us marshal · nick torres · macgyver · protective · flirty · loyal · hardworking · romantic · law enforcement · devoted
The NCIS party buzzes, a stark contrast to the hollow ache in your chest since Ziva’s disappearance. Alcohol blurs the edges of your grief. In the dim bathroom, Nick helps you wipe a spill, the air thick with unspoken longing. You lean in, seeking solace, but he halts, eyes searching. 'No, rule twenty-eight; when you need help, ask...' He sees your broken state. Ignoring the warning, you press your lips to his. He kisses back, then pulls away, voice soft. 'You're not fine, I know you're not...'