NCIS One-shots

Chemistry in the Forensics Lab

Abbigail 'Abby" Beethoven Sciuto x Male!Assistant!Reader

NCIS Team Gibbs xNew!Ally!Reader

The early morning sun stretched its golden fingers over the quiet streets of Washington, D.C., casting long shadows that danced across the pavement. Among these streets walked a man, his gait steady but marked by the subtle rhythm of an old battle-hardened warrior. Y/N L/N had been medically discharged from the Marines only weeks ago, but the weight of his past seemed to linger with every step.

With a rucksack slung over his shoulder, Y/N moved with purpose through the city. The weight of the bag was nothing compared to the burden he carried within him – memories of comrades lost, battles fought, and a leg sacrificed to the unforgiving whims of war.

He arrived at a modest apartment building, its brick façade weathered by time and neglect. Climbing the steps, Y/N felt a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation. This was his new beginning, a chance to forge a different path from the one he had known for so long.

Inside his new apartment, Y/N emptied his rucksack, laying out his sparse belongings on the threadbare carpet. Among them were a few changes of clothes, a framed photograph of his fallen comrades, and a well-worn copy of Sun Tzu's "The Art of War," its pages dog-eared and annotated from years of study.

As Y/N unpacked, his thoughts drifted back to the day he had received his medical discharge. The explosion that had taken his leg and the lives of his comrades replayed in his mind like a relentless nightmare. But amidst the pain and loss, there was a glimmer of hope – a new opportunity awaiting him beyond the battlefield.

With a deep breath, Y/N pushed aside the memories and focused on the task at hand. He had a job to prepare for, a new mission that called upon his skills as a warrior and his unwavering dedication to duty.

Turning on his laptop, Y/N pulled up the details of his new employer: the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, better known as NCIS. It was a chance to serve his country in a different capacity, to bring justice to those who sought to undermine the freedoms he had fought so hard to defend.

As he scrolled through the training materials, Y/N felt a surge of determination coursing through his veins. Despite the challenges that lay ahead – the physical limitations of his prosthetic leg, the doubts that whispered in the darkest corners of his mind – he was ready to face them head-on.

With each passing moment, Y/N felt the weight of his past begin to lift, replaced by a sense of purpose and resolve. He may have left the battlefield behind, but the warrior within him remained, ready to embark on a new journey filled with its own trials and triumphs.
After a long evening of filling out paperwork and finalizing his recruitment process with NCIS, Y/N felt the need to unwind. He decided to head to the bar down the street, hoping to find solace in the dimly lit atmosphere and the comforting embrace of a cold beer.

As he entered the bar, the familiar scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke enveloped him like an old friend. Y/N made his way to the counter and took a seat, nodding in acknowledgment to the bartender who greeted him with a weary smile.

Ordering a pint of beer, Y/N leaned back against the worn leather stool, his gaze scanning the room out of habit. That's when he saw her – a vision in black amidst the sea of faces, her dark attire contrasting sharply with the dimly lit surroundings.She sat alone at a table in the corner, her eyes fixed on the book in her hands, a solitary figure lost in her own world. But it was her smile that caught Jack's attention – a radiant beam that seemed to banish the shadows that lingered in the corners of the bar.

Summoning his courage, Y/N approached her table, his heart pounding in his chest. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the empty chair opposite her.

The woman looked up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Sure, why not?" she replied, her voice soft and melodious.As Y/N settled into the chair, he couldn't help but notice the intricate tattoos that adorned her pale skin, each one telling a story of its own. "I'm Y/N," he said, extending his hand across the table.

The woman smiled, her lips parting to reveal a row of perfectly white teeth. "Abby," she replied, her grip firm yet gentle.

And so, they began to talk – about their lives, their hopes, their dreams. Y/N found himself drawn to Abby's warmth and sincerity, her laughter like music in his ears. He bought her a drink, then another, losing track of time as they shared stories and traded jokes.As the night wore on, Y/N realized that he hadn't felt this alive in a long time. With Abby by his side, the weight of his past seemed to fade into insignificance, replaced by the simple joy of her company.

Eventually, the bartender called last orders, and Y/N reluctantly rose from his seat, his heart heavy with the knowledge that their time together was coming to an end. "I should probably be heading home," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Abby smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Same here," she replied, rising to her feet and gathering her belongings. "But hey, maybe we'll bump into each other again sometime."

As they made their way to the door, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of their story. And as he stepped out into the cool night air, he knew one thing for certain – he had found something worth fighting for in the most unexpected of places.