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Part: One/Four
Paring: Tony x Reader
“A little young for you Tim.” Tony says.
“Tony, she’s my sister.” Tim states.
“Oh, well your sisters hot McGee.”
“Tony!” McGee shouts. Taking down the photo Tony had put up on the screen.
“Thanks Tony.” You say, walking into the bullpen.
“Oh, y/n, you weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.” Tim says
“Well, I got an early flight, I wanted to surprise you.” He walked over and pulled you into a hug. Once he pulled you into a hug you winked at Tony. You didn’t get an early flight, well, you did but that was four days ago. You flew in early to see your boyfriend, which you had meet through Tim. You and Tony had been dating for two months which was way longer than you expected knowing Tony. Gibbs walked into the room and Tim broke the hug.
“Y/N, good to see you. Tim said you weren’t gonna be here till tomorrow.” Gibbs said.
“It’s good to see you too. I got an earlier flight to suprise Tim.” You responded.
“How’s San Diego?”
“It’s good. It’s uh, it’s really good. The sun, the warm air, the flowers. All of that without the snow.”
“Yeah, the snow can be a pain.”
You turned to face the blonde agent, “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. Im Y/N McGee.”
“Hopefully she’ll be Mrs. DiNozzo.” Tony muttered to himself.
“Eleanor Bishop. You can call me Ellie. So, Y/N, what brings you out to DC?” Ellie asked.
“Thanksgiving, I wanted to do it in San Diego, but Tim insisted I come here instead.”
“So, did you know the last agents who sat here?”
“Yeah, I did. That may or may not have been why I wanted Tim to come to San Diego. They were good people. People who didn’t deserve to die.”
“So, what do you do for work?”
“Oh, Uhm, I’m a-“
“Hollywood agent.” Gibbs interrupted
“Yeah, I work in the office out in San Diego.” You said.
“Oh.”
Eventually everyone but you and Tony had left the bullpen. Ellie and Tim were tracking a lead and Gibbs was checking in with Abby.
“Follow me.” Tony said, grabbing your hand. You followed as he lead you to the storage closet. Once the door shut his lips instantly crashed against yours in a deep and passionate kiss. You couldn’t care less about your surroundings. The door flung open to one very disturbed McGee.
“Tony! What the hell are you doing?! That’s my sister!” Tim yelled.
“Tim.” You said, trying to calm him.
“And you! Y/N, what the hell happened?!”
“Tim. Let us explain.”
“But first Probie, you need to chill.” Tony said
“Oh shut up Tony! I just caught you making out with my sister!”
“Tony’s my boyfriend.” You blurted out.
“What?! You and Tony? There’s no way, we would have heard about it by now.”
“Trust me Tim, I’m as shocked as you are on the secrecy aspect.”
“Well, every woman I boast about I end up dumping and y/n really means a lot to me.”
“I’m gonna let you off the hook, just don’t let me see this again. Also, Tony, my sister?”
“He did call me hot.” You chuckled and placed a kiss on Tony’s cheek. After you left them alone, heading it to the bullpen. Smiling the brightest and biggest smile you’d ever had. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with that man.
Part two?
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
I Miss You
Paring: Ziva x sister!reader
A/n: I was reading @blazogirlsoneshots “My Jacket!” and I was inspired
Warning: Mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm
You did it. You finally did it. I know what your thinking. Your thinking, ‘Oh! What’d she do? I wanna celebrate.’ But this is nothing to celebrate. It’s something to mourn. You had just killed yourself. Did I leave a note? Yes. Because you couldn’t leave your baby sister on her own, without an explanation.
Ziva’s perspective
I entered the apartment, stopping at the body.
“I’m sorry, Ziver.” Gibbs whispered, pulling you into a hug. You felt yourself start to cry. Soon Tim spoke up,
“Boss, there’s a note.” You broke the hug and ran over yanking the note out of his hand. I began to read it,
“I know I always say, ‘A suicide is never a suicide.’ but this time? This time it is, I killed myself.
Tim, you were like brother to me. A geeky brother who no matter how much they were picked on, still continued to express how they felt about it. You always knew how to cheer me up, and I thank you for that.
Tony, you were also like a brother to me. I love how you know so much movie trivia and never hesitate to share. I saw so many movies because of you. Thank you.
Jethro, it’s time to come clean. Surprise! Jethro and I are dating. Although you may have known because I called him Jethro. I love you, and I’m so sorry to do this to you again. Just remember the happy times, please. Also, I’m sorry I committed suicide before your proposal but I couldn’t see you proposing and me having the guts to do this. Yes, I saw the ring and it was absolutely beautiful but next time, try hiding it better. One thing I’m always going to haunt you with is that it’s okay to cry. I love you.
And Ziva, I’m so sorry but I couldn’t take it. I felt alone no matter how much you all said I wasn’t. I know nothing can fully heal the pain of me being gone, but I still have the jacket you loved. You can have since I won’t need it anymore. I love you my baby sister. Don’t ever forget that.
I love you all but this is my goodbye.~Y/n.” I set the note down and ran to her room and opened up her closet, grabbing out the jacket. A was a light blue denim jacket, y/n’s favorite.
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“Ziva? Seriously?! You can’t just take my jacket whenever you want.” You stated, annoyed.
“But it looks so nice on me.” She said.
“Ziva give me my jacket back, I got plans and my ride will be here any minute.”
“No.”
“Yes.” I grabbed onto the her arm, “Give me my jacket.”
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I clutched the jacket and flopped onto her bed. I laid there and allowed myself to cry.
Gibbs perspective
You saw the almost empty bottle of bourbon by her body. It made me feel guilty as y/n never drank until her and Ziva joined the team. Or more specifically, when you fell in love with him.
“Jethro?” Ducky called.
“Yeah Duck?” He asked, turning to face him. He rolled up your sleeves to show your arms littered in scars. Some were as fresh as moments before you died. Palmer stuck his hand into her pocket, pulling out y/n’s favorite pocket knife. What made it so special? It was one you had given to her. You grabbed it from him, and revealed the tip of the knife covered in blood. Your heart sank knowing your gift to her got her here. Dead.
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Gibbs may have put on a strong face, but that night when he went home, he finally allowed himself to cry. Cry because he promised to protect you, how was he gonna protect anyone if he couldn’t have protected you from yourself. He walked downstairs to the basement, and dug through his glass jar of washers that he’d hid the ring in. That way it wasn’t bulky and hard to hide. He pulled it out and stared at it, imagining what you would have said.
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