Summary: Jimmy Palmer x agent!Reader -> You and Jimmy aren't known for getting along, but when he helps you out, things start to change.
Disclaimer: Mentions of accidental knife wounds to hands, firearm shots, elements of NCIS, reader is an agent and Jimmy helps patch her up, blood, dislike to friends to lovers, an almost kiss, a real kiss, a happy ending. This is my first time writing for NCIS so forgive me if this is terrible.
It was safe to say you and Ducky’s medical assistant, Palmer, didn’t exactly get along.
You’d been hired after a letter of recommendation was sent to Gibbs from your former boss at the FBI. You’d met Palmer a week after you started and there was just…something between both of you.
You never seemed to get along.
Whilst the conversations between yourself and the rest of the team were friendly, your conversations with Palmer were direct. Blunt. Highly work oriented.
You didn’t talk to each other unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Hey, Ducky?! Abby’s threatened me so I’m- Oh.”
Palmer turned around from where he was standing at his desk. “Ducky’s not here. He’ll be back in a couple hours if you want to wait.”
“Uhh, no. No, it’s fine. I’m just gonna-”
“Hold on.” Palmer’s voice was direct. “You said Abby threatened you?”
You shrugged. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yeah, you did. I heard you.”
“No, I-”
“What did you do to your hand?”
Quickly, you placed the bloodied hand behind your back. “Nothing.”
Palmer sighed, putting down his pen and walking over to you. “What are you doing?”
“Show me your hand?” He asked, holding out his own.
“What? No! There’s nothing to-”
Palmer was calmer than usual. “Show me. Your hand.”
You still didn’t move. So he added, “Please?”
Weighing up your options, the fear of Abby and the pain in your hand won over your hostility towards Palmer. So, with a reluctant eye roll, you showed him your hand.
You hissed as he took hold of it. “Careful.”
“I am being careful,” he pointed out. “What the hell did you even do?”
“The coffee machine. The filter dish thing got stuck so-”
“So you used a machete to get it open?”
“No.” You sighed. “But I did…use a knife.”
Palmer hummed. “A sharp one at that. Sit down.”
“Excuse me?”
Palmer sighed, again. “Clearly Abby sent you here to get it looked at. We have the supplies and I do know what I’m doing. So, take a seat.”
Again, the pain in your hand won, so you took a seat.
The first five minutes were spent in silence. Until the feeling of Palmer being so close to you, you could smell his cologne, started sending your head through loops you didn’t want it going through.
“I still can’t believe you cut it this deep.”
“Well, I can.” On instinct you tried to tug your hand away, but Palmer had a surprisingly steady and strong grip.
“Stay still.”
“Can you blame me? It hurts!”
“If you stayed still, it wouldn’t hurt as much.”
You bit your lip to hold back the small groan of pain. “Ah.”
“Almost done.”
A quiet tension settled over the room as Palmer got closer to your hand to finish off the stitches. Your fingers flexed on their own as he adjusted his hand in yours. And then he spoke.
“Your heartbeat’s really fast.”
“What?” The question came out short and shocked.
That was when you noticed two of Palmer’s fingers gently holding onto your wrist. “I said your heartbeat is really-”
“I know what you said.”
Then Palmer smiled at you for a brief moment. “You sound nervous.”
“No, I don’t,” you replied, sounding nervous.
A breathy chuckle left him. “Don’t tell me the NCIS agent is afraid of a little blood?”
Oh, thank god.
“Palmer. I am a woman,” you pointed out. “So…no.”
Palmer shrugged. “I suppose dealing with the one guy on the team you don’t like could also be a cause? I can practically hear you screaming to leave.”
You laughed. “You got me.”
“Well, no need to scream,” he told you. “Because you’re all done.”
You looked at his handy work. “Thanks, Palmer.”
He held a hand on his chest. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
Palmer chuckled again, turning away to clean his supplies and put them away. “You can tell Abby you’re not in any imminent danger.”
Despite him helping mend your hand, the next time you and Jimmy spent time talking wasn’t for a couple more weeks. And it freaked the entire team out, including Palmer and even Gibbs.
You’d wanted to try and be normal with him since he’d helped patch up your hand, but it took a while to work up the courage.
It was slow, at first, the change.
You went to the medical labs a few more times, per Gibbs orders. You said hello to both Ducky and him. You replied to his comments over the case. Days passed and you started replying to his ‘good mornings’. Then you needed a check up for your hand.
“Healing very nicely,” Ducky smiled. “Well done, Mr Palmer.”
Palmer smiled as he looked over his shoulder. And when he directed that smile towards you for a moment, you returned it.
The days bled into weeks and eventually the hostility had turned into an atmosphere of friendship.
That got blown up after a newly regular morning for both you and Jimmy.
After officially becoming friends outside of work, you found out you both went to the same coffee shop a couple of blocks from work. So, after his morning run and your early starts that didn’t mean having to be in the office, you’d meet up an hour before work and share a coffee.
Except, one morning you were running a little late and, whilst accidentally running into Jimmy outside of the cafe, you also happened to be hit with a blast from the past.
You cut off Jimmy’s morning ramble by yanking his arm and pulling him into the small alley beside the building.
“Uhh, what are we doing?”
You hadn’t noticed how close you were standing to him, with your hands firmly on his chest. He could smell the scent of your shampoo and it was…intoxicating. It filled every inch of his senses.
“Shush.”
Jimmy lowered his voice. “Y/n?”
However, as he covered one of your hands with his own, he felt you tremble a little. “Y/n? Is everything-”
“It’s my ex.”
“What?” Jimmy tried to look, but you pulled him back around the corner.
“No, don’t move.” You finally looked up at Jimmy. “I’m not moving.”
“Okay, it’s okay. We don’t have to move.” Then he asked, “Why aren’t we moving?”
“Because I don’t want to accidentally run into him or talk to him or even see him. And I don’t want him to see me and-”
Jimmy bent his knees a little to look at you at eye level. “Hey, you’re panicking. It’s okay. Just take a breather.”
You did as he said and felt a little calmer. “Okay. Great. Do you mind asking me why you’re so…”
“Freaked out?” You asked and Jimmy nodded. “He, uh, well, he proposed to me on the same night I was about to confront him about cheating on me. He thought I didn’t know and we had this massive fight. And then he blamed me for cheating and a lot of words were said – mostly from his part. And I know, I know, they’re not true but when you’ve been together for nearly two years it kinda messes with you and-”
“Okay, okay, okay. Well, first of all, he’s an asshole. You deserve so much better than that.” Jimmy said. “Second, you shouldn’t be the one hiding. You did nothing wrong. He should be the one hiding, that…that weasel.”
You felt yourself chuckle a little. “Thanks, Jimmy.”
He smiled at you. “Anytime. But, if you want to keep hiding, we can.”
You nodded, lightly, peering around the corner. Your ex was leaving the dry cleaners across the street and heading straight for his car. “He’s leaving.”
“Okay.”
As you stood back with Jimmy, you realised just how close you’d been standing to Jimmy and you didn’t exactly feel like moving. Especially with the feeling of his hands over yours. “But…a couple more minutes…”
“Couldn’t hurt?” Jimmy asked, his voice low.
You felt yourself swallow a little nervously, then you nodded. “Couldn’t hurt.”
No kiss took place, but that didn’t matter. Because between the stolen breaths, the intense feeling of holding his hands in yours as you felt his heartbeat quicken in his chest; everything had changed.
The tension between you and Palmer was no longer hostile, but it was also no longer friendly but awkward.
Incredibly awkward.
Nervous chuckles, wanting the floor to swallow you whole, when you both got caught trying to pass each other in the hallway. Jimmy accidentally dropped casefiles whenever you walked inside, you helped him but being unable to maintain eye contact with him for longer than three seconds made the others aware something was going on. Or had already happened.
The others also noticed the secret gazes. Jimmy would look at you, but the minute you looked back, he'd look away, and visa versa.
But it wasn’t until a final shoot out at the end of a case, weeks later, that things truly changed.
You’d caught two in your vest and one had just grazed your arm. You were still bleeding when things wrapped up and when you finally got some air back in your lungs, only one thing was clear to you.
“Go,” Gibbs had told you when you called his name. Without another word, you hopped into your car and drove straight back to work.
Ducky had left the office twenty minutes early and Palmer had been cleaning up for a fresh start in the morning when he heard your boots running from the elevator.
“Hey,” he smiled. Until he saw the blood on your arm. “What happened? Did you get shot? Is the team okay? Wait, why aren’t you at the hospital?”
“Shut up,” you told him, rushing over to him.
Surprising him, you reached out and pulled him in by his scrubs before kissing him. It didn’t take him long to start kissing you back, holding you in at your waist.
But suddenly, he pulled back.
“You’re still bleeding,” he pointed out.
You shrugged. “It’s just a flesh wound.”
You kissed him again, and he kissed you back. It took most of his mental strength to try and stop kissing you. “Sweetheart, I really don’t like the idea of you bleeding from a gunshot wound.”
Trying to steady your breath, you nodded. “Okay. Maybe you’re right.”
“We both know I’m right.” Jimmy smiled, holding your hand that lay beside his neck where your thumb unknowingly traced his skin.
Leaning in a little, he kissed you three more times. “Take a seat.”
Sitting down, you smiled and watched Jimmy move around the lab, gathering what he needed to clean your flesh wound.
In the quiet hum of the lab, you told him everything that you could about what had happened. All the while, he cleaned you up and checked the bruises that lay on your chest and abdomen.
“They’ll heal,” he told you. “They’ll be sore for a while, but they’ll heal.”
When his eyes met yours again, you smiled before kissing him. Though you both may have got off on the wrong foot when you first met, there wasn’t a single part of you that doubted your feelings for Jimmy.
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a/n: this was the idea that sparked the crossover when i was doing an ncis rewatch
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It’s not a call you wanted to ever receive.
“It’s.. uh, I just. I figured you’d want to know,” Tony’s voice trails.
“Know what Tony?” you ask, brow furrowed, he wasn’t making any sense.
The bar is loud behind you, it’s almost nine now, but the sun’s only just set and the whole squad was inside, everyone covered in salt and sand from the day spent at the beach. It had been a good day, but somehow, you knew the good was about to end.
“I’m really sorry,” he says again and your breath catches.
You’d met Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo during your station at Norfolk. You’d been sent there while on medical reserve. You worked on the Navy Yard, and when you think back, it’s probably because of your mom. She’d been close with a retired Marine Gunny turned Supervisory Special Agent in Charge, all because of your grandpa. The Gunny had a team there, and somehow, you’d gotten roped into spending some time with them while you recuperated. Physically able enough to be in the field, but not yet able to withstand sustained Gs. You’d enjoyed the stint, made friends with the team. You’d left NCIS better than you’d arrived, in more ways than one.
You’d bonded with Tony over pop culture references, and a quiet reverence for the Gunny. A new level to the respect you’d always had since you’d met him as a toddler.
“Tell me,” you force out.
Please don’t say it’s Gunny.
“It’s Franks,” he finally admits, and your knees go weak. “He’s dead, kid.”
“Oh shit, oh, fuck,” you huff out, trying to reign everything in.
That’s worse.
“Did anyone call my mom?” you ask, as your legs give out.
There’s a rolling wave of grief.
You grip tight to the railing as you try not to topple.
“Gibbs is calling her now,” he says quietly.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs had been in your life as long as you can remember. He’d filled the dad role often after your own had passed. You’d never really known him as a Gunny, but you did as Pop’s probie. You can’t imagine the silence that must’ve fallen over the NCIS building. But your thoughts are focused on Mike Franks. Your grandfather. There’d always been something about him, all old school, with his own sense of justice, too patriotic for his own good, it turned out. You hadn’t understood it then, but you saw how he changed after 9/11, and that was when you realized there was still so much to do. That was the reason you enlisted, he was.
You finally sit, as the grief rolls over you. You were not new to grief, you’d lived with it as a cloud almost your whole life, but this felt different. It wasn’t like when you’d lost your dad. You’d been too young, you think. All you really knew back then was you missed him, you were sad he was gone, disappointed that he’d never come home again.
You were okay though. You had your mom, you had pop, and you had Gibbs.
Gibbs who took you to the father daughter dance after pop got hurt on a case, and couldn’t take you like he’d promised. Gibbs who taught you how to drive manual when your mom decided she was not built to be the one to contend with you and the road. Makes sense, given you elected to pursue a career involving flying jets.
You’re struck with the realization that underneath the grief is an overwhelming sense of relief. It’s not Gunny, it’s not Tim, it’s not any of them. You want to puke as soon as you think it. Guilt gnawing at your insides. You loved your grandfather, but you’d been anticipating his death for a while now. So sure that all the cigarettes would finally catch up to him.
“Gadget?” His voice is strained, thank god it wasn’t Tony, either.
“Yeah,” you manage to choke out, from where you’re now sitting, one hand still grasping tight to the railing.
“It was the P2P,” and then there was anger.
“Son of a bitch,” you huff, and now there’s tears in your eyes. “He was supposed to be in Mexico,” you add on, because you’d just talked to him. “He was supposed to be done with this!”
You’d spoken with your grandfather just a few days ago, making plans to come down to Mexico when you had a short leave in a few weeks. You’d already booked your ticket.
“He only got here this morning, Gibbs called,” Tony adds on.
it goes quiet then. As if Tony’s not sure how to continue. and you become stuck in a contemplative silence.
…
“He picked my call sign,” you eventually say softly.
“What?” Tony asks, and you can imagine the frown.
“Pop, he.. uh… I loved cars, and taking things apart to learn how they worked. He was the one who called me inspector gadget as a kid. One of my instructors heard him call me Gadget during training on family weekend, and.. and then it was my official callsign.”
You don’t know why you’re telling him. You’d never told anybody that your grandfather was the one who coined Gadget, everyone who needed to know, did.
“I didn’t know that,” Tony admits, and you can hear the sad chuckle in his voice.
“I’ve never told anyone before,” you admit, sniffing.
“I’m really sorry, (y/n),” is all he offers.
You sniff and force yourself back to your feet. “Yeah,” you say in the absence of anything else. “Tell Gunny to call me when he can,” you decide.
“Yeah, but-” you don’t listen to the rest, ending the call.
You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, but it must’ve been too long because eventually someone came looking for you.
“Gadget?” it’s Hangman who calls your name. “You drink too much or something?” he muses coming closer.
It’s not until he can see your face that he realizes you’re crying, and the smirk is gone in a second. He drops down to be eye level and you continue to look past him and at the ocean.
“Gadget? Gadget, talk to me, what happened?” his voice had gone soft, one hand gently landing on your shoulder
“My grandfather’s dead,” you say, and god it hurts.
⌖ Maybe it’s your habit of self-sabotage. Maybe it’s his recent withdrawal. Maybe it’s both of you. Maybe you were destined for each other. Maybe in a different life. Oh well.
⌖ I’m bad at summarizing or anything. Read it. No happy ending.
It had been a whirlwind: your relationship with Jethro.
He met you at the bar, seeing your high bun and your tense shoulders and he sidled up next to you. Gibbs didn’t know why but you were an enigma to him. Someone new, mysterious and he had to know you.
And know you he did. Gibbs grew fond of the dimple on your left cheek, read the stretch marks on your thighs like braille, and kissed your scars like his lips and the raised skin were estranged lovers.
But Jethro learned things about you other than the freckles and other physicalities. He learned your coffee order, how you liked your eggs, why you didnt sleep with a pillow, and how you tied your boots the way you did.
Jethro- instead of coming over when he wanted sex- came over whenever he was free. Or invited you to his place (you were a splendid woodworker, he found).
You would sometimes spontaneously see a movie or go out to eat. Jethro would convince you to come stay a weekend at the cabin with him. Maybe he’d help you re-learn how to hunt. Jethro learned how to operate an actual phone with you, often texting your friends back when you were busy.
Then he was sent out on a case.
A week long, absolutely no contact with anyone except his team. And you were completely fine with that. You’d been in the military at a time in your life and you knew how he was: that’s why you got along so well.
It was when Jethro came back did you realize that he would never be able to settle down with you.
Sure he still kissed you after he cleaned you up, but he didn’t stay. Jethro brought you your coffee, but it didn’t have a smiley face or a heart on the side drawn in sharpie anymore.
But the worst part?
It took you two months to realize it.
So now, you’re putting your truck in park in Jethro’s parking lot. Tonight is as good a night as ever, you thought. Despite the anxiety in your gut, you knew you were never going to be able to be with anyone permanently. You wished you weren’t so blind.
But oh how it felt good to see his blue gaze filled with adoration, to feel a nauseating sensation in your gut whenever he reached his hand out for you to hold his hand. Oh. Oh no.
“Hey, you,” Jethro greeted, looking up from his boat- the beautiful thing that you’d helped him with diligently. The damned craft that had you thinking of him whenever someone even mentioned a boat.
You leaned against the railing. “I’m moving.”
The sander in Jethro’s hands actually shook. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing- undoubtedly trying to depict what you were playing at. But you weren’t. You had everything packed up, house nearly sold. Buyers picking the keys up tomorrow. Done deal.
“I, uh… came to say goodbye,” you said.
Disbelief replaced skepticism. “What? What’re ya moving for?” He placed the sander down.
You scratched your head. “You don’t need me. I don’t need you. I need to live my life. Alone. Neither of us are destined for a happy ending,” you say, feeling that embarrassing sting in your eyes. “Things have changed and I’m not good for you. So I need to leave.”
“Wh- What the hell are you talking about?” Jethro asked, throwing his hands up. He shook his head, spluttering. Trying to find things to say. “You’re going to run away from this? What’s changed?”
You shook your head and smiled to hide your welling eyes. “You know what I’m talking about. And it’s not your fault.” You step foward, and take another step, and another until you can stand in front of him in all of your glory. “I’m not going to be another stain on your life, Jethro, but I would be remiss if I didn’t… if I didn’t tell you that a part of me will always be in love with you. But that’s why I have to go.”
Jethro shook his head again, his own eyes glinting. He wet his lips, buying time to keep you in fromt of him before you turn into another ghost to haunt him. “Stop. Don’t say that. Y/n-“
“Kiss me goodbye.”
His lips quivered as he slowly lowered his head to yours and paused: breathing in the scent of you for the last time. Then that damned tear fell, racing down his cheeks and reached his lips just as he closed the gap between the two of you, tasting of salt and sadness and the familiar melancholy grief that had become a permanent resident in Jethro’s heart, soul, and bones.
You broke away first, own tears dripping from your chin to Jethro’s floor. “I love you, Jethro.”
His jaw clenched. “Don’t,” he rasped. He cursed himself. “Y/n, don’t.”
And for a moment you really did consider staying. But then you remembered the hallowness in his actions after returning from that case. You remembered him leaving you at night when it was cold. You remember him more quiet than the man you fell for. And you knew you couldn’t do it all again. Hell, you would ruin it all anyway just like you always do.
“Semper fidelis, marine,” you muttered before tilting your head up- reveries of tears glittering in the light highlighting the sorrow that was mitually shared.
And you turned on your heel and walked out of the basement. Out of the house. Drove out ofthe state. Out and away.
But Jethro let his eyes fall to the floor. To the droplets of tears- your tears. And his, mixed. He stood there all night. Well into the morning. Watching the last of you disappear just like the last two women he had truly truly loved had.
I would like to play my hand at a Tony DiNozzo 🍸 fic please! for my choice i would like to request smut prompts "do you have any idea how good you taste?" and "do you want to taste yourself?"
title; favorite meal (Tony DiNozzo x fem!reader)
prompt/s; “do you have any idea how good you taste?” and “do you want to taste yourself?” — from smut prompts
warnings; established relationship, civilian!reader, tony being tony ?, smut, minors do not interact!!!, oral (f receiving), munch!tony, kisses after, allusions to sex, but that’s it?? lmk if i missed any!! (1,199 words)
a/n; slowly making a comeback lol
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Tony had gotten home a little over an hour ago, a tired smile on his face as he greeted you, but it was quickly replaced with a smirk as he kissed you hungrily.
which is exactly why and how you ended up here, with Tony between your thighs.
both of his hands held your legs apart, easily making room for himself while your fingers tangled in his hair.
you watched as Tony admired your cunt, using two of his fingers to spread your folds to get a better look, while your head spun with pleasure.
“Tony..”
he hummed at your whine, your fingers in his hair trying to pull him closer but he stayed in place, continuing to admire your cunt as it drooled with arousal.
his eyes flicked up to yours, watching as you whined again and let your head lull to the side, lips parted and your fingers tightening in his hair.
but then he leaned in.
Tony moved his tongue through your folds, creating a wet and messy sound between your legs as he started to flick his tongue.
pleasure was instant, cutting through you sharp like a knife and already causing heat to simmer low in your core.
you moaned out as his nose bumped against your clit, his head moving from side to side, and causing sparks to light up in your body.
he licked into you like a man starved, over and over, as if he was trying to lap up every drop of your arousal.
both of Tony’s hands kept your thighs parted while pleasure continued to flood through your body like a tiday wave, causing your head to fall back into the bed and moans fall freely from your lips.
“baby..”
you mewled, rocking your hips into his face with every flick of his tongue.
the wet slick sounds of his mouth on you were filhty, causing a string of moans to tumble from your lips while heat twisted in your body.
it had been a couple days since you and Tony had last been intimate together, his job becoming demanding in the past week that caused a small wall to build between you both.
but now, now Tony was making that up to you tenfold.
he was eating you out with a growing vigour and need, easily making it up to you with every flick of his tongue, just like he always did when weeks like these happened.
“oh fuck..”
you cursed while Tony groaned at your moans, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin and causing your hips to rock against his face with more force.
Tony pulled your clit between his lips, your hips already bucking forwards again while a gasp of his name fell from your lips.
your fingers tightened in his hair as his tongue moved in desperate circles around your clit, causing your eyes to roll back into your head and the coil to wind tighter in your belly.
each flick of his tongue allowed him to lap up more and more of your arousal like a man possessed, the taste of you exploding on his tongue and a groan vibrating into your core again.
heat and bliss spiked throughout your body, as if someone had lit a match in your core and Tony’s tongue was helping to keep it alight.
you wanted nothing more than the pent up tension from the past week to be released, but it felt so far.
“Tony.. just like that”
you whined, your hips chasing every lick and flick of his tongue. he hummed into your core, each rock of your hips helping to spur him on as he closed his lips around your clit again, before he sucked harshly on the bud.
the sensation caused your back to bow off of the bed, your hips jerking from the pleasure and that familiar build inside inching closer and closer to exploding.
Tony dragged the flat of his tongue through your folds again, smirking to himself as your fingers tightened in his hair and held him in place.
his hands held your thighs as they began to shake, your orgasm drawing closer as he worked you closer and closer.
ecstasy flooded through your body while Tony’s name slipped from your lips in another breathless moan as he easily worked you towards the edge.
“that’s it, i’ve got you”
he murmured into your core, keeping up with his ministrations as his hands kept you in place. his tongue continued around and against your clit, earning another moan from you as your release washed over you.
Tony kept you pinned down against the bed, eagerly drinking down your release and filling the room with the lewd sounds of him slurping between your legs.
“Tony..”
you whined, trying to push him away as he stayed in place, continuing to lap at your cunt while you tried pushing him away again, trying to alleviate the spark of pleasure that started twisting into more.
but Tony stayed right where he was, working you through your high and already starting to build you back up again.
“too much baby..”
he chuckled into your core, humming at the soft pull of your fingers in his hair, before reluctantly pulling away from your core.
“what’s wrong?”
Tony asked, his cheek against your thigh while his left hand soothed across your other thigh, calming the tremours as you basked in the aftermath of your climax.
his eyes had glazed over, satisfaction and amusement on his face, while you sighed above him.
“it’s too much, you’re too eager”
you told, earning a laugh from Tony as he slowly lifted his head, smirking up at you as he pulled your legs over his shoulders.
“do you have any idea how good you taste?”
the rough glide of his fingers across your skin left heat in their wake, a strangled gasp falling from your lips as he ducked his head to flick his tongue again.
he pulled you closer, leaning back in to flick his tongue through your folds, gathering the remnants of your release on his tongue and groaning as the taste of you exploded across his senses.
“you taste so good”
you whined at his words, your hips trying to pull away from his mouth again before he continued on.
“do you want to taste yourself?”
Tony was already pulling away from your cunt before you could register his words, his body surging forwards and his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss.
a moan tore from your lips at the tatse of yourself on his tongue, allowing him to easily deepen the kiss while his hips slotted against yours.
“i missed you”
he murmured, his hips flush against yours, despite still being fully clothed, a stark contrast to your naked state.
the bed creaked as Tony lay against you, his left hand hooked under your knee to pull your leg around his hip, while his right hand rested on the bed next to your head.
“is this okay?”
a smile broke out across your face at his question, amusement twinkling in your eyes before you kissed him again, whispering softly against his lips.
summary: falling for your coworker was never something you planned on, but it happened nonetheless. so, you kept it top secret. this works fine until someone breaks into NCIS headquarters, and you and tony are put in harms way.
You sent a glare in Tony’s direction after getting hit in the face with a piece of candy. “Dinozzo!” You said, exasperatedly, trying to figure out why he had just thrown an M&M at your face.
“I called your name like five times. You didn’t hear me.” He explained. You ran your hand through your hair. “That’s cause I’m working. Gibbs is down in interrogation, and he needs something he can use. I don’t want to be the one to tell him I have nothing— whatever. What do you need?” You asked him.
“I want to show you a trick.” He said, excitedly. You and Tony were really good friends, which meant you both had no trouble having fun around each other. Gibbs didn’t always love this.
Tony tossed a piece of candy up in the air and attempted unsuccessfully to catch it in his mouth. You quickly put your hand over your mouth, suppressing a giggle. “Don’t you even,” Tony warned, expecting the sarcastic comment that was on the tip of your tongue.
“I wasn’t gonna say anything. I just figured a federal agent would have better hand-eye coordination.” You said, smirking at him. He knew he had just been challenged. “Alright, let’s see you do it.” He said, inviting you over to his desk.
You stood up from your chair and walked over to the side of Tony’s desk. He tossed a piece of candy your way, which you caught in your mouth on the first try. The smile on Tony’s face faded. “You were clearly assisted by my excellent aim,” he said, defensively.
You giggled at his sad expression. “So, what’s my prize for beating you?” You asked, curiously. A smirk spread across Tony’s face. “That depends on what you want.” He quipped.
A flirty comment out of Tony wasn’t anything knew to you. All of your coworkers knew you both were into each other, but hadn’t admitted it yet.
You thought about it, and his comment gave you an idea about the suspect down in interrogation.
“I need to call Gibbs,” you said, grabbing the phone off his desk.
“I’m very happy for you, but I don’t think Gibbs is going to care that you caught an M&M.” He said, not catching on yet. You flicked his arm.
“Ow,” he exclaimed, scooting his chair back away from you.
“Your phone’s not working,” you said, slamming it down. You raced over to your desk, grabbing your own phone. You heard the same static sound over your phone. “The phones must be down.” You said, confused since the phones were never down.
Over your shoulder, Tony saw a man step out of the elevator with a large gun. His first instinct should have been to grab his own gun and order the man to surrender. That was his job after all.
But not with you standing in the middle.
He dived over to where you were standing, pulling you down to the ground with him. As you both fell to the floor, you heard a bunch of rapid gunshots go into the ceiling.
You felt a burning sensation on your upper arm. You swore under your breath, wincing in pain.
Tony felt his heart sink as he noticed the blood seeping through your shirt. “Hang on, it’ll be okay. One of the ricochets must have hit you. Just looks like a graze though,” he said, tugging off the button-up shirt he was wearing.
He was left in a white t-shirt, tying his other shirt tightly around your arm.
“I need to see Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.” The intruder announced to the squad room. There wasn’t very many agents in the office today, but they were all now laying on the ground as instructed.
“Keep pressure on this,” Tony said, starting to stand up. You gripped onto his arm. He saw the fear in your eyes. Tony had never seen you scared before.
You weren’t scared for yourself. You were scared Tony would play hero and get himself hurt.
“Don’t,” you begged him. He could sense your desperation. “I won’t go anywhere,” he gave in. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to him.
You heard heavy footsteps behind you. The intruder was standing right in front of your desk, staring at you both sitting behind it.
“You, up!” He ordered, staring at Tony. Tony slowly stood, holding his hands up. “I’m Gibbs. What do you need?” He asked, nonchalantly.
“You want to try again, agent? Because I know you’re not Gibbs.” He threatened. Tony shrugged his shoulders. “I’m Special Agent Gibbs. Don’t know what to tell you,” he lied.
You cursed Tony out in your head. He was amazing at his job, but always knew how to make you worry about him.
“How about you tell me the truth?” The intruder said, shifting his gun to point it at you. Tony jumped in front of the intruder, keeping you safe. “Hey hey hey, I’m Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo. Don’t hurt her” the words rushed out of his mouth.
The intruder smirked, realizing he had found Tony’s weak spot.
There was no bluffing when it came to you. Tony wouldn’t do anything that risked your safety.
“That’s better, Romeo. Now bring me to Gibbs.” The intruder demanded. Tony hesitated, looking over his shoulder at you. “She’s hurt. Let me call our doctor up here. Then, I’ll do whatever you want,” Tony negotiated.
The intruder considered his proposition for a minute, then turned to you. “You, come here.” He demanded. Following your training, you held your hands in the air and slowly walked towards him.
He pointed his gun at Tony and used his other hand to pat you down. You could see Tony tense up. “So, what do you want with Gibbs?” You asked, trying to get inside his head.
“My name is Jeremiah Parker. Agent Gibbs arrested my brother today, and I’m here to get him back.” The intruder explained, referencing the suspect that was down in interrogation with Gibbs right now.
Jeremiah ran his hand down your legs, grabbing your gun and throwing it to the side. His hand went back up to your waist.
You felt yourself flinch as his hand lingered on your ass. Tony noticed immediately. “Hey, get your hands off of her.” Tony snapped.
Jeremiah simply chuckled. “Calm down, Agent Dinozzo. I’m only looking for these.” He said, grabbing your handcuffs off your belt.
“Cuff his hands, sweetheart.” He told you. Tony gave you a soft smile, letting you know it was okay. You stepped towards Tony, grabbing both his hands and handcuffing them in front of him.
He grabbed one your hands and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re shaking. It’ll be okay, I promise,” he assured you.
Then, Jeremiah grabbed your shoulders forcefully and pulled you away from Tony. He pressed the tip of his gun against your side.
“Call your doctor, and put it on speaker.” He instructed Tony, who nodded his head and obliged.
The phone rang once or twice and then you heard Jimmy’s voice come through the speaker. “Hello, this is Palmer,” he said, nonchalantly.
“Hey, Jimmy. I need to speak with Dr. Mallard.” Tony said, silently praying Palmer would know he only ever referred to him as Ducky. Jimmy mumbled “one second,” and then there was some silence.
“Hello, Tony?” Ducky asked. “Hi, Dr. Mallard. I need you to bring your first aid kit up to the squad room please.” Tony said, calmly. Ducky was silent for a minute, trying to figure out what was wrong. “Tony, what’s going on?” Ducky asked, already knowing something was off.
“Just hurry,” Tony said, almost snapping. He was almost pleading with Ducky. If Jeremiah knew anything was going on, he’d probably kill you both.
“Tony is everything ok—” Ducky started to ask before Jeremiah quickly hung up the phone.
You felt your body tense as he slammed the phone down. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. If your doctor does as he’s told, you’ll be just fine.” Jeremiah assured you, running his thumb over you cheek.
“I only bring you to Gibbs if you leave her alone.” Tony threatened. Jeremiah didn’t respond, he just chuckled to himself. “You’re the one in handcuffs. I don’t think you’re in a place to make demands.” Jeremiah told him.
The elevator door dinged. You all watched Ducky cautiously step out of the elevator, first aid kit in hand.
Jeremiah pressed his gun against your head. “Over here, doctor,” Jeremiah announced.
Ducky knew something was wrong just from the phone call. He wasn’t shocked that there was an intruder, but seeing a gun pointed at your head made him realize how serious the situation was.
“Ducky, Y/N’s arm got grazed. I need you to stay here and help her. Me and our friend have to go talk to Gibbs.” Tony told him.
Jeremiah shoved you towards Ducky, who held his hands out and caught you from falling over. Tony also lunged to try to catch you, even though his hands were handcuffed together.
Ducky wrapped his arm around your shoulder, in a fatherly manner. “Well Gibbs is down in interrogation now.” He said, looking towards Tony. You knew from Ducky’s expression that Gibbs knew what was going on.
You didn’t know why you were so nervous. You and Tony had worked in the field together for years, but he had never seen you this nervous. You didn’t know why it felt different this time.
You both were in dangerous situations all the time, but this time you were terrified that Tony would get hurt. He had the same worries for you.
Tony noticed how you were nervously biting your lip.
“Hey, it’ll be alright. You know me,” Tony said, softly. He was trying to reassure you, but it wasn’t working.
If you hadn’t seen the small beads of sweat on his forehead, you probably would’ve believed him.
But he was right. You did know him.
You knew he used humor instead of admitting he was scared.
You both had been hiding behind the “just friends” label for years, but Tony had always cared for you more he had ever cared for just a friend. As he saw the look on your face and the tear rolling down your cheek, he had all the confirmation he needed that you felt the same way about him.
He sighed at the irony of the situation. Tony was very aware that this could be the last time he saw you.
You also were terrified. As soon as Tony was out of your sight, there was no saying what would happen to him.
“Ducky, I need you to take care of her” Tony said with the most serious tone you’ve ever heard him use.
Jeremiah kicked Tony in the back of the leg, pushing him forward. “Let’s go,” he demanded.
As soon as Jeremiah turned away from you, you decided to copy one of Tony’s favorite movies, the A-Team, which he had forced you to watch with him.
You had the key to your handcuffs concealed in your hand. You quickly slipped the key into your mouth. “Tony wait,” you called out. Tony stopped in his tracks as you walked over to him.
You cupped his face and kissed him. Tony was shocked, but wasted no time kissing you back. He felt your tongue slip the key into his mouth. He smirked into the kiss, knowing that you remembered watching that movie together.
You reluctantly pulled out of the kiss. “Be safe,” you whispered. He nodded his head, “I promise.”
You felt Ducky’s hands on your arm, pulling you back towards him. You both watched as the two of them walked away towards the elevator.
“He’ll be alright, my dear,” Ducky reassured you. You turned around, leaning your head on Ducky’s shoulder as a few tears slipped onto your cheeks. “I really want to believe you, Duck.” You whispered.
“Anthony will do whatever it takes to come back to you because it’s you.” He told you.
As the elevator doors closed, Tony looked over his shoulder at Jeremiah. “If you put another scratch on her body, I swear to god, I will kill you myself.” Tony threatened.
“Is Agent Dinozzo in love?” Jeremiah questioned. Tony remained silent. He had barely been able to admit those feelings to himself.
“I am a sucker for love. It’s so sad that you’ll never see her again.” Jeremiah quipped.
Then, the elevator screeched to a halt. Tony knew that somewhere Gibbs was responsible.
Meanwhile, Ducky was dragging you up to MTAC. You had told all the other agents in the squad room to go up there to stay safe, but you weren’t planning on staying. You needed to go help Tony.
Ducky didn’t like that idea.
“Now, just come on, my dear. I need to look at your arm. Anthony has this under control. You could walk into an ambush.” Ducky tried to convince you, blocking the door so you couldn’t leave.
“Ducky. I think I love him, and I would regret staying here for the rest of my life if he gets hurt.” You told him, honestly.
Ducky nodded, sympathizing with your situation. “Then, let me fix this first.” He said, fixing the way Tony’s shirt was tied around your arm.
“There you go, but be safe.” He told you, letting you leave. You sprinted down the stairs and grabbed your gun off your desk. You opted to take the stairs down to interrogation instead of the elevator.
Tony and Jeremiah’s elevator finally continued descending down to the interrogation floor.
Jeremiah stuck his gun to Tony’s head, anticipating agents when the elevator doors opened.
The doors opened and revealed Gibbs standing with his gun pointed at Jeremiah. “Put your gun down, Agent Gibbs, or another one of your agents gets hurt.” Jeremiah demanded.
Ducky had told Gibbs about the weird phone call with Tony, but he didn’t know about you getting hurt.
“What did you do?” Gibbs asked, cautiously.
“Y/N got grazed by a bullet. She’s with Ducky now. She’s probably gonna need some stitches.” Tony informed him.
Tony promptly got elbowed by Jeremiah. “Shut your mouth, Romeo. Or your girlfriend is going to get more than a graze.” Jeremiah snapped.
Tony didn’t stop.
“Boss, drop your gun. You won’t need it to take him out.” Tony told Gibbs. Gibbs got the message and placed his gun on the ground.
Jeremiah had had enough. He threw a quick punch at Tony’s face, successfully hitting him right in the nose.
Tony’s plan worked.
He flinched, grabbing his nose with both his hands. He sneakily grabbed the key out of his mouth, but didn’t unlock the handcuffs yet.
Jeremiah walked Gibbs and Tony down the hallway, towards the interrogation room. Tony unlocked the handcuffs when Gibbs gave him the signal.
He popped his hands out and turned around, quickly smacking the gun out of Jeremiah’s hands. Then, McGee jumped out from around the corner with his gun pointed at Jeremiah.
Gibbs grabbed Jeremiah and quickly handcuffed him.
“Go get her,” Gibbs told Tony, but he had already started running towards the stairs. McGee followed after Tony, not quite keeping up. This was the fastest Tony had ever ran. His mind was racing with thoughts of you.
Tony got to the squad room and found your desk empty. You and Ducky were nowhere to be seen. Tony called your name a few times, desperately looking around for you.
McGee arrived shortly after Tony. “She could’ve brought everyone up to MTAC for safety.” McGee suggested. Tony sprinted up the stairs, slamming the door open as he ran inside.
He scanned the faces of all the agents standing in the room, not seeing you. Agents started to funnel out of the room, knowing it was safe now.
“Oh, come on, come on, where are you?” His mind was racing with possibilities.
Tony found Ducky. “Ducky. Where is she?” He asked, urgently.
“She went off to find you, Anthony.” Ducky informed him.
“Tony, Tony, down here,” Tony heard McGee screaming from outside.
Tony ran outside of MTAC and saw you standing down next to McGee in the squad room.
Once his eyes landed on you, he sprinted down the stairs, running as fast as his legs would take him.
He pulled you right into his arms, holding onto you tightly. “Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay” you whispered into his shirt. “I’m fine. Gibbs has him. It’s all okay” he ran his hand through your hair, comforting you.
“What about your arm?” Tony jumped back, thinking he was hurting you. “I’m fine, Tony. Ducky’s gonna stitch it up. It hurts like a bitch, but I’m fine.” You assured him.
You looked at his face, wanting to double check that he was actually okay. “Your nose looks all red and swollen.” You said, noticing his injury.
“I had to get him to throw a punch at me, so I could get the key out of my mouth. I promise, it’s nothing. It takes more than that to hurt Anthony Dinozzo.” He told you. He pulled you back into his arms.
“I know this is part of the job, but I was so fucking worried about you.” You told him, squeezing onto him tightly.
He grabbed your chin and pulled your face up to connect your lips. He had one hand pressed against your cheek, and the other was on the back of your head. You rested your hands on his sides.
You weren’t taking any part of this moment for granted. You memorized the way his shirt felt under your fingers and spearmint taste on his lips.
“Oh, would you look at that? All it took to get you two together was a hostage situation.” Ducky said. You both pulled away and saw Ducky staring with Gibbs and McGee standing behind him.
“I can’t believe you used the key trick from A-Team. You are so amazing.” Tony said, pressing a bunch of kisses to your cheek. Tony couldn’t contain himself. After all, the girl he was crazy about used his favorite move from his favorite movie to save his life.
“I hate to steal her from you, Anthony, but she really needs those stitches.” Ducky interrupted.
“Don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” Tony said, cheesily interlacing your fingers with his and walking over to your desk where Ducky had his first aid kit opened.
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Ooh I thought of one tony flirting with ny not knowing she's married to or dateing Gibbs.
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Are You Done?
Jethro Gibbs x f!reader
Warnings: just some flirty, jealous-ish fluff
“Ziva, Tony, McGee,” The honey-smoked voice you’d grown to love boomed across the bullpen, “On your feet — Someone for you to meet.”
The team gathered near where you stood alongside Jethro. All three sent reluctant smiles your way until Gibbs began to speak again. He introduced you formally with your first and last name, and the uninspiring title of “The new HR rep.”
Great, you thought, they’re gonna hate me already.
“Ha-alright,” Tony stuck his hand out to shake yours energetically, “It’s good to have another pretty face to share all my work problems with. Hey, you know, that new guy in legal is really getting under my skin; he’s so—“
“DiNozzo,” Jethro cut in, “Let her settle in before you start bellyaching, huh?”
You all let out a chuckle and the team retreated back to their desks. Jethro shot you a quick grin and nodded towards a nearby hallway before escorting you to your new office.
The next few hours went along as well as they could for the first day at a new job. You met your new coworkers, started to learn your way around the office, and took note of where the handsome Special Agent Gibbs spent most of his time.
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As the evening wound down, you made your way back to where your day began to check in with investigative team — they had been the most welcoming to you all day, so you decided to make it a point to get to know them all better.
You weren’t surprised to see the whole crew still hard at work. Ziva was on and off the phone consistently, speaking a different language each time she started a new conversation. McGee seemed too engrossed in his screen and keyboard to notice the outside world. Tony was leaned back in his chair, slouched in a leisurely pose, going through some files that were overflowing with papers spilling out onto his lap.
Then there was Jethro. He looked stoic as ever with a few papers spread out over his desk, his gaze shifting from the neatly stacked documents to his computer screen and back again. His hand drifted over to his ever-full cup of coffee without taking his eyes away from his work. It was only when he placed the cup back into its spot in the corner of his desk that he noticed you entering their shared workspace.
The way he announced your name in greeting caused a smile to creep involuntarily across your face.
A simple, “Hi,” is all you could muster as you tried to gain your composure back.
“Ready to quit yet?” He quipped with that shit-eating grin you love so much spreading across his face.
You simply scoffed in response as he pulled up an extra chair for you to sit next to his desk and decompress. The quiet hum of the air conditioning was nearly lulling you to sleep until Tony made his way over and stopped in front of you, one arm leaning on a shelf and looking your way.
“Hey HR, how was your first day?” He asked you honestly, but you could see the wheels of flirtation spinning in his mind.
“It’s been,” You took a deep breath in and motioned to the stack of files spilling out of your bag, “A lot to take in.”
Tony chuckled and took a step closer to you, leaning in to pat you gently on the shoulder affectionately.
“A smart, beautiful woman like you?” He exhaled quickly like there was something hot in his mouth, “You can handle that and more, I’m sure of it.”
You smiled and shot him an, “Oh, thanks.” Jethro had warned you about Tony, and you just couldn’t wait to see how far he would let it go on before his protectiveness kicked into high gear. You swore you could almost feel the heat Jethro was giving off as jealousy crept up into his chest.
Tony went on picking your brain, polite as ever, but with a hint of playfulness that you knew had to be driving your boyfriend crazy.
“So,” Tony began after laughing about your shared love of coffee creamer more so than coffee, “What does your boyfriend do for a living?”
You hadn’t disclosed that you were in a relationship, but it was his age-old way of prying to see how much further he could take his flirting.
“He’s actually a federal agent, too, kinda like you,” You let your lips curl in a smirk and raised your eyebrows at him, taunting him to keep asking more questions.
“Oohh, so you like ‘em a little rough around the edges, huh?” The two of you laughed before he kept poking for more information, “So what is he? FBI? CIA? Don’t tell me it’s Secret Service?”
“Mmhmm, something like that,” You teased, leaning forward to grab a sip of your coffee, “Can’t spill all my secrets just yet, Tony.”
You heard Jethro let out a scoff, his finger tapping rapidly on his pen as the impatience invaded his senses more and more. He fidgeted a bit with a file before abruptly standing up, sending his chair flying back into the divider wall behind him, and took off somewhere around the corner.
“Jeez,” Tony grumbled, “He’s always in a bad mood.”
You exhaled sharply and grinned, “I’m sure he isn’t always be in a bad mood.”
Tony flashed his charming, pearly smile and shook his head endearingly, “You don’t know Gibbs like I do, sweetheart.”
You returned a salacious smile while Tony adjusts his stance to lean his relaxed frame closer to you. Your eyes lifted to meet his, a spirited glint in your eye as you see a handsome figure appear in the very corner of your peripheral.
“So, HR, I know a great Thai food place just down the road, whatcha say I take you there, show you some of our NCIS hospitality?” He grins confidently awaiting your answer, which he just knows will be a resounding “yes.”
Tony straightens up quickly as a sharp whap hits him in the back of the head. Your eyes widen in surprise, but crinkle into a laugh as soon as the realization hits you.
“DiNozzo,” The booming voice you’d come to know growled from behind Tony’s terrified face, “Are you done?”
“Ow! Sorry boss! Just talking, ah. Done with what again, sir?” He rubbed the back of his head and tried to shake off the embarrassment of being scolded by the boss in front of a woman he was trying to impress. He slinked back a step, allowing Jethro’s strong frame to come all the way into your view. His body language oozing with possessiveness and nerve.
“Done flirting with my woman,” He growled, his intensity stirring a fire deep within your belly.
You wished you’d had a camera in your hand to capture the look of sheer terror on Tony’s face. A laugh spilled out of your lips as he stuttered out something akin to an apology, an explanation, anything to keep Jethro from kicking him right in the ass.
You stood up to grant Jethro a quick peck on his rough lips before tucking into his shoulder, his hand placed firmly on your lower back.
“I’m sorry I let you keep going, Tony,” You apologized with a hint of sarcasm in your voice, “I just couldn’t help myself.” A deep, grumbling scoff vibrated out of Jethro’s chest as he shook his head, fighting desperately to keep a smirk from creeping onto his lips.
It was only now you thought to look around, realizing with a blush that everyone in the room was staring at you, eyes glued to this unfortunate and hilarious confrontation. You felt embarrassed for only a moment before Tony cleared his throat, his face still beet red and wide-eyed.
“It won’t happen again, boss and, uh, ma’am — boss ma’am, Mrs. boss, uh—“ Tony was back to his stumbling apology. You couldn’t help but let another laugh dance from your lips.
“Tony, you can still call by my name,” You smiled placing a reassuring pat on his shoulder, “Right, Jethro?” You shot him a look with a raised eyebrow, signaling him to cut Tony a break.
Jethro only hummed a soft “mmmhhmm” before clapping his hand softly to your back, pressing gently to guide you toward the elevator. You gratefully leaned into his touch and waved goodbye to the still-staring team.
“All of you, back to work, now,” Jethro demanded with force, and you had to stifle back the giggle threatening to escape. Everyone hurriedly opened their files and picked up their phones, not daring to piss Gibbs off any more.
The act dropped the second you stepped into the elevator. That deliciously snarky smile you love snaked onto Jethro’s face as he yanked you into a steamy kiss, laughing into your parted lips.
“Brat,” He growled into your ear, his hot breathe sending a shiver down your spine.
“You love it,” You tease back.
He tucks you into him for another quick embrace as the elevator comes to a stop just outside the parking garage. His lips brush quickly over your temple before sliding his hand down to intertwine while the elevator doors start to creak open.
"follow me if you want to live" - Nick Torres x reader
You were trapped in the back corner of the bar, a drunk man who had been trying moves for hours and was now getting handsy had you trapped here. That is until someone gently pulls you into they’re arms and begins to sway you to the music
“Follow me if you want to live” the man whispers in your ear as he taps something on his waist and you look down and see the small glint of gold and black reassuring you that he’s an agent of some kind. You then look over and see that the man who had been pursuing you had now began throwing punches as more agents were trying to take him into custody.
“Come on doll, let’s get out of here”. He pushes his way through the crowd, not letting go of your hand as you the two of you make your way out of the bar.
“Nick, is she okay?” someone asks and you look up and see someone in the dark before the man looks down at you and asks
“Are you alright ma’am?” and you nod. He then does something unexpected and reaches into his pocket and says as he hands you his business card
“Call me, for a proper date?”
“Y/N” you say and he smiles as he repeats your name as he walks away.
