Timothy McGee Imagines

Den Mother McGee

McGee's POV

The last thing I expected when I brought my Scouts to NCIS was finding out that one of them was a missing kid. I tried calling Y/B/N's older sister, but her phone went to voicemail. I left her a message explaining that I needed her to come talk to me. I sent the rest of the kids home and kept Y/B/N with us.

"Tim," he said softly. "Am I in trouble?"

"Of course not, bud."

"But AFIS says I'm a missing kid."

"I know," I sighed. "I called your sister. When she gets here, we will figure it out. But I promise, you're not in trouble."

I watched as he figured it out. "Am I going to be taken away from Y/N?"

"Taken away?" I repeated.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "If I'm really a missing kid, aren't they going to take me away from her?"

"Hey," I whispered, "I will do everything I can to make sure they don't take you away from Y/N. I promise."

Y/B/N's parents were killed in a car accident three years ago. Since then, his sister Y/N has raised him. According to Y/B/N, his sister had a big book publishing job in New York when their parents died. She walked away from it all so she could raise Y/B/N. Now she owns and runs a small bookstore downtown.

After getting Y/B/N a snack, I went to my desk to look into the missing child case on him. I looked up when the elevator dinged. As soon as the doors opened, Y/N came running out.

"Tim!"

"Y/N," I started.

"Where's Y/B/N? Is he okay? He must be terrified. What's going on, Tim? Where's my brother?"

"He's fine," I tried to soothe her when she took a breath.

"But you called me and said you needed to keep him here," she said. "Why would you have to keep him here, at NCIS? Did something happen? Did he do something wrong? Tim, please tell me what's. . ."

"Y/N," I stopped her as I gently grabbed her shoulders. "Y/B/N is fine. He's with my friend, Abby. The reason I called is because something came up."

"What are you talking about?"

"And who is this?" Tony smirked as he walked over. For some reason, I felt weirdly protective of Y/N when Tony looked at her.

"Y/N, this is Agent DiNozzo," I said, trying to ignore that weird feeling. "Tony, this is Y/B/N's older sister, Y/N."

"It is so nice to meet you," he attempted to flirt. Y/N scanned him before immediately turning back to me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Tony.

"What's going on, Tim?" She asked. "Where's my brother?"

"He's talking to Abby and my boss, Gibbs," I explained.

"He's okay?" She double-checked.

"He is," I reassured.

"Then what's going on?"

"Let's talk," I sighed. I led her to the conference room, not entirely sure how to approach this topic. "Y/N, your brother's fingerprints connected us to a missing child case," I explained. "Any knowledge of this?"

She instantly shifted in her seat. "It's a little more complicated than that," she said softly.

"What do you mean?" I gently pushed.

"Y/B/N isn't my biological brother," she confessed. "He's technically my cousin. His parents weren't capable of taking care of him. His mother slept her way through Virginia and his father was too focused on his drug business. With his father constantly out of town and his mother wanting to keep herself busy, she dropped him off at our house all the time. He was a baby and she'd basically leave him on the doorstep, Tim. She wasn't fit to be a mother. But my parents? We were a better family for him. We raised him. We took care of him. We protected him. We loved him."