Timothy McGee Imagines

Rock, Paper, Opps

I joined Gibbs's team at NCIS a little over a month ago, but something still feels off. I've never struggled with solving a case, but the more I'm around crime scenes, the more it messes with me. I struggle to piece things together when I'm surrounded by blood, dead bodies, and gore. I get all shy and insecure. I think it's messing with how DiNozzo and McGee see me.

My worries were confirmed when I walked in and saw something I wasn't supposed to see.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors. Loser has to partner with the probie on her first stakeout."

My throat tightened as I watched DiNozzo and McGee play Rock, Paper, Scissors. McGee won and DiNozzo groaned.

"Wow," I said, making them jump. "Didn't think going on a stakeout with me would be so terrible."

Before either one of them could say anything, I turned on my heel and walked away. While they were busy looking for me, I snuck up to Director Vance's office.

"Agent Y/L/N," he smiled as I walked in and sat down, "what can I do for you?"

"I want you to take me off Gibbs's team."

My statement made him freeze. He walked over and quickly shut the door.

"Agent Y/L/N. . ." He stuttered.

"It's not because of Gibbs," I said quickly. I had to say this before I wimped out. "And it's not because of McGee or DiNozzo. It's just. . . I don't think. . . Every time. . . I don't think I have what it takes to be a field agent, Director Vance."

I expected him to fight me on it, to argue, but he didn't. He sat down and leaned back in his chair.

"And you're sure Gibbs, McGee, and DiNozzo had nothing to do with this?"

"I'm sure," I said, focusing on my hands.

"They didn't say anything to you? Insult you?" He paused before adding, "Anything that made you uncomfortable?"

"Of course not," I said quickly. "They don't even know we're having this conversation."

"Well, if you don't mind me asking, why do you want to leave?"

"I didn't say I wanted to leave NCIS," I gently corrected. "I just don't think I want to be a field agent anymore."

Vance let out a deep sigh as he leaned his elbows on his desk. "Y/N," he said softly, "are you sure everything is okay?"

"Yes, sir."

He thought about it for a second before saying, "We could use your expertise down in the information analysis unit."

* * * * *

I wasn't sure what Director Vance said to Gibbs and the others, but they went on the stakeout and I started working for the information analysis unit. I monitored the rest of the case but didn't get involved.

A couple of days later, I walked in from a meeting to find McGee and DiNozzo sitting in my office. McGee was in an extra chair while DiNozzo was sitting on my desk.

"Case must be over," I said as I walked in and filed the paperwork I just finalized. "DiNozzo, get your ass off my desk."

When he didn't move, I smacked his knee. He yelped and jumped off my desk. I sat down and ignored them as I logged into my computer.

"Was there some information that the two of you needed analyzed?" I asked.

"What the hell, Y/L/N?" DiNozzo snapped.

"Whoa," I laughed. "What's your problem?"

"You left," he said, his anger coming through. "No explanation. No nothing. You just left right in the middle of the case."