Timothy McGee Imagines

Late Nights

"We will see you two tomorrow," Gibbs said. "Don't stay too late."

"They're staying late?" DiNozzo smirked at me and McGee. "How come?"

"Vance asked Y/L/N and me to go through our computer security system," McGee explained.

"There have been some attempted hackings and the Director wants us to fill in the gaps," I added.

"So our NCIS Computer Geeks get to stay behind and code together?" He teased. "I am so sorry I cannot stay and help."

"Yeah," I scoffed. "You're Grin of Sadness gave you away."

"Have fun," DiNozzo said sing-songy as he grabbed his backpack and left.

McGee and I shared a look before turning our focus back to our computers. A few minutes later, Gibbs walked in and placed a coffee on both of our desks.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"Thanks, boss," McGee said.

"Don't stay too late," Gibbs reminded. "I still need both of you bright and early tomorrow."

We laughed as Gibbs left. Without saying anything else, McGee and I started going through our security system. About an hour later, I heard McGee sigh as he stood up and started stretching out his back.

"You okay over there?" I asked with a small laugh.

"I forget how tense my shoulders get when I'm coding."

"I keep telling you," I sighed, "when you get focused, you tense your shoulders."

"I know, I know," McGee sighed. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle when McGee walked back to his desk and sat down with a sigh. "I can't help it," he shrugged. "It's like your scrunch face."

"My what?" I scoffed.

"When you get focused," he pointed out, "you scrunch your lips up to your nose, making this pouty-scrunch face."

I sent him an overly exaggerated scrunchy face before spinning my chair back to my desk. I went back to work but McGee didn't.

"How come we always get stuck with the overtime?"

"Probably because DiNozzo only knows how to find the naughty sites and Gibbs can barely turn his computer on," I chuckled. I smiled when McGee rolled his shoulders, trying to stretch out his back. "How about another coffee? I'm buying as long as you can hold down the fort."

"I think I got it under control," McGee chuckled as he put his hands up in defense. "As long as you bring me one back."

"You got it," I winked as I headed to the elevator.

* * * * *

The conversation was still fresh on my mind as I walked back into the squad room. I numbly walked over to McGee's desk and handed him his coffee.

"Thanks," McGee smiled as he grabbed his coffee from me. I hummed in response, not entirely having found my voice yet.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked back to my desk. I sat down and started pulling up the next level of code. I scanned through it and started patching the holes I found.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine," I said, clearing my throat. McGee stood up and walked over to my desk. He leaned against it and waited for me to tell him what was going on, but I didn't.

"Y/L/N," he elongated my last name. He jokingly started poking my face with his finger as he repeated, "Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me."

"Will you stop?" I sighed as I swatted his finger away. "I hate when you and DiNozzo poke my face."

"It gets you to open up when you're keeping things from us," McGee chuckled as he finally stopped poking me.

"You make it sound like I'm always keeping things from you guys," I said, leaning back in my chair and folding my arms across my chest.

"Only your feelings," McGee shrugged. "Fess up, Y/L/N. What's going on?"

"When I was getting us coffee," I sighed, slowly opening up, "I got a call from Eric."

"The boyfriend mad you're working late?" He asked gently. His small smile fell when my eyes filled with tears. "Oh," he whispered. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"He made me choose," I said, my voice breaking.

"Choose?" McGee repeated. "Between what?"

"Work and him."

"Damn," he said under his breath.

"I love my job," I said, my voice still soft. "And I love our team. I've worked hard to get here. I'm proud of what we do. But Eric. . ."

"You don't love him?" McGee asked.

"I don't," I whispered. I put my head in my hands and let the tears fall.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," McGee said gently as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Was I a complete idiot?"

"Absolutely not," he said instantly. "You deserve someone way better than Eric. You deserve a guy who's proud of the work you do here. A guy who would be okay the few times you've had to stay late. A guy who lets you talk out a rough case."

"A guy who brings me dinner when we're working late?" I asked under my breath. We slowly pulled out of our hug, staring into each other's eyes. My voice was barely audible as I added, "A guy who always has my back?"

"A guy who would rather he got hurt than you did," McGee added. Before either one of us really knew what we were doing, we leaned in and pressed our lips together. Things slowly progressed as our lips moved in sync.

"You just broke up with Eric," McGee said as we both breathed heavily. "You should take some time to get over him, Y/N. Especially before jumping into a new relationship."

"You mean, especially before breaking Gibbs's rule #12?"

"Yeah," McGee chuckled, "before that."