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Y/N peeks through her half closed eyes and sees that the guns are still very much trained on herself and the large man, whose arm tightens around her neck. Her hands grasp his arm trying desperately to get him to let her go, which only results in him pressing the gun into Y/N’s head more. He angrily puts his cold lips to her ear, his disgusting breath breathing into it.

“Don’t make me shoot you, stupid bitch.” He whispers, sending fearful shivers down Y/N’s spine.

Y/N stops fussing almost immediately, the only movement from her being the tears that continued to stain her cheeks. She had no intention of opening her eyes, she didn’t want to see her team’s faces. She didn’t want to see Tony’s eyes; and the pain in them. McGee’s lip quivering in horrific terror. Or Kate’s extremely expressive eyebrows; knowing that they’d be furrowed with worry. But most of all, Y/N definitely didn’t want to see Gibbs’ face.

She wasn’t sure what emotions, if any, she would see on her boss’ face. Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it if there was nothing apparent on his face. There was something about Gibbs that Y/N could never escape from, he was always on her mind and in her dreams, as if he had signed his name onto her heart.

“Hunt, this doesn’t involve her. Just let the girl go and we can talk it out. Maybe come to some kind deal.” Tony’s voice echoed within the empty warehouse.

“Oh but it does involve her. She’s the one that figured it all out! Don’t you see?! If only she minded her own fucking business and stayed out of mine.” Hunt yelled back, the gun pressing harder into Y/N’s temple.

With tears flowing freely down her face and neck, Y/N curses herself. Not only was Hunt right about her involvement, but he was also right about her not being able to mind her business. Deep down she knew that looking more into the case was the right thing to do. Her gut told her that the man they arrested was not the killer, so she dug deeper and deeper into all the connected murders. Only to end up with the real killer capturing her, now with a gun shoved against her head.

“She did what she did under my command. Let her go and take me.” The silent Gibbs had spoken. Dropping his gun to the ground, slowly stepping towards Y/N and Hunt.

Y/N darted her head towards him, eyes finally meeting his own bright blue ones. She outwardly sobbed at the care and worry she found in his eyes. More tears brimming inside her eyes as she shook her head ever so slightly, in denial at Gibbs’ words. She would not let him take her place, even if it meant a bullet to the brain.

“Sorry old man. Shit don’t work like that ‘round here,” Hunt snickered, then turned his face so his mouth was pressed against her ear once again, “Say bye-bye, bitch.” He whispered.

Y/N looked right into Gibbs’ eyes, he’d moved closer since he dropped his gun on the ground. She slowly mouthed three words to him, and only him. ‘I love you’. Then squeezing her eyes at the end of those words, she lets out a breath of fear, and waits for her inevitable end.

There was barely any sound around the warehouse. The main one was Hunt's disgusting breathing, just inches from her ear. Y/N could hear a distant shuffling, but couldn’t put her finger on who or what it was. She didn’t want to. She only wanted this to end.

“NOW!” Y/N heard Gibbs scream.

All of a sudden Y/N was on the cold hard floor, there was yelling all around her, and gunshots being fired from every direction. She couldn’t move. The fear and shock had glued her to the ground, face down and unaware of what was going on around her. Y/N was wailing by now, the surprise of the ambush along with the fear of just having the barrel of a gun to her face, had gotten to her and her cries were deafening to her team.

She could distantly hear talk about Hunt being hit in the leg, and that he was down. Y/N stayed put in her curled up position on the floor. Not risking any movement, for fear of the threat still looming in the air.

Y/N continued to cry at the thought of almost dying, when a large warm hand was placed on her shoulder. She cries out, flinching away from the touch. Only to be pulled up to her feet by her arm and wrapped into a pair of arms, face first into what she realised was a chest. She struggled only for a second before her senses started working again. She knew that smell, the smell of coffee and sandalwood. She knew those arms that were so strongly wrapped around her back. Gibbs.

Her body relaxes into his grasp and it takes everything in her to not have her knees buckle.

“It’s okay, Y/L/N,” He whispers, as his arms wrap around her waist, “I got you.” Y/N feels the words vibrate in his chest, where her cheek lays.

She grips onto his jacket so tightly that she is sure it will leave crease marks when she inevitably releases. Driving her face deeper into the embrace, Y/N continues to sob, not caring about the tear stains that will be on Gibbs’ shirt. She slowly lifts her head off of his chest, looking up into Gibbs’ clear blue eyes.

“How am I here? I should be de-” Y/N is cut off by Gibbs moving one of his hands from her waist to lay a finger over her lips.

“Don’t. Ya weren’t gonna die. Not on my watch.” He says. Looking down at Y/N.

Gibbs slowly moves his finger from her lips, but doesn’t remove his hand from her face. Instead, cupping her cheek. At this moment, Y/N felt safe in his arms and thought to herself that now was as good a time as any.

“Listen…Gibbs. About what I mouthed to you earlier. You know…when I was 100 percent sure I was going to die. You don’t have to acknowledge it or anything, I understand that you’re my boss and you’re older than me but I meant what I said. I lo-” Y/N’s rambling was cut off, but not by Gibbs.