Timothy McGee Imagines

Never Alone

The past couple of weeks have gone by in a blur. It started with a rough case where the team needed to blow off steam. Things shifted after I woke up naked in McGee's bed. It remained tense when I snuck out of McGee's apartment before he woke up. I ended up calling out sick a few days later. The plot twist occurred in an OBGYN's office.

I spent the next couple of days trying to make all these decisions at once. My decisions narrowed down to one big one; do I tell McGee?

Obviously, I should tell him. It's his baby. But telling him may cause friction between him and me. Not to mention how Gibbs and Tony will react to this. Tony will have a field day. Gibbs, however, is a different story.

I subconsciously placed my hands on my stomach as I listened to Gibbs explain the threat. There are rumors someone put a bomb on one of the Navy ships in port. If they set it off, they'll kill hundreds of innocent people and risk causing a chain reaction. It would be catastrophic.

"Any chance this is a bogus tip meant to distract us from the actual target?" DiNozzo asked.

"There is a chance," Gibbs nodded, "but we're not gonna risk it."

"Boss, that's a lot of ships to check," McGee brought up. I couldn't look at him so I busied myself with the case file. We haven't talked since that night. We both walked into work after that weekend and acted like nothing happened. Now, knowing what I knew, looking at him made my stomach flip.

"We could narrow it down," I said, still not looking up.

"How?" Gibbs asked.

"The most damage would come from blowing up the North side of the pier," I started to vocally figure out. "Obviously one of the bigger ships. Plus, if any of the ships are carrying precious cargo or a secret shipment, they'd be of interest. Any ship with anything valuable, other than people, should be the first we check."

"Y/L/N," he started.

"I'll come up with a narrowed-down list of possible targets focused on the cargo," I finished for him.

"McGee."

"I'll help Y/L/N," McGee stuttered.

"No," Gibbs said. "You will focus on anyone who may want to target one of these ships. DiNozzo, alert the pier."

As we dug into the ships, I could feel McGee continually glancing at me. I did my best to ignore him.

"I got it!" I jumped up. "There is a section of four boats. One of them is loaded with ship parts, another was empty, and the third one had uniforms and random things for bases. The last had ammunition."

"Ammunition?" DiNozzo asked. "What kind?"

"Every kind the Navy uses," I clarified.

"Oh," DiNozzo mumbled.

"Grab your gear."

We headed to the ship that had all the ammunition. We split up and started checking the ship. McGee and I ended up going together. The entire time we searched the ship, there was a piece of me yelling at myself to finally tell him the truth.

"Tim," I shakily started. "There's something. . ."

"Everyone, off the ship. Now!" Gibbs yelled at us through our earwigs.

McGee and I instantly turned on our heels and started running. We had just gotten off the ship when something exploded, knocking us off our feet.

"Y/L/N?" I heard from someone next to me. Soon, I felt arms gently help me up. "Y/N, talk to me. Are you okay?"