I can’t find it anywhere but I read an interview this morning that John McNamara did and he was talking about McGee and that this isn’t the last time will hear about McGee !! I’m so excited for that bc I love my three musketeers
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Summary: There's no way Ziva doesn't have several follow-up questions about young Tony donating sperm to the sperm bank in college.
Rating: T-ish
Word count: 1,595
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Summary: When McGee gets sick, Gibbs needs someone to take over the position for awhile
A/N: If there’s any HTML marks just ignore them, I write them in so it’s easier for importing to Ao3 and I may not have deleted them all for this post :). Also; I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST MCGEE!! I didn’t cut him out because I didn’t like him, I just can’t write too many characters at a time and because he’s still on the show, I wanted to give the other two some more screen time.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You fire off the last few rounds at the target and flick on the safety, setting the gun down. You make sure the range is clear before heading down to check your target.
“Damn,” you curse, they all went a little bit right. You reset the target and went back to your station but before you could go hot again, there was a hand on your shoulder. “Alex!’ You pull down your earmuffs and shake her hand. “Sorry, I’m a little off today.”
Alex Quinn laughs, “How do you feel about some probie work today?”
“Wait- like in the actual field? With NCIS?” That had always been your biggest dream, to work for NCIS, and Quinn knew it.
“Yeah, actual field work. Team Gibbs has an agent out with a pretty nasty case of the flu and they have a hard case they need you on.”
Your face goes white. “Uh, no, no, I don’t think I’m ready to be on Team Gibbs<. The rumors of that man absolutely terrify me.” In all your years at FLETC you had only heard stories, never met the man, but people that had worked with him had said he was a nightmare.
“Oh come on, Y/N. He’s really not that bad, just takes awhile for him to warm up to you. Plus, the other agents you’ll be working with, Agent David and Agent DiNozzo are great people. They all balance each other out.”
“Yeah but too many sailors will tip the boat.”
“Ship,” Quinn corrects. “Don’t say boat.”
“Yeah, ship.”
“So are you up for it?” She asks again.
“I guess so. I suppose if I can survive this I can survive anything, right?” you ask nervously.
“Absolutely. Grab your service weapon and I’ll drive you over.” She pats you on the shoulder before leaving to wait outside.
“Oh crap,” you whisper. It was an understatement to say you were scared. You were top of your class, and had taken the 24 week course instead of the normal 12, but nothing had prepared you for the mental stress of it all. You had heard about the most dangerous criminals crumbling under Gibbs’ fingers, how he could squash them like a bug or break them like they were a single shard of glass. Working with him was not something you were looking forward to. Although there was the upside of getting to work with another female operative. You’d met Ziva David once, only briefly, but she seemed cool. DiNozzo though, never heard of him. Most likely he was the tech guy, some rich boy with a rich father with his head stuck in electronics all day.
“Hurry up, Y/L/N.” Quinn calls. You grab your weapon and head out.
“Wow,” you say, standing inside the NCIS building. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be.” You head over to the elevator and follow in after your instructor.
“Alright, let’s go over a few things when dealing with Gibbs. First of all, you’re learning. This is your first time ever working in the field so it might go a little bumpy, that’s okay. Gibbs has your file already so he knows what you’re best at, that also means he knows what you struggle with, and he’ll use that. Just remember, no matter what- don’t ever—“ the elevator dinged and she raised an eyebrow. “You ready?”
“Don’t ever what?” You ask.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Quinn concludes.
“I feel like I just stepped inside a gigantic pumpkin,” you murmur. Quinn leads you over to a group of four desks and points you to one.
“That’s usually McGee’s desk but he’s the one that’s sick so you can take it. To your left will be DiNozzo, across from you is Gibbs, and next to him is David.”
“Got it. DiNozzo, Gibbs, David. Okay.”
Suddenly there was a squeal and the stomping of boots. “Agent Quinn!!” There was a flash of black and white as your instructor was nearly toppled down to the ground.
“Awe hey Abs!” Quinn returns the hug gratefully and turns to introduce you. “Abby this is Special Agent Y/F/N Y/L/N. She’s one of my top students at FLETC and is covering for McGee while he’s out.”
Abby’s face goes glum. “Quinn you should have told me! I would have made you a sweater!” She turns to you and engulfs you in a big hug. “We’re so glad to have you! If you ever need anything my lab, I’m the forensic scientist, is the floor right before the basement, that’ll be autopsy. You don’t want to go down there unless you have a strong stomach.”
You didn’t. “Thanks, its really good to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You smile kindly and take a seat at your desk. “Um, when will everyone else be here?”
“Oh they’re in interrogation right now with the perp,” Abby answers.
“Oh.”
“Alright,” Quinn laughs. “I think you’ll settle in just fine, Y/N. I’ll check in with you every once in awhile, and if you need me you can call me.”
“Wait!” You call, but she was already out of earshot. “What am I supposed to never do?” You whisper.
“Ok, ok, you stay right here and in just a few minutes I’ll bring you some cookies okay??” Abby asks.
“Ok that would be great,” you answer sincerely.
You lean back and rustle around the desk. Lots of post it notes, high tech computers. Gosh how did Agent McGee keep everything so organized. You lean down to look through some drawers when you hear a voice.
“McGeek? I thought you were sick?” You put your head up to see a decent looking man standing at the desk next to you. “Oh, you aren’t McGee.”
“You must be DiNozzo,” you answer.
“The one and only, very special agent Tony DiNozzo. Thats a big D, little I, big N and two z’s,” he says cheerfully.
“You forgot the o’s” you retort.
“Huh. You’re a quick one aren’t you. Pretty too.”
“Can’t say the same about you,” you admit. “I thought the all great Anthony DiNozzo would be hotter.”
He turns his head slightly and shakes it.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you let out a laugh. “I’m Special Agent Y/F/N Y/L/N. Taking McGee’s spot while he’s sick. Um, where’s Gibbs?”
“Oh he’s still in interrogation with some paperwork. It’s right there and around the corner,” he points, grinning. “Past the conference room.”
“Thanks.” You follow his directions and come to a room marked “Interrogation A” you take it as the best guess and you knock. There’s a grunt and the sound of a chair scraping on the other side of the door. It swings open and you take a few steps back.
“DiNozzo, why do you always forget Rule 22??” He finally looks down at you. “You’re not DiNozzo.”
“Um, no sir,” you turn your head down and blush, something you did NOT expect to have happen. “I’m your new agent. What’s rule 22?” You look back up into his piercing blue eyes. DiNozzo might not be hot, but he sure was. Great. This was going swimmingly.
“Never, ever, interrupt me in interrogation,” Gibbs explains.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“
He cuts you off. “Rule 6. Never say you’re sorry.”
“Okay. Um. I’m just gonna go back to my desk..” You turn on your heel and hightail it out of there.
“So, how did it go?” Tony asks.
“You bastard!” You exclaim. “You knew I would get yelled at.”
Tony shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. Oh! Abby!” He sits up straight. “You brought cookies.”
She holds the plate away from him and shakes her head. “Not for you, for Y/N. I didn’t knit her anything yet so this is a good start.”
“Thanks Abby.” You take one and bite into it, you let out a satisfactory hum as it melts in your mouth. “Good gosh woman, these are the best freaking cookies I’ve ever had. How did you make them?”
“In my Bunsen burner of course!”
“Ah, that would explain the slight chemical taste. But honestly it works.”
Abby beamed with happiness. “Did you meet Gibbs yet?”
“Yeah,” the silver haired man said as he rounded the corner, “We met.”
“Did you get em’ boss?” Tony asked.
“Uh huh. Go get lunch DiNozzo, get me a sandwich,” Gibbs sat down at his desk and took a large gulp of coffee before throwing it away.
“And a cup?” Tony asked, getting only a look. “Got it, be back in twenty.” He felt the tension in the room and made a quick exit. You sit down and pull up your login information Quinn gave you, you type it in once but it doesn’t go. Twice, nothing. You try it one more time and it goes through. You sigh in relief and get everything set up. The silence in the room was like a bull in a china shop.
“Okay, please say something,” you tell Gibbs. “This silence is killing me.”
“I’m a man of few words,” he responds. More silence.
“Hey uh, about this morning. I know you said not to apologize—“
“Then don’t.”
“I wasn’t going to,” you let out a scoff. Gibbs tilts his head. You stand up and walk over holding out your hand. “What I was going to say is, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N. Figured we ought start out on a better foot.”
Gibbs lets the corners of his mouth turn up and he accepts your handshake. “Gibbs.” His hand was calloused but yet still soft.
“I know,” you smile. “So, what do you need me to do?”
“Why don’t ya’ go down ta’ Ducky and help with paperwork.”
“Ducky?” You ask.
“Dr. Mallard. Medical Examiner.”
You feel your face go white. “Oh, no, no,” you shake your head violently. “No, no, no. I don’t go into autopsy. I’ll do dead bodies, but I don’t do autopsy. It was in my file, I’ll pass out if I smell anything down there, the preservatives. It just skeezes me out.” You realize. “Oh, my file.”
“Mhm. You’ll be fine.” Gibbs pats you on the back.
“Gibbs, listen. I will do anything else. I will stand on the edge of a building, I will dig through dumpsters, heck, I will do paperwork all night long, but I won’t last five minutes in that basement.” You cross your arms and lean back.
“Good thing it doesn’t take that long to get some papers.”
You take a deep breath before nodding. You breathe all the way in the elevator and close your eyes when it dings, stepping off and averting your eyes.
“Y/N?”
“Abby?” You peep open an eye. “This isn’t autopsy.”
“Nope, this is my lab! Welcome! Were you heading to autopsy?”
“Unfortunately.”
Abby grimaced. “Oh. Yeah. I get that. I couldn’t go down there for weeks after.. something happened. But you’ll get used to it after awhile, I promise. I can go down there with you if you want me to?” She offered you sweetly.
“Seriously?” You’re honestly stunned at the kindness of this woman. She was dressed in goth but she had the heart of sunshine.
“Of course! Anything to make your first day better.”
You grin and she leads you to the elevator. It was a quiet ride down two floors and then the doors ding open. You gulp and feel Abby squeeze your shoulder. “Abby I can’t do this. I can’t I really can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Let’s go.” She pushed you gently. “Just breathe, the spirits will guide you.” The doors slide open.
“Can’t you just go in and grab the papers for me?”
“Nope. Like I always say, you gotta face your fears. It’ll get easier, but now we gotta go.”
“Good afternoon Miss Abigail. And who is this?” He gestures to you.
“I’m uh. Um..” You try not to look around. “SpecialagentY/F/NY/L/N.” You say quickly. “I’mthenewagentandGibbsaskedmetogetfiles.” You rush over and grab the box sitting on one of the autopsy tables before hustling out of the room. You get in the elevator and hold open the door for Abby, she gets in and Ducky follows after.
“Let me guess, you don’t do dead bodies?” Ducky asked.
“I don’t do autopsy.” You confirm. “And thank you, Abby, for coming with me.”
“Well of course, that’s what friends are for!”
Friends. Not even an hour had passed and you had already made friends. Maybe this would be better than you thought. The doors opened and you stepped out into the squad room with your boxes. A pretty young woman came up to you.
“Are you Y/N?” She asks, following you back over to your desk.
“Yep, that’s me. You’re Ziva, right?”
She nods. “Pleased to make your acquittal.”
“Acquaintance,” Tony corrects. “Oh, and how was autopsy?”
You glare at him.
“Really Tony?” Ziva scolds. “And I bet you played the interrogation trick on her too?”
Tony grinned. “Maybe.”
“No tricks,” Gibbs pipes up. “We got a body in Alexandria. Y/L/N you’re with me.”
“Uh, boss I don’t have my gear yet. Quinn’s bringing it later.” But he was already out of earshot. You run to catch up and just barely make it in the elevator before it closes.
Watching NCIS 03x10 "Probie" is so much funnier and creates so much more...layers of emotion now, when you know that one day Ziva and Tony will have Tali. Y'all are going have a daughter together and you just don't know it yet!
I know there's this thing in the fandom where we all think that Ravi thinks that BUDDIE is a divorced couple that share custody over their son and have managed to keep things civil even tho they're still in love but have both had at least on gf since the divorce.
I REALLY WANT SOMEONE TO TURN THIS INTO A FIC. I WANT A FIC WHERE BUDDIE IS REALLY DIVORCED COUPLE STILL PINING AFTER EACH OTHER. THE REST OF THE TEAM DOESN'T KNOW CAUS IT HAPPEND BEFORE THE START OF THE SHOW AND WHAT DID THEY REALLY KNOW ABOUT BUCK ATT. THEY DIDN'T KNOW HE HAD A SISTER, WHY WOULD THEY TELL HIM ABOUT THE PAINFULL DIVORCE AND THE CHILD HE ONLY GETS TO KEEP ON THE WEEKENDS. AND THEN SUDDENLY EDDY SHOWS UP AT THE 118 AND HE DOESN'T KNOW BUCK SORKS HERE CAUS THEY DON'T TALK TO EACH OTHER ECEPT WHEN IT'S ABOUT CHRIS AND HIS SCHOOL AND JIS CONDITION AND SO ON. THAT'S WHY THEY DON'T GET ALLONG AT FIRST BUT THEN THEY REALIZE THEY WORK REALLY WELL TOGETHER AND THAT'S WHEN THEY START PINNING FOR EACH OTHER AGAIN.
