m the boss.” He spoke. “You don’t listen. You don’t immediately do as I tell you, quite frankly, you have gotten belligerent.”

“Then fuck it out of me” you say through gritted teeth. “Fuck the belligerency right out of me”

“Get in the truck.” His eyes darkened. “Now. And (l/n) do not make me ask you again” you walked to the truck, he pushed you against the door and caught you in a heated kiss. Unlocking the door behind you. You undid your coat, and he undid his throwing it into the truck bed as you opened the door.

You got inside and scooted back as he crawled between your legs, closing the door behind you. His mouth reconnected to yours roughly. His hands followed the natural curve of your clothing as you moaned into his mouth. His calloused hands met the waistband of your pants as yours found his belt. You teased his growth as he assaulted your neck. He bucked his hips as he groaned.

“Fuck” you heard the desire in his voice.He made easy work of undoing your pants with an easy few flicks of his wrist. Unzipping his pants, he easily slipped himself out as you let your pants down.

He slid into you, a deep guttural groan leaving him. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly fucked you. Not wasting anytime in relieving himself and chasing to relieve you. The tangled moans that es the two of you would’ve been a symphony to any outside listeners.

Your moans and whimpers raised higher in pitch as he thrusted sloppier and sloppier as his orgasm neared. Hard thrusts earned him a rough bite on his neck.

“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned into your neck as his sporadic thrusts were being to speed up. Your walls clenched around him, causing a grunt to roll off his tongue. You were a whole other story.

You were actively losing your mind. Your composure had slipped, moans and curses slurred together as he fucked. Your own hand has drawn down to your clit to rub the circles you needed to make your body stiffen. Your mouth laid open in pleasure as you orgasmed. Cursing his name as he came simultaneously with you.

“God, (y/n)” he pulled out of you, grabbed a wipe from the pack he kept in the glove compartment. He cleaned you as best as he could before caring for himself. You laid on the truck seat with a dazed smile on your face.

“What gorgeous?” He smirked. As he opened the door and stood up. Looking around as he fixed his pants and boxers, pulling them up.

“Best sex I think I’ve ever had” you reply. You stood close to Gibbs and rearranged yourself . Your two bodies warm. You tuck in his shirt and zip and button his pants. He watched as you did so. You kissed him as you redid his belt.

“I think can top it” he shrugged.

“Hm. Top me tonight after dinner”

“Are you telling me what to do (l/n)? While we’re at work?” He questioned.

“No sir” you respond, teasing him. You giggled as you hugged him. He kissed the top of your head. He let go and the two of you began walking back to the office. Giggling and walking around like a goofball. Dickdrunk and high off serotonin.

“Report to the house by 1900 hours” Gibbs ordered. You smirked as you stood in place.

“Yes sir” you saluted him.

“What marine?”

“Yes sir”

“What time are you to report to the house, marine?”

“1900 hours”