Drunken Daydreams

Drunken Daydreams

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(Y/N)’s week was awful to say the least. First, her water heater started leaking, like a lot. When she called the company, they said they wouldn’t be able to fix it for another 12 weeks. So, she’s been showering at work, hoping someone doesn’t walk in. Second, her car battery died. Just flat-out stopped working because why not. So, she’s been getting a ride from Abby to work. Third, her boss, Gibbs, was extra cranky and nobody could figure out why. Lastly, DiNozzo was being extra annoying, asking personal questions constantly. So when Abby invited her to girls’ night with Ziva, she could not have said yes faster, desperate for an escape.

The night was filled with laughter, ranting, and alcohol. Like, a lot of alcohol. When Abby suggested they watch a rom-com, Ziva confessed she had never watched a rom-com. So that’s how they ended up on their third rom-com of the night, finished two bottles of wine and one bottle of tequila, and it was barely even 2 am. (Y/N), however, could not stop daydreaming about her silver-haired, steely-blue eyed boss. No matter what she did, she kept picturing the different situations on screen, replaced by her boss. The way the lead male lifted the lead female out of a truck bed by her waist, sent shivers down her spine at the thought of Gibbs’ rough, veiny hands lifting her by the waist all while staring into her eyes. 

Ziva noticed her daydreaming during the movies, and decided to ask her what she was thinking about. (Y/N) brushed it off, and said she was just a little tired. But Ziva was sure there was something else that must be bothering her. After their last movie, Ziva asked again. (Y/N) brushed it off again, but Abby was also starting to get a little suspicious too. So they both sobered up just enough to ask a third time. But this time, Abby followed up with “Are you thinking about Gibbs again?” and they both watched her face turn bright red. Abby immediately yelled, “I KNEW IT!” and Ziva sat on the sofa, shocked. Abby and Ziva both promise not to mention anything to anyone, as long as she makes a move, and soon. (Y/N) promises she will, but she just needed to figure out how. 

The next Monday morning, both Ziva and Abby kept making faces at (Y/N) whenever Gibbs would come around. At one point, Abby signs to (Y/N), “Make a move, sister! Or I’ll tell him!” They both didn’t realize that Gibbs could see the whole thing. He noticed when (Y/N)’s face would heat up a little bit whenever he would look over her shoulder at her desk, or when she suddenly looked away when their eyes would meet. He knew what was happening, but thought there was no way she’d be interested in him. Little did he know what was said at Abby’s place, after work, during girls’ night.

He Did The Thing

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“I’ll be right down Abbs.” Gibbs said, snapping his cellphone shut. As he made his way to the lab, he had started to wonder where (Y/N) had gone. She briefly mentioned something about going to see Abby for an update on the current case, but that was 20 minutes ago. He didn’t quite catch what she was saying, as he was on the phone with Ducky about an update on the case as well. The first thing he heard as he stepped off the elevator was (Y/N) asking Abby, “Did he do the hot guy thing where he puts his hand on the small of your back to get through a crowd?” “YES” the forensic scientist replied. “I don’t know what it is about that certain gesture, but when someone does it-” (Y/N) was interrupted by Gibbs asking, “What you got for me Abbs?” as he handed Abby a Caf-POW.

(Y/N) was starting to blush, and part of her hoped Gibbs didn’t hear the conversation, but the other part of her hoped very much that Gibbs heard the conversation. She’s had a crush on her silver-haired, steely-blue eyed boss, since she started working for team Gibbs as the new probie. But now, as a full-time NCIS Special Agent, she felt that having a crush on her boss maybe isn’t the best. But there’s something about the way his vivid baby blue eyes stare into (Y/N)’s when he’s talking to her, or maybe it’s how softly he speaks to Abby compared to the rest of the team. The ‘ding!’ of Abby’s computer brought (Y/N) out of her thoughts, and back into reality. Abby shared the new update, and Gibbs and (Y/N) went back upstairs to the bullpen to share Abby’s update to the rest of the team. 

The next bit of the workday seemed to go agonizingly slow. Half the team was waiting for someone to call them back, and the other half went through evidence and bank records. At a certain point, Abby called everyone into the lab, asking for help. She needed extra hands to help with something, and wasn’t sure who could do what to help. It felt a little crowded in the lab with everyone being there, but (Y/N)’s thoughts abruptly faded away when she felt Gibbs’ hand on the small of her back, while trying to navigate through the crowd. She wondered if he overheard the conversation between herself and Abby, and the smirk on his face confirmed her thoughts. After that flirtatious gesture, she started to wonder if there was a chance he felt the same. And the way his beautiful blue eyes stared into hers across the room, gave her a little more hope that one day there could be something more between Gibbs and herself.

Peaches and Cowboy

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This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15

Peaches. (Y/N) only had to thank one Leroy Jethro Gibbs for that nickname. He insists it’s because she’s so sweet and kind. But, she’s pretty sure it’s because of her perfume. He calls her that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation. 

Her head was down on her desk, with paperwork covering every inch of her desk. Gibbs was growing concerned, because she was looking paler by the hour. Once Tony headed to interrogation, Ziva was checking out a lead, and Tim was getting an update from Abby, he made his way over to her desk. That’s when he smelled her perfume, peach with just a dash of vanilla. “Hey, peaches, you feelin’ okay?” Her head instantly rose from her desk, and she sleepily responded, “Yeah, just a headache the size of Texas. I’ll be alright. Just need to drink more water.” He was still concerned, but ultimately said, “Okay, let me know if you need anything.” “Will do, hun.”

The day went by and by the end of it, she was very excited to go home, make some soup, and crawl into a warm bed. Gibbs had the same idea, but because he was still concerned, he offered to drive her home. She was hesitant at first, saying she didn’t want to be a bother. But he insisted. And she damn near fell asleep during the ride home. She was so out of it, she didn’t even notice that it wasn’t her house. It was Gibbs’ house. Fair enough, they only live a street away from each other. She only noticed something was different when the front table was in a different spot than it was in her house. He led her to the couch, and told her to make herself comfortable. As she did, he disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared a few moments later with two bowls of soup, water for her, and a beer for him. She felt a little bad that her friend was taking care of her, but ultimately felt so grateful that he cared enough about her to do so. 

They ate in comfortable silence, and after finishing her soup, she started feeling incredibly exhausted. To no shock, he noticed that she was starting to fade. He took the dishes back into the kitchen, and when he returned to the living room, found her half asleep, curled up on the sofa. He gently pushed her hair away from her face, and gently laid a blanket on top of her. He whispered, “Goodnight, peaches.” She responded with a half-hearted mumble that sounded similar to, “Goodnight Jethro.” And with that, she fell into a very blissful sleep, where she dreamt of a very familiar silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man. 

Cowboy. Gibbs only had (Y/N) to thank for that nickname. She calls him that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation. It was a slow day, the team didn’t have a case, so they took the day to catch up on paperwork. Sometime in the afternoon, they all took a break (minus one silver-haired boss), and took turns guessing what their favorite movie genres were. Lastly, it was (Y/N)’s turn. She correctly guessed that Ziva hasn’t watched a lot of movies, Tim’s favorite is action-fantasy, and that Tony’s was classic films. But Gibbs, she had a hard time figuring his out. But ultimately, she correctly guessed he likes westerns. Specifically, black and white westerns. “Yeah I see it, cowboy. It fits.” And with that, that’s how he became “cowboy”. Just with an afternoon distraction from the mind-numbing paperwork they had all been busy with all day. The rest of the day went by in a blur. They all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways for the night. Sometime in the evening, (Y/N) found herself in Gibbs’ basement, drinking bourbon out of an old glass, talking with not her boss, but her friend. 

“Why’d ya guess I like westerns?” “Because, you have this air of authority about you, your house is bare besides furniture, you have an old TV, and you build boats in your basement. Plus, at night, you smell like bourbon.” “Wow.” “Yeah… it’s one of my favorite things about you.” “What is?” “Everything. It’s just so you.” He leaned over and wrapped her in a hug. She swiftly accepted his hug, and held him tight. They spent the rest of the night laughing and talking about anything and everything. Not a lot of people know, but Gibbs can be very talkative with the right person. He also smiles his beautiful, soft smile quite a lot. But only when he’s with her. Only when he’s with his “peaches”. And when she’s with her “cowboy”, the sun will never be able to outshine her smile.

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A Gardener's Apology

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“Where the hell did (Y/N) go?” Gibbs asked the team. (Y/N) was not only a member of the team, but Gibbs’ friend as well. So to say he cared for her, would be the understatement of the year. (Y/N) had gone to follow up on a lead for the current case, but Gibbs had noted she left 40 minutes ago, and the person she said she’d be talking to, was only 10 minutes away. He started to worry about her, but decided against calling her. But when it reached an hour since she left, he decided to call her. Voicemail. Again, and again, just voicemail. 

“Oh crap, I gotta go! I’m sorry I took up so much of your time!” (Y/N) said after looking at the clock in the kitchen, that belonged to the sister of the victim. “It’s all good, thank you for stopping by!” And with that, (Y/N) grabbed her keys and her phone and headed out the door. When she went to double-check the time on her phone, she noticed 7 missed calls from Gibbs. She was so screwed. She knew she had broken rule 3: never be unreachable. She immediately tried to call him back, only to receive a 'voicemail box full’ message. She drove back to NCIS, and went right past everyone who was asking where she had been. She was on a mission to find Gibbs, and apologize. She knew she would be breaking rule 6: never apologize, it’s a sign of weakness. But in that moment, she didn’t care. 

She found him in Abby’s lab, and the first thing he did was hug her, and the second thing he did was smack her on the back of her head. “Ow!” “Where were you?!” Gibbs barked at (Y/N). “I said I was following up on a lead, Gibbs. I wasn’t planning on being gone for over an hour, but I got some very helpful information.” (Y/N) said, softly rubbing the back of her head. A pang of guilt rang through him as he saw her rub her head. She shared the information she had gathered from her visit, with Gibbs in the elevator on the way back up to the team. 

When the elevator was about to reach its destination, Gibbs stopped the elevator. He turned to her and softly said, “You scared me. When I couldn’t reach you. The whole time I was thinking the worst.” (Y/N) was a little shocked he had told her he was scared. She’s been friends with him for 3 years, and only worked with him for 2. And in those 3 years, she has never heard him talk about his feelings. She took his hand, and whispered, “Look at me, I’m okay Gibbs. I’m fine. Nothing happened to me. Well nothing besides you hitting me like Tony.” She breathily laughed during that last part. He hugged her close, and they stayed like that for a minute. Just holding each other. Letting each other know, they were both okay.

When he showed up for work the next morning, he found a large basket of tomatoes of all sorts of colors, sizes, and shapes on his desk. Next to the basket was a note that said, “Sorry I scared you, hope this makes up for it!” On the bottom of the note was written, “P.S.- these are fresh from the garden.” He smiled to himself. She remembered the one time he mentioned that he preferred home-grown tomatoes as opposed to store-bought. When she came in a few minutes later, she made her way over to him and asked, “Do you like the tomatoes?” He replied, “I love ‘em, thank you.” He brought her close and kissed her forehead. If he only knew she had a crush on him for the last 3 years, maybe she’ll act on it. One day.

THIS IS ME FR also why does it fit so well?!?

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