Timothy McGee Imagines

Accidental Run-Ins Part 2

Part 1 Recap:
After years of being apart, Y/N and Tim ran into each other at a coffee shop. The minute they met, things fell back into place. The two old friends started dating, but Y/N was keeping something from him. She was an FBI agent. What started as a drug cartel case, ended with a sting being interrupted by NCIS. While standing between her and Gibbs's teams, her boyfriend discovered the truth. With the case wrapped up, the two agents finally had a chance to talk.

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It's been three months since Tim discovered I actually worked for the FBI. Even after we talked about it, I could tell he still struggled with it.

I walked into my apartment, instantly trying to hide the pain I was in. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag on the kitchen table before walking into the living room. I collapsed onto the couch, my whole body tingling.

I let out a small whimper when someone knocked on my door. I shakily stood up and cringed as I walked to answer it. I sat up straighter, hiding my pain when I opened it to see Tim.

"Hey, you," I smiled. I gasped when he pulled me into his chest and kissed me. He slightly picked me up, causing me to groan in pain. He broke the kiss and studied me as he slowly let me go.

"Are you okay?" He asked slowly.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to brush it off but he saw right through me.

"Y/N, what happened at work today?"

"Nothing," I stuttered. "I mean. . . We were trying to wrap up a case and it ended badly."

"How badly?"

When I didn't answer, he pulled me into the apartment. He closed the door and turned back to me. Before I could stop him, he took off my jacket and studied my arms. He looked back up at me with nothing but worry in his eyes. He then gently grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it, revealing my bruised ribs and stomach.

"Y/N!" Tim gasped. "What the hell happened to you?"

He wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to the couch. He carefully helped me sit down before running to my bathroom and coming back with the first aid kit. He looked at my arms, debating what to do.

"I don't. . . I can't. . . I'm not sure where to start," he whispered. I reached over and grabbed his hands, stopping him.

"I'm fine," I whispered. "It's nothing."

"What happened, Y/N?"

"The group that I had infiltrated discovered me."

"They what?!"

"Tim," I tried to calm him down. "My team was right outside. As soon as Fornell heard it going south, he sent everyone in. They got to me before it got too bad."

Tim shook his head as he delicately dragged his hands up and down my arms.

"Your cover is always blown," he mumbled. "And you always come home hurt, covered in bruises."

"Baby," I said gently. "You put yourself in just as much of a risk as I do. It's part of the job."

"Well, it shouldn't be!" He yelled as he jumped up, interrupting me. I sighed as he started pacing and rambling. "Why do they always send you undercover? Can't then send in someone else from your team? It's about time they risk someone else's life. I'm tired of coming home and seeing you in pain."

"Tim," I said his name as I stood up and stopped him from pacing. I reached up and gently grabbed his face. He reached up and grabbed my wrists but didn't pull my hands from his face.