If Caitlin "Kate" Todd (NCIS) was in Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, which Great House of Westeros would they be part of or at least the most affiliated with?
House Targaryen
House Stark
House Lannister
House Baratheon
House Greyjoy
House Tully
House Arryn
House Martell
House Tyrell
Voting ended onDec 11, 2025
Ways to approach the poll if the character isn’t a royal:
If you think they’d be from a smaller house, go with the Great House that that smaller house is sworn to (ex: House Manderly —> vote Stark)
They don’t have to be a nobleperson, they can be someone working for the house or being ruled by them. Roles could be a sworn-sword, a septa, a butcher, a blacksmith, or even a lowly peasant.
You can consider the region itself. For example, if you feel the character would be from Dorne, pick House Martell.
You can consider the personality of the character. For example, if your character is all about honor, then consider either House Arryn or House Stark.
Last, but not least, be creative with it! For example, there was a comment I read that the character who was the subject of the poll would be pulling a Littlefinger, so they went with either Lannister or Tyrell as that would be that character’s target houses.
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ncis/ck crossover oh my god. supervisory special agent john kreese who’s super hard on his team but loving and caring for them with a dark past and the loss of his wife betsy. daniel larusso sec service turned ncis probie. johnny lawrence cop turned agent who has too many unconventional methods. terry silver the fbi agent (who hates the fbi) who bones in the notorious ncis elevator for secret meetings wink wink. come ON guys WE HAVE AN AU HERE
Occupation- NCIS San Diego Headquarters Director/Naval Aviator (Part of the '86 Flyboy crew)
Faceclaim- Randall Park
Summary
Gibbs' Rules:
Rule #1- Never let suspects sit together
Also Rule #1- Never screw your partner
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Rule #6- Never say you're sorry
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Rule #9- Never go without a knife
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Rule #12- Never date a coworker
In the light of finding out that international arms dealer Cole Henderson has made his reappearance in San Diego, NCIS has sent their best agents for an undercover mission. Despite them knowing what the mission entails, they don't know the ins and outs of the Navy. This is where they recruit the help of one of the Navy's top squadrons.
Coming Soon (Whenever college isn't taking over my life and I want to write a couple of chapters ahead)
A/N- Yeah I know I used a different template for Voung, was making mood boards for my own addition to the '86 Flyboys.
okokok so I absolutely love NCIS to death and I was talking to @doomspiral and now there is a whole hetalia au living in my head, all because I thought DiNozzo was a lot like Prussia. So have this and also expect more of it because I need to draw this or I’ll die
characters so far: I have Germania as Gibbs, Hungary as Ziva, Prussia as DiNozzo, Lithuania as McGee, Poland as Abby, England as Ducky, and America as Palmer
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AN: Another one shot in the Twilight Zone Universe. Not sure if I’ll come back to this universe or not but I sure do love it.
Pairing: Gibbs x fem!reader
Original Story
“I just . . . I don’t see why I need to invite everyone over.”
You roll your eyes as you continue preparing food. “It’s a Halloween party Jethro. Lord knows a bunch of my friends are coming, you should have some of yours too.”
He leans against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest, “I get along great with your friends.”
You laugh at that. “No. Try again. You say hello. Stick around for about twenty minutes and engage in small talk where you let out a few grunts, and then you go find the kids and spend most of the night with them.”
He leans over, “Yeah. . . well I like our kids.”
“This year, it’s your people. Abbey helped me create the guest list. Apparently, you’ve even managed to make friends outside of NCIS.”
His head whips towards you, “Excuse me?”
“Agent Fornell. Lieutenant Colonel Mann. And Jenny had quite a few other people from within NCIS to invite.”
He groans, “I hate that you and Jenny have become friends.”
You snort, “No you don’t.”
The simple fact was, you and Jenny had clicked. After several moments of shocked silence after your first meeting she had walked over to you and started a conversation. There had been no talk about Jethro, just random things. The two of you had started doing a girls' night after which Ziva and Abbey had started to join in.
Other than that, your interactions with NCIS were still next to non-existent. And you had been sick of not being involved in such a major part of Jethro’s life, so this year you had dedicated your annual Halloween party to his friends.
“All I’m saying is Daisy is six and Grayson is eight. We don’t have many trick or treating nights left with them. I think we have two until Grayson wants to go off with just his friends.”
“Which you won’t allow because of sick twisted people.”
He shrugs, “Aaron and Mike are all ready to go into stealth mode. And if I get really desperate I’ll send Ziva.”
“Overprotective dad, party of one.”
“And this is supposed to be Jamie’s last year trick or treating and he doesn’t even want to go.”
Ahhh. That explains it. Jethro has never been very good with the kids growing up. When Aaron had done the same thing, he had pouted for two days straight. And the day Aaron had decided to go to George Washington University instead of UVA or William and Mary, Jethro had taken him out to buy new baseball supplies.
You wash your hands and then go to him. You wrap him in a hug and he hugs back. “Kids grow up Jehtro. It’s part of life.”
“We should have had one more.” He grumbles and you laugh.
“Well. You still have me.”
He smiles at that and looks down at you, “I’ll always have you? Right?”
“Damn straight marine.”
He smiles and swoops down to kiss you. When you pull away you follow up with one more kiss and ask, “Can you handle the dishes? I want to make sure Daisy and Grayson are ready to go.”
“I’ve got them. Go ahead.”
You head up the stairs to see what’s going on. Aaron and Mike are waiting in the hallway and you pause at the sight of them. They haven’t dressed up in years, and the sight of them right now has your lips twitching. They’ve obviously raided Jethro’s closet for old NCIS and NIS clothes. They have the windbreakers on, along with the ball caps. Underneath they’re in jeans and button down shirts.
You lean against the wall, “Are you trying to give your dad a stroke?”
Aaron smiles, “Daisy asked us to dress up.”
Ahh. That explained it. None of the men in your family were able to tell that little girl no. “I see. What about Jamie, Gray, and the princess herself?”
Aaron shrugs, “Jamie was a bit more resistant until I asked him to do this for her.”
You lean against the railing and wait. Jamie is the first one to come out. He has on his “nice clothes”; slacks and a button down. Along with an NCIS jacket and hat that are much too big for him to wear.
You stifle a laugh. Jamie was eager to grow up and be just like his big brothers. “How do I look?”
“Very official.”
He beams and goes to lean against the wall, copying Aaron’s stance. You wait several more minutes before going to knock on Grayson’s door. You had bought his costume this year, and you knew what waited on the other side of the door. When he steps out dressed as an over muscled Batman he does his best to look menacing. There’s a quick, “I’m Batman.” And some coughing before you direct him to the wall.
Finally you go to Daisy’s room. You knock once and the door flies open. You smile at the sight of her. She’s beaming. In fact, she’s been beaming since she found this costume. She’s nearly vibrating now that she has it on. You look back at the boys who are all smiles. And before you can say anything she yells out, “I need to show daddy!” And runs down the stairs.
The boys quickly follow, leaving you behind. You scowl. You had created each of those kids from scratch, had gone through labor to breathe them into the world, and they were excited to show Jethro their costumes? Figures.
You take the stairs quickly, and arrive downstairs to find Daisy hugging Jethro’s leg while he straightens your boys' NCIS uniforms. You had expected some sort of dismissal. He had never wanted the boys to think of NCIS as the family business, and you doubted they would. But you can also see a spark in his eye. “If you’re going to wear the stuff, wear it right boys.” He looks up at you and smiles, “This is good brand awareness.” You roll your eyes, “And did you see? We have a giraffe in the house? I told you we could have fit that eight food Christmas tree.” Daisy giggles. “And we ap[arently know Batman. The next time we’re stuck on a case, I can call in extra help.” Grayson beams. And you smile.
Daisy tugs on Jethro’s sleeve, “What are you going as daddy?”
He pauses for a second, before he straightens, “The boss.”
He makes a show out of putting his NCIS cap and wind breaker back on. He points at your three oldest boys, “I’m boss tonight. Got it?”
The three of them answer together, “Got it boss.”
You can’t hold back the laughter this time. You’re saved from having to say anything by the doorbell ringing. You frown. Trick or treating isn’t due to start for another half and a half. “Jethro, can you get the candy?”
“On it.”
You head to the door, and instead of kids you find, “Tony.”
The young man smiles and moves in for a hug. “Mrs. Gibbs!”
You smile and pat his back, before you hear Jethro yell, “Dinozzo! Get off my wife!”
He withdraws immediately, “Sorry boss!”
A scowling Jethro comes up behind you, “You’re early.”
“Am I?”
He is, and he knows it too. His eyes focus on Jethro’s NCIS gear, “We got a case boss?”
“No. I’ve got a new team.” He jerks his head to the kids.
They all call out greetings and Tony smiles, “Cool. Mini Gibbs!” He slips inside. Over the next half hour more and more people arrive early. You suppose the draw of seeing into the personal life of Leeroy Jethro Gibbs is too hard to resist.
Ziva is the next to arrive. She’s only wearing a witches hat, but it’s enough. McGee follows dressed as Spock. And then there’s Abby, she arrives dressed as Marilyn Monroe. She makes a huge deal about the kids’ costumes. Jenny is up next. She isn't in a costume, but she smiles at the sight of the kids, “I see I have some new agents.”
“Daisy asked them to dress up, and none of them know the word no when it comes to her.”
“Ahh. Well, I’m going to go introduce myself as their director and all.”
You laugh and send her on her way. Ducky and Jimmy come next. Ducky is dressed as a train conductor, and Jimmy is in plain clothes. You watch in amusement as your husbands’ people interact with your family. It’s a nice sight. And despite his grumbling you can tell Jethro is happy to have them here, even if no one else can tell.
“Okay. Time for me to take these guys trick or treating.”
And there’s his escape. Abbey jumps up and down, “Can I come? Please!”
Daisy joins, “Yeah daddy, can Abby and Ziva come too?”
Daisy has been positioned in between the two women all night, and in that time she’s managed to capture their hands and not let go. There’s something soft in Ziva’s eyes as she watched Daisy. She has a soft spot for your daughter.
“Fine by me.”
Jethro stops by you on the way out, and swoops down to peck your lips, “I will be back.”
“I know. You’re a bit like a boomerang like that.”
He smiles, and this time when he kisses you, he cups your face. When he pulls back he whispers, “Love you.” Against your lips.
You smile as he follows the kids out. You turn back around to find a stunned room of people looking at you. You close the door, “He’s not special agent Gibbs all the time, you know.”
Tony winces, “Until about six months ago, I was pretty sure Gibbs was a robot who ran on coffee.”
There seems to be some sort of agreement amongst his friends. You go back into the living room right as the doorbell rings. “Can someone get that?”
McGee volunteers, “I’ve got it Mrs. Gibbs.”
You listen as you search for what you’re looking for. Apparently Agent Fornell and Agent Mann have arrived. You smile as Fornell asks, “So, is she real or a blow up doll?”
You come back in with what you needed, “I’m very real, I assure you Agent Fornell.”
The balding man’s eyes go wide, “Dear Lord. I thought you were pulling my leg Jen.”
“She wasn’t.” You settle on the couch, and place a photo album on the coffee table. “This might help you with separating the man Jethro is at work with the man he really is.”
It’s Ducky who reaches forward and opens it. The first picture is of you and Jethro at a carnival. It had been your third date. With cameras not as readily available back then, you didn’t have as many photos of you and Jethro together. There are, however, plenty of your wedding, of him with the kids as newborns, and him in uniform. There are more and more of the two of you together as you had begun owning cameras. In each of the photos Jethro is smiling and happy.
You leave them to continue looking through it as you put out the food. An hour later Jethro and the kids are back. You listen as Fornell and Mann rib your husband for some of the silly photos they had seen. Ziva and Abby make a mad dash for the photo album. You listen as Jethro tries to defend certain photos and as the kids add in their own two cents.
You’re in the middle of getting out even more food, because agents put it away, when Jethro’s arms circle your waist, and he kisses the back of your head. “I love you, have I told you that recently?”
“Every single day since we got married.” You turn in his arms and kiss him, “I love you something fierce marine.”
Jethro just smiles, “You realize this mean they’re going to be over for every major holiday, right? They don’t know the meaning of personal space.”
