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You were the ‘probie’ the new kid in the team. Most days went the same. Bicker with Tony and Ziva, winding up Tim and the occasional trip down to ducky or Abbie. Yet getting to go to a new place almost every day and solving crimes was a bonus. Some cases were horrible yet the satisfaction of helping people was enough for you to keep going. Some were weirder than others, that’s how the first member of the team ended up kissing you.
“Yups caters to those in less…” Tony started and was working on a word that wouldn’t get him slapped upside the head.
“Conventional?” Tim supplied and your snorted from your perch on Ziva’s desk.
“Thank you Mcdictionary. Conventional relationships. Older men younger woman. Older woman really younger men. You name it they probably cater to it”
“So there’s some sugar daddies. Some DILF’s MILF’s and more” you all but purred with a grin.
“Something your interesting in probie?” Tong practically leered only for a resounding smack to echo around the bullpen.
“Wouldn’t you like to know” you mouthed behind Gibbs’ back. He spun around to face you and you bolted to your feet to look busy.
“The only way to get in there would be to pose as new patrons. Which combination should we do?” You asked and all eyes bore into yours before flickering to Gibbs too. The smirk on your face fell as your realised the plan. Undercover was great fun except when your were posing as your boss’ much younger partner. Gibbs when you finally clapped eyes on him was in suit pants and a white shirt complete with top buttons undone and a silver watch. You on the other hand had been outfitted in leather pants, boots and a sheer shirt complete with a chain around your neck. The club itself was terrifying, you gripped Gibbs’ wrist when you had been brushed up against you more than you were at all comfortable with, then someone had squeezed you ass and your decided that sticking to the older man’s side was probably safer. He wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you into his side.
“Easy” he murmured, you took a deep breath nodding. You had been undercover before but usually there was more clothing involved and in less compromising areas. He found a booth the was close to the back yet allowed him to see everything. Once a sniper always a sniper.
“What in particular am I looking for?” You asked quietly.
“Just sit there and look pretty” Tony’s voice flowed through the earpiece and you were sure you saw Gibbs crack a smirk beside you “Uh boss you guys might wanna get a bit closer, you could easily be father and kid with how far away you guys are sitting”
You hated the squeak that escaped your mouth when an arm was wrapped around your waist and you were pulled onto your bosses lap. Gibbs continued his surveil of the crowd and staff obvious to your scandalised face and Tony and Ziva’s laughter over the coms. You decided that if he wanted you this close then you were at least getting comfy, spinning around to face him resting your knees on either side of his thighs while draping your arms around him and your head on his shoulder. The older man didn’t seem to mind and just wrapped both arms around your in order to keep you stable in your position. At some point you had started rubbing at the short hairs on the back of his head absentmindedly, but the sound of a speaker crackling to life yanked you back into the moment.
“Alright ladies, gentlemen and everyone else” an man announced over them and your leaned back to look around “Grab your lover and give em a big kiss, it’s tongue o’clock!”
You laughed slightly at the almost word play between tongue and two then remembered that your current fake partner was your boss. You looked at him and frowned before you could open your mouth Tony was speaking in your ear.
“Time to keep your cover boss, probie” he said and your could hear the grin. You had never wished more for Tim to be in your ear. No one really expected Gibbs to kiss you but the older man seemed to shrug and pull you closer pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes shot open and you could hear Tony cackling in your ear.
“Well that wasn’t very enthusiastic was it?” A woman dressed in leather asked as she put two drinks on the table in front of you.
“We didn’t order any drinks” you stuttered out and she laughed. It reminded you of a waitress from a bar in a movie.
“Oh honey. I know, new customers get a free drink on us on their first night here, keeps everyone sweet” she said and patted your cheek. She went to wander off but paused “And don’t be shy sweet cheeks, everyone here is incredibly accepting of anything. I’m sure your daddy deserves a lil bit more…enthusiasm” she winked as she toddled off and your face turned up at her calling Gibbs daddy. Tony was still cackling while choking on air over the coms and you could hear Ziva smacking his back. You glanced around quickly and could see several staff members as well as some of the patrons watching you out of the corner of their eyes.
“I’m not calling you daddy” you grumbled and grabbed the front of Gibbs’ shirt pulling him up to meet your lips again. This time you kept your grip on him while he tightened his on you, your mouth opened slightly under his and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue in to meet yours. In your defence the moan that slipped out was incredibly involuntary as was the pulling his hair slightly.
“I wouldn’t expect you to” he said when you finally broke apart. You licked your lips and leaned back. The show had satisfied those around you and that’s when everyone let their guards down, the first young girl was brought onto the stage and her price was called over the speakers.
“Now Dinozzo” Gibbs barked and the building was swarmed. You hung back slightly as people were rounded up and handcuffed. Gibbs patted the back of your head as he passed “You did good.”
Oddly enough it was Ducky who kissed you next. In all defence it was almost definitely a spur of the moment fuelled by mainly stress and frustration. Everyone had been standing around the body on the table in autopsy when you had arrived. All heads turned to look at you but you froze and tried for a smile.
“Sorry I’m late. Director Shepherd had me. Never mind, I’m here now” you said and joined the almost huddle.
“Nice of you to join us probie” Tony said with a grin, you jabbed him in the ribs and decided standing opposite Tim was a better opportunity. Ducky was talking about the body on the table and your found your eyes drifting down to his ribs. You tilted your head and moved from your spot next to Jimmy to be standing next to Ziva. You moved again to stand between Tony and Gibbs which was what cause everyone’s attention and silence enveloped them as they watched you. You stood back and rifled through Ducky’s desk looking for gloves.
“What are-?“ Jimmy started but was hushed by Gibbs who was also watching you with narrowed eyes.
“Ducky, where are your gloves?” You asked going through the next drawer.
“On the small table to your left birdie” Ducky said pointing, you didn’t even have a spare thought in your brain to appreciate the nickname that the doctor had lovingly given you. You yanked one on and stalked toward the table.
“His ribs are deformed” you said and proceeded to poke them to prove your point “You said that he had been stabbed in the lung but there had been no outer wound, would it be possible that he was either hit or kicked in the chest and send one of those deformed ribs through his lung? And the fall down has knocked it out of his lung?”
Ducky looked at the body then you then the body again before his face lit up.
“Yes! That would make sense. Oh you’ve done it!” Ducky exclaimed and grabbed your face. You smiled but that quickly changed when the elderly doctor kissed you directly on the lips. He spun round and started his tale of how their dead body had went from living to dead. You continued to blink for a few seconds before shaking your head with a smile.
Abbie’s kiss had been a full on mistake. A very drunken mistake that had started with a very very bad morning. Which had started with you calling Gibbs and claiming illness complete with fake cough. You weren’t really sure what was off with you but you had been sad so decided that drinking your day away was a better way to spend your day. After the first bottle of wine you decided that wine sucked and went on the hunt for something stronger. Your apartment was empty, all you had was another bottle of wine. You’d given up on using a glass and just swigging it out the bottle. At some point you had also given up using chairs and had slid down the wall in your living room to watch the reflection of the sun on your tv. Once the alcohol was finished you found yourself in a predicament of not having any more or the ability to go get more so you found your phone discarded on the floor and called the first name on you list.
“The lab of everything awesome” Abbie greeted.
“Abs” you could hear the slur in your own voice “I need a flavour”
“A flavour? Have you been drinking?“ she asked and you could hear her moving about her lab.
“A little” you admitted “You’re probably working a case I’m gonna go. Bye Abs love you” you had hung up before she had managed to get another word out. You steeled yourself against the wall only stumbling slightly and made your way out the front door only partially sure you had locked it behind you. You had managed to stumble half way down the street in the direction that you assumed was for the liquor store but instead were stopped by a car that looked vaguely familiar only to be bundled into the back seat. Abbie had settled you on the chair behind her desk and left you fiddling with a cable declaring that you were most likely too drunk to cause any harm and she could buy another one. She had been running tests when the chorus from under the sea was being butchered by you who she found sprawled on the floor watching the fluorescent lights.
“Oh that’s it sunshine you are coming home with me I’m not leaving you alone” she said moving away from the table to pick you up “I hope Gibbs doesn’t find you like this”
“Find who like what?” Gibbs asked marching into the room only for his eyes to land in you who had started an even worse rendition of I’ll make a man out of you from mulan. He raised his eyebrows as you finished the final chorus and started on the power rangers theme tune.
“I wish I could give you an explanation but I don’t have one” Abbie said standing next to him as they both watched you. Abbie had plans to take you home however, she was thinking that leaving you here was probably a safer option. She found Bert tucked in his corner while Gibbs found one of the blankets she had stashed around the lab and together they tucked you in. Abbie went to kiss your cheek but you turned around to speak to her and your mouths clacked together. It was only a few seconds but you pulled away shrugged, turned over and closed your eyes.
Drinking a Gibbs’ house was usually a special occasion this special occasion was that no one had died or been maimed in months. Also on these occasions Gibbs always claimed he was the babysitter of teenagers. You had been hugging your pint class glass of vodka mixed with coke for about 15 minutes slowly sipping it while the rest of the group was on their 8th or 9th drinks. You had gotten comfy on the floor leaning against the table while Tim Ziva and Tony and spread themselves around the room with Gibbs looking over a folder on a chair in the corner.
“Spin the bottle anyone?” You suggested wiggling your eyebrows at them. Tim had tried to stop everything before it started but the drunken brains of Ziva and Tony had won. Sitting in an almost circle on the floor, an empty beer bottle was in the middle courtesy of Gibbs and Tony spun it first. It stopped on Tim and you found yourself grinning.
“Can we change the rules?” Tim asked and Tony sat with his mouth open.
“Sorry Tim. No can do. Pucker up” you said still grinning. Ziva was downright cackling opposite you.
“We’ll take a vote. All for changing the rules raise hands” Tony said. He and Tim raised their hands
“All for not changing the rules” you said and raised your hand as did Ziva and Gibbs. Laughter filled the room as the gingerly kissed each other then moved far away from each other. Then it was your turn to spin. You watched it slow to a stop pointing at Ziva. You looked up and smiled, she moved faster than you had anticipated she had closed the gap with her hands on your face and her mouth covering yours. You rested your hand over hers and grinned at the wolf whistle that Tony did even as she pulled away and sat back down winking at you. The game continued and you had kissed Ziva again before Tony spun the bottle and it landed on you. You moved towards him so your knees touched his and you made kissy faces at him and then pressed your lips against his. What you hadn’t been expecting was Tony to tug you closer cupping your face to tilt your head for easier access. You blinked at him afterwards, opened and closed your mouth and before your could spin the bottle yourself Gibbs announced that it was bed time for everyone. You begrudgingly snuggled under the blanket as the older man turned off the lights with a very quiet.
“Goodnight”
Jimmy’s kiss technically wasn’t even a kiss. You had told Tony about a million times that CPR didn’t count as a kiss however he had been set on it. When Gibbs had cottoned on to the conversation he had smacked Tony upside the head but had none the less agree that it had counted. They were trying to make light of the situation, it wasn’t everyday that you got blown up. Especially in a federal building.
The faint squeaking had drawn you away from your desk to investigate, Jimmy had been leaning against Tim’s desk waiting for the rest of the team to come back from Abbies lab. You had almost tip toed forward towards the noise when you were within six feet the noise got louder. The noise was deafening and you felt weightless for a few seconds and everything went dark. When Gibbs had managed to run from the lab to the bullpen Jimmy had been leaning over you his mouth covering your forcing air into your lungs. He leaned back to restart chest compressions, Gibbs had sling forward to offer support, sliding to his knees beside you.
“Not responding” Jimmy gasped out above you but he never stopped, his mouth was covering yours again. You on the other hand was at your desk, in a very whitewashed version of the office, you glanced around for the hole in the wall from the explosion was missing and your monitor wouldn’t turn on. You briefly heard a whisper of “clear” and stood up to look around for the voices but there was no one. An electric shock rocked through you which left you grasping your chests feeling for the source. You moved your shirt and checked your hands to see if you had touched something. It happened again and all you could do was double over gasping in pain. Once more and your squeezed your eyes shut to block out the pain and the light. You opened them and it was darker, the room itself was dull, you looked around and realised it was a hospital room and the team was spread around the room in various positive on sleep. A hand was slowly stroking your hair away from your face.
“Go back to sleep, we’ll be here when you wake up” Gibbs whispered, you closed your eyes following his order.
Someone had picked you to to babysit the director. Not that she needed it, you had seen the woman take down men twice her size in heels. She impressed you at every turn yet you were still sitting in a car with her at almost 3 am with a pizza between you.
“This is now how I planned on spending my evening, I’m not gonna lie to you ma’am” You said taking a sip of your coffee before leaning your head against the head rest.
“Me neither” she responded and you rolled your head to look at her. You could see the smile playing on her lips. You leaned forward to look out the window, for the first time since you’d known the woman it was just you and her in the car, she had turned down the driver.
“There’s people coming” you said “And we look like cops”
There was three people walking towards the car.
“That’s Jerald Capri. We’ll get made” she said you were reaching for you gun as you saw them start to look through the windscreen to see who was in the car. You didn’t even get the gun out of the holster before you had a lap full of director of NCIS. Your hand immediately released the gun and went to steady her and before you could say anything she was kissing you. It was over before it started yet your targets hadn’t passed the car and we’re still looking. You moved first this time pulling her back to you with your hand on the back of her neck, her lips molded to yours in seconds. Once the group of men had cleared the car she pulled away.
“Please don’t fire me” you said after a second of silence. What you hadn’t been expecting was director Jenny Shepard to throw her head back and laugh.
You believe the saying was save the best for last but Tim wasn’t the best exactly, but you would have traded anything for it to have come sooner. The world had been chaos for weeks, you had been undercover and had a relatively fresh gunshot wound on your thigh that sent waves of pain everytime you moved. Tim had taken to bringing you coffees and food so that you didn’t have to move as much as you normally would. Something had changed since you got shot, everyone had been treating you with kid gloves and it was irritating you. So much that you started purposely getting up to give them your findings when you needed to offer insights. However, one night Tim had offered to drive you home, you had been very prepared to turn it down. Tim on the other hand was not giving you much choice.
“Dinner is on me” he said as you buckled up.
“Tim. No you’re driving me home I’ll get dinner” you tried but he told you to shut up and kept driving. You laughed slightly. The diner was small tucked in the corner, it was a regular place for both of you especially after long cases.
“Ah my favourite federal agents” Gloria announced when she saw you. The usual foods were placed in front of your and you grinned when Tim automatically slid the ketchup that came with his across the table next to your elbow.
“I think she likes us” you said dipping a fry and popping it into your mouth, Tim look a bite of his burger. You hissed while shifting on your seat pulling at the stitches.
“You ok?” He asked and you nodded chewing harder than you had meant to and could hear your jaw clicking. He nudged your knee slightly and you nodded again.
“It’s fine Mcworry” you grumbled slightly.
“You spend too much time with Tony” he said wit he a smile “Why don’t you come stay at my place tonight? You can have the bed I’ll take the sofa.”
“Timothy are you trying to coax me into your bed?” You asked faux scandal lacing your voice.
“No! I just have less stairs that your apartment building and I hate the idea of you being alone” he explained waving his hands. You shook your head but agreed with him. The first time you had been in Tim’s apartment you had burst through the door followed closely Tony, Gibbs and Ziva, Tim who had been sitting with his headset on playing an online game in his boxers and a T-shirt shot up out his seat and thrown a wireless mouse at your head. The hard plastic had thunked against your forehead and you had almost pulled the trigger out of reflex. Thankfully you hadn’t instead you got to witness Gibbs tear him a new one for not answering his phone.
“Earth to space cadet” Tim waved a hand in front of your face “Where did you go?”
“Back to the first time I saw your apartment” you answered as he helped you get settled on the sofa and prop your leg up.
“When I threw my mouse at you?” He asked and your laughed
“Then I bought you a wired one so you’d never do it again” you responded and he laughed.
“I never fully apologised for that did I?” He asked
“I would have done the same. Probably not with a mouse though” you said shrugging.
“What would you have thrown?” He asked sitting next to you. You leaned against him.
“Probably a book” you shrugged.
“I’ve seen your books. I don’t think I’d scare you like that” he had a grin on his face.
“Probably your own book” you followed up. The laugh that bubbled out of him was almost disbelieving, it slowly built to slightly hysterical and you joined him until you couldn’t breath and your ribs hurt more than your thigh did. You leaned further into him and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, he tugged you into his side and you smiled resting your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat.
“You’re the only person from the whole team who hasn’t kissed me yet. You know that?” You asked after a few minutes of silence. Tim made a questioning noise.
“Everyone else has kissed you?” He asked and you felt him move his head to look down at you.
“Hmmhmm. First was Gibbs, Ducky, Abbie, Tony, Ziva, Jimmy and then the director. Which just leaves you” you said listing everyone else on your fingers.
“Everyone else has kissed you?” He asked and you hummed “Except me” you hummed again. Silence lapsed over the room, it wasn’t uncomfortable but you could almost hear Tim thinking above you.
“Would you. Would you like me to?” He asked slowly. You took a deep breath and nodded “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure” you responded. You didn’t think he was going to move really, but he shifted himself. It was slight and hardly even noticeable.
“You’ll have to get up if you want to you know” he said and you laughed
“Make out like teenagers?” You supplied and his face flushed but you shifted into a sitting position next to him shoulder to shoulder. The blush was over his face and his ears, it was cute. You moved closer to him in hopes he wouldn’t move away. He didn’t instead he rested his hand on your knee.
“I don’t know where to start” he whispered dipping his head, you spun round and tapped his chin.
“I’m not breakable Tim. Just do what comes naturally” you spoke as he leaned in. You breathed in so close to his lips. He finally made the move, the press of lips was over quicker than it started. He pulled away but was still close enough to rekindle it.
“How was that?” He asked and you felt the air against your lips.
“With the data I’ve been given I can’t make a solid conclusion but I do have a theory” you said and heard him laugh.
“What’s your theory probie?” He asked.
“That I might like if you did it again” you breathed at him. He huffed and leaned forward pressing his lips against yours once more. This time you didn’t give him the opportunity to pull away, you gripped the back of his neck pulling him towards you, Tim’s had slid over your shoulder and down your arm to grip at your waist. He tugged you closer and you hissed against his mouth.
“Sorry sorry!” He yelped releasing you and your laughed. Tim was being a gentleman, he hadn’t tried to slip his tongue in once. His grip had loosened but his fingers still rested in your side.
“Tim. It’s ok! I just moved funny” you tried to sooth but his eyes were wide and he looked like you had just told him you were telling Gibbs. You kissed his cheek “This isn’t going to work”
His head dropped again.
“Not here at least” you finished and it shot back up “I know you offered me the bed, but I think I’d prefer it if you came with me”
His eyes were wide but he nodded and slowly stood up and offered you his hands to pull you to your feet. You winced again but he steadied you.
“Do you want me to carry you?” He asked.
“No Tim. I can manage” you said and he held your hand all the way to his bedroom flipping the light on as he stepped through the threshold. His grip tightened and you knew he was nervous. “Timothy. It’s just us” the comfort worked mostly.
You sat on the edge of the bed and then flopped back sticking your arms in the air motioning for him to join you. He kneeled next to your hip. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him onto you. You tapped his hip encouraging him to lay between your legs, he was in sort of a half push up position. You cupped his face in your hands, you kissed his nose and watched the smile bloom again. He moved first this time, gentle chaste kisses pulling away slightly between them. His knees slid up the bed your thighs sliding up his, hissing again in response and Tim went to pull away. You gripped his shoulder.
“Tim is ok. I’m fine. I’m fine” you whispered dragging him back down. He gripped the underside of your thigh hiking your leg further over his hip then the other one so you effectively had your legs wrapped around his waist.
“Better?” He breathed.
“Better” you echoed. His mouth covered yours once more, your arms wrapped around his neck. One hand was holding his weight up the other was holding yours. It was the first swipe of his tongue that had both your resolves crumbling, your mouth opened under his and spark flew behind your eyelids. Tim was giving as good as he got, the occasional clacking of teeth felt more attractive that it probably should have been. You tilted your head and dug your fingers into the hair on the back of his head drawing a deep groan from his chest. You smiled into the kiss and did it again just to hear the noise he made. Tim pressed your hand down into the mattress and shifted closer to you the movement set of a reaction that had you moaning into his mouth which seemed to spur him on. You woke up the next morning and shimmied back into your underwear and Tim’s shirt that had been discarded on the floor. You could hear the man talking and decided to go investigate as well as find your phone which you had put down somewhere.
“Tim have you seen my-“ was as far as you got stepping out the room stretching you arms above your head, your eyes locked with Gibbs who’s eyebrows were raising into his hairline. You froze. Tim froze. Tony was on the floor gasping for breath between bouts of laughter.
“It’s on my desk” Tim said pointing, he sounded resigned and you bit your lip snatching the phone of the piece of furniture and diving back into his bedroom with the declaration that you were getting dressed. You had you jeans half on when Tim also stepped into the room, you swallowed and look away from him.
“Nothing is going to change” he said and you nodded still refusing to look at him hunting for your own shirt in the pile of clothes. His hand touched your back and he held the shirt out in front of you. You took it off him and went to unbutton the shirt you were wearing.
“Maybe I want things to change” you whispered as his hand left your back “Are they still out there?”
“Gibbs is” he responded, his hand was back on your but this time on your hip “Maybe I do too” you turned your head to look at him and Tim looked afraid. You gently pulled him down and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“We’ve got this” you tried and he nodded. Gibbs was sitting on the sofa reading one of Tim’s books when you both stepped out.
“About time” he said without looking up.
“Sorry boss. I couldn’t find a shirt” you responded. Then opened your mouth to try and explain but he was holding a hand up to silence you.
“It’s about time that you two did something about the tension between you” he said looking up from the pages, he stood up and stood in front of your both. He smacked Tim on the back of the head. “That’s for waiting so long”
“Thank you boss” Tim said rubbing the back of his head. Gibbs’ hand impacted with the back of your head.
“That’s for not answering your phone” he said and before you could respond he smacked both of you at the same time “That for giving Dinozzo something to talk about in the car”
“Sorry boss” you both responded at the same time, Gibbs smiled and made for the door.
“Keep it out of the office” and he was away. Back to the car. Neither you or Tim could stop the laughter that exploded out. Tim kissed you again. And again. And again.