"If you steal my blanket one more time, Iâm throwing you outside."
Maybe with NCIS or possibly Grey's?
I hope you are doing good!đ
"If you steal my blanket one more time, I'm throwing you outside."
"Your blanket? Who said you had dibs on it?"
"Uh, I did, when I said "I dibs the blanket.""
"Okay, I didn't even know we were dibsing anything then, so that doesn't countâ"
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, did you want a warning?"
McGee, stuck beside the two bickering idiots for twenty minutes now with four hours to go, groaned. He hit his head against the back of his seat and wondered why he hadn't fought Ziva harder for the passenger seat.
Not that he would have won.
"Justâjust give me a bit of it, at least."
"Not. A. Chance."
"God, you're soâ"
"Handsome, talented, charming?"
"Infuriating."
He stared blankly at the road outside his window, longing for it to open so he could take a nosedive through it. Why they couldn't have gone in separate cars, he had no idea. Why they couldn't have stayed in a hotel when their plane was cancelled due to bad weather, he had even less of one.
"Anthony."
Tony gasped. "How do you know my name?"
"Either of you say another word and I'm throwing you both outside." McGee felt as though the heavens had opened and angels were floating down when Gibbs finally, finally, opened his mouth.
Heâd said it without even turning around, his eyes on the road ahead, his voice casual and devoid of anything that might indicate he had been slowly losing his mind since heâd started driving. Emmie and Tony had been quiet in their squabbling, knowing from experience that any louder than a mutter and they'd be on the receiving end of more than a few choice words, but their on-off retorts were enough to drive anyone up the wall, no matter how loud they were. If Ziva weren't already asleep, completely wiped out by the case they were driving home from, she would have been on them from the moment they'd opened their mouths.
Gibbs glanced in the rear-view mirror as silence filled the car.
"I dibsed it," Tony mumbled under his breath.
"McGee, slap him for me, would you?"
McGee was all too happy to comply. Tony yelped.
"Dad, Iâ"
Gibbs lifted a finger. "I don't wanna hear another peep outta you or we're switching drivers now and I'm heading back there."
Emmie slunk down in her seat.
McGee took a breath of fresh, quiet, peaceful air and let himself relax.
And when the car stopped two hours later to let Ziva and Gibbs switch places, Tony and Emmie were asleep against each other, the blanket spread across the both of them.
NCIS Masterpost
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To preface this, I will write no smut, no self-harm, and no sa. This is down to personal issues, but I will not hate on anyone who chooses to write these topics.
Now, onto the characters!!!
NCIS
Timothy McGee
Tony DiNozzo
Jimmy Palmer
Ziva David
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Marauders Era
Remus Lupin
James Potter
Sirius Black
Regulus Black
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Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner (x sister!reader)
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The Inheritance Games
Grayson Hawthorne
Jameson Hawthorne
Xander Hawthorne
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Top Gun; Maverick
Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Robert "Bob" Floyd
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MacGyver (2016)
Angus "Mac" MacGyver
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White Collar
Neal Caffrey
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Along with any of my own original characters that I will post stories for on here along the way!
âąâą GAH I got something done. Part 3 and final part of this fic. Enjoy! âąâą
The headlights are practically blinding, but you're able to see them reach for the car door and push it open. They step out to show that they have a hood over their face.
"Who are you?"
"You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" They ask, sounding annoyed. "I thought leaving my necklace at the crime scene would make it pretty clear."
"HEY-!" They reach for their hood.
"I'm just showing you who I am." The calmness in their voice made your stomach churn. You watched as they pulled the hood back. You feel your gun slip out of your hands.
It was like looking in the mirror.
"Surprised?" She laughed. "Looks like Mom and Dad didn't tell you everything." Your mind was spinning as you watched her sprint toward you. You managed to twist yourself mid-fall so that she was beneath you, giving you a slight advantage. "Aww, don't feel bad. I didn't know I had a twin either." She laughed, clocking you in the jaw with her elbow. "Not that it matters, you know, I'm going to kill you and take your place." You spit in her eye and rolled towards your gun. If you could just reach it. "You're not better than me, just because they didn't give you up!" You flinched as her fingers came a bit too close to your eyes for comfort.
"You think you can be me? Huh?" You laughed. "You'd be found out in a heartbeat. My husband would know you were a fake the second you walk through our front door."
"Don't be too sure." You pinned her arms as she reached for your gun. Shit, you thought. Now we're both pinned like this. "I've been watching you for months, learning your routine."
"Oh just fuck off." You hiss. "You're pinned." She smirked.
"So are you."
"My team will be here any minute."
"No, they won't. They don't have any clue where you are. I disabled your car's GPS while you were at the Lieutenant's apartment and I've got a cell jammer in my car."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you, Miss Perfect." She wiggled and got out of your hold, despite your best effort, sending a kick to your lower abdomen. "FUCK YOU!" You didn't know what came out of your mouth, but you were sure it didn't qualify as words. She got the gun in her hands and you jumped up just in time to miss a bullet to the leg. Is it a good or a bad thing she didn't know how to shoot? At this range, it didn't matter much. "Alright, get in my car."
"Why should I? You're just gonna kill me." She cocked the gun back.
"You can decide if you want it slow and painful." You sigh, standing up. At the moment you didn't have much choice. You both stopped and listened to the sound of squealing tires.
"My team won't be here, huh?"
"GET IN THE CAR OR I'LL SHOOT YOU NOW!" You knew she was serious, so you headed toward her car. She came up behind you and you stopped and threw your head back. You felt her nose crack against the back of your skull. "AUGH!" She put the gun right up against your neck and pushed you into the door of her car. "BITCH! YOU'RE GONNA BLEED OUT-!" Brakes squealed and a gunshot rang out, You flinched, but you weren't hit. Her body dropped behind you and you turned. Gibbs, Tim, Nick, and Ellie all stood outside the Charger, weapons drawn. Tim was the first to holster his weapon and start towards you. You met him halfway and he wrapped you up tightly in his arms.
"How'd you find me?" He laughed.
"I put an Airtag in your trunk." You blinked. He couldn't have done that after you went to the Lieutenants. You leaned back and looked up at him and his sheepish grin.
"How long has that been there?" His face turned redder than it already was. You patted him on the chest.
"I think I can forgive you this time."
"So," Ellie came up beside Tim as Nick started putting up crime scene tape. "I take it you didn't know about the whole twin thing?" Gibbs was off to the side on the phone, presumably with Leon. You stiffened. Shit. You proved your innocence but you still defied an order from the director. Hopefully, he would be understanding and just give you a week of unpaid leave.
"No," You finally answered. "Not until she showed her face just now." You look down at her body before quickly looking away. "Can we cover her up until Ducky and Jimmy get here? I don't like looking at myself dead on the ground." Ellie nodded before quickly going to scour the trunk of the car for anything that could shield her from view.
"Hey." You jump at Gibbs's voice being so close. You didn't notice him walk over. "You alright?" You nodded.
"Yeah. How pissed is the Director?" He laughed, smiling.
"The usual amount." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking toward where your car was in the ditch. "Tow truck's on the way. Since your car is evidence It'll be towed back to NCIS."
"Evidence?"
"She hit it with her car, right?" He pointed. "Plus, I think your dash cam caught her entire confession on video."
"I think it's still recording. I can see the red dot in the corner." Ellie added and you smiled.
"I knew getting one of them was going to be a good investment." You elbowed Tim and he sighed.
"Okay, I was wrong about the dashcam being useless, happy?" You smirked.
"Very." With that video, you were pretty much cleared of the murder charges, but you knew you still had to face the Director and some form of punishment. Better than being dead, you supposed. Tim wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. Yep. Definitely better.
When you have time, could you write something abt artist reader and Tim relaxing with each other on a day off. Maybe Tim is playing his games or typing away on his typewriter and reader is sketching away in their sketchbook but they have writers block so they decide to use Tim as their muse? Just extreme fluff please đ if there is anything else youâd like to add, please go ahead! Thank you đ«¶đŒ - Anonđ
Sometimes you liked spending time with Tim, learning about the games he liked or just watching films or just talking.
Today you were sitting on the couch, sketchbook in your lap as you listened to music through headphones.
He walked in and when he saw you sitting there he smiled and got changed, heading over to his computer he sat down and loaded up one of his games.
You knew heâd come home, he had made you a drink and sat it on the table next to you, but you were so immersed in what you were doing you didnât have time to process it.
You sighed, flicking to a clean page, you got up and pulled your headphones down around your neck, taking a sip of your drink you stood up and stretched.
âHey darling.â You spoke softly.
Tim pulled his headphones down and turned around, smiling softly at you.
âHey, you seemed really focused so I didnât want to disturb you.â
He took his headphones off and stood up, walking over he slipped his arms around your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck.
âThatâs alright, how was work?â
âNot to bad, one day Iâm going to smack DiNozzo though.â
You laughed a little and leant up, pressing your lips softly against his in a gently kiss and he softly kissed back.
You pulled away and kissed the corner of his mouth.
âJust ignore him Tim, youâre twice the man heâll ever be.â
âThanks sweetheart.â
He gave you a quick kiss and you rested your head on his chest, and you both just stood there for a few minutes happily holding one another.
âIm going to go for a bath, do you want me to order food after?â
âIâll do that donât worry, Iâll get your favourite.â
Tim kissed you again and let you go for you bath.
You were in there longer than you though, just relaxing and enjoying the warm water and when you got out you realised the food had come.
Tim was back at his computer and you just walked to the couch and sat down, looking at your sketch book then to him you picked it up.
You kept looked at the pages and at Tim, very carefully drawing, making sure to pay close attention to the detail.
Tim had no idea what you were doing, even as the hours passed and you started new sketch after new sketch.
When he realised what time it was he shut down his computer and stood up, stretching.
âSweetheart?â He asked softly.
He turned to the couch and saw you fast asleep, sprawled out, book on the floor.
Tim laughed a little and walked over, kneeling down he picked up your fallen pen, and set it on the table.
Then he picked up your book, going to close it he stopped when he saw the sketch on the page.
Looking at it, he smiled and just admired how well detailed it was, every careful stroke of the pen, every careful attention to detail.
Smiling to himself, he closed the book and set it on the table and brushed some hair from your face, kissing your forehead.
Standing up, he carefully picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed as he walked over to his side and laid down.
He laid there just looking at you, a smile on his face as he reached out and gently touched your keep.
âTimâŠâ you mumbled.
âGo back to sleepâŠâ he whispered.
You just nodded tiredly and got into a more comfortable position and reached out, lightly grasping on shirt.
He smiled and ran his thumb along your cheek.
He just admired you, taking his ever possible moment of this as he could, burning the imagine in his brain.
Reaching over, he pulled you into his chest and tucked your head under his chin and closed his eyes as he held you lightly
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I'm thinking of writing a Criminal Minds X NCIS X Reader story! Both agencies will come together to help solve a case. Who should the love interest be? Let me know below!
Coffee - You break a rule and steal Gibbs coffee, he's speechless and doesn't quite know what to do
Marine - Gibb's marine wife is reported killed in action, he can't live without her. What happens when a woman in uniform shows up weeks later?
Undercover - Gibbs kisses you while undercover, you think its more, but he refuses to accept that and he pushes you away
Flirting - You are a drunk flirt. What happens when you begin flirting with your boss who you have been harboring feelings for.
Distraction - Gibbs won't come to bed. So you find a way to distract him and deal him along for some sleep.
Keeping Secrets - You and Gibbs have been together, secretly, for a while. The team is catching on, what happens when they catch you kissingn in the elevator.
Missing Her:
Part 1 - you're injured and in a coma. You won't wake up and its killing Gibbs.
Part 2 - you finally wake up and are heartbroken by the sight of your husband.
Caught Red Handed - You get caught snuggling Gibbs, Dinozzo and McGee can hardly believe it .
Hard to Believe - You can't believe that Gibbs feels the same, but you can't give in. You're too young and you can't let him ruin his reputation. The right thing to do it push him away, right?
Bruises - You're stuck in a relationship and you can't get out, Gibbs sees whats happening and intervenes.
Jealousy - Gibbs gets jealous, and he hates it
Changes Nothing - You have been hiding something and it comes up when you end up in the hospital. How will Gibbs react?
Blushing - You blush. A lot. Gibbs takes advantage of this.
Hanging On - Gibbs gets shot and you need to keep him awake and alive until the ambulance gets there.
Is That My Hoodie? - You love stealing your husband's hoodies. Him, not so much. He finds them all over the house, but his favorite one is still missing. He finds it eventually... on you.
I'd Rather Watch You Fall - you get hurt on a case and Gibbs offers to do hand to hand combat with you. What happens when things get a little, steamy?
Love is Complicated (Gibbs x Reader x Hotch) - You're in love with Gibbs, but he obviously doesn't feel the same, you meet Hotch at a gala and your world just gets more complicated.
Traitor (Gibbs x Reader x Hotch) - You and Gibbs are fighting nonstop. You decide to break it off soon after meeting Aaron Hotchner. Even though he wasn't the reason you broke up, Gibbs can't help but think you cheated.
Dinozzo Masterlist
Idiots In Love - You have a friends with benefits relationship with Tony. You realize you have feelings for him, but he is quick to end the entire relationship.
McGee Masterlist
*All images are from pintrest, but all mood boards are mine*
With a Little Help From the Team - NCIS Reader Insert
Pairing: Tim McGee x fem!reader, Gibbs x daughter!reader (brief/vague)
Word count: 2717
Warnings: this was a pretty fluffy piece! (not gonna lie), mild language, reader is Gibbsâ daughter
Request: @ncisfanâ
âHello! I saw your post from this morning saying you didnât have any requests for ncis at the moment and I wanted to make a request. If for some reason you donât want to write it thatâs okay but hereâs my prompt,(Idk what to call it) The reader and McGee have been dating for years and McGee has to tell the whole team (Tony, McGee, Bishop, Gibbs. That team please!) including her dad (Gibbs, cause why not?) when he wants to propose. You can decide on if they say yes or no but I hope youâll write it. Sorry if Iâm overwhelming you I just wanted to make a requestâ
A/N: I know Iâve told you this @ncisfanâ , but I absolutely love this idea! And a McGee x reader? Yes please! I did put this in both McGeeâs and the readerâs point of view and changed it up a bit. (Yeah, I got super involved in this one and it got longer than I thoughtâŠand took far longer than I thought) I hope you enjoy it darling!!
Tim stands in the bullpen, nervously trying to find the right words to tell the team about you, the team of which just so happened to include the one man capable of making him feel like a young schoolboy still wet behind the ears, especially since that one man had a lot to do with what Tim was about to say.
Tim takes a deep breath to gather his last bit of courage and confidence, which promptly fades away the moment he starts talking.
âI uhâŠwell you know that Iâve been seeing, no datingâŠdating Y/N.â Tim stutters out as his nerves get the better of him, completely fumbling the carefully planned out speech he had come up with prior to meeting with Gibbs.
Gibbs narrows his steely blue eyes as he wordlessly nods his head, telling Tim to continue.
âThings have been going well, really well actually. And Iâve been wanting to, or meaning toâŠnot that I was putting it off, because I wasnât. Thatâs the last thing-â
Gibbs cut him off with a âSpit it out McGee.â
âWhat Iâm asking is for your permission, no..thatâs not - I want to propose to her.â He was speaking so fast, his words were nearly running together, his sentences jamming together into one that didnât make much sense.
Gibbs doesnât say anything at first. Instead, he continues to stare at Tim, looking for any trace of deception in his face. âWhy?â He asks gruffly, startling Tim.
âWh-why?â Tim squeaks out, an uneasy feeling weighing on his chest as he tries to find the right words to answer a question he hadnât prepared for.
âYes, McGee. Why? Why do you want to marry my daughter?â Gibbs pauses, still evaluating Tim and his reaction. âWhy should I want you to marry my daughter?â
Tim takes a deep breath, a sudden burst of confidence washing over him as he realizes that the answer to such a question was right in front of him. âBecause I love her⊠honestly, I have for a long time, even before we started dating. And, more than anything, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to spend every day that I have left in this life showing her I love her and cherishing her the way she deserves. I canât imagine my life without her in it.â
Gibbs surprises him then, with a small smile and a hearty clasp to his shoulder. âAlright then, probie. Now all you have to do is tell her that and of course, ask her to marry you.â
Had it been any other girl, McGee might not be struggling as much to find the words. But you werenât just any girl. You were not only Gibbs' daughter, something that caused him far more fear than heâd ever admit (he was dating the bossâ daughter after all), but you were also close with the other members of the team, which made this whole ordeal all the more nerve wracking.
You had come to know the members of the team through your job as a technical analyst for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, meaning you spent most of your time hunting down case leads in a cubicle. Then, as you grew better at your job, and closer to Abby (who had had something to do with getting you on Gibbs team, although sheâd never admit to it), you had been moved from that cubicle to a desk in Gibbsâ bullpen, unceremoniously joining the team, although not full-time as you still worked with the cyber/tech unit, your father thought so highly of (something he would never admit out loud, even to you).
You eventually became just as close to Abby as your father was, something Abby always attributed to âa Gibbs thingâ, - âIt must be a Gibbs thing because Y/N is just as great as Jethro and we just click.â Many times, if you werenât working on a case, you could be found hanging out in the lab with Abby.
You and Tony were best friends, spending hours talking about movies and pranking each other. And, despite your âgeeky backgroundâ of tech analysis, Tony never once teased you (a courtesy Tony had never given him). In fact, he had become something of a big brother to you, filling a role in your life you hadnât ever thought youâd needed filled.
And then Ziva had joined the team, filling in little by little that hole that had been left after Kateâs death. Even with the high tension existing between Abby and Ziva, you and Ziva had hit it off right away, becoming fast friends. Eventually, despite the perceived oddness of your friendship, you, Abby, and Ziva became an inseparable trio, even occasionally ganging up together against Tony or Gibbs.
Suffice to say, you were important to the team, just as they were to you. And now Tim was faced with telling these people that he not only had been dating you (a relationship the two of you had decided to keep relatively quiet because of your line of work and the fact that you were often times coworkers), but that he was going to ask you to marry him, a proposal of which he was seeking the teamâs help with.
âSo, uh...I-well, Iâve been seeing, er...dating-â Tim starts, his mind scrambling as he tries to form a coherent sentence.
âMcGee, the chickadee is out of the bag. We all know youâre dating Y/N.â Ziva says matter of factly,
âCat, Ziva, the cat is out of -â Tony starts reflexively, before pausing and turning to Tim and then to Gibbs, his mouth hanging open. âWait-what? Youâre the one Y/N has been dating?â He asks incredulously.
Gibbs takes a step forward, slapping Tony on the back of the head. âClose your mouth DiNozzo.â Tonyâs jaw snaps shut at the command.
âKeep talking McGee.â Gibbs says gruffly, his piercing blue eyes settling on Tim.
âIâm going to ask her to marry me.â Tim blurts out.
âWe kind of knew that McGee.â Abby states, her lips pulled into a satisfied smirk. âI mean, you havenât exactly been stealthy about ring shopping. Or buying the ring. Or getting it inscribed.â Abby lists off, earring a few incredulous looks from the other members of the team. âY/Nâs my best friend, okay? I had to make sure the ring was a good one.â
Tony turns to McGee. âMcRomeo getting married? Why is this the first Iâm hearing about it?â Tony steps forward to give Tim a good-natured shoulder shove. âYou like it so youâre putting a ring on it, huh?â He asks with a Cheshire Cat-like grin on his face. Ziva is the one who moves to slap him in the back of the head this time.
âOw, Ziva. What the hell was that for?â Tony asks, a hand already rubbing the spot Ziva had just smacked on the back of his head.
âWhen will you ever shut up and let McGee finish?â She questions, giving Tony a pointed glare. He opens his mouth to respond, but a hard look from Gibbs keeps him quiet.
Tim timidly clears his throat before continuing. âIâd like to do it here. And, um...Iâd like to do it here, with all of you.â Smiles spread through the group at Timâs words, several ideas already being blurred out by the more enthusiastic members of the team (it was Abby. Abby was already excitedly sharing ideas with the person sitting next to her, which just so happened to be Gibbs.)
âââ
You squeeze Timâs hand before letting go, reaching for the handle to your car door. âSee you at work.â You say with a soft smile before turning back towards your car.
âLetâs, um, letâs ride together today, to work I mean.â Tim stammers nervously, a hand on top of your driverâs side door, stopping you from leaving.
âAre you sure? I thought we were trying to keep this, us, quiet.â You ask, stepping away from your car and closer to him. He cups the side of your face with his hand, leaning forward to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.
âJust once, okay?â He asks quietly, a sheepish smile on his face.
You let out a small laugh. âJust this one time, alright Agent McGee?â You say with a smile, letting him take your hand and lead you towards his car. He opens the passenger door for you, closing it behind you before getting in the driverâs side. The entire ride into work is marked with Tim either giving you a huge dopey grin or a quick nervous glance, which only serves to make you suspicious, as if the insisting to ride together didnât already.
Tim pulls into his usual parking spot, shutting off the car before turning to you. âHow about we walk in together?â He asks hesitantly, a shy smile accompanying his question.
You quirk an eyebrow up at his question before responding, âTim, it might make it pretty obvious whatâs going on between us if we do that.â
âLetâs do it anyway, Y/N.â He reaches over to squeeze your hand before climbing out of the driverâs side of the car and making his way to your side of the car. He opens the passenger door for you, offering you a hand to help you out, which you graciously accept. He continues to hold your hand after you are out of the car and as the two of you walk into the building, only letting go as the two of you go through security.
The two of you are the only ones on the elevator and for the entirety of the short ride, you can almost feel Tim vibrating beside you with some sort of nervous energy. You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it before murmuring, âYou okay?â He gives you a tight nod in response just as the elevator dings, announcing its arrival on your floor of the building.
You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. âHave a good day Tim, I love you.â You say, moving towards the open doors of the elevator. Tim reaches a hand out, grasping yours and stopping your exit out of the elevator.
âI, uh, Iâve got to give you something. Itâs in my desk drawer, in the...bullpen.â He stammers out, quickly retracting his hand to wipe it against his suit jacket.
âOh, can I get it at lunch?â You ask, turning back towards the front of the elevator and pressing the button to reopen the doors.
âNo.â He shouts, startling you enough that you take a step back away from the sliding doors. âI mean, come with me?â
âWhat is up with you today Tim?â You demand, his unexplained, unnatural behavior causing your suspicions to rise, a million questions running through your head.
âJust...please.â His voice is thick with emotion, his words coming out barely above a whisper.
You silently nod your head, stepping back into the elevator and allowing the doors to close as you press the button for the floor that the NCIS team resided on. You spare a look over at Tim, whose is rubbing his hands up and down his slacks, his face turned towards the ceiling of the elevator and his lips moving in silent words.
âTim, what is going on? Youâve been acting weird all morning and I just-â The elevator dings, announcing your arrival on the floor of the bullpen and effectively cutting you off.
Tim puts a hand over the doors, stopping them from closing as he looks at you, his kaleidoscopic eyes pleading with you to understand and to trust him. You give a small nod, taking his outstretched hand in your own and following him to the bullpen.
Right away, you notice the lights over the area of the office youâd come to know as your fatherâs, as Gibbsâ, were off. A flash of fear settles in your chest as you begin to picture all the possible scenarios as to why your fatherâs part of the office was empty and dark, none of them positive. You start to walk faster, almost pushing past Tim, to get to the bullpen. You suddenly stop short when your eyes fall on Tonyâs desk.
Instead of finding your best friend seated at his desk or even finding his desk empty, you see that Tonyâs desktop is covered with picture frames. Your curiosity wins out over the rising fear in your chest and you step closer to the desk to inspect the framed photos.
âOh,â A breath of surprise leaves you as you realize that they were photos of you and of Tim, taken at different times in your relationship. A series of pictures of the two of you from your second date, taken in one of the photo kiosks that you find at the mall. The two of you making goofy faces at each other in the bullpen. You and Tim bent over a computer, faces serious as you both stare at the screen. You turn to Timâs desk next, finding it filled with vases of flowers in your favorite color.
You move towards them, leaning down to inhale their fragrant scent, your gaze landing on your fatherâs desk and the photos scattered across the desktop, similar to Tonyâs desk, except these were pictures youâd taken of the two of you. One of the pictures from your first trip together, from the date when Tim had told you he loved you, and the first case the two of you had worked on together and a series of selfies youâd taken with Tim at various times; all laid out like a timeline of your relationship.
After a few long moments, you lift your gaze towards Zivaâs desk, curiosity seizing you as you find her desk almost empty. You quickly make your way to the front of the desk, your eyes landing on the single piece of white paper, with only one small paragraph scrawled out in the middle of the page.
Y/N,
I love you and I have something I have wanted to tell you, or rather ask you, for a long time now. I know youâre probably wondering what that question is, so if youâd turn around, Iâd like to ask you it.
You slowly turn around, the paper clutched to your chest and your heart racing in your chest as your eyes find Timâs. He gives you a small, honest smile as he takes a step forward, his hands clasping around yours before he kneels down on one knee in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize what is happening.
âIâve loved you for years. First, as a friend, and then as a boyfriend, and now...now I want to love you as your fiance, and eventually as your husband. Would you, Y/N Gibbs, do me the honor of being my wife?â In his hands is a modest red velvet ring box, a platinum band adorned with three small diamonds nestled on the inside of the open box.
A lump forms in your throat and as you try to speak, to say yes, nothing comes out. Instead, you nod your head vigorously and close the distance between the two of you. Tim stands fully just as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in against you. You vaguely register noise in the background, noise you later learn is from the various members of âyourâ NCIS team, as you feel him kiss your cheek. Â
âI love you.â You whisper softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, savoring in the feeling of his lips against yours.
âAnd I love you.â He gives you a deep kiss in return, leaning in to cup a hand along the back of your neck. After a moment, you pull back enough to smile widely at him, the realization that this man would become your husband, the man that you got to spend the rest of your life with, starts to dawn on you, filling you with elation and excitement, not only for your wedding but for the future youâd had with the man you loved.
