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For the Anon who requested "a crossover of Criminal Minds and NCIS where the reader is married to Morgan and while meeting Gibbs' team for the case Tony flirts with Reader and Morgan yells at Tony and started to being protective of reader around tony"
You sat at your desk file open in front of you, fingers flying as you entered data points into a grid before transferring them to an online map. Reid usually handled the whole profile 'map' thing, but since he was in Vegas seeing his mother, and since you were still in Quantico on a home case you figured you'd give it a shot.
"I am the man!" You whooped, spinning around in your chair, with the intention of announcing your victory to your husband, Emily, and any other team members passing through. Instead you were met with several people you'd never seen before, all wearing visitor badges.
Your hands dropped from their victory stance and your mouth opened slightly as you cheeks flushed. You quickly stood from your seat, coming around the desk, trying to regain an air of professionalism.
"I, uh, Agent (Y/N) Morgan" You offered, looking the group over, "Can I help you with something?" You asked voice going up slightly in the end. No one told you that people were coming in for questioning.
"Why yes you are, and yes you can." One of the men offered, giving you a charming grin. You raised an eyebrow him momentarily noting the the handsome face and at ease demeanor. A player for sure.
"I am." You nodded, "And I will. But first I need to know who you are." You replied easily, earning a smirk from the rest of the group. The man closest to you (not the flirt) was obviously the oldest, he nodded his head at you, producing a badge, holding it up for you to inspect.
"We're NCIS. I spoke to your director earlier, about the Mulaney case." You nodded, mouth going into a small 'o' as you glanced in the direction of Hotch's office.
"Well, apparently I am the last to know, however, the man you're probably looking for Agent..."
"Gibbs."
"Agent Gibbs, that's his office there." You pointed towards Hotch's closed door and smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You expected Gibbs and his entire team to head in the direction you pointed them, and was slightly surprised when the other three people held back, looking around your office curiously.
"I didn't know they let beautiful woman like you work for the FBI." The flirty one grinned, leaning casually on the desk you'd previously been sitting at.
"They do when they're as smart as she is," Someone said from behind you and you rolled your eyes, feeling lips connect with your cheek, "Got you coffee, and a sandwich, baby girl. I don't see us getting much down time so eat now." You chuckled at the cheek kiss. Derek was not usually affectionate at work, but god he couldn't miss an opportunity to stake his claim. "Hello, I'm Agent Derek /Morgan/." He practically growled. offering his hand to the flirty man, causing his two teammates to grin and snicker.
"Agent DiNozzo.." He mumbled taking the hand, and you watched as Derek, you sweet loving and ever caring husband asserted his dominance over some poor man who never had a chance.
"Now if you're done eyeing my wife, we'll be holding a briefing in the conference room."
Turns out the NCIS team was going to be joining you on this case, and for most of the week it went as thus. DiNozzo purposely ignoring you. You purposely being extra friendly and attentive with DiNozzo, because you thought it was funny. And Derek practically breathing down the poor man's neck.
"I want (Y/N) and DiNozzo to go back and recheck all of the alibis, dig a little deeper, see if anything overlaps." Hotch announced tossing an SUV key at you, which you caught with ease (thank you softball.)
"Hotch." Derek grumbled, "I think it would be better if I went, let DiNozzo here take Reid to the morgue."
"Yes." Tony nodded, and you smirked, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on Derek's arm, squeezing briefly, shaking your head.
"I'm fine, Hotch, we're fine. Right DiNozzo?" You asked, and he again nodded his head.
"Yes, of course."
"Right Morgan?" You asked, turning around and giving a smirk to your big old overprotective husband. He didn't answer for a moment and you raised your eyebrow, challenging him to say no and admit he was being jealous.
"Of course, dear." You laughed.
"Good." You grinned, turning and starting towards the cars, "Come on DiNozzo." With one more slightly worried look in Derek's direction Tony took off at a jog after you, eyes focused completely above your head of course. Nowhere else. Never.
