Timothy McGee Imagines

Kept Waiting

"Two more hours," McGee mumbled.

"What's with you?"

McGee looked up to see DiNozzo and Ziva watching him. "What do you mean?" He stuttered.

"You keep mumbling," Ziva pointed out.

"No, I'm not," McGee said a little too defensively.

"You keep counting down the hours we have left," Tony sighed, "and it's extremely annoying."

"What's extremely annoying?" Gibbs asked as he walked over and sat at his desk.

"McClock here keeps counting down until we can go home," Tony ratted him out.

"Anxious to leave work, McGee?" Gibbs chuckle.

"A little, sir," McGee said honestly. "But it doesn't have anything to do with you or the team or the job."

"Then why are you in such a rush?" Tony challenged with his infamous smirk on his face. McGee looked around at his team watching him.

"It's Y/N's birthday," he finally admitted. "I promised to make her a fancy dinner but whenever I have plans with her, we always get a case last minute."

"Awww," Tony mockingly cooed. "We should let him go, boss. It's a miracle he got Y/N. We can't let him miss her birthday."

"I wish I could," Gibbs sighed, "but we got a Petty Officer killed in a drive-by downtown. Grab your gear."

McGee sighed as he slowly grabbed his gear. As he headed to the elevator, Gibbs mumbled, "I'm sorry, Tim."

"I understand, boss," McGee said. He cleared his throat as he fixed his backpack strap and headed toward the elevator.

The case wasn't as simple as anyone was hoping for. They were at the crime scene all night. By the time they got through the crime scene, interviewed the witnesses, and collected evidence it was well past the time he was supposed to meet Y/N.

"McGee," Gibbs said as he walked over. "Why don't you go home?"

"It's fine," he brushed off. "It's already late. I can. . ."

"McGee," Gibbs cut him off, "go home."

"But. . ."

"Go home, McGee," he repeated. "Tell Y/N I'm sorry for keeping you on her birthday. And when this case is over, take some time off."

Gibbs patted McGee roughly on the back, slightly pushing him towards the cars. He turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could to the car. He got in and sped home.

McGee's heart sank into his stomach when he found Y/N asleep on the couch. He left his backpack by the door and knelt in front of her. He reached up and gently moved some hair out of her face.

"I'm so sorry, baby," McGee whispered. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

* * * * *

McGee turned around when he heard Y/N walking into the kitchen.

"Happy birthday," he said weakly.

"Thanks," she smiled. McGee instantly put down the spatula and walked over to her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her into his chest.

"I am so sorry I missed dinner last night, Y/N."

"It's okay," Y/N tried to brush off.

"No, it's not," McGee pushed back. "It was your birthday and I promised I'd cook you a fancy dinner and spoil you. I got stuck at work. We got a new case and it took us longer than we thought it would. I didn't get home until almost two this morning."