Risk

Risk

Paring: McGee x sister!reader

13 days until y/n was home. Home with the team. Home on American soil.

“Timothy McGee?” You looked up to see a man in a marine uniform standing before you.

“Yes?” You questioned.

“The Maine Corps regrets to inform you that your sister, Y/n McGee was killed in action on April 25.”

“No.” You whispered. You felt a tear stream down your cheek.

“You okay Tim?” Tony asked. You know he cared when he didn’t even call you a nickname.

“I remember the day she told me she wanted to be a Marine. Almost as if it was yesterday.”

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“Don’t do it.” You said.

“What do you mean ‘don’t do it.’? Tim, I wanna serve my country and your telling me not too?”

“Y/n, your my baby sister. I don’t want you to get hurt, I don’t wanna hear the day you won’t be coming back home.”

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Ziva walked up to you, grabbing your wrist, pulling you to the elevator. You hadn’t bothered to look up from your desk one you started to cry. Once she stopped the elevator you looked up her. Tears still running down her cheeks.

“McGee. Y/n wanted to tell you this when she got back from her deployment but, uhm, since she won’t be, I’ll, uhm, do it for her. Y/n she’s gay, her and I are- were- dating.”

“Wow. Uhm, how long?”

“About three years. I was, gonna propose a week after her return.” She pulled the engagement ring out of her pocket. Tears continued to stream down her face. “I had it engraved with her initials, not y/f/i.M. but y/f/i.D.” She ran her finger over the engraving.

Three months later

Reader’s Perspective

I was finally coming home. You had been tortured and brutally beaten, but you were finally coming home. You went off to fight a battle in Afghanistan when you disappeared shortly before many I.E.D.’s went off leaving many charred and unidentifiable bodies. Since you were nowhere to be found. You were assumed to be one of those bodies. You were found by another squad, and they rescued you. Walking into the squad room you saw the orange walls you never thought you’d miss so much.

“Hi guys.” You said, standing between Tony and Ziva’s desk. McGee looked up from his desk.

“Y/n?!” He shouted. You nodded as you saw the other agents glance up shocked. Tim and Ziva walked over, hugging you, both at the same time, cautious of your bruises. Once Tim pulled away, Ziva pulled you into a kiss. At first you were startled but you quickly fell into the kiss. Her lips soft, and sweet crashing against yours. Once you pulled away from the kiss you smiled and then said,

“You realize you did that in front of the entire team? Including my brother?”

“Y/n he knows. He’s known, when we thought you were dead, I told him. You said that you were going to when you got back from your deployment so I wanted to honor that.” You jumped as Tony hugged you from behind.

“Glad to have you back, y/n.”

“It’s good to be back.” You said.

“Y/n, listen, I didn’t want to do this here but I can’t wait. I waited and I thought I lost you. So, this may not have been my exact plan but I still wanna do this.” Ziva said, she walked over to her desk and pulled out a red velvet box from one of the drawers. She walked over to you and got down on one knee.

“What are you doing?” You asked, knowing the answer.

“Y/n I’ve loved you for years. Way longer than we’ve been dating. After three years, I was finally ready to propose. I went and got this ring, just for you before your deployment but I- I hesitated. Then you deployed and then I got news that you died. But you came back and I just knew I couldn’t waist anymore time. Y/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Ziva David, don’t you ever hesitate again.” You said as she slipped the ring on your finger. Once the chaos was over, Gibbs walked over and pulled you into a hug. Refusing to let go of you, you smiled.

You were finally home

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Does anyone want me to add them to my tag list for all my ncis work or just for characters? I write for Tony, McGee, Ziva, Ellie, and Gibbs. I struggle with the last three so there isn’t as many but I try

Hello! So, I’m gonna change up my profile some to add marvel to it. I’ll reblog with updates

I love this so much! 🥺

I wanna see more of this stuff, I mean you see a lot of Gibbs x reader, but you don’t see as much of a pregnant reader.

Can you write one about Gibbs and the reader getting pregnant? Your stories have been great!

This type of story was written a few times already (doesn't make it less interesting tho), so I tried to make it a little different...hope you like it!

(Also thank you so much for support and the kind words!❤)

CHOCOLATE BARS

Warnings (new to this, so pls tell me if something's missing): a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff, pregnancy

You were panicing. Like, a lot. Your heart raced as you put the positive pregnancy test down. You had done four to be sure.

Or maybe you just didn't want to accept that you were, in fact, pregnant.

You ran your hand through your hair, the other resting on your chest trying to get your heart to calm down.

You stood up from the toilet you've been sitting on the last minutes, staring at the result. Your legs were a bit wiggly, but you somehow managed to throw the few pregnancy tests into the bin.

After you stumbled down the stairs of his house you collapsed on the couch. Tears threatened to spill over and fall down your cheeks.

Were you even ready to raise a child?

Do you even wanted one?

How could you balance a child and work, especially with your job?

But most importantly:

Does he even want a baby?

Does he even want another child with what he's been through?

This was too much for your brain right now. You weren't sure. You couldn't find an answer to any of those questions at the moment.

You catched yourself staring at the bottle of bourbon at the shelf. It has always been a good friend to you and your husband, even if problems are just temporarily cured with alcohol.

No.

You couldn't freaking drink.

You were pregnant.

Thinking like that felt better than you wanted to admit.

You were pregnant.

Your hand automatically wandered under your shirt and rested on your stomach.

Hm.

You just told yourself this reaction and the sudden happyness you were feeling was caused by the hormones.

But the more you thought about it, having a baby with the man you love the most in your life- god you loved him so much- suddenly didn't sound so bad.

If he even wanted it, that was.

And of course, with this thought you quickly withdrew your hand from the soft skin that was your belly.

A feeling of angst rised in your throat.

God, these hormones were driving you crazy.

You sneaked the chocolate bar off the table Jethro had earlier placed for himself when he'd get home.

You hesitated for a moment. It was his. But he was used to you eating his meals. And he got you pregnant, right?

You bit into the bar. The incredibly sweet taste on your tongue took you back to your childhood, where you had consumed a ton of these.

You smiled to yourself.  Good times.

Just you, your bike, friends and beautiful sunsets above fields of corn.

Your child could have that. Well, maybe not fields of corn but fields of...traffic lights? Nevermind. On top of that your child can have an amazing dad you never had.

If he even wanted it, that is.

Because this question kept ruining your expectations, you decided to wait for him.

You needed to tell him. But how?

Your head hurted from all of this,

so you decided to take a nap, after looking up how often pregnancy tests could report the wrong results.

............................  an hour later ............................

You slowly woke up. You were so tired you wanted to just sleep again, but you noticed the presence of someone.

His smell. The smell of coffe and sawdust made it's way over and forced you to open your eyes.

You had just slept on the couch and your back ached a bit from the rough material. You stretched a little, your eyes hovering to the kitchen nearby.

Your gaze met his. His eyes were a mess. So much emotion you couldn't even detangle them.

You instantly sat up, studying him closely.

He sat at the kitchen table, a glass of bourbon in his right hand.

He looked miserable.

He didn't sit as straight as he usually did and his body language gave away his discomfort.

Your voice was soft, comforting.

"Oh honey, what happened?"

"You cried."

You knitted my brows. "I did?"

"Your eyes are red and swollen."

You waved it off. "But that's not a reason justifying you looking so...sad."

You could see him swallowing hard.

"Do you not want it?"

You looked at him confused, standing up and making your way towards him.

"What do you mean?"

"The baby."

You gasped and your confusion just got worse.

"How did you-"

"Your phone. You looked up the failing rate of pregnancy tests."

You turned around, seeing that you forgot to turn off your phone. He must've seen it.

You sighed, now tears again watering your eyes.

"Also you slept with your hand on your belly."

He was a trained investigator. Of course he found out.

You swallowed, taking a seat in the chair across him. He looked at you seriously.

Your voice broke when you tried to speak.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Getting pregnant."

"Are you serious?"

He bend over the table a little, taking your hand in such a sweet manner that almost made you whimper.

The silence became too much.

"You know I didn't know if I'm ready and how I could ever manage the job with this and I mean you- I-I don't know if you even want a baby and a child again with everything what you've been through or if you could even allow yourself-"

"Love,..." He stopped you.

You felt hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Please don't cry, sweetheart." His face expression was now a lot softer than before.

You felt the rough skin of his palm warm against your cheek, his thumbs wiping the tears away.

"Do you want a baby with me?"

His ocean blue eyes looking into yours. You expected softness, but instead you detected that he was scared.

Scared of your answer.

"I want a baby with you, Jethro."

And you could see how the tension left his body.

He swallowed, his hands still resting on your cheeks.

"I was just...just a little scared ,you wouldn't want it."

A wide happy smile appeared on his face.

You couldn't help but smile with him.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

And for the first time you could see a happy tear rolling down his cheek.

Your body reacted by letting you cry too much tears for his thumbs to wipe away.

You sniffeled. His face showed off his confusion about my sudden outburst of crying and you smiled within.

"It's just the hormones, love." You explained yourself.

He chuckled, making his way around the table and pulling you close.

Your head rested on his chest, leaving a wet spot on his shirt when you pulled back.

You giggled a little. "Sorry."

He grinned. "S'fine."

His hand lifted your chin, his eyes looking first to your soft lips and then deeply in your intense coloured eyes.

His lips brushed against yours and the already familiar butterflies in your stomach were brought back to life by his hot breath.

The both of you couldn't imagine a world without each other. You loved him too much to ever let go. And you didn't plan on letting that happen. You couldn't ever imagine a better husband and a better dad to your child. You loved him with all your heart.

And then he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a fiery kiss that tasted sweeter than the chocolate bars of your childhood.

Happy birthday Sebastian!

8 and whatever question you want to answer most

8: What’s your favorite band/artist?

My favorite artist rn is Tim McGraw or Alec Benjamin.

16: Want any tattoos? What of?

Well I already have 5 tattoos- my personal favorite is my sleeve- but I want more, these are a few that I want.

This was so cute! I love it! ❤️

hi!! can i request an au based on the episode 12 from season 1, where gibbs is flirting with the red haired suspect, and the reader goes with him and she is super jealous and feels insecure cuz she thinks she isnt pretty enough for him??

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra @ncisfan @zetasaturno99

REDHEADS

“Y/N, you’re with me.”

You instantly grabbed your gear and followed your boss to the car. You were going to your suspect’s house to get more infos about the dead sailor.

The plan was one getting her distract while the other peeked around.

But the plan wasn’t your boss flirting with the suspect. Except that he totally did.

Well, she started it, and before you knew, they both disappeared.

You could hear flirting from the kitchen, it made you sick in your stomach. You hoped he wasn’t just playing along, but a part of you felt like he was. He was flirting back with her. Why wouldn’t he anyway? Besides the fact that she was suspect, she was absolutely stunning and a redhead nonetheless. You never stood a chance with him, right?

You tried to focus on what you had to do, but couldn’t help it. You had to listen, to know how far it was going. You discreetly took a peek so saw how close their bodies were. She grabbed the cup from his hands and made a show of just taking a sip.

You internally growled and went back to the living room. As you tried to be discreet, you tripped on a furniture and cursed. A second later, you saw Gibbs standing right in front of you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Can we go now?”

He nodded and said goodbye to the woman. You decided that you didn’t see the wink he sent her way.

The ride back to the office was dead silent. You didn’t say a word, not even about the case. You just wanted to crawl inside a hole and disappeared. God, you hated him.

“Y/N. Are you listening to me?” He called out as you got out of the car.

“What?”

“I just gave you orders. Did you hear them?”

“I know my job, Gibbs. You don’t have bark orders every step of the way.”

You never snapped at him before, but you were pissed. And sad. And jealous. This woman was incredible gorgeous. Of course, she caught his attention. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, it was obvious that he would never be attracted by you. Why would he?

You knew your behavior was unjustified, there was absolutely nothing going on between you and Gibbs. He never even showed any kind of interest in you. You just had a stupid crush on him, and you were making him pay for it.

Gibbs never expected you to talk to him like this. He was so stunned, he didn’t know what to say. He just watched you getting back inside the building.

When the case brought you back to the woman’s house, you tried to avoid it. You pretended that Abby needed your help, but her job was already done and everybody knew it. “Shut up and get inside the car, L/N!” Gibbs shouted.

Everyone, including you, looked up to Gibbs in disbelief. It wasn’t just about the words he used, it was about his tone. He ever sounded this angry, especially not with you. You stared at him for a moment, challenging. But you knew better, so you got in the car without a word.

The ride was extremely silent. And once you were there, you and the team did what you had to do. You didn’t say a word to Gibbs, not even look at him. And you left before everyone else that night.

Around 10pm, you were zapping on the tv when you heard knocks at your door. You looked at the peephole and saw your boss. You inhaled sharply before opening.

He immediately let himself in. “What the hell was that all about?” He barked at you.

“Nothin’,” you simply answered, going back exactly where you were before he arrived.

“Y/N.” He stayed where he was. He wanted explanations and you knew how stubborn the man was.

“Since when do you flirt with suspects, Gibbs?” You asked, wrapped under your blanket.

“A little flirt never hurt anyone.” You were obviously not going to move, so he decided to sit on the couch too.

“Sure,” you scoffed. “You can’t help it whenever you see a redhead, can you?”

He snorted at that comment. “That’s the problem? Me flirting with a beautiful redhead woman?”

“What would have happened if she wasn’t a suspect?” You asked, even though you were scared of the answer.

“You know when two people are attracted to each other—“ he started but stopped when you kicked him. That was the kind of thing you definitely didn’t want to hear.

“What does she have that I don’t?” You asked before you could stop yourself. You internally cursed and threw the blanket over your head. “Leave Gibbs. Please.” You said from under the fabric.

But he didn’t. Instead, Gibbs crawled under the blanket with you. He made his way between your body and the back of the couch. You couldn’t see his face, but you felt his breath on your skin. He was warm and strong. The oxygen was lacking.

“With her, I could just spend the night and leave in the morning. You— you’re like the forbidden fruit. And I’m scared I won’t ever get enough once I taste it—you.” You laughed at the words he chose, and curled your body a little more against his. “I didn’t mean it to sound dirty.”

“That’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he wrapped his arms around you and managed to kiss your cheek despite the darkness. You turned just enough for your lips to meet his. His kiss was extremely tender, you were melting under his touch. He quickly begged access with his tongue, which you fiercely granted.

You kept kissing under the blanket, until neither of you could breathe. Gibbs threw the fabric away and locked his piercing blue eyes into yours. “She’s nothing compared to you. And I’m done with redheads anyway.”

“Good. Cause I’m never letting you go.”

God did Gibbs hoped you would keep that promise.