Timothy McGee Imagines

Watching From The Sidelines

"Abby got an ID on the guy who was last seen with at least 7 of our twelve victims," Gibbs said as he joined us in the squad room.

"That's great," McGee said.

"Who's the creep?" I asked as I got out from behind my desk and walked over to the plasma behind Gibbs's desk.

"I'm gonna go with the serial rapist who's attacked twelve women in the last two weeks," DiNozzo said.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "that's what I said."

"If you two are done," Gibbs said slowly. He didn't finish his threat with words. He just glared at us.

"Sorry, boss," DiNozzo and I said in sync.

"Our serial rapist creep is Harry Wilson," Gibbs said as he put the guy's picture on the plasma. He started to give us his background, but we didn't care.

"He's a freak," DiNozzo interrupted. "We get it. How do we get him?"

"He goes to the same bar," I said under my breath.

"Speak up, Probie Jr." DiNozzo said.

"The guy goes to the same bar, right?" I asked to double-check.

"Pretty much," McGee shrugged. "Why?"

"What if we send someone in undercover?" I suggested. "We could put her in a Navy uniform and maybe Wilson will choose her. We can catch him before he hurts anyone else."

"That's a great idea, Y/L/N," Gibbs nodded. "Get a uniform."

"Me?" I asked at the same time DiNozzo and McGee asked, "Y/L/N?"

"Are you sure, boss?" McGee asked. "I mean. . . This guy goes to a Navy bar, finds a woman, gets her drunk, and rapes her in the alleyway."

"It's risky, boss," DiNozzo said gently.

"Are we sure we want to put Y/N in danger like that?" McGee asked.

"I think she can handle it," Gibbs shrugged. "You guys don't?"

"Of course, she can handle it," DiNozzo said quickly.

McGee sounded a little strange as he added, "Plus, we've got her back."

* * * * *

I walked into the bar and instantly reached up to fix the earwig.

"Relax, Y/L/N," Gibbs said, his voice coming through my earpiece. "We can hear you and see you. If this goes south, we got your back."

"I know," I said, trying to calm my breathing. "Doesn't mean I have to be excited to meet and flirt with a serial rapist."

"I don't like that either," McGee mumbled.

"I heard that."

"Sorry," McGee said, clearing his throat.

"Can I just say," I sighed as I sat on a bar stool, "these uniforms are incredibly uncomfortable."

"What can I get you, Petty Officer?" The bartender asked me.

"You need to order a martini or some girly drink," DiNozzo reminded me. I had to resist rolling my eyes.

"Can I get an apple martini?" I asked. "Dirty."

"I didn't know you liked it dirty," DiNozzo laughed.

"Gibbs," I said under my breath. I smirked when I heard Gibbs smack DiNozzo. "Thank you," I said to both Gibbs and the bartender.

I sat at the bar for over an hour without any sign of him. "This is useless," I mumbled.

"What's useless?"