Gibbs x Reader: Age is Only a Number, Sweetheart

Key

(Y/N) means your name

(Y/L/N) means your last name

(nickname) means a nickname for you

(nickname you hate) means a nickname that you hate

You pace back and forth in the basement waiting for your boyfriend to come home. You've been really stressed as of lately, as your parents want to meet him and all of you were going out to dinner tonight for the first time with them. You remembered meeting him for the first time on a case two years back.

-flashback-

You sit at your desk, cross legged and typing up some files on your computer in the sub-basement, aka Cyber Crimes. You heard the elevator behind you open and spin around in your chair. You had been expecting a field agent working on a case, and there he was.

"Agent (Y/L/N). I'm Agent Gibbs, MCRT. I need your file from the information breach on the USS Enterprise. One of the Agents Afloat sent me some documents. He said you would have them." The silver haired man standing in your doorway explained.

"Oh yeah." You chimed. "Stan just sent me those papers." You say reaching into your desk drawer, when the phone starts ringing. "Hold on, I have to get this." Speak of the devil, Stan Burley is calling you. "Hey Stan, what can I do for ya on the main land?" You and Stan had been friends for a while after you were working a case with him and hit it off.

"Hey, hey, (Y/N)!" Burley said, happily as usual. "Is Gibbs in there yet?"

You turn around to face Gibbs and smirk. "Yeah. You just caught him, he's at my desk now." You chuckled. "Wanna talk to him, Staney-boy?"

"Don't call me that, (Nickname)." Stan grumbled. "Yeah. I wanna talk to him. Put me on speaker."

You pressed the speaker button on your desk phone and talk. "You're on, Burley. Say hi, Agent Gibbs." Gibbs only snorted in response.

"Okay, boss. (Y/N) has the papers and since McGee's in Great Lakes assisting on a case there, (Y/N)'ll be your tech person for the case." Stan's voice crackled through the speaker. "Bye, Burley." You said.

"Talk to ya later, (Y/L/N)." Stan said, hanging up.

"Well, Gibbs. I guess we're stuck together now." You said, grabbing the file and slapping it into Gibbs' hand. "Let's go." Gibbs only nodded in response before leading you up to the glorious, non-basement, Orange walls of the bullpen. Little did Gibbs know, rule 12 would be broken in a few weeks.

-end flashback-

That case had been the start of a long friendship with Gibbs that eventually blossomed into a relationship. It had been just over two years since you started dating, during which you had been promoted to head of a small team of Cyber Crime agents, so you worked with Gibbs and his team often.

"(Y/N)! I'm home!" Gibbs called. You could hear his steps across the floor above you, discarding his winter coat, and then down the stairs to the basement.

"Hey, Jethro." You smiled, kissing Gibbs briefly. "I was just admiring your handy work with the boat, as usual." You ran your hand over the wood of the boat's frame.

Gibbs smiled and kissed you again. "Are you ready for dinner with your parents?" He asked, concerned about how stressed out you had been about the dinner.

You sighed. "I guess." You slumped your shoulders and leaned against the boat. "Can't we just stay here and sand the boat?" You turned away from him and stared at the boat.

Gibbs rolled his ice blue eyes. "No. I would love to but we have prior arrangements with your parents." He could tell you were upset. "What's wrong?" He asked you.

"I'm worried about what happens when my parents see how much older you are than me. Ten years is a lot, Jethro." You admitted, very worriedly. Gibbs was in his fifties and you were in your forties. Lots of people thought he was your sugar daddy or something, but he wasn't, you two truly loved each other. He couldn't afford to be a sugar daddy on his paycheck with alamony to pay.

He stepped forward and cupped your cheek. "Hey, it's okay." He promised. "Age is just a number, sweetheart. Experience and love can't be measured in Numbers."

Your cheeks flushed red and your stomach fluttered. "Jethro." You said, smiling from ear to ear. "This is why I love you, you old romantic."

"I love you too, (Y/N)." Jethro replied, kissing your head. "Come on, we have dinner plans. Let's get a move on."

You took his hand and kissed him on the cheek. "Right. Now about my parents..." You began, leading the way up to the bedroom to change.

-at the restaurant-

You and Jethro walked hand in hand to the restaurant, one that Tony had recommended to you. Jethro walked toward the hostess and gave her the name of your reservation, his name.

"Oh, the table's ready, sir. Are you waiting for anyone else?" She asked politely.

"My in-laws. Can you just tell them that we're here? We'd like to sit down." Gibbs informed the lady.

"Yes, this way." She said, grabbing a few menus and leading you to a booth in the back. She put down the menus and let you sit down. She walked away, leaving you and Gibbs in silence.

"Your in-laws? Really?" You whispered at him, angrily.

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Yes, really. It'd sound weird if I said my girlfriend's parents. I mean, we're older and we look like we're married!" He explained.

"Fine." You sighed. You leaned back in your chair and took a sip from the glass of water. You looked at Gibbs, his blue eyes watching you. "What?"

He opened his mouth to speak when you heard a loud "(nickname you hate)!" from your mother.

"Shit." You hissed at Jethro quietly. You turned to your mom and dad, forcing a smile. "Mom, Dad. Hey..." You said with fake enthusiasm, which Jethro chuckled at.

"Oh honey, you look so good and tan for spending all that time in the basement at your job!" Your mom smiled and hugged you tight.

"Mom, I told you, my boyfriend and I went to Mexico and I tanned there!" You tried to explain.

"And where is this boyfriend of yours, (Y/N)?" Your dad asked.

"Uh, Mom, Dad, this is Special Agent Gibbs, my boyfriend." You introduced Jethro, who stood up and shook both of their hands. Your father glared at him and your mother gave you a look of concern.

Gibbs looked at you, nervously and introduced himself. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs, a pleasure, Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N)."

"Nice to meet you, Leroy." Your mother smiled, shaking his hand. Your father only snorted in response.

Gibbs looked at you and then to your parents. "Excuse me, I have to go use the restroom." He said, excusing himself. You looked at him, your (E/C) eyes pleading him not to leave. He mouthed a 'sorry' before leaving.

You turned back to your parents, watching them sit. "So, what do you think of Jethro?"

"He's a bit old for you, (Y/N)." Your mom said.

"Mom!" You hissed. You had told your parents he was older than you and they must have assumed two to five years older, not ten years.

"I agree with your mother." Your father sternly said. Your parents were very traditional when it came to relationships, and you couldn't help but feel they disapproved of Jethro because of your age difference.

"I love him and he loves me. If you have an issue with us, you can leave." You growled. "He's a great person."

Your mother sighed. "Are you sure Leroy isn't using you for your money?"

"Mom!" You exclaimed. "We both work on government salaries! I don't have that much money for him to use!" You glared daggers at your mother and father.

"Or for sex?" Your father asked.

"Dad! What the hell?" You growled. You watched Gibbs walk over to the table and sit down. "Hey, babe." You said to Jethro, kissing him briefly. "So, what bourbon looks good, Jethro?" You whispered to him.

"I'll have a beer, (Y/N). We have bourbon at home." Jethro whispered back.

"No. For me. My parents don't really seem to like you and I need to calm down before I punch them in the face." You explained.

He looked at you and sighed. "Have wine or a beer. Don't go for hard liquor." He grabbed your hand under the table and squeezed it, sympathetically.

"Beer it is." You sighed. The waitress came over and began to explain the specials and took our drink orders. She left and you smiled at your parents, who glared at Jethro. "Uh, I'll be back." You said, getting up and heading outside to get fresh air. You stood against the brick wall of the restaurant, cold air nipping at your nose and your breath turning into while mist in the air. You tug on your coat, flipping up the collar to keep your neck warm. You saw Gibbs walk out of the restaurant a few minutes after you and he headed toward you.

"You okay?" He asked, grabbing your hands in his own.

"I'm fine." You grumble. You knew that he knows you lied.

"Hey, why don't we go home if you're unhappy?" Gibbs suggested. "Or we can go to the diner."

You sighed. "No, no. It's December, you're supposed to be with family."

Gibbs cupped your cheek with his warm hand. "(Y/N), if you're upset at your parents, don't be. I talked to them. They're just worried about you." He kissed your lips softly and you nuzzled his shoulder as it started to snow lightly.

"Fine." You agreed, watching the snow. "As long as we can cuddle under the covers tonight. It's cold."

Gibbs cracked a small smirk. "Deal." He said, grabbing your hands and leading you inside, both of you catching snowflakes on your tongues.

-after dinner-

You walked into the door, a laughing Gibbs behind you, trying to wrap his arms around you.

"Hey!" You yelped when he grabs you from behind, picking you up. You squirmed in his arms, trying to escape his strong grasp.

"Hay is for horses, (nickname you hate)." He chuckled. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and threw you down on the couch.

You crossed your arms in a huff after pushing him away. "Don't call me that, Leroy!" You growled in mock anger. "Only my parents call me that."

"Then don't call me Leroy!" He said, pushing your torso down on the couch cushions. "I can't believe your parents called me that the whole time."

You laugh and try to flip him over. "I told you to just introduce yourself as Jethro! They're gonna call you Leroy now, forever. Just like your dad." He flopped down on top of you and you let out a large gasp. "Jethro! Get offa me!" You manage to yelp.

He laughed and kissed your nose. "No." You grabbed his silver hair, pulling it slightly, which caused Gibbs to release a small sound of pain and he got off of you. "What was that for, (Y/N)?"

"You wouldn't get off of me." You said. You sit up, huffing from your little wrestling match with your boyfriend. You lean on Gibbs, nuzzling your head in his shoulder. "I love you. Thanks for putting up with my nutball parents."

"Love you too." Gibbs replied. "I'd put up with your nutball parents every day if it meant I got to spend time with you."

"That means a lot, Jethro." You purr. "Can we go to bed now? I'm exhausted."

"Yeah. Come on." He took your hand and led you up the stairs, where you two curled up together in his bed under the covers. "Night, (Y/N)."

"Night, Jethro." You smiled, burying your head in his chest and falling asleep.