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In the neighborhood, they were known as Kyle and Emily Kingston. Y/N's cover was a flight instructor for the Top Gun program based on her background as a Navy pilot before she joined NCIS. McGee's cover was as a computer forensics professor at MIT. To better sell their backstory, Y/N really did train pilots for the Navy while McGee taught a class at the local college.

The two turned to see the couple across the street waving at them. "The Nelsons," Y/N whispered. "She's a Navy lieutenant who works in IT. He works in some shoe store downtown."

"Morning!" McGee yelled as he raised his hand and waved. He and Y/N turned toward each other and let out small awkward chuckles.

"Show's on," Y/N whispered. She stood on her toes and pressed a gentle kiss to McGee's lips.

"Come on, McLoverboy," DiNozzo taunted into their earpieces. "Kiss your wife goodbye. You never know what will happen at training today. This may be the last time you get to kiss Y/L/N."

"I am going to kill him," McGee mumbled as they broke the kiss. Y/N laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Breathe," she chuckled. "He's just jealous he didn't get picked for this undercover assignment. You know how much DiNozzo loves dressing up and acting like someone he's not."

"I still think Y/N and I look more like a married couple than her and McGee," Dinozzo grumbled.

"McGee makes the more convincing husband," Gibbs countered. Y/N just laughed as she kissed McGee's cheek.

"Don't forget to get more of the paint we need for the baseboards," Y/N said, slightly raising her voice.

"I will," McGee said, matching her voice level. "As long as you don't forget to be careful and to make it home alive."

"I always do," she teased as she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. McGee watched as Y/N got in her car and headed to work.

Y/N was gone all day and McGee was home. Gibbs set it up this way so McGee would be the in. The group was made up of mostly husbands whose wives had big careers in the Navy.

While Y/N went to the base to train pilots, McGee did some digging on their neighbors. A little after noon, he decided to go to the hardware store. He walked through the aisles, grabbing the things from the list Gibbs gave him. His phone rang the same time it does every day.

"Hey, you," he answered it.

"Hi, honey," Y/N said sweetly. "How's your day going?"

"Oh, it's great," McGee laughed. "I'm at the hardware store now."

"Good," Y/N chuckled. "Gibbs will smack the back of your head if you forget anything."

"I'm terrified I'm gonna get the wrong wood or finish," McGee admitted. "I still don't get why you want the house fixed. We're not staying long."

"I don't care if the house is. . .Oh," Y/N said, her voice dropping. "If there's a neighbor nearby, try to talk but act as if I interrupted."

"I don't want the roof to cave in either, honey, but. . . We're not. . ."

"I think it's time to get your invite into the group," Y/N said. "Act as if I just told you I have to stay late. Be upset about it."

"Again?" McGee played along. "This is the third time this week, Emily."

"Wow," she chuckled. "Way to point out how many times I've been late. That's evil, McGee."

"Do you have to stay late?"

"What? My job isn't important?" Y/N laughed as she began to play along.

"I'm not saying your job isn't important, Emily," McGee sighed. "But we haven't had dinner together in what feels like months."

"I'm going to stay on the Navy base tonight. I'll run by NCIS and have Abby set things up. I'll be home early tomorrow," Y/N told McGee her plan. "We should move up our final act."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Having it go down when I get back after a night I don't come home can lead to a natural fight between husband and wife. That will draw the attention of the others."

"Whatever you say," McGee said. "Just be safe, okay?"

"You too, Tim," Y/N said, her voice soft.

"Call me when you're. . ." McGee sighed like Y/N had hung up on him midsentence even though he said it after she hung up. "Love you too," he mumbled as he hung up.

"Everything okay, Kyle?"

McGee looked up to see Tyler Nelson, the neighbor they waved to this morning, walking over.

"Yeah," McGee said, clearing his throat. "Emily is stuck at work. Again."

"She stuck at work a lot?" Tyler fished.

"Occasionally," McGee shrugged. "The group of pilots she's training have a mission in a few weeks. According to her, they aren't close to being able to succeed. She's just trying to make sure they make it home alive."

"Still," Tyler shrugged. "You're her husband. She should be there for you too."

"I'm proud of my wife, Tyler," McGee said a little too harshly.

"Supportive but tired husband, McGee," Gibbs reminded.

"But if I'm being honest," McGee continued calmer, "it's getting tough. I know she loves her job. She's good at it. I've seen her in training and I've seen the pilots she's trained. She's good. But. . ."

"But what about you?" Tyler asked.

"Can I be honest about something that will make me sound like a horrible American?"

"Of course," Tyler said, his voice sounding more eager. "I've probably said it too."

"Really?" McGee asked. He cleared his throat and looked around before saying, "Sometimes I hate Emily's job. And sometimes I hate the Navy for taking my wife away from me."

Tyler put his hand on McGee's shoulder and smiled softly. "It's perfectly okay to feel that way, Kyle. I have felt like that time and time again."

He patted McGee on the shoulder before walking away. Once it was clear, McGee took out his phone and sent Y/N one text.

We're in. Tomorrow is a go.

* * * * *

McGee walked out of their undercover house as Y/N's car pulled into their driveway. McGee could see Tyler Nelson watching from his kitchen window.

Y/N wasn't confused when she saw McGee in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. She got out of her car and instantly started to play along.

"What's with the glare?" She asked, not moving away from her car. "Come on, Kyle. It's not like I was at work all night and didn't call you."

"That's not the point, Emily," McGee said, unable to stop himself from glancing at the car. She needed to move. He needed to get her to move.

"Look," Y/N sighed, "I know that I've been working a lot. Their mission is almost over."

When she still hadn't moved closer, McGee decided to walk over to her. He had to move her away from the car.

"Once it is," Y/N continued, "I will request some time off."

"I've heard that before," McGee sighed.

"What if," Y/N smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I told you this time it would be different?"

"I've heard that before too," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned in and whispered, "We need to move, Y/N."

"Not yet," she whispered back.

"But. . ."

"It needs to look good, Tim."

"That doesn't mean you need to get hurt, Y/N."

The two pulled apart and it was then that Y/N saw how nervous McGee was. She sent him a smile to try and calm him down. She took his hand and intertwined their fingers.

"How about I make us breakfast?" She offered. They were three steps away from the car when it blew. The blast knocked them off their feet. In order for their plan to work, Y/N needed to be knocked out by the blast.

"Emily?" McGee said, making sure his voice was full of panic. He sat up and pulled Y/N into his chest. He ran his finger through her hair as he tried to get her to wake up. "Emily? Come on, baby. Open your eyes."

"Kyle? Emily? Are you two alright?"

McGee looked to see Tyler Nelson running across the street.

"Tyler, call 911!" McGee turned back to Y/N. "It worked," he said under his breath.

"It worked a little too well," Y/N said through a painful gasp. McGee looked down to see a piece of shrapnel in Y/N's side.

"Your cover is rock-solid," he started to stutter. "We'll get you to the hospital and they will call in NCIS. Vance will send Gibbs. I can handle the rest."

"No," she gasped in pain. "You can't do this alone."

"Tyler Nelson has something to do with all this," he whispered as he gently held her face in his hand. "He's interested in me. This explosion is going to make him come talk to me. I know it. You can stay in the hospital until you're better."

"But Tim. . ."

McGee leaned down and kissed her. He broke the kiss and kept his forehead pressed to hers as he whispered, "I'll be fine."

* * * * *

McGee and Y/N were taken to the hospital. As soon as they got there, Y/N was taken into surgery. McGee waited until Gibbs and DiNozzo came running into the waiting room.

"I thought we told you two to get far from the blast," Gibbs said.

"I tried to get her to move," McGee sighed. "Y/N thought it would be more convincing."

"If what?" DiNozzo scoffed. "She got killed?"

Gibbs instantly slapped the back of his head. "It worked," Gibbs said. "Besides, she's going to be fine."

"Mr. Kingston?"

McGee looked to see a doctor walking over. He jumped up and met him halfway.

"How is she?" He asked.

"Your wife is extremely lucky," the doctor said gently. "There was only one large piece of shrapnel in her side. It didn't hit any of her vital organs. We got it out and sewed her up. We want to keep her here for a couple of days to make sure she doesn't get any mercury poisoning in her blood from the shrapnel."

"Can I see her?" McGee asked.

"Of course," the doctor smiled. "We are settling her into a room now. When she's there, a nurse will come get you."

"Thank you."

McGee turned toward Gibbs, his stomach still in knots. "I'm sorry, boss," he whispered. "I tried to get her away from the car but. . ."

"This wasn't your fault, Tim," Gibbs tried to reassure him.

"Kyle!"

McGee turned to see Tyler Nelson running over. "Are you kidding me?" Tyler scoffed when he saw the NCIS agents talking to McGee. "His wife is fighting for her life and you're already bothering him with pointless questions?"

"It's fine, Tyler," McGee stopped him. "They're NCIS."

"I know who they are," Tyler practically spat at them. He sent Gibbs and DiNozzo one more glare before turning toward McGee. "How is Emily?"

"She's going to be okay," McGee sighed. "They're moving her into a room now. I can see her soon."

McGee walked over and sat in a chair. He put his head in his hands and stayed there.

"We can come back later," Gibbs said, sending Tyler a look before he and DiNozzo left. Once they were gone, Tyler walked over to McGee and sat next to him.

"You okay?"

"No!" McGee said honestly. He stood up and started pacing. "This explosion wasn't an accident. This had something to do with her damn job. Emily has sworn her life to protect the Navy and her country. And how do they repay her?! She gets blown up outside our home!"

To sell the part, McGee kicked a chair over. Tyler calmly walked over and to McGee and lowered his voice.

"What if I told you there was a way to make them pay for this?" He asked, his voice low.

"What are you talking about?"

"What if I told you, you could take things into your own hands and make them pay for not taking care of your Emily?"

* * * * *

A few days later, McGee and the team had successfully taken down the entire terrorist cell. While they arrested everyone involved, Y/N was still in the hospital. The piece of shrapnel that had gotten stuck in her side gave her a mild case of mercury poisoning. Luckily, the doctors caught it before they couldn't reverse it. It took a lot of medication, but they eventually successfully got all the mercury out of Y/N's system.

Y/N woke up to a steady beeping.

"Y/N?" Someone softly gasped next to her. She turned her head to see McGee scooting his chair closer to her bed.

"Hi, sweetheart," she said, her voice soft. "Is the house still standing?"

"Sadly, no," McGee smiled. "We need to move, my dear Emily. Half the neighborhood was arrested. I told you we should've kept looking."

"You got everybody?" Y/N asked, no longer playing along. McGee reached forward and moved some hair out of her face.

He kept his hand on her face and nodded. "The entire cell is gone, Y/N."

"You did it," she smiled weakly.

"We did it," McGee corrected.

"All I did was get blown up," Y/N tried to laugh.

"It was your idea and it worked. When you were in surgery, Tyler came to the hospital and told me all about their group." He stopped talking when he saw how tired she was. "You should get some rest," he said, his voice dropping. "We can debrief later."

Y/N quickly grabbed his hand when she thought he was going to leave. "My husband is allowed to stay past visiting hours," she said, her voice breaking.

"I don't have to play your husband," he started to say but stopped himself. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Y/N grabbed his face and brought his lips down to hers. He smiled as he deepened the kiss. When he broke it, their faces were inches apart.

"We don't have to play pretend anymore. At least. . . I don't want to. I want this to be real, Tim," Y/N said, tears filling her eyes and her voice breaking.

"So do I," he whispered. He leaned in and kissed her again. This time, when they broke apart, she was smiling.

"I'm so glad Gibbs made you my Undercover Husband and not DiNozzo," Y/N said with a small giggle.

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You sat alone in the darkened kitchen of your apartment. The plate in front of you was empty, the remains of a meager salad that you had tossed around several times. Your gaze was blank as you stared at the plate, as if searching for answers that might be hiding in the dried lettuce leaves.

The last few weeks have been a challenge for you. The relentless cases and high stress levels at NCIS had taken their toll on you. The originally secret battle against the numbers on the scales had long since become an open war that you were waging against yourself.

Your colleagues started to notice your changes. Special Agent Ellie Bishop, your best friend, was one of the first to notice a certain distance in your eyes while you were working on a case. Gibbs, who could read his team's moods like no other, had also picked up on the subtle clues- the tired eyes, the emaciated appearance, and the color that had drained from your face.

After a discussion about the latest case and your lack of sympathy, Ellie and he exchanged worried glances before silently agreeing that it was time to talk to you. Together they decided to bring in Jack Sloane, the team's experienced psychologist and agent.

Just a few hours later, after gathering informally, Gibbs, Ellie, and Jack found themselves in her office. The tension in the air was palpable as they patiently waited for you to walk in the door unsuspectingly. “Sit down, Y/n.” The older man spoke calmly, pointing to the couch opposite.

You hesitated with a questioning and slightly confused look before sitting down. The gazes of your colleagues literally pierced you and made you nervous.

"We're worried about you, sweetheart," Ellie began gently, her arms wrapped around her body as her lower back dug into the blonde's desk. "You seem so different lately and we want to understand what's going on."

Jack eventually continued, bringing out her expertise, enhancing the expression of her words by readjusting her glasses. "There's no reason to walk alone in the dark."

It was hard to miss the tension on your face as you tried to control her emotions. Gibbs looked at you seriously, a hint of concern and sensitivity shining in his eyes. "Y/n, we are your team. If you have problems, you don't have to fight it alone. Talk to us."

"It's nothing. I'm fine." You spoke after listening to your colleagues' words, literally feeling the pressure inside you as a lump formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before standing up and abruptly leaving the room without saying another word. The look on your face told the three of them a mix of anger and shame as they realized there was a deeper reason for your change.

The door closed behind you with a muffled bang and Gibbs sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the closed door. "Damn," he muttered. "She won't let anyone talk to her."

Ellie cast a worried glance in the direction you had just been sitting and furrowed her brow in frustration. "We can't just let her go through this alone. She needs help."

Jack Sloane nodded in agreement, her emotions contained as she considered what to do next with you. "I agree, but she also has to be willing to accept help. We can't force her."

In the next few days the atmosphere in the team remained tense. You tried to appear as normal as possible, but the tension between you, Ellie, and Gibbs was palpable. The usual jokes with Dinozzo, the shared breaks with Ellie and the feeling of togetherness with Gibbs seemed to have faded into the background.

Until the senior agent's team received an urgent mission that required your full attention and teamwork. A suspicious package with a bomb inside appeared in a public building. When you arrived on site, the situation quickly became aggravated by memories of 9/11. The building was evacuated and the team took control of the entire situation.

This effort that brought you back onto the field was actually intended to provide distraction and focus for you. However, the tensions in the team were obvious. You avoided all eye contact with your colleagues, the images of the failed conversation echoing in your head, and the pressure you were trying to hide weighed heavily on you.

While you were concentrating on your tasks, you suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Your heart was pounding fast, the world around you was spinning, and your legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. Your vision blurred. Instinctively you reached for the closest thing possible to hold on to, which at that exact moment was Ellie, but your knees gave way and you sank to the ground next to her. The colors blurred before your eyes and you lost consciousness.

Ellie noticed the suddenly tight grip on her forearm. Gibbs, who was standing right behind you, reacted quickly and caught you before your head hit the paving stone. “Y/n!” He called as he gently laid you on the ground and Ellie called emergency services while Dinozzo and McGee continued to focus on the case. You were pale and breathing shallowly, the older agent trying to wake you up while Ellie looked for signs of acute medical distress and checked your pulse, all while talking to the emergency dispatcher.

Gibbs watched worriedly as you slowly came to. When your eyes opened, they showed a mix of embarrassment and weakness. "What happened?" You mumbled, still dazed.

"We'll sort that out later," he replied calmly, brushing some stray strands of hair that had gotten lost in it out of your face. "Right now we need to make sure you get medical attention."

Even as the paramedics arrived and took care of you, the two exchanged a meaningful look. The events of the last few minutes had exposed a reality that they could no longer ignore and it became clear to everyone that this was not just about the case and the hot summer days that drove everyone into a corner - this was about the well-being of an agent who not only fought against external threats in everyday life, but also against her own demons.

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In the hospital room, surrounded by dim lights and the hum of medical equipment, you sat up straight in bed. Gibbs and Ellie had alerted Jack to come to the hospital, where all three of them gathered around you, each of them with a serious but caring look.

"Y/n, it's time we talk about this," Jack began in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand tentatively running over your still-shaky forearm, skillfully ignoring the intravenous access for medication. "We really care about you. This fainting is a symptom of something bigger. You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."

You looked down, fingers folding nervously in your lap. The walls you had so stubbornly built seemed to be crumbling. Gibbs took a step closer to you. His eyes met yours, intense and fatherly at the same time. "You're part of my team, y/n. If you're having trouble, I'm here for you."

Ellie also wanted to join in the conversation, adding something that completely grounded your walls. "We are not only colleagues, but also friends and family. You can trust us. We will help you." You took a deep breath and nodded, a lone, slow tear rolling down your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to talk about it. It feels like I'm losing control."

Gibbs placed a protective hand on your shoulder, letting you know that it was okay to let them in and accept their help. "Sometimes it's okay to let go of control. You are not alone and together we will help you get back on your feet."

"I fell into something that I didn't think I would ever fall into again. An eating disorder that I actually left behind a long time ago," you began to say, many more tears following. Ellie had immediately moved to your side, wrapping you in a big hug to help you tell them everything they needed to know.

The following weeks were characterized by intensive discussions with Jack, supported by professional help from another psychologist outside of working hours. The entire team was there to support you every step of the way, enveloping you in care as they ate with you and brought you small snacks.

Gibbs, who was otherwise known for his strictness, became a protective father figure who lost his strictness on you when it wasn't work related. He constantly reminded you that there was no shame in showing weakness and that you didn't have to fight alone if you suffered a setback for the day.

DiNozzo was staring at you with an intense jealousy as he watched the hard candy slide into your mouth, tongue swirling around the crystallised sugar. “Oh yeah,” a quiet moan falling from his lips. “Yeah, just like that.” His voice was barely a whisper as his opalescent eyes began to melt into sinful lagoons of lust.

Completely unaware of the hypnotic power you held over him, your attention was focused on the case file as Gibbs comes striding into the bullpen, holding a cup of coffee. “We got a case?” Asks the marine, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. Your eyes meet his as the sound of his hand colliding with the back of DiNozzo’s head echoes around the room.

“Uh, yeah…” you glance between the two men, confused by their interaction. “Dead petty officer down in Norfolk.”

You begin reading the details of the investigation off the screen before noticing Gibbs’ intimate proximity behind you. Gently taking the remote from your hand, he leans in closer before mentioning, “that’s very distracting.”

A quiet chuckle tumbles from his lips as you turn towards him with a perplexed expression. Raising his eyebrows suggestively as you continue to suck on the lollipop, he pulls it out of your mouth with a soft pop as you lick the honeyed juices off your lips, not once looking away from those heavenly deep blue eyes.

Elaine Seresin frowned as she looked at the screen in front of her. On the far right was the head shot of the dead naval officer she and her team were investigating. On the far left was the head shot of the same officer, but he was very much dead having a bullet wound in his head. In the middle was the GPS route of the naval officer the day before he arrived to D.C. He had flown in to meet with NCIS about something he had discovered, but her team had no idea what. The forensic scientist, Abby Sciuto, had discovered his last full day in Miramar, CA before he flew out of San Diego International and into Ronald Regan. A very familiar name popped up on the itinerary as her team surrounded her. He had stopped at The Hard Deck before going to the airport. Elaine closed her eyes for a second before she turned to her team. "Lauren, I want you and Grant to stay here in DC and work any and all possible leads. Work with Dr. Mallard and Abby to try and figure out what is going on. I have to go talk to the Director, but Sean and myself will be flying out to Miramar. I am not letting this man's death happen again," she said determined while walking away passing Gibbs on her way to the Director's office.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow recognizing the look on her face and nodded to her. "We don't have a case right now... Do you want McGee and Ziva to be ready if your agents need help?" he asked lightly.

Elaine gave a grateful smile. "You're a saint Gibbs," she called running up the stairs and smiled at Director Vance's assistant - who buzzed her in. The red headed agent smiled at the Director as she walked in. "Director," she greeted lightly.

"Ah! Elaine, what brings you to my office?" Leon asked as he finished signing some papers he was behind on. He looked up at her, seeing the dark look in her eyes. "Let me guess. You want to take an agent to wherever Miss Sciuto has found for the victim."

Elaine nodded. "Yes, sir. Abby recovered his GPS log from his phone the day before he was murdered up until he flew into Ronald Regan. He came from Miramar out in California, sir. I was stationed out there in the San Diego field office for some time. I am on good terms with Agent Wilson - who currently heads up that office. Sean and I could be on a flight within two hours to make sure not a lot of time is lost," she explained, feeling her phone and smart watch vibrating a few times with messages from her husband. She would look at them later.

Leon stared at her for a moment before nodding. "I will call Agent Wilson and let her know you and Sean will be coming. Rumor has it, your husband was chosen to learn about a confidential mission with some other Top Gun Graduates. I presume you would like some time off to spend with your husband while he is there?" A knowing smile crossed his lips as Elaine turned bright red. "Once you wrap up the case, you will have your time off." Leon nodded, picking up the phone to call the San Diego field office as Elaine walked out of his office.

Elaine hummed softly as she looked at her phone while slowly walking down the stairs.

1507: I arrived safely, Babe. I wish you were here with me.

1507: Phoenix just texted me asking about you. I think she is sad her girlfriend isn't here. 😜😘🥰

1507: The Hard Deck is still here after all these years. The others who were called back are all meeting up tonight.

1512: My My Lt Seresin, are you trying to make me fly out there and see you?

Elaine smirked as she locked her phone and headed to where her team was while grabbing her go bag. "Director Vance approved us going. Agents McGee and David are able to be used from Agent Gibbs' team if you two need back up," she told the two agents staying as she made a couple of calls to get her and Sean on the next flight to San Diego. She looked at her phone as they arrived at the airport with all their documentation and badges and permits for the guns and concealed weapons on their persons.

A few hours later

Elaine and Sean had arrived easily enough in San Diego and went to the field office where they set up, debriefed the San Diego team, and coming up with a game plan. It was already dark by the time Elaine and Sean got to The Hard Deck which was a very popular bar in Miramar for locals and Top Gun Naval pilots. Elaine was nervous because she hadn't mentioned to her husband she would be flying out even if it was mainly for work. The red headed agent smiled softly at the woman behind the bar. "Hi, Ma'am. I am Special Agent Seresin, and this is Special Agent Hendrickson. We are from NCIS and wanted to ask you a few questions about Ensign Graces," she said flashing her badge and ID and pulling up a photo of Ensign Gracess taken the night he flew out of San Diego.

Penny raised an eyebrow at the female agent's last name. There was no way it was the same as one of the pilots playing pool. She shook herself out of her thoughts before trying to think back. "I do remember him. He only ordered sparkling water and was here maybe 30 minutes...at least he was only inside for 30 or so minutes. Then, he left. I can download the security footage and send it over to you, if that will help?"

Elaine's phone rang. She nodded to Sean to take over the interview as she stepped away from the bar taking the call. "Seresin," she answered.

"Elaine, its Wilson, any luck at the bar?" Alice Wilson asked exasperatedly.

Elaine chuckled hearing the frustration in her friend. "Yeah, the lady behind the bar - whom I think owns the place - remembered him. She is sending the footage. I say call it a night and meet back up in the morning to go over the footage."

"You always have the best ideas, El. You and Sean head back to the hotel. Meet tomorrow morning at say 7?" Alice asked smiling.

"We will be there," Elaine answered as she hung up and went back to the bar as Sean finished the interview with Penny. "Head back to the hotel," she said to her agent while handing him the car keys. She was ecstatic to surprise her husband.

Sean took the keys and pretended to gag. "I swear you two are disgustingly sweet. You guys give me cavities," he said softly walking away leaving his supervisor chuckling in the bar.

Elaine smiled as she turned to the woman behind the bar again and motioned for a single beer her hazel eyes trailing over the stunning body of her husband - who was dressed in his Khaki's. She slid a twenty to the woman and winked before silently walking over to where the pilots were playing pool. She sipped her beer slowly and bit her lip. Elaine hadn't seen her husband in months and everything in her body was telling her to jump his bones right then and there.

Payback and Fanboy smirked as they watched Hangman easily play pool. Payback frowned as he noticed a very attractive red headed woman staring at Hangman like a hungry wolf on the hunt. "Hey Hangman," he called out before motioning to the woman leaning against the bar. "Looks like you got an admirer."

Hangman frowned slightly as he stood for a moment before taking his shot. He hadn't told many besides Phoenix and Rooster that he was married and constantly had to turn women down when they tried to make a move on him. Jake sighed again and turned around going wide eyed seeing the one woman in his life he would love for all eternity. He shoved the pool stick he was holding into Bob's hands and rushed over to the woman scooping her up into a large hug and swinging her around happily. "Elaine! What are you even doing here?!" he exclaimed happily. Elaine smiled happily returning the tight hug her husband gave to her.

"I am currently working on a case with the San Diego field office," she murmured softly. "Myself and Hendrickson are here while the others are still in D.C. working any leads they get there." She leaned up and gave him a deep kiss slowly losing herself in his scent. Elaine pulled away gazing up at him getting lost in his green eyes. "I missed you so much," she whispered softly.

Jake gave a soft groan and murmured, "Oh? How long are you in town for then, my dear?" His hands slowly wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to his body. "Because I can think of a few things that we can go do right now if you'd like."

Elaine giggled softly as she set her beer down and stroked his cheeks lightly. "Oh, I can think of quite a few things too, but Natasha looks about ready to murder you for keeping her girlfriend away," she teased motioning behind them. Natasha and Bradley looked happy to see she was there while the other 9 pilots looked confused. She kissed Jake deeply before winking and walking over to Nat and Brad holding her beer. "When the fuck did you get back to the states?" she asked Bradley while hugging Natasha.

Jake shook his head pouting slightly as he came over to where his wife was. He smiled proudly slipping an arm around Elaine's waist. "Guys, this is my beautiful wife of almost 10 years, Elaine Seresin. Elaine, this is Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Harvard, Yale, Omaha, Fritz, Halo, Bob, and you already know Phoenix and Rooster."

Payback and Fanboy went wide eyed in shock. Hangman was married?! They as well as the other pilots greeted her and were curious as to why she seemed to be dressed more nicely and not show the right side of her pants. Everyone looked at Bob as he asked what Elaine did.

"Oh, I am a Supervisory Special Agent over a team in DC at the NCIS headquarters," she answered simply subtly flashing her badge and gun.

"You're a fed?" Coyote asked wide eyed. "Damn, Hangman. You sure know how to pick them," he smirked at his fellow pilot who simply smiled at Elaine.

-Your POV-

I had been relaxing on the couch alone because for the last few days I had been alone, My husband was away for work. I was reading a book aloud to the soft kicks in my tummy when my phone rang.

I saw DiNozzo’s name so I said “Look it’s uncle D” to my tummy before answering.

Before I could say anything to him DiNozzo spoke rapidly “Don’t panic, Biggs has been taken”

“I’m coming”

“No Y/N stay at home, Vance and the team will handle it”

“Anthony, I’m coming in to help and I would rather worry in the NCIS building then at home alone”

“Fine, will you at least let me pick you up?”

I grabbed my purse and car keys “DiNozzo I’m 6 months pregnant not crippled. I’ll see you in 30”

On the drive to the NCIS building I tried to push my worries about my husband down knowing it could harm the baby.

When I arrived at the gate DiNozzo was there waiting and made the guard open the gate for me.

“Tony I could have gotten in on my own” I said getting out of my car.

“You could have fallen or gone into labour” He said as we walked to the elevator.

“I’m careful, you know that and I have a few more months till the baby is due”

When the elevator came to a stop on the right floor I walked out and to Gibbs’ desk to sit.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Gibbs was meant to be meeting an informant at a bar. We don’t know if he went because he hasn’t checked in” McGee said.

“Have you checked the place he was staying and the bar where he was to meet this informant?” I asked.

“No” Bishop said.

“Well McGee and Bishop go check while DiNozzo and Vance explain the case”

-Gibbs’ POV-

I looked around the room I was being held in, it looked like it had been abandoned for years and only a few things were dusted off.

The suspect had tried to get information out of me but they failing in coming off as threatening.

When the suspect left unpleased with my responses to them I thought about everything i could be doing at home with Y/N. We still had to paint the room and set everything up for the baby’s arrival.

-Your POV-

When I heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open I asked “Find anything?”

I giggled slightly when i heard Bishop mumble “She’s so much like Gibbs”

McGee whispered back “They’ve been together a long time” before speaking aloud while Bishop and himself walked over ‘The place was undisturbed and the bartender said Gibbs didn’t go in”

“Surveillance cameras?” I asked.

“There weren’t any in the area of the place he was staying in or the bar” Bishop said.

I rubbed the top of my stomach feeling soft kicks “How about on the way to the bar?”

“Nope, we did contact the local police of the area though and they said there was a body of a man found in an alley near the bar, the was shot” Bishop said.

“Vance I’m going to need a map and an overlay of the area” I said watching him scurry away “DiNozzo help me up we are going to the conference room”

As we walked up to the conference room McGee and Bishop talked to each other.

“What’s she going to do with a map and overlay?” Bishop asked.

“Geo profile. She’s going to estimate how far the suspect went with Gibbs”

Vance had the Map and overlay set up with markers and a compass. I walked over to the map adjusting things to where i liked them.

“Now the place he was staying is here” I said placing a dot on where he was staying “And the bar is here” I put another dot down before drawing lines in different colours “And they are the routes he could have gone”

“We could have done that part” DiNozzo said pushing a chair to me “Sit, explain what to do”

“Tony I can do this and I’m the best which is why Leroy gets me to do this when one of you guys is taken” I said leaning over the table grabbing the compass drawing two circles one that’s a 5 mile radius and another at 10. I continued leaning against the my tummy against the edge which got me a very hard kick.

“DiNozzo grab a chair for me. Vance, Bishop and McGee start by searching in the 5 mile radius going from the center out since the suspect is very dumb”

“DiNozzo take her to my office, she makes the rules till I’m back” vance said as we walked out the conference room after I recovered.

-An Hour Later-

DiNozzo was sent out to retrieve me some food since my husband still hadn’t arrived back. I asked him to grab me some chinese food because I had been at the office most of the afternoon so I missed lunch by driving to the office to help but i did snack of things around the office building.

The office phone rang and when I picked the phone up the assistant said “Ma’am special agent Gibbs is here, would you like me to send him in?”

“Yes please” I replied hanging up.

I smiled as the door opened “Director Gibbs, nice you never work here officially and now your the director of NCIS” Gibbs said closing the door.

“Vance is scared of me”

“Is that why he went with Bishop and McGee?”

I smiled again “No I told him to”

I walked over to him examining for any injuries “I’m not hurt he was very..”