Timothy McGee Imagines

Should've Been Me

The case went south fast. We were made and soon under gunfire. McGee and I were tucked behind one wall while the gunman shot at us. We took our time, taking shots when we had a chance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something moving across the other side of the room.

"McGee, I think there's. . ."

I gasped when he pulled me back around the wall. I looked up to see that I was in his arms.

"You good?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

Our window opened up so we shot off a few bullets before running and ducking behind a different wall. That's when I saw it again. This time it looked like a shadow running by.

"Where are Gibbs and Tony?!" I yelled over the gunfire.

"They're on their way," McGee yelled back. We ducked back down when someone got close. "I'm gonna call them again."

As McGee called Gibbs, I kept cover. That is until I saw it again. This time, the shadow had a gun. And it was pointed at McGee.

"Tim!" I yelled as I jumped up. I didn't think before pushing him out of the way.

"Y/N!" McGee yelled as I was hit. I fell to the ground, pain flooding my body. I heard a few more gunshots before someone ran to me. He tried to move me but I let out a pained scream.

"Y/N! McGee!"

I looked over to see Gibbs and Tony running toward us. "Y/N's been hit," McGee rushed out the second they got to us.

"Where?" Gibbs asked as he knelt next to me.

"My side," I whimpered.

"DiNozzo, cover us. McGee, we got to get Y/N out of here," Gibbs instructed as he tore off his jacket.

Gibbs helped me sit up. He threw my arm around his shoulder and wrapped his arm around my waist. I gasped in pain when he used his hand to hold his crumbled-up jacket over the bullet wound. McGee wrapped my free arm around his shoulder and wrapped his other arm around my waist.

I bit my lip to hold in the pain when they pulled me to my feet. My legs instantly gave out causing Gibbs and McGee to tighten their hold on me.

"Hang on, Y/L/N," McGee said as they started carrying me out of the building. Gibbs and McGee instantly covered me when the gunshots got closer. When they had an opening, Gibbs and McGee continued to rush me out.

Soon, we got to the car. McGee and Gibbs slowly lowered me into the backseat.

"Go back and help DiNozzo," Gibbs instructed.

"But boss. . ." McGee stuttered.

"Go," Gibbs cut him off.

"She needs to get to the hospital," McGee finally got out.

"And I will take her," Gibbs sighed. "Go help DiNozzo."

* * * * *

McGee and DiNozzo ran into the hospital waiting room. They searched the room and finally found Gibbs.

"How is she?" McGee asked as they ran over to their boss.

"She's in surgery," Gibbs said. "They promised to give me an update as soon as they have one."

"So what?" DiNozzo scoffed. "We're supposed to just sit here and wait for any news about Y/N?"

"Pretty much," Gibbs shrugged. DiNozzo sat next to Gibbs with an annoyed grunt. McGee tried to sit down but he was too antsy.