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The Key
Tim had just wrapped up a long day at the office and he was still mentally going over the findings in his head. Every little detail of the current case the NCIS team was working on looped repeatedly in his mind. He had heard about this somewhere and he couldn’t quite place where, but it was really starting to bug him on a level he couldn’t quite comprehend.
He trudged into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, YN, who greeted him with a warm smile. The sight made him forget some of the hellacious work of the day, if even for a moment.
“Hey there, handsome,” she greeted as she looked up from her book.
“Hey there yourself,” he replied.
“Long day?” she questioned. To which her boyfriend replied with just a simple nod as he placed his bag down on the unoccupied chair off to the side. “I can see it on your face. Dragging case?”
“You have no idea.” Tim said as he planted himself on the couch right beside her.
YNN instinctively moved closer to him and cuddled into his side as McGee placed his arm around her. “Care to share?” she asked. “Well, the little you can at least.”
Tim thought about it for a moment, knowing his girlfriend would probably be able to give some unbiased insight as she normally did in a situation such as the one they were in. So, he gave her all the details he was allowed to share with her, which granted wasn’t a lot but usually that was enough for her to give him and the team enough of a nudge in the right direction. So, he decided to give you the bit of information he could, hoping that it would be enough for his knowledgeable girl to help with.
But as he explained everything, Tim noticed how YN’s face changed. It wasn’t the normal in thought look she would often get during these types of conversations but more of a look of fear. Something within his words flipped a switch in her mind, putting her into panic mode and he had not even the faintest idea of what it could've been, but he could see it just by the slightest look on her face.
So, he paused for a moment and looked at her with concerned eyes. “YNN? What is it?” He questioned and sat up slightly taking her with him.
YN took a deep breath before responding. “I know that signature.”
“What do you mean you know the signature? What signature?” he questioned with a genuine look of confusion in his eyes as she finally looked up at him to see it.
“You said the Ducky found an antique key shoved down your victim’s throat, yes?” she questioned, and Tim could only nod. “Well, so did the medical examiner that did Darren’s autopsy.”
McGee’s eyes widened at the realization. “They never caught the guy, did they?” he asked, knowing the answer already. Tim had gone over the details of her brother’s murder with her and Gibbs, Vance even, several times and the fact that he didn’t catch the one dollop of securing fact within the current case they were working and Darren’s had jarred him.
“No.” Chy said as she shook her head and it almost seemed like she was fading into her own little world.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” He could see the panic arise in her eyes.
“There is no way it’s just a coincidence that I traveled from Texas to DC in order to get away from it all and then a year later, there’s another murder like that of Darren’s around the same area that I now live in…” she trailed her thoughts consuming her and Tim took quick notice of the way her breathing had now become labored. “Oh god…” she looked over at her boyfriend in pure horror. "He's coming after me Tim.”
Her whole body shook as McGee pulled her into his hold, her panic escalating into a full-blown panic attack. Though he feared the same, it was his job as her boyfriend to comfort her and protect her. He held her close to him, running a gentle hand down her back to try and sooth her in any way he could while softly speaking to her in reassuring tones.
“Hear my heart? Just focus on that, okay?” he whispered, his tone a calming melody amidst the storm raging through her mind at that moment. “I promise you, YNN, that you are safe with me.” he vowed, his voice unwavering in an attempt to convince not only her but also himself. “We’ll catch him. I won't let anything happen to you.”
Gradually, her breaths steadied, the panic subsiding under the warmth of Tim’s embrace. She clung to him, finding the solace she needed in his hold and in his promise.
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please don't be in love with someone else
Song- Enchanted by Taylor Swift
Pairing- tim mcgee x female! reader
Warning(s)- Just lots of dialogue if that counts (sorry about that)
Wordcount- 1,414
Summary- A reader has to come to her sense on who she wants in the future
“So,” I walked into the lab, twirling myself in my outfit. “What do you think?”
“Oh my,” Abby jumped up and down while clapping. “You look so cute!”
“I have to agree.” I looked over to see Tony, Ziva, and Tim walking into the lab.
“That dress is cute,” Ziva complimented my ash blue wrap dress with white polka dots scattered around it.
“Thanks,” I thanked them and I faced my lab partner. “You’re sure you’ll be fine when I’m gone?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she reassured me. “Now go on your date. Who knows? Something might happen.”
“Yeah,” I put on my denim jacket and threw my bag over my shoulder. “Well, I’m gonna get going now. See y’all tomorrow.”
All of them said their goodbyes and I headed to the elevator. Pressing the button, I waited for a little bit before the doors opened and I walked in.
“Hold the elevator!” I heard Tim’s voice and I pressed the hold button. “Thanks.”
“It’s no problem,” I smiled.
“So, you have a date with Darren?” He asked.
“Yeah, I do,” I nodded my head and let out a chuckle. “I have a feeling that he’s going to propose.”
“Really?” He raised his eyebrow. “How do you feel about that?”
“I don’t know to be honest.”
“You don’t know?”
“I mean,” I sighed and leaned against the elevator wall. “We’ve talked about it once but never talked about it again.”
“Well, do yourself with him for the rest of your life?” The agent asked.
“This is turning into an interrogation,”I let out a laugh as I switched the elevator off. “Why do you want to know McGee?”
“I’m just wondering,” he explained. “Marriage is a serious thing. You’re going to spend the rest of your life with that man and possibly have kids together.”
“And we’ll figure that out kids later,” I told him.
“Again, do you see yourself with him forever?” He asked again.
“Again McGee, why do you want to know?” I started to become agitated.
“Because he doesn’t deserve you!” He waved his arms in the air. “You don’t deserve him!”
“How do you know who I deserve?” I scoffed.
“Because of the amount of late nights we spend together while working on a case and your rants about the guys you go on dates with aren’t fitting into your standards,” he answered. “You also talk about how much Darren disappoints you but you’re still with him. Why is that?”
“Because I love him!” I turned the elevator back on again.
“Even though he disappoints you constantly?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I sighed with a questioning tone and whispered the last part. “Even though he’s not you.”
With the doors opening, we walked out of the elevator feeling tense from the conversation we just had. Giving Tim a small smile, I started to make my way out.
“Hey Y/N,” I looked over to see Tim. “Just think about it okay?”
Nodding my head, I walked out of the building and got into my car. Throughout my drive to the restaurant where I’m meeting Darren, I thought about the conversation that happened in the elevator.
Was I really in love with Darren?
Is he the right person for me?
With the sound of a honk knocking me out of my thoughts, I saw the light was green and continued to drive. Pulling up into a parking spot, I got out of the car and walked into the little Italian restaurant. Looking around I saw Darren sitting at one of the tables in the back more dressed up than usual. Walking up to the table, I greeted him with a kiss on the lips and sat down across from him. Opening the menu, it took me a few minutes before ordering what I wanted to eat. With wine being poured in our glasses after ordering, we clinked glasses and I took a big sip of wine.
Throughout dinner, I conversed with Darren about his day at work. Since he’s the press secretary for a freshman congressman, it was mostly about setting his boss’ agenda for election season. I really tried to listen to him but the conversation that Tim and I kept on replaying in my head.
“Hey, are you okay?” Darren asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied. “Just had a busy day at work.”
“Constantly running blood tests and fingerprints?” He let out a light chuckle.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” I gave him a smile.
He knows that I’m a forensic scientist but he doesn’t know that I work for NCIS and a field agent if needed.
Wrapping up dinner, Darren suggested that we should take a walk in the nearby park. Agreeing to that suggestion, we grabbed our things and headed out of the restaurant to the park.
Looking up at the sky, it turned from its normal blue color to a hue of orange, yellow, and purple, indicating that the sun is setting. The cool spring wind blew the cherry blossoms off the trees which landed in my hair. I could see the anxious feeling that Darren was radiating off of him as we got closer to the gazebo.
“Can I ask you something?” He faced me and grabbed both of my hands.
“What is it?” I started to feel my heart beating rapidly.
“I wanted to make this whole speech but I know you like it when people are straight to the point,” he chuckled, getting down on one knee and pulling out a velvet box. “Will you-”
“No,” I interrupted him.
“What?” He questioned
“No, I’m saying no,” I told him. “I know what you’re going to ask and I can’t.”
“Why?” He questioned while getting up from the ground.
“I just can’t,” I looked at him. “I don’t imagine us together and I’m sorry about that. You’re just not the person that I want to marry.”
The sound of rain soon filled my ears as tears formed in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Walking out of the gazebo, rain started to pour down on me. Without any care of the world, I walked in the rain back to my car. Shutting the door, I started to let out a bunch of tears. Leaning back on my chair and closing my eyes, the image of Tim entered my head.
He’s the only person I want to be with. I want to be with him, not a person not like him. I just hope he feels the same way.
Looking at the time on my phone, I started my car and made my way to the apartment. Parking my car when I reached it, I got out of my car and locked it before climbing up the stairs to the level where the apartment was. As I got closer, I heard the sound of typewriting muffled through the front door. Knocking on the door, I heard the typing stop and the sound of footsteps.
“Y/N?” Tim opened his door. “What are you doing here and wet? Come in.”
Walking into his apartment, he gave me a towel and thanked him. “I told him no.”
“So he did propose?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
“Why?” He questioned as I saw him going into his room.
“Because he’s not the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with,” I explained. “He’s just not-”
I let out a groan and covered my face. “Just not what?”
“He’s not you McGee!” I confessed and got up from my seat. “He doesn’t listen to me while I rant about work. He doesn’t geek out with me about the latest Doctor Who episode or the next Nintendo game. All he does is talks about politi- umph”
With Tim’s lips placed on my lips, the towel he gave me dropped onto the floor, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. Fireworks started to explode in my stomach as we continued to kiss. His kisses were more soft and tender than Darren’s. They were more passionate which I love. Detaching our lips, we looked each other in the eyes with our blushed faces while catching our breaths.
“You don’t know how long I waited to do that,” he whispered.
“Too damn long?” I chuckled. “So, what now?”
“A trip to the Air and Space Smithsonian next week?” He suggested. “I heard they have a new exhibit about Pluto.”
“That sounds great.”
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Human Shield | Tim McGee | NCIS
No 8 (alt 14): human shield
It happened so quickly, Tim didn’t have time to turn around let alone react or defend himself. He was so absorbed with tracking the lost Navy lieutenant that he hadn’t noticed that the M.T.A.C doors hadn’t fully shut, and he certainly didn’t notice the all too familiar face slip in behind him.
His training had taught him to be aware of his surroundings at all times, and yet he had failed. The most wanted man in the country was lying dead in front of him, bullets lodged in his chest, but more importantly, so was (Y/N).
The piercing sounds of firearms shooting had alerted him to invader but by then the bullets had been fired. It was clear from where his body fell that the perpetrator wanted Tim dead. Maybe he was getting close to busting his operation, or discovering something he wanted hidden; he would never know now.
He could also tell from the way that (Y/N)’s body fell that she had died protecting him. Her reflexes were sharp enough that she could dive in between Tim and the shooter, taking the shrapnel intended for him, whilst also firing her own shot. The observation of this took him a fraction of a second but the ramifications and the realisations of what she had done for him, what she had given up for him took days to set in.
Tim had loved her with all of his being. He didn't know that he could love like that. It was almost ethereal. In his eyes she lit thw sun and hung the stars in the sky. She was the reason that he had so much faith in the world; if she could find the good in something than maybe, just maybe, there would be good in the word for him any anybody else.
But despite how much he loved her, he knew that she would never go for a guy like him. She was pretty, and popular, and kind; girls like that never went for him. Tony, yes. Tim had long accepted that fact, he was happy to love her from a distance. He acknowledged her flirting as friendly and not recurred. Tony and Ziva often teased them about their relationship but Tim defended it as strictly platonic.
He wished he had told her how he felt. Watching her die for him broke his heart, there was nothing that he could do for her at that point. IT was a quick death, merciful even. It still ripped him apart inside. The salt in the wound was that now he could never tell her how he felt. She died thinking that he biggest admirer and the person that arguably loved her most thought of her as another face, another friend.
She would never know the love and companionship that Tim had to offer, and now Tim would never be able to give it to her either. He didnt know if he would ever feel love for anyone else as intensely as he did for her, but he didn't allow himself to ponder that for long. For now he would grieve, then he would move on.
Eventually.
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McGee x reader - approval
McGee x Tony's twin Reader - Reader and McGee go on a date but McGee doesn't realise who Reader's brother is until Tony finds out - @mxacegrey 💜
Sitting at the small table, you smiled as you watched the nervous man walk over and you laughed a little as he fumbled with his chair before taking a seat.
“Timothy calm down, it’s okay.” You laughed softly.
He smiled sheepishly and nodded his head.
“Sorry.. I.. I. Don’t do this much..” he mumbled.
You reached over and placed your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“You’re doing great, just breathe.”
He nodded and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before the pair of you settled into a light conversation.
Once his nerves had washed away, he started to grow a little more confident but he kept it respectful for you.
You guys had dinner and you’re ere wondering the mall, hands brushing against each other as you looked for something else to do since the evening was still young.
“Hey you ever played arcade games?”
“Yeah, I used to.” Tim nodded.
“Wanna play some?” You beamed.
Looking at your smile, he couldn’t help but say yes. Your smile had that affect on him, the moment he saw it he couldn’t help but agree to whatever you were planning.
Whether it was something nice and relaxing, or something so absurd he was sure you’d make a great government agent, Timothy McGee just couldn’t say no to you.
“Oh my brother is staying with me by the way, so when he drop me off he might be there but you can just ignore him.” You smiled.
“Right I still haven’t met your brother yet…” he mumbled.
“Don’t worry he’s harmless honestly.” You smiled.
You had told him a bit about your family but not, you explained you were distant from them since you lived with your moms side of the family while your twin brother stayed with your dad.
Tim turned his attention back to you on the game and smiled, resting his arms on the back of the chair you were sat on as he watched.
You were amazing at racing games, he was brilliant at shooting games, but anything in between you both sucked at.
After a few more hours of playing games, you both decided it was time to head home, and like the gentleman Tim was he drove you home and walked you up to your apartment.
“Wanna come in for a bit? I’ve got some books I want to show you.” You smiled.
“Sure, I’d like that.” He smiled back.
You led him in and hung up his jacket before leading him into the living room and telling him to wait there.
While he was waiting, he heard someone walked over and turned around only to jump up when he saw who it was.
“McNerd? What’re you doing here?” Tony asked.
“I’m waiting for my partner, why’re you here?”
“Apartment works.”
Tim blinked before finally putting two and two together.
“You’re (Y/N)s brother?!” He whisper yelled.
Tony blinked, still trying to piece it together, which in his tired state was taking a lot longer than he would’ve liked to admit, but he finally realised what was going on.
“Oh my god… you’re dating my twin?!”
Both men freaked out a little bit before calming down.
Tony walked over, putting Tim in a headlock as he pulled him into a different room and let him go.
“You’re the one they’ve been seeing a few times a week?” Tony asked.
“Yes! Where else do you think I’ve been going!?”
“I don’t know, some geek thing?!”
Both of them were freaking out, neither of them had put it together before.
Tim was freaking out he was dating his friends twin, and Tony was freaking out you were dating his geeky coworker.
After a moment Tony peaked his head out and hold a finger up to you telling you to wait there.
Closing the door again, he turned to Tim.
“Don’t kill me…”
“Relax McGee, I’m not gonna kill you. If I’m being honest there isn’t anyone better I could ask to date them.” Tony sighed.
Tim blinked a little a little.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah I mean come on, you’re a federal agent. I know you’ll look after them, now get out there.”
Tony pushed Tim out the door before following behind him, making his way back the way he had originally came from and Tim sat next to you.
He looked at you rambling on about the books and he smiled to himself.
You and Tony were so different, and he was glad he had your brother’s approval which was hard to get he knew that for a fact.
Listening to you going on about one of the books, and simply just sat there admiring you
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I would love to see some Timothy McGee.
Something on the lines of :
His “crew” keep on wondering why he has to bail out on dinners and keeps a low profile when going home not knowing that he just can’t wait to get back to reader and spend time with his loving boyfriend.
My Peace
Timothy McGee x Male reader
Word count: 1K
Warnings: friends being nosy.
For the past two months Timothy McGee had been rushing off at the end of the day. Normally he would have stayed about an hour or so after so he could catch up on paperwork and some other things at his desk. Or stay back to help Abby with some things in her lab.
He still helps Abby sometimes but recently he has been saying goodbye to everyone. Then taking his paperwork home so he can finish it there. He has also been bailing out on dinners and group outings after work. When usually he is pleased to go. The thing that's caught Ziva and Tony's interest is the fact that he rushes out. Like he has some place to be.
So tonight after Timothy leaves Ziva and Tony come up with a plan. Its actually Tonys idea and Ziva goes along with it. "I can't be the only one that has noticed McGeeks behavior recently"
Ziva looks up from the work she is finishing up. Looking at Tony she nods "He has been acting different than he usually does. But im sure he just wants to get home." She says trying to steer Tony from making a scene.
It doesn't work as she plans because it makes Tony even more curious. "I'm going to figure out why he's been like this" before he can invite Ziva there's footsteps heard and in come Gibs. "You should have better things to do besides spying on McGee" he says as he goes to his desk and grabs a few things.
"yes boss" Tony says before sitting back down and finishing up his paperwork.
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Timothy had managed to leave without causing to many questions. He just wanted to get home because someone was waiting for him. His boyfriend whom he had been dating for a year now, had moved in with him recently. It was a big change for the both of them since now his boyfriend would be home alone many hours out of the day or night. But he seemed to be adjusting well.
Even though you had told him over and over again that you were fine. That you didn't mind being home alone after coming from work. He still felt bad and always tried to come home to you as early as he could. You never once made Tim feel bad for having to work many hours out of the day. It was his own mind eating away at him.
So when he finally made it home he walked in to the smell of food. He had texted you saying what time he should be home and it looked like you had made dinner. You were standing in the kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and a sweater since Tim always liked it a bit chilly in the house. You looked so handsome even when your hair was slightly messy.
He walks into the kitchen and places a kiss to your cheek. This causes you to smile and lean against him "welcome home handsome. Im making your favorite" you said as you finished up the food.
"Thank you for doing all of this. You didn't have to, I could have picked something up on the way home" he said. You turn to look at him once you turn the stove off. Your hands grabbing ahold of his own. "its the least I could do. You are here at a reasonable time tonight. We both deserve a home cooked meal. That's shared together"
Timothy's love languages were words of affirmation and physical touch. So you knew how to get him to relax and really be here with you. He looks down at you and leans to place a kiss to your lips. A smile on both of your faces. "I will always try to make it home at a reasonable time"
You squeeze his hand before making him a plate. He had went to go sit and you placed his plate in front of him before you yourself sitting down and enjoying your meal.
During your meal the both of you talked about your day. He talked about anything he was able to share with you. Most of what he talked about was the team though. Sharing stories about Tony and ZIva mostly but there were even some stories about Abby and their boss Gibs.
Then you told him about your week and that consisted of what kids have done and said. You were a teacher and a part time baker, you had your own bakery that you were in charge of. Telling him about the crazy orders that people have put in. About how many things you have to make this weekend when you don't have school.
As the both of you talked you ate. Timothy always making sure you knew he was listening to what you said. Asking questions to keep you talking. He loved the sound of your voice more than anything.
When the two of you had finished eating he had gotten from his seat and begun cleaning up. You walked up behind him and placed a kiss to his shoulders. "thank you for helping clean up. Would you like to play a video game together once you're finished?" you ask and he instantly smiles. "of course I would. How about we play that walking dead game you like so much"
The two of you get ready and sit on the couch playing a video game together. Not hearing the footsteps that were getting near your door.
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Back at the job Tony had finished everything and had managed to get Ziva into coming with him. They had gotten everything and decided to come and see just exactly what McGee was hiding from them all.
So they got into the car and stayed outside the house for a few minutes. Seeing if there was any suspicious activity going on and from the most part they could see. Everything was normal except for the fact that Tim didn't unlock his door. It was already unlocked for him which was strange because everyone who worked this job. Always locked their doors and from what they have known he lived alone.
They had grabbed some fast food and ate in the car. When they decided to walk up to the front door to knock they hesitated. The reason they stopped was because they heard laughter and slight yelling from two people. It wasn't the type of yelling out of anger it was out of mock frustration at something.
Ziva turned to Tony "come on lets leave him be. What if there's a reason he isn't telling us something"
He shakes his head "If he isn't telling us its probably something bad. Just come on" His fist knocks on the door.
Its only a few minutes until the door opens and there stood a man. One who they have never met before, that stood there in one of McGees sweaters. "Hi" you say
Tony and Ziva look at each other for a second before McGee's voice comes around the corner and he sees whose at the door. "Tony, Ziva. What are you two doing here?" he asks
"we came to check on you. You've been acting more odd than usual and we thought something was up. Is there something you need to tell us?" Tony asks as if he's some family member catching him in a lie.
You laugh and shake your head. "Im y/n. McGees boyfriend. This isn't how we were planning on telling you guys. But its nice to meet the both of you nonetheless."
The four of you all talk and get acquainted. You actually get along pretty well. Ziva and you like to pick on Tony. You and Tony lovingly picking on Tim. However when it was time for them to leave. You were glad for it cause now you can spend the rest of the night playing the game and sleeping.
Turning to look at your boyfriend the both of you laugh. "well what a wonderful way to meet your team" you say with a smile.
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The Wrong One Pt. 3 (Timothy McGee x Reader)
•• GAH I got something done. Part 3 and final part of this fic. Enjoy! ••
The headlights are practically blinding, but you're able to see them reach for the car door and push it open. They step out to show that they have a hood over their face.
"Who are you?"
"You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" They ask, sounding annoyed. "I thought leaving my necklace at the crime scene would make it pretty clear."
"HEY-!" They reach for their hood.
"I'm just showing you who I am." The calmness in their voice made your stomach churn. You watched as they pulled the hood back. You feel your gun slip out of your hands.
It was like looking in the mirror.
"Surprised?" She laughed. "Looks like Mom and Dad didn't tell you everything." Your mind was spinning as you watched her sprint toward you. You managed to twist yourself mid-fall so that she was beneath you, giving you a slight advantage. "Aww, don't feel bad. I didn't know I had a twin either." She laughed, clocking you in the jaw with her elbow. "Not that it matters, you know, I'm going to kill you and take your place." You spit in her eye and rolled towards your gun. If you could just reach it. "You're not better than me, just because they didn't give you up!" You flinched as her fingers came a bit too close to your eyes for comfort.
"You think you can be me? Huh?" You laughed. "You'd be found out in a heartbeat. My husband would know you were a fake the second you walk through our front door."
"Don't be too sure." You pinned her arms as she reached for your gun. Shit, you thought. Now we're both pinned like this. "I've been watching you for months, learning your routine."
"Oh just fuck off." You hiss. "You're pinned." She smirked.
"So are you."
"My team will be here any minute."
"No, they won't. They don't have any clue where you are. I disabled your car's GPS while you were at the Lieutenant's apartment and I've got a cell jammer in my car."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you, Miss Perfect." She wiggled and got out of your hold, despite your best effort, sending a kick to your lower abdomen. "FUCK YOU!" You didn't know what came out of your mouth, but you were sure it didn't qualify as words. She got the gun in her hands and you jumped up just in time to miss a bullet to the leg. Is it a good or a bad thing she didn't know how to shoot? At this range, it didn't matter much. "Alright, get in my car."
"Why should I? You're just gonna kill me." She cocked the gun back.
"You can decide if you want it slow and painful." You sigh, standing up. At the moment you didn't have much choice. You both stopped and listened to the sound of squealing tires.
"My team won't be here, huh?"
"GET IN THE CAR OR I'LL SHOOT YOU NOW!" You knew she was serious, so you headed toward her car. She came up behind you and you stopped and threw your head back. You felt her nose crack against the back of your skull. "AUGH!" She put the gun right up against your neck and pushed you into the door of her car. "BITCH! YOU'RE GONNA BLEED OUT-!" Brakes squealed and a gunshot rang out, You flinched, but you weren't hit. Her body dropped behind you and you turned. Gibbs, Tim, Nick, and Ellie all stood outside the Charger, weapons drawn. Tim was the first to holster his weapon and start towards you. You met him halfway and he wrapped you up tightly in his arms.
"How'd you find me?" He laughed.
"I put an Airtag in your trunk." You blinked. He couldn't have done that after you went to the Lieutenants. You leaned back and looked up at him and his sheepish grin.
"How long has that been there?" His face turned redder than it already was. You patted him on the chest.
"I think I can forgive you this time."
"So," Ellie came up beside Tim as Nick started putting up crime scene tape. "I take it you didn't know about the whole twin thing?" Gibbs was off to the side on the phone, presumably with Leon. You stiffened. Shit. You proved your innocence but you still defied an order from the director. Hopefully, he would be understanding and just give you a week of unpaid leave.
"No," You finally answered. "Not until she showed her face just now." You look down at her body before quickly looking away. "Can we cover her up until Ducky and Jimmy get here? I don't like looking at myself dead on the ground." Ellie nodded before quickly going to scour the trunk of the car for anything that could shield her from view.
"Hey." You jump at Gibbs's voice being so close. You didn't notice him walk over. "You alright?" You nodded.
"Yeah. How pissed is the Director?" He laughed, smiling.
"The usual amount." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking toward where your car was in the ditch. "Tow truck's on the way. Since your car is evidence It'll be towed back to NCIS."
"Evidence?"
"She hit it with her car, right?" He pointed. "Plus, I think your dash cam caught her entire confession on video."
"I think it's still recording. I can see the red dot in the corner." Ellie added and you smiled.
"I knew getting one of them was going to be a good investment." You elbowed Tim and he sighed.
"Okay, I was wrong about the dashcam being useless, happy?" You smirked.
"Very." With that video, you were pretty much cleared of the murder charges, but you knew you still had to face the Director and some form of punishment. Better than being dead, you supposed. Tim wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. Yep. Definitely better.
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Be Safe
grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe" - Timothy McGee x reader
You were on your way back from lunch, having shared the lunch hour together. And as you make your way back through the Navy yard the two of you holding hands as you cross roads and pedestrian crossings so that you stay safe together. It was something that you and Tim had done since you had started dating almost two years ago, no matter whether you were on the job or not, whenever you were crossing roads or next to a road it was your way of knowing that one another was safe. It was also how Gibbs had clued into the fact that you were together but honestly he had been quite understanding given that the two of you had been working together for a long time and shared many cases where things had been very close calls. You were happy together and Gibbs was happy to keep it that way because it didn’t effect the way the two of you did your job. So as you make your way back into the NCIS building you lean in and place a kiss on your boyfriends lips and whisper
“I love you Timmy” and he whispers back
“I love you Y/N” before the two of you make your way to the elevator where you prepare yourselves to be work partners for the next 6 hours.
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Ugh (Tony DiNozzo x reader) [SMUT]
Background: you and Tony had been working in different part of the NCIS you were working on a naval base but were called on in missions to help Abby or Ducky with pharmaceutical intelligence. You and Tony have been dating a few months and wanted to try sexting. You do it out of no where to surprise the other.
This morning you decided to stay home from work. After all, the pharmacy could live without you for a day, if any thing they’d call you. In the meantime, you decided you’d relax at home and get into one of the case study’s that Dr. Mallard asked you to review. Apparently there’s a combination of pills in there that Abby nor Dr. Mallard himself didn’t understand.
Tony was at already at work, you knew. But you decided you wouldn’t tell him you weren’t going. Before you had a chance to sit in your breakfast loft with your cats, Dre and Pac, your phone was buzzing. Two texts from Tony.
Tony: good morning! I passed by the Pharmacy to say good morning and offer to get you coffee. Where are you?
Tony: are you okay?
You smirked and sent back a spicy text… if you were gonna be home, you were gonna do things he couldn’t do.
You: aww that’s sweet :)
You: yeah, decided not to go work.
You: *sent photo*
Tony sat at his desk staring at a photo of you. You’re (e/c) eyes catching the early morning light, your hair pulled back haphazardly, or how you were only in your panties and an over the shoulder band tee.
Tony: wow… you’ve got me excited.
You: excited for what? Not like I did anything special
Tony: to see you. Looking like that in the morning
You: 🥰 aw so sweet! You should come over and see me
Tony: pretty girl… you know I’m at work
You: aww but can’t you take an early lunch to come see me sooner? You know I’d love to see you.
You: *sent photo*
You were playing hard ball. Teasing innocently, but God, that picture of you was so close to the opposite but Tony couldn’t say it was naughty or nice.
His open phone held a picture of you sitting with your legs crisscrossed and you hand between you thighs. He saved it and sent it to his album of pictures of you.
Tony: god you’re gorgeous. I’d love to see you too… trust me
You: thank you handsome
You: really though … come see me
Tony: I want to
You: then do it
You: *sent photo*
Tony’s heart jumped into throat. His stomach was twisting as his dick hardens in his pants. He takes a quick picture.
Tony: (y/n)…
Tony: *sent photo*
You couldn’t lie. Right now you were extremely horny. You don’t like how you teasing Tony turns into you getting needy and he won’t stop teasing.
You: I want that. Right now.
You: *sent photo*
Tony had sent himself to the bathroom to calm down. He was at work. He needed to focus. Maybe he could ask Gibbs to be on call since his apartment is being renovated. No. Work. ..Work. …Work. He managed to get somewhat of a grip. He opened his phone.
You. Legs open. Panties off and to the side. Shirt in your mouth. You were sitting in your bedroom, floor by the mirror. Your hand was between your legs, fingers in your pussy.
His mouth dropped and his dick was rock solid again. Fuck… fuck (y/n) fuck. He thought as his cock raged for her insides. He snapped a picture of himself in the mirror his dick print obvious.
Tony: look what you do to me
Tony: *sent photo*
Tony: do you see how hard my cock is for you right now?
You smiled. You were close to getting Tony. You were actively playing with your pussy, it wasn’t just for show.
You: *sent video*
Tony stood in shock. He heard your quiet moans and whimpering in the background as you slowly pleased yourself.
Tony: (y/n) wait until I get there to finish
You: oh, so you’re coming now?
Tony: no I’ll be there after work
You: sooo then I’m not waiting
You propped the phone up and set the three second timer. Making sure he saw you in action from the beginning. You laid on your back, unaware to any of the texts coming in.
Tony: (y/n) please wait.
Tony: I swear (y/n) if you cum without me your punishment will be so bad that the pleasure you’ll experience wouldn’t have been worth it
You: *sent video*
**”fuck… fuckkk” you fingered yourself at a medium pace. Racing for that orgasm. Your little whimpers began growing into deep moans. “Mmmmhmmm Tony” you groaned as you sped up pace. Roughly fucking yourself. You began tightening, body stiffening as you neared an orgasm. “Tony” you breathe as you begin to orgasm. You sped up. Almost at a feral speed to squirt. You sprayed the phone. Crying out Tony’s name and arching your back as you did.**
Tony: I’m on my way.
Tony rushed out of the bathroom to his desk. Fanning for his keys. Rushing out of the bullpen he brushed past Gibbs.
“Where you headed?”
“(L/n) isnt feeling well, her stomach hurts a lot and she can’t remember what she ate, but she’s really aching. She asked me to pick up some bread, some medicine, and Gatorade.”
“Okay”
“Can be on call today? So I can stay with her?”
“Sure. If you miss one call DiNozzo” Gibbs standing close to Tony. “I won’t let you miss work to play bookie with (y/n) anymore”
“Yeah boss”
“Good try tho. Rule #7” he acknowledged.
He ran out the building and sped to your apartment, parking his yellow ‘66 Mustang next to your black ‘78 challenger. He knocked on your door. Your tiny figure appeared in the door way. Wrapped comfortably in a blanket. He pushed you inside, picking you up as he closed the door. He kicked off his shoes as he kissed you all the way to kitchen, he set you on the bar. The two of you rushed to get most of his clothes off. You held his head as you continuously smashed your lips on his.
He set you down on floor. Pulling off his pants and boxers. He layes himself between your thighs.
“Fuck you, (y/n)” he whispered in your ear.
“Do it then, Anthony” you whisper in his. He rammed into you. You pulled his hair as he roughly fucked you on the floor.
“Do you know, how hard I tried to keep myself together (y/n)?” He bit your neck. Your nails scratching down his biceps as he fucked you relentlessly.
“No” you moan.
“No?” He growls. “Being here, dogging you before 12:00, on a Wednesday, isn’t a clue?” He said working on leaving hickeys in your neck and chest. You were leaving bite marks on his shoulders and you tightened around him. Moans of pleasure getting louder as you neared your climax.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. You’re close aren’t you?” You nodded. “Tell me when you’re about to. I want to hear you say it.”
Your moans turned him on so much more.
“I’m coming” you say breathing heavily.
“What?”
“Fuck, Tony, I’m coming”
“One more time.” His grunted as he gave three rough pounds in between each word.
“Fuckkk Anthony! I’m coming, I’m coming” you began to tear up. He pulled out and flipped you you you were face down, ass up.
“No you’re not” he growls as he hammers your pussy. The sound of balls slapping skin, and moans and grunts fillling the room.
“I’m sorry” you cry. “Daddy please let me come.”
“You’re sorry?”
“Yes” you scream.
“Then show me” he says letting go of your hips. “Fuck me like this to show me you’re sorry” you o eyed. Throwing your body back on his roughly but at a staggered pace. He could see your body spending and he decided to finish you off. Just the way you liked it.
“I’m sorry I fucked up my rhythm” he says in your ear. “I just want you to see how gorgeous you look” he grabs your hair and pulls your head up. Your back arched, eyes red, and tears streaming down your face. You screamed as he roughly pounded you.
“Look at you” he said sweetly. “So pretty for daddy ” your faced moved as he dogged your clenching pussy hole. “Sooo fucking beautiful”
He slapped your ass. Three painfully enjoyable slaps. He began to make some marks in your hips.
“Fuck fuck fuck (y/n). Can I bust in there?” He groans as you begin to pull him to the edge. You nodded. “Can I cum in that tight pussy?” He asks again.
“Yes please, Tony, please” you cry your core burned. You began to orgasm. He pulled your head up again. “Let’s cum together” he says as he began orgasming, filling you up, you were soaking his dick with your juices, squirting around his dick.
“Good girl” he says as he fucked you till the end of his climax. Thrusts getting sloppy as he pulled out. He collapsed next to you on the floor, pulling you close to him.
“I hope I didn’t go to rough on you” he said apologetically. “Did I hurt you at all?”
“I’m a little sore.” You admit. “But it was definitely worth the punishment” you giggle kissing his chest.
“(Y/n) I don’t want to have hurt you… you know that right?” Tony speaks.
“Good… please (y/n) let me know if it too rough…” your kiss cuts him off. He smiles dazily.
“I’ll text if you hurt me. I’ll make sure I’m honest about things I do and don’t want, I will punch you if you ever do some thing I don’t like that you keep doing.” You propped yourself up on your elbow, admiring the hickeys you left all over him. And your bite marks on his shoulder.
“Yes, exactly “ he chuckles. Your neck and chest were covered with marks. Your hips had light purple bruises already forming and you wondered what your back looked like.
“I love you” you say to Tony.
“I love you too, (y/n)” he replies kissing you deeply. “I’m going to run you a shower. And I’ll order Thai?” You nodded. He stands and helps you up. Starting your bath for you. Slapping your ass as he walks away.
“Mmm” you smile.
“Sexy” he remarks with a wink. Once he turned his back looked absolutely destroyed. Crazy marks lined his back, blood bubbling towards the top.
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She Has Returned
As I walked into the bustling NCIS bullpen, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I couldn't help it – today was a special day. YN, my sister, was visiting the headquarters after months of being away on assignment. The thought of seeing her again warmed my heart more than I could express.
I settled into my desk, surrounded by the familiar hum of activity. The clatter of keyboards, the rustling of paperwork, and the occasional ringing phone created a symphony that had become the backdrop of my professional life. My gaze drifted to the empty desk beside mine – YN's desk. The place where she would sit when she was here, poring over case files and bantering with the team.
I barely noticed when DiNozzo strolled up to me, a sly grin on his face. "Probie, someone's got that dreamy look in their eyes. Must be thinking about a certain someone."
I rolled my eyes at his teasing, a fond smile still playing on my lips. "Cut it out, Tony."
He waggled his eyebrows. "Ah, I knew it. The Probie's got a crush!"
Before I could reply, the unmistakable sound of a familiar voice cut through the air. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the man of the hour!"
I turned, my heart soaring as I caught sight of YN walking into the bullpen. Her radiant smile illuminated the room, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. She looked every bit the strong, determined woman I knew her to be, with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
"YN!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement as I jumped up from my chair.
She closed the distance between us in a few quick strides, and we embraced in a tight hug. It felt like coming home after a long journey – that sense of comfort and belonging that only a sibling could provide.
Pulling back, I held her at arm's length, taking in her features. "You have no idea how happy I am to see your smile again," I admitted, my voice filled with genuine affection.
YN chuckled softly, giving my shoulder a playful punch. "You're such a sap, Tim."
"And proud of it," I replied, my smile unwavering.
As we shared a laugh, Gibbs appeared by our side, his usual stern expression softening as he looked between us. "Well, McGee, looks like you've got your partner in crime back."
YN saluted him playfully. "Special Agent YN McGee, reporting for duty, boss."
Gibbs' lips twitched into a rare smile. "Good to have you back, YN."
The camaraderie and warmth in that moment were something I treasured about our team. We were more than just colleagues; we were a family. And seeing YN back in action, her presence filling the bullpen with energy, I couldn't have asked for a better day. With Tony's teasing, Gibbs' subtle approval, and my sister by my side, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.
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A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH | Tim McGee | NCIS | Whumptober 2022
Day three: Gun to temple
The barrel of the gun felt cold against her head. The sensation almost felt calming to her, the coolness in contrast to her rising, anxiety induced, body temperature. It was almost as if it was grounding her back down to earth. As if it wasn’t going to be the thing that kills her.
She couldn’t see that far ahead of her, the ex-petty officer had made sure of that. She could just make of the home video camera by its flashing red light, next to it sat a small disposable phone. The dampness in the air suggested that she was underground but all of this knowledge was useless to her now. If only she had known about the basement before she has surveilled the house then maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t have ended up here.
Gibbs would be disappointed in her. She could feel the head slap waiting for her when she ever got out of this situation. Or if she got out. She should’ve known better than to go in alone, she had been a NCIS Special Agent long enough to know that. Maybe it had been her arrogance or her unwavering need to prove herself against her male colleagues but whatever it was, it wasn’t worth dying for.
The ropes that had bound her hands behind her back dug into red-raw skin as she tried to shift away from the gun slightly. Ziva had once taught her how to get out of bondage like these many months ago. If only they hadn't opened that third bottle of chardonnay then maybe she would have managed to escape before her captors had come back for her.
She tried not to focus on the burning sensation in her wrists. Instead she thought of Tony, and the lewd comments he would make about her being tied down. She could almost here it now: Look at you, Y/N. I didn't think you were the type for restraints. She could imagine how Kate would have rolled her eyes at him if she had lived. She could imagine rollering her own eyes at him if she survived this.
Abby, she knew, would be hysterical. They had always been close. Abby had been her first friend at NCIS, briefing her of the Do's and Don'ts of Leroy Jethro Gibbs (she also showed her the right spot of the vending machine to hit for free Doritos much to Tony's dismay). Abby couldn't lose another friend. Ducky would be there for Abby, but Y/N knew that he would be the one to perform the autopsy, she knew that Ducky would have to live with that image forever more.
And Tim, her sweet, sweet Tim would be left widowed. She knew how much he lad lost and how many burdens he had to carry with him. She had stayed by his side throughout some of the worst moments of his life, she had promised him that she would always be there for him. Now, she faced being his next problem, his next issue, his next burden to bear.
"The address," Her captor said, breaking the heavy silence in the air. "Give me the address and then I'll let your little agent here go."
The phone crackled as the recipient of the call spoke. "No deal. Give her back then - and only then - will I consider giving you anything."
Instead of responding, the former marine clicked the safety off, pushing the barrel further into her head.
"I'm sorry, Gibbs. I tried. I really tried-"
"You have nothing to be sorry for, L/N. He does. This is his doing, not yours." Gibbs took an audibly breath before turning his attention back to the man. "Let her go and then we'll talk."
"In your own words: no deal"
The trigger was pulled quickly, so quickly that Y/N didn't hear a thing before her world went black and she plunged into oblivion; the NCIS team watched helplessly as they watched her body slump forward in her chair on the MTAC screen before the picture disconnected.
Tim didn't know how long he stayed there, watching the fuzzy screen before him. He didn't remember Tony offering him a ride home, or how the two sat silent in his car for nearly an hour. He didn't remember much of the following days, or the funeral. All he knew was that he was alone now.
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McGee x reader - this moment
When you have time, could you write something abt artist reader and Tim relaxing with each other on a day off. Maybe Tim is playing his games or typing away on his typewriter and reader is sketching away in their sketchbook but they have writers block so they decide to use Tim as their muse? Just extreme fluff please 😭 if there is anything else you’d like to add, please go ahead! Thank you 🫶🏼 - Anon💜
Sometimes you liked spending time with Tim, learning about the games he liked or just watching films or just talking.
Today you were sitting on the couch, sketchbook in your lap as you listened to music through headphones.
He walked in and when he saw you sitting there he smiled and got changed, heading over to his computer he sat down and loaded up one of his games.
You knew he’d come home, he had made you a drink and sat it on the table next to you, but you were so immersed in what you were doing you didn’t have time to process it.
You sighed, flicking to a clean page, you got up and pulled your headphones down around your neck, taking a sip of your drink you stood up and stretched.
“Hey darling.” You spoke softly.
Tim pulled his headphones down and turned around, smiling softly at you.
“Hey, you seemed really focused so I didn’t want to disturb you.”
He took his headphones off and stood up, walking over he slipped his arms around your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck.
“That’s alright, how was work?”
“Not to bad, one day I’m going to smack DiNozzo though.”
You laughed a little and leant up, pressing your lips softly against his in a gently kiss and he softly kissed back.
You pulled away and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Just ignore him Tim, you’re twice the man he’ll ever be.”
“Thanks sweetheart.”
He gave you a quick kiss and you rested your head on his chest, and you both just stood there for a few minutes happily holding one another.
“Im going to go for a bath, do you want me to order food after?”
“I’ll do that don’t worry, I’ll get your favourite.”
Tim kissed you again and let you go for you bath.
You were in there longer than you though, just relaxing and enjoying the warm water and when you got out you realised the food had come.
Tim was back at his computer and you just walked to the couch and sat down, looking at your sketch book then to him you picked it up.
You kept looked at the pages and at Tim, very carefully drawing, making sure to pay close attention to the detail.
Tim had no idea what you were doing, even as the hours passed and you started new sketch after new sketch.
When he realised what time it was he shut down his computer and stood up, stretching.
“Sweetheart?” He asked softly.
He turned to the couch and saw you fast asleep, sprawled out, book on the floor.
Tim laughed a little and walked over, kneeling down he picked up your fallen pen, and set it on the table.
Then he picked up your book, going to close it he stopped when he saw the sketch on the page.
Looking at it, he smiled and just admired how well detailed it was, every careful stroke of the pen, every careful attention to detail.
Smiling to himself, he closed the book and set it on the table and brushed some hair from your face, kissing your forehead.
Standing up, he carefully picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed as he walked over to his side and laid down.
He laid there just looking at you, a smile on his face as he reached out and gently touched your keep.
“Tim…” you mumbled.
“Go back to sleep…” he whispered.
You just nodded tiredly and got into a more comfortable position and reached out, lightly grasping on shirt.
He smiled and ran his thumb along your cheek.
He just admired you, taking his ever possible moment of this as he could, burning the imagine in his brain.
Reaching over, he pulled you into his chest and tucked your head under his chin and closed his eyes as he held you lightly
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Love is Like a Butterfly
The day started just like any other. Get up at 5 am, make coffee, get ready, head to work. The last thing on Leroy Jethro Gibbs’ mind was falling for the newest member of the team. But there was something about the way she demonstrated kindness not only to the victim’s family and friends, but to random people she met during her day at work. Or maybe it was her infectious smile that seemed to light up any room she was in, or the fact that she seemed to never let the horrors of the job faze her, she was always the same optimistic, kind person day after day.
“Grab your gear, we got a body.” The familiar voice of her boss rang through the air as she was telling DiNozzo about her weekend. She rushed to meet the team in the elevator and she would be lying if she said she didn’t notice how close Gibbs was to her. So close in fact, their hands brushed against each other’s. Or maybe it was how vivid his baby blue eyes are or how softly he speaks to Abby. The car ride to the crime scene was relatively quiet except for the odd movie quote thrown out by DiNozzo and Ziva getting confused at whatever movie quote DiNozzo was talking about.
They meet Palmer and Ducky there, as well as McGee who drove the evidence van. The crime scene was in the middle of a meadow on the outskirts of a forest. After the evidence was bagged, photos were taken, and Palmer and Ducky drove off, Gibbs realized she had disappeared a few minutes ago. It didn’t take long to find her. She was standing almost perfectly still, and at the very edge of her fingertip, was a monarch butterfly.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t notice how almost angelic she looked. The sun was making her hair appear brighter and if he really looked hard enough, he could see the lighter strands of hair that oh so gently framed her face. She had the look of pure delight on her face as the butterfly delicately crawled around her hand for a bit then breezily flew away. He would also be lying if he said he didn’t start to fall for her right then and there. Little did they both know, their developing feelings were not one-sided at all.
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McGirlfriend
[A/N: in my defense, I did say I was becoming a DiNozzo simp 🙃]
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Ziva wadded up an old draft of a report that she was about to shred, opting instead to beam it at Tony’s forehead to gain his attention. The grin on his face melted away as his eyes narrowed in her direction, and he barked out a playful, “What?”
“What is it that you are smiling at over there?”
“A text.”
“From?”
“A friend.”
“Not just a friend,” Abby chimed in from her spot at McGee’s desk, propping her chin on her hands as she batted her eyelashes in Tony’s direction.
“Oh?” That piqued Tim’s interest, and he pulled his attention away from the screen where he was testing a new program to optimize one of Abby’s many search parameters. “Are you seeing someone, Tony?”
“Yeah, McProbie,” the senior agent grinned, brewing up a facetious response. “Your sister.”
Rolling his eyes, McGee shot back, “You wish. She’s too smart for you.”
“Children!” Gibbs barked as he rounded the corner. The three agents scrambled to appear busy, shuffling papers around and clamoring over one another with updates on their supposed productivity this morning. Silencing them all with a mere glance, Gibbs continued, “If you’re done dishing about your social lives, we’ve got a dead Marine in Rock Creek Park.”
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“I do not believe that you have a girlfriend,” Ziva stated matter-of-factly, pulling open the van doors to gather the crime scene kit.
“Well, believe it, Zi-va,” Tony retorted, the two syllables popping off his tongue in that infuriating way only he could do, “because it’s true. Here, watch my eyeballs when I say it: I have a girlfriend. What does your Mossad training tell you about that statement, huh?”
“That you are telling the truth,” she huffed back, eyes narrowed. “But if that is the case then how are you not gloating about your sex escapes all the time?”
“Sexcapades,” DiNozzo corrected automatically.
“Whatever. Why not?”
Tony shrugged, trying to control the blush threatening to creep across his cheeks. “Because.”
McGee unzipped the camera bag and slung the device around his neck as he caught the senior field agent’s eye with a teasing grin. “Because he really likes her! Tony’s in love.”
“Shut it, McGoob,” Tony growled out, slamming the van doors shut and stalking off to find Gibbs at the primary crime scene.
“Look at that, Ziva,” Tim sighed dramatically as they watched their colleague walk away, “our boy’s all grown up.”
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“How was your day today, babe?” You flipped back to the diagram on venous circulation in your anatomy textbook, wiggling your fingers in an invitation for your boyfriend to join you on his bed. He heaved a dramatic sigh before stretching out across the comforter, laying his head against your thigh. “Don’t ask.”
Your fingers automatically went to brush through his short hair, freshly wet from his post-work shower. “Tough case?”
“What’d I just say?” he teased, reaching up to tweak your nose and eliciting a sheepish giggle from you. “It’s not the case, it’s my colleagues. They found out about you today and now they’re probing for more.”
“So tell them,” you offered easily. “My friends at school know about you.”
“Oh yeah?” His voice grew a touch huskier and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
“Oh yeah,” you whispered. “I tell them all about your big, thick d…ura mater. For that big ol’ brain of yours.”
He groaned your name in frustration and you laughed, pleased with yourself, until his eyes shot open and you saw that green had faded to black. You held your book up in defense and tried to quell your now racing heart. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. I have to study! I swear- don’t you even-”
He shut you up with a gentle kiss that quickly turned more desperate. Taking the textbook from your hands, he set it on the bedside table and tugged your shirt off before molding his lips back to yours, mumbling, “You need to study anatomy? Let’s get you some hands on experience.”
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Tony strutted into the bullpen the next morning, greeting his teammate with an uncharacteristic smile given the fact that the sun had yet to rise. “McProbius. How was your night?”
Tim’s face twisted into one of confusion as he answered, “Uh, fine. Uneventful. How was yours?”
“Why, thank you for asking,” Tony grinned despite intentionally prompting the exchange. “My night was absolutely incredible.”
Ziva dropped her coat on the back of her chair and smirked knowingly at DiNozzo. Crossing her arms, she stated, “You had sex. Good sex, I am guessing, from the way you are gloating right now.”
“Not just good,” Tony clarified. “Amazing. Mind blowing. Since you two are so interested, my girlfriend’s a med student-”
“Hey, so is my little sister!” McGee cut in excitedly. “At Georgetown?”
“Yes, now hush. Anyway, when I tell you that she knows her way around male anatomy which is truly a testament to just how hard she studies. So diligent. Doctors are amazing, and we should appreciate them more.”
Tim and Ziva exchanged curious looks, then turned to see the reason behind the sudden shift in conversation standing behind them. A chorus of greetings- slightly too loud- poured from the three agents’ mouths as they all but ran to their desks to continue working on their current case.
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“His desk is right over there,” the security guard gestured in the general vicinity, and you thanked her with a smile before making your way through the bullpen bustling with midday activity.
An older man in a tan suit approached as you neared the section the guard had pointed out, a soft smile on his face despite the gruffness in his voice. “Can I help you?”
“She’s here for me,” two voices in unison confidently rang out, and you peeked around the man you assumed to be Gibbs to find the source of the sound.
“Easy, McGeek,” Tony chuckled as he rose from his desk. “Unless she’s the suspect you’ve been theorizing about all day, I’ll take it from here.”
“Uh, I think you should take it easy considering you have a girlfriend, Tony,” Tim shot back, brows furrowed. “She’s my sister.”
“But that’s- she’s-” Tony stumbled over his words while Ziva leaned back in her chair, laughing to herself as she connected the dots with a giddily mumbled, “This is the best day ever.”
Both men pointed accusatory fingers at you, fighting to be heard.
“You said you were studying last night!” “Your last name isn’t McGee!”
“Woah,” you held up your hands in defense, trying to calm the situation. “I was studying last night,” you directed the response to your older brother, then turned to your boyfriend, “and we have two different dads. How come you two have never mentioned each other?”
“He is Probie,” Tony clarified, as Tim mumbled, “He’s DoucheNozzle.”
“Hey!” you and Tony cried out.
“Hey!” Gibbs mocked you all, jingling a set of car keys in the middle of your heated circle. “Boyfriend and brother, go pick up our suspect. Figure this out when I have my killer behind bars.”
Sufficiently chastened, they each pressed a kiss to one of your cheeks while glowering over your head at the other man. As they made their way over to the elevator- clearly bickering from the looks of it- Ziva approached you gleefully. “They will either bond over their love for you in that car, or you will end up single and an only child. Also, hi, Ziva David.”
“Y/N,” you supplied in kind, taking her proffered hand.
“What inspired this visit, anyway?”
“Oh,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I came to tell them I passed my anatomy exam with flying colors.”
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Hold You Close
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Thank you to @creativepromptsforwriting for these prompts; Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Twenty-Four Touches. There will be more of these fics to come as they are a work in progress but I hope you like what I have so far
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A casual touch on the shoulder to acknowledge them – Timothy McGee x reader
The three of you were sat shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, the first time in years. You hadn’t seen your siblings for years, probably because whilst they had all settled down and started their own families you had fled to the other side of the country becoming an NCIS agent working in DC. The cause of this family reunion, the death of your grandmother, the lady who had raised you whilst your parents had abandoned you but kept your siblings, it wasn’t until you were ten years of age that you even knew that you had older siblings. Whilst you had slowly gotten to know your siblings and quickly come to find that you got along with them quite well, your parents on the other hand were not nice people and you were truly grateful to your grandmother for removing you from a life that your siblings had been subjected to. It was why you had fled as a young twenty something because your parents were trying to recruit you for the business that they were a part of, or well the “cult” as your brother and sister had called it, they were glad that you had managed to escape too. A hand is placed on your shoulder and you look over your shoulder and smile as you see your boyfriend standing behind you, he gives you a calm reassuring smile and you give a small smile before turning to face the front of the chapel again, his presence the only thing you need to get you through the rest of the service and the next couple of hours in your parents presence. You reach up and give his hand a gentle squeeze of your own before leaving your hand there, as your brother and sister give you small smiles at your happiness.
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