GIBBS GETS YOU READY TO GO UNDERCOVER

GIBBS GETS YOU READY TO GO UNDERCOVER

“Ready,” he asks.

You make sure to refamiliarize yourself with all the details of the investigation before placing the file back onto his desk.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl," he praises. The marine slides his hand over your blouse as he attempts to attach the wire, but it slips off the delicate material. “I want everyone out of this room," he commands. “That’s an order.”

DiNozzo opens his mouth to argue but with one stern look from Gibbs, he complies. Isolated with the former gunnery sergeant, he takes this opportunity to pop open several buttons before slipping off your blouse - an evident intensity of subtle lust swirling in his iridescent eyes, as his gaze glides over your body.

“Much better.” He admires, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

With a touch that’s light as a feather, his fingers brush softly against your skin as he traces the edges of your lace lingerie before finally attaching the little camera onto your bralette.

I just wanted to say, thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you so much for your Parker fic!

You're very welcome 🤍 There’s barely any content for him on here and I don’t know why... he’s such a loveable character!

I’m sorry but Parker saying things like “on your knees” and “are you begging” just does things to me

Silver Fox

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: The team, including Parker, find out about your little crush on him.

Main character(s): Alden Parker, Timothy McGee, Nick Torres and Jimmy Palmer

Notes: This my first time writing for Alden Parker so, hopefully it’s okay and you guys like it!

The familiar ding! of the elevator echos throughout the bullpen as you familiarise yourself with the case, trying to find a correlation amidst all the evidence. Perplexed by the witness’s statement, you decide to seek clarification from the senior field agent but with your attention firmly fixed on the file in your hands, you end up walking directly into Alden Parker, the newest addition to the team.

“I-I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t be,” he says with a kind-hearted smile. “Flores de hojaldre? It’s a Spanish specialty, translates to ‘flowers of puff pastry’.” He explains, offering you the box filled with the international pastries.

“Thank you, sir.” You accept his generous offer with a sweet smile before remembering your former boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and his intense dislike of the use of the word ‘sir’. “I mean, Parker… uh, Agent Parker.”

“You can call me ‘sir’, doesn’t bother me. In fact... I kinda like it.”

His green-tinted eyes, infused with warm golden hues, linger on yours as the ghost of a smirk begins to frame his handsome features, almost hidden beneath the darkened moustache. The intense gaze, along with his playful confession, prompts a subtle shade of vibrant crimson to colour your cheeks before watching him make his way towards Director Vance’s office. As he disappears up the flight of stairs, McGee and Torres turn their attention towards you as they share a knowing glance.

“What,” you ask.

“You've got a crush on the new guy,” teases Torres.

“Just like you did with Gibbs,” adds McGee.

“I... oh my god, is it that obvious?” They both nod, attempting to suppress their laughter.

“Didn’t know you had a type,” McGee continues. “Who’s next, Fornell?” His mischievous smirk grows wider as you hide your face behind your hands, a muffled groan falling from your lips.

“So,” probes Torres. “Why Parker?”

“I don’t know... I mean, he’s smart, he’s got a good sense of humour, he’s sweet...” you gesture to the pastry still in your hand. “Not to mention-”

“He’s old,” interrupts Torres.

“He’s not-”

“Who’s old?”

The familiar voice echoes from behind you as you turn your attention towards the man in question, “Uh, n-no one.” Glaring at the pair of agents, you take a bite of the pastry as Parker watches you, aware of the sudden tension.

“Okay,” he drags the word out awkwardly. “Back to the case... McGee, where are we on our missing naval officer?”

“I’ve put out a BOLO on his car, still waiting to get a hit.”

“Torres?”

“Forensics are running the trace evidence as we speak.”

“Okay, keep me posted. You,” the former FBI agent turns to you before beckoning you to follow him with his index finger. “You’re coming with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To see Jimmy, hopefully he’s got some answers for us.”

-

Aware of the intimate proximity between Parker and yourself, you allow your attention to focus on the luminescent glow of the buttons as the soft hum of the elevator dominates the silence.

“So,” Parker turns to you with a soft smile. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?”

“Uh... no, sir?” After a moment, a quiet sigh falls from your lips. “How much of that conversation did you actually hear?”

“Not a whole lot but, uh...” the thought ruminating in his mind elicits a quiet chuckle. “This older gentleman, he must be a lucky man.” Something in his voice catches your attention as you slowly turn towards him, meeting his curious gaze.

“It’s you... Alden.” The sound of his name dripping from your lips like sweet honey catches him by surprise, more than the confession itself, as his charming smile grows wider.

“Didn’t know you were interested in older men... in me.” He says, taking a step towards you.

“Alden,” his gaze lingers on your lips for a brief moment as your tongue glides across the soft flesh before the doors of the elevator open, revealing a very excited Dr. Palmer.

“Agent Parker, Agent...” his voice trails off as he glances between the two of you. “I-I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

To be continued...

Sweet Dreams

Author: The Crime Files

Summary: DiNozzo finds out you had a dream about him.

Main Character(s): Anthony DiNozzo

You were currently preoccupied with a solitary thought that was ruminating in your mind before the melodious sound of your name, softly tumbling from his lips, piques your interest.

Slowly, you meet his intense gaze before the man in question leans back against the wall, arms crossed in a nonchalant manner. There’s no denying the unequivocal affection you have for him, as a flirtatious smirk begins to frame his handsome features - the likes of which, could have effortlessly been chiseled out of marble by Michelangelo himself.

“What,” you ask.

Mindful of the intimate proximity between the two of you, he steps closer. “I said, that must have been a really good dream you were having earlier.” You could practically hear the euphoria dripping from his lips, as he places his arm over your shoulder. “I heard you moaning in your sleep,” he whispers playfully.

Your attention lingers on the luminescent glow of the buttons, as the constellations of freckles peppered across your cheeks disappear under a soft shade of vibrant crimson. Evidently, he was taking a great deal of pleasure in seeing you flustered and after a moment, you flip the emergency switch, plunging the elevator into darkness.

“Nice move, Gibbs.” He teases. “What are you-”

Before he has a chance to finish, you interrupt him by pulling him in for a kiss. After a moment of confusion and disbelief, you feel his tongue glide over your lips, begging for more. As you allow his tongue to slip into your mouth, fighting for dominance, his hands delicately brush against the exposed skin of your body before you pull away, breathless.

“What was that for?” He asks, his dark mahogany eyes melting into golden lagoons of lust.

“I was dreaming about you, DiNozzo...” You finally confess, as the hint of a smile begins to play on his lips.

I’ve never written for him before but, I have a little idea featuring Jimmy Palmer that I really want to write