Timothy McGee Imagines

First Impressions

I saw them first out of the corner of my eye. I didn't bother turning around. They walked up as I shot my last few rounds at the target.

"Damn," one of the guys chuckled. "Nice. . . stance."

"Impressive aim," the other one said slowly as if making sure his partner heard the second word.

I didn't turn around as I finished shooting my rounds. Once I was done, I sighed before unloading my gun and putting it back on the counter. I slowly took off my headphones and glasses before turning towards them.

"What can I do for you, gentlemen?"

"Agents McGee and DiNozzo," one of them introduced as they showed me their badges.

"I guess I should rephrase my question," I said. "What can I do for NCIS Agents McGee and DiNozzo?"

"You don't seem surprised to see us," Agent DiNozzo smirked at me.

"We are the closest shooting range to the Navy base," I shrugged. "We get lots of Marines and Navy men that come by to shoot their personal weapons here. I'm. . . familiar with NCIS."

"Good to know," Agent DiNozzo smirked.

I turned toward Agent McGee as I asked, "What can I do for you?"

"We were told we could find the owner out here. Goes by Y/N/N," Agent McGee said as he looked around.

"That would be me," I shrugged.

"Really?" Agent DiNozzo scoffed. One look from me and he instantly cleared his throat. Agent McGee grabbed Agent DiNozzo's shirt and pulled him slightly behind him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Agent McGee said politely.

"Please don't call me ma'am," I sighed. "Makes me feel old."

"And you are definitely not old," Agent DiNozzo smirked at me.

"Everything you say makes me want to go home and take a shower," I said.

"I can help you," he smirked again.

"You do realize we are surrounded by guns, right?" I asked, slowly crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the table.

"And you do realize we're federal agents, right?" Agent McGee asked slowly.

I turned to him and smirked. "I grew up around this place," I said. "I think I can out-shoot you."

Something changed in Agent McGee's eyes. He grabbed his gun and shot at a nearby target. When he put his gun away, he kept eye contact with me. I looked over my shoulder at the target and let out a small laugh.

"Not bad, agent," I said. I sent him a look before loading my gun and shooting at the target.

"You missed," Agent DiNozzo said slowly.

"Did I?" I laughed. I swung my hips as I walked over and grabbed the target. I headed back to the agents and put the target down on the table. I kept my hands pressed to the table as they examined it.

"I don't get it. . ."

"She shot directly where I shot," Agent McGee chuckled. He looked back up at me and smirked. "Not bad."

"Thanks," I shrugged as I pushed off the table. "Now, what can I do for you agents?"

Agent McGee stared at me for a second before pulling out his phone and showing me a picture. "Do you recognize this man?"

"Of course," I shrugged. "Petty Officer Tyler Walter. Sweet kid. I haven't seen him in a while." I stopped when I saw the look Agent McGee and Agent DiNozzo shared. "What happened to him?"

"We didn't say. . ."

"Two NCIS agents show up and ask me about someone I haven't seen in a while," I pointed out. "It's obvious. Did someone. . . kill him?"

"We're not sure," Agent DiNozzo answered seriously.

"We're looking into it," Agent McGee added quickly. "How well did you know him?"

I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest. "It's not rocket science," I shrugged. "I'm a female owner of a gun range. Just about every guy who walks in here flirts with me."

Agent McGee and I looked at DiNozzo with similar expressions on our faces. Agent McGee looked at me and we shared a soft smile. I cleared my throat and looked away before continuing, "Petty Officer Walter was the only one who didn't obnoxiously flirt with me. He sat and talked to me, made jokes, and was just sweet. He even protected me when a customer got a little too close. He was different." I sighed as I looked between the two NCIS agents. "Look, I don't know what Petty Officer Walter got himself into, but he's a good guy. Whatever you think he did, he didn't do it."

"We'll do everything we can to find the truth," Agent McGee promised. I smiled softly as I uncrossed my arms and shoved my hands in my back pockets.

"Thank you, agents."

"Have a nice day, Y/N," Agent McGee smiled at me.

I let out a slow breath as they walked away. I turned back to the table and giggled when I saw the target Agent McGee and I shot.

"Y/N!"

I furrowed my eyebrows when Agent DiNozzo ran back over to me. "You're really cool and definitely scare me a little."

"Thank you?"

"Here."

"Agent DiNozzo," I sighed.

"It's not my number," he said quickly. "It's Agent McGee's."

"Does he know you're doing this?"

"Nope!" Tony said, way too proud of himself. "He thinks I'm peeing."

* * * * *

As soon as the man left, I went to my office and searched for the business card Agent DiNozzo gave me a few days ago.

"McGee," he answered the phone.

"Wow," I teased. "Is that how all NCIS agents answer their phones?"

"It's required," he instantly answered. I smirked when he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, but this is. . ."

"Y/N from the gun range."

"Oh, Y/N," he said, his tone changing. "I hope this doesn't come off wrong, but how did you get my work number?"

"Agent DiNozzo gave me your card after you two left yesterday."

"Tony," he mumbled under his breath. I held in a laugh when he cleared his throat. "What can I do for you, Y/N?"

"I'm gonna guess you're used to answering that question instead of asking it?" I teased him.

"Does it show?" McGee chuckled.

"Maybe a little," I shrugged.

For a minute, I briefly forgot why I was calling until McGee said, "Not that I'm not happy you called, Y/N, but is there a reason you called?"

"Yes," I said, my tone shifting. "A man just came and talked to me. He was asking questions about Petty Officer Walter."

"Okay," McGee said. "What was he. . ."

"He claimed to be an NCIS agent."

"I'm on my way," he said quickly.

"Wait," I cut him off even though I didn't know what I was going to say. "I can get you the security tape. Maybe you can run facial recognition?"

"We can," he said. "Abby, our forensic scientist, specializes in facial recognition. You could bring the tape by NCIS and I'll introduce her to you."

"Or," I elongated, "I could give you the tape over dinner."

"Well, usually," McGee said with a hint of teasing in his voice, "I can't get away in the middle of a case. But seeing how this has to do with the case, I think I can make it work."