Timothy McGee Imagines

Worth It

My first undercover case was a long one and it's pulled me away from NCIS. I don't have any contact with my team other than a text every three days to Gibbs to let him know I'm okay. He's in my phone as Dad. My cover is that I am an arms dealer selling weapons to a homegrown terrorist group. We are currently hiding out in an abandoned school.

"Texting Daddy, Queen Bee?"

I rolled my eyes at the nickname the terrorist group gave me. "Nope," I said, not looking up from my phone. "I'm texting your daddy. Say 'hi' to your new mommy."

I 'accidentally' kicked his ankle as I walked past him. As I was heading to my "office" or what looks like an old English classroom they let me use, I overheard a conversation I wasn't supposed to hear but I needed to make sure NCIS heard.

"Y/L/N, you're not supposed to be calling unless. . ."

"Gibbs," I cut him off. "They're moving the shipment and their plans have changed."

"What do you mean?"

"They're not selling the guns, Gibbs," I sighed. "They're using them."

"On what?"

"They're not what we thought," I said quickly.

"What do you mean?"

"The terrorist group we had was a fake lead," I sighed.

"They're not a terrorist group," Gibbs figured out.

"Nope," I said, running my fingers through my hair. "But, Gibbs, there is something more important. They're planning an attack on. . ."

"Hey!"

"Who are you talking to?!"

"Y/L/N? What's going on?" I heard Gibbs's voice before my phone was ripped out of my hand. I tried to yell out our panic code but my mouth was covered and I was hit from behind.

McGee's POV

"We got a problem," Gibbs said as he ran into the squad room.

"What's that, boss?" DiNozzo asked.

"Y/N's gone dark."

"Wait, what?" I stuttered.

"She called me," Gibbs started to explain, "said that they weren't selling the guns. They were planning on using them."

"Did she say what their target was?" DiNozzo asked.

"She didn't get the chance," Gibbs sighed.

"Why didn't she get the chance?" I asked.

"I tried calling her back, but no answer. My guess is they turned her phone off."

"Why would they turn her phone off?" I asked, my voice soft.

Gibbs sent us a look before clarifying, "Y/N's cover is blown."

DiNozzo and I didn't wait for Gibbs to order us to grab our gear. We grabbed it and instantly started jogging toward the elevator.

"Where are you two going?!" Gibbs called out after us. We froze and turned around.

"We're going to find Y/N," I said slowly.

"We don't know where she is," Gibbs said like it should've been obvious.

"We have the apartment she's been staying in while she's been undercover," DiNozzo said, neither one of us catching on.

"She told me eight days ago that they were making her stay with them," Gibbs sighed as he sat down. "We have no idea where she is or what they know."

"Or what they'll do to her," DiNozzo mumbled.