Timothy McGee Imagines

Hell of A Greeting

I got the call that every girlfriend, wife, sister, and friend dreads to get. I couldn't find my voice as the nurse told me about my boyfriend's condition. Apparently, Tim was shot in the field. The entire drive from our shared apartment to the hospital, my mind was only focused on the what ifs, the oh nos, the please don't let this actually be happening, the only horrible things could happen. I parked my car and headed inside as the only thing I could think of was that there was no way the hospital would let me in.

"Hello," said the sweet nurse behind the desk. "What can I do for you, sweetheart?"

"I'm here to see Timothy McGee," I said, my voice shaky. "He's a federal agent with NCIS."

"Give me one moment," she said sweetly. I held my breath and tried to wait patiently.

"Excuse me," an older gentleman said, making me turn around. "Did you say you were here to see Agent McGee?"

"I am," I stuttered.

"How do you know McGee?" A man around mine and Tim's age walked over.

"Tim's my boyfriend," I said eyeing the two men. "Who are you?"

"McGeek has a girlfriend?" The younger man laughed.

The older man smiled as he held his hand out. "Agent Gibbs," he introduced. "I work with McGee."

"The famous Agent Gibbs," I smiled, feeling myself relax a little. I reached forward and shook his hand. "I've heard wonderful things about you. Tim always tells me that I should come to you if I'm ever in trouble."

"He's absolutely right," Gibbs smiled at me. "What do we call you?"

"Y/F/N Y/L/N."

"Does he talk about me, Y/F/N Y/L/N? Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo?" He smirked as he asked me.

"Yep," I answered slowly.

"Good things?" He smiled cheekily.

"Not the kind of good things you're hoping," I chuckled.

"I like her," a woman agent laughed.

"You must be Agent Ziva David," I smiled. "Tim says you're a total badass."

"I see McGee described me correctly," Ziva smirked at Tony who responded with an eye roll.

I looked over and saw a girl with black hair, three-inch platforms, and a dog collar. "You must be Abby."

"I am!" She said bouncing up and down. I gasped when she wrapped me in a hug. "It's so nice to meet you. I've noticed McGee's been a lot happier lately. It must be because of you."

"Let her breathe, Abs," Gibbs chuckled as he pulled her off of me.

"Sorry," she smiled softly at me. "I'm a hugger."

"Don't worry about it," I said. I lowered my voice and added, "I am too."

"Miss?"

We all turned around to see the nurse walking back to the nurse's station.

"Yes?" I asked, stepping toward the desk.

"The doctors are just finishing up with Agent McGee's surgery and will be on his way to recovery soon," she told me. My entire body relaxed until she cleared her throat. "Unfortunately, I cannot let you see him. Family only, I'm afraid."

Gibbs stepped forward, put his hand on my lower back, and showed the nurse his badge.

"This young woman is Agent McGee's emergency contact," he said. "Which means, she's the only one, other than us, allowed to see him."