Ten things
2 Apr 2006 14:21![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nephirWas reading through my flist and decided that I should write a set of those 10 Things a character never did for McGee. This is Sylum AU and so without further ado...
Ten Times Timothy McGee has Never had sex, and One in which he has...
NCIS and multiple crossovers
Rating: FRC-FRAO
10. He was charmed and horrified all at the same time by the brash Chicago detective. And while he knew that Gauls has settled into both Italy and Spain, he still had trouble accepting that Detective Vecchio was really Italian.
And where exactly did that Mountie fit into it all he wondered.
It really didn't matter, chances were that he'd never see either again. Ray kept saying something about returning to Northwest Areas and the Mountie, Benton was his name, would smile softly and murmur "Northwest Territories Ray" quietly.
Still, conventions were for cutting loose, and he wondered if he could get them to play ‘Mountie’ in the middle.
9. He couldn’t believe that he’d been sent to Cleveland all on his own to deal with this case. He stared at the three that he’d caught out in the cemetery near the crime scene. The blond woman was a petite thing, but he’d seen her kick a man…thing…three times her size and knock it back a good 10 feet. The brunet woman with her wasn’t any larger, and had backhanded another one of the…things hard enough to hear bones crunch, and it wasn’t in her hand. The third in the group was a man with dark brown hair cropped close and an eye patch. He’d pulled the biggest axe from behind his back and had casually beheaded the third…thing that had surrounded him.
He was never taking a case alone again.
8. Another convention, this one in Washington State. The big blonde guy was scary in a Gibbs sort of way, and he wasn’t really sure about the guy with him. A ‘civilian’ ride along -- he had curly dark hair pulled back into a tail and bright blue eyes. Such a cutie -- Abby would just eat him up.
And did his partner just growl at him? Tim shook his head and focused back on the lecture and stopped daydreaming about the two that were at his table, no matter how much his libido tried to tell him different.
7. The team all got sent to Scotland of all places to look into the death of a chief who’d been there on a training mission. What Tim didn’t expect was to have the chance to look into his family history, and to end up in the funky bar talking with the tall redhead with the dangling tooth earring.
6. A trip to Boston to retrieve the body of a dead midshipman on leave to see his family brought him face to face with a small brunet that reminded him strongly of one of the girls in Cleveland, but this one worked in the morgue. She was a bit off though, in some indefinable way. He wasn’t sure what was going on with her, but as long as they could get the body and clear everything up quickly, he’d not worry too much about it.
5. What the hell was the BRT and why was he meeting with someone named John Meyers?
Okay. He could understand the secrecy now, and the big red guy was pretty incredible, but he was happy to head back to DC and the relative normal loonieness that happened there.
4. What the hell!?! How was it that he kept ending up in these situations? He swore to himself as he cleaned up in the hotel that he wasn’t going to let Gibbs send him on another one of these trips. The Halliwell sisters were nice, in a weird sort of way, but their family was stranger than his back at NCIS and the guy who he’d been sent to collect had blown up in the oddest was ever -- who knew that someone could explode when exposed to salt water brewed with herbs? He was never coming to San Francisco without serious backup again.
3. Ziva and he’d ended up traveling to Cecily Alaska to see if they could discover why the sailor who’d come home for the spring break had died, but neither were terribly comfortable in the bush plane sent to pick them up.
He wasn’t sure what to make of the town or the characters that inhabited it, it was stranger than fiction. Who’d believe that the sailor had died from running naked through the streets with all the other men of the town, even the cranky doctor from New York?
2. He begun to believe that he’d seen just about everything, until he ended up in Roswell. He didn’t believe in little green men (or grey men for that matter) but there was no way that these teenagers were normal.
1. ‘Viva Las Vegas baby’… he could just hear DiNozzo in his brain singing along with Elvis. Another dead sailor, this one in the Montecello. The owner was just as happy to see this cleared up as Tim was, and he offered to let Tim come back and stay for free for a weekend anytime he wanted. All Tim wanted was to get home, and sleep in his own bed. This had been the longest string of cases that he’d had to handle mostly on his own and he was tired.
0. Drift was waiting for him at the airport, silently offering comfort to his tired mate. Snuggling deeper into his mate’s side he cuddled close, just happy to be home once again.
They’d had a lovely reunion once the door to their apartment was closed and locked. Drift had shut off the phones for the evening and had warned all of the team to stay away unless it was a matter of life or death.
Mouths fused together, they kissed as if they’d been apart for years rather than just days this time. Deep, wet, drugging kisses that lasted as they stripped out of their clothing and stumbled to the bed, they reacquainted each other with their individual flavors as hands roamed freely across each others bodies.
Tim hummed quietly to himself in happiness. He’d missed snuggling with his mate most of all.
Ten Times Timothy McGee has Never had sex, and One in which he has...
NCIS and multiple crossovers
Rating: FRC-FRAO
10. He was charmed and horrified all at the same time by the brash Chicago detective. And while he knew that Gauls has settled into both Italy and Spain, he still had trouble accepting that Detective Vecchio was really Italian.
And where exactly did that Mountie fit into it all he wondered.
It really didn't matter, chances were that he'd never see either again. Ray kept saying something about returning to Northwest Areas and the Mountie, Benton was his name, would smile softly and murmur "Northwest Territories Ray" quietly.
Still, conventions were for cutting loose, and he wondered if he could get them to play ‘Mountie’ in the middle.
9. He couldn’t believe that he’d been sent to Cleveland all on his own to deal with this case. He stared at the three that he’d caught out in the cemetery near the crime scene. The blond woman was a petite thing, but he’d seen her kick a man…thing…three times her size and knock it back a good 10 feet. The brunet woman with her wasn’t any larger, and had backhanded another one of the…things hard enough to hear bones crunch, and it wasn’t in her hand. The third in the group was a man with dark brown hair cropped close and an eye patch. He’d pulled the biggest axe from behind his back and had casually beheaded the third…thing that had surrounded him.
He was never taking a case alone again.
8. Another convention, this one in Washington State. The big blonde guy was scary in a Gibbs sort of way, and he wasn’t really sure about the guy with him. A ‘civilian’ ride along -- he had curly dark hair pulled back into a tail and bright blue eyes. Such a cutie -- Abby would just eat him up.
And did his partner just growl at him? Tim shook his head and focused back on the lecture and stopped daydreaming about the two that were at his table, no matter how much his libido tried to tell him different.
7. The team all got sent to Scotland of all places to look into the death of a chief who’d been there on a training mission. What Tim didn’t expect was to have the chance to look into his family history, and to end up in the funky bar talking with the tall redhead with the dangling tooth earring.
6. A trip to Boston to retrieve the body of a dead midshipman on leave to see his family brought him face to face with a small brunet that reminded him strongly of one of the girls in Cleveland, but this one worked in the morgue. She was a bit off though, in some indefinable way. He wasn’t sure what was going on with her, but as long as they could get the body and clear everything up quickly, he’d not worry too much about it.
5. What the hell was the BRT and why was he meeting with someone named John Meyers?
Okay. He could understand the secrecy now, and the big red guy was pretty incredible, but he was happy to head back to DC and the relative normal loonieness that happened there.
4. What the hell!?! How was it that he kept ending up in these situations? He swore to himself as he cleaned up in the hotel that he wasn’t going to let Gibbs send him on another one of these trips. The Halliwell sisters were nice, in a weird sort of way, but their family was stranger than his back at NCIS and the guy who he’d been sent to collect had blown up in the oddest was ever -- who knew that someone could explode when exposed to salt water brewed with herbs? He was never coming to San Francisco without serious backup again.
3. Ziva and he’d ended up traveling to Cecily Alaska to see if they could discover why the sailor who’d come home for the spring break had died, but neither were terribly comfortable in the bush plane sent to pick them up.
He wasn’t sure what to make of the town or the characters that inhabited it, it was stranger than fiction. Who’d believe that the sailor had died from running naked through the streets with all the other men of the town, even the cranky doctor from New York?
2. He begun to believe that he’d seen just about everything, until he ended up in Roswell. He didn’t believe in little green men (or grey men for that matter) but there was no way that these teenagers were normal.
1. ‘Viva Las Vegas baby’… he could just hear DiNozzo in his brain singing along with Elvis. Another dead sailor, this one in the Montecello. The owner was just as happy to see this cleared up as Tim was, and he offered to let Tim come back and stay for free for a weekend anytime he wanted. All Tim wanted was to get home, and sleep in his own bed. This had been the longest string of cases that he’d had to handle mostly on his own and he was tired.
0. Drift was waiting for him at the airport, silently offering comfort to his tired mate. Snuggling deeper into his mate’s side he cuddled close, just happy to be home once again.
They’d had a lovely reunion once the door to their apartment was closed and locked. Drift had shut off the phones for the evening and had warned all of the team to stay away unless it was a matter of life or death.
Mouths fused together, they kissed as if they’d been apart for years rather than just days this time. Deep, wet, drugging kisses that lasted as they stripped out of their clothing and stumbled to the bed, they reacquainted each other with their individual flavors as hands roamed freely across each others bodies.
Tim hummed quietly to himself in happiness. He’d missed snuggling with his mate most of all.
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Date: 2 Apr 2006 16:05 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 6 Apr 2006 16:52 (UTC)Thank you for noticing. *smooch*
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