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29 Oct 2006 10:01Happy birthday 'grandpa'!
*runs away to hide from the smackdown coming from Tony*.....
*runs away to hide from the smackdown coming from Tony*.....
It's
29 Oct 2006 10:01
*panic attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Thanks -- I needed that
One hour count down for heading to the airport for New Orleans.....
Thanks -- I needed that
One hour count down for heading to the airport for New Orleans.....
Ten things
2 Apr 2006 14:21Was 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.
Sylum Snippet #8
25 Jan 2006 08:49It never failed to surprise Timmy that the Capt'n took him as a Childe. When he asked him about it, all he'd say was that he saw something in Timmy and that was all.
He knew that there were some guilty feelings tied in there somewhere, but if he was being honest with himself he was glad tht he'd had this chance. Even if it meant leaving his siblings and Mam behind. Perhaps there would come a time that he'd be able to check on them again, even if he couldn't be a part of thier everyday lives any more.
He had so much more time now, time to read all the books he's ever wanted, time to study and to learn. His mind whirled with the possibilities.
He knew that there were some guilty feelings tied in there somewhere, but if he was being honest with himself he was glad tht he'd had this chance. Even if it meant leaving his siblings and Mam behind. Perhaps there would come a time that he'd be able to check on them again, even if he couldn't be a part of thier everyday lives any more.
He had so much more time now, time to read all the books he's ever wanted, time to study and to learn. His mind whirled with the possibilities.
Sylum Snippet #7
17 Jan 2006 15:02Jamie was the baby, born just 12 years ago, much to the surprise of both him mam and da. Before him had been a string of still births, three in all, and they'd resigned themselves to no more children.
But Jamie, aye, when he was born it was obvious that he was special. Born with a caul during the dark of winter, he lived in two worlds. He'd spend hours wandering the hills around their home and drive their mam to distraction with bringing home strays and injured animals.
In some ways the Doc reminded him of Jamie, with his need to help others. The Capt'n had told him how the Doc had lost everything that was dear to him due to war, that was why it was so hard on him to be here.
He'd been riding with the Capt'n now for just over a year and in that time TImmy had grown not only to admire him for being the man that he was, but to try and follow his example.
Jamie would like the Capt'n and the Doc, of that Timmy was sure.
But Jamie, aye, when he was born it was obvious that he was special. Born with a caul during the dark of winter, he lived in two worlds. He'd spend hours wandering the hills around their home and drive their mam to distraction with bringing home strays and injured animals.
In some ways the Doc reminded him of Jamie, with his need to help others. The Capt'n had told him how the Doc had lost everything that was dear to him due to war, that was why it was so hard on him to be here.
He'd been riding with the Capt'n now for just over a year and in that time TImmy had grown not only to admire him for being the man that he was, but to try and follow his example.
Jamie would like the Capt'n and the Doc, of that Timmy was sure.
Sylum Snippet #6
16 Jan 2006 11:29It was hard for Timmy to believe that his da had been gone now for 4 years. It just wasn't the same for the family with him gone.
He'd taught all the boys and the girls too when mam wasn't looking, to shoot straight, to listen to the land when it spoke to you, and to read and to write. He was proud that he could do both and wanted all of his childern to be able to do the same.
Long winter nights were spent around the hearth, each with their handwork to do, listening to the stories that Da spun about Scotland. Timmy had been a young lad when they left for America, and only remembered snips of it. Da's stories helped to cement the memories deep into him soul.
He'd taught all the boys and the girls too when mam wasn't looking, to shoot straight, to listen to the land when it spoke to you, and to read and to write. He was proud that he could do both and wanted all of his childern to be able to do the same.
Long winter nights were spent around the hearth, each with their handwork to do, listening to the stories that Da spun about Scotland. Timmy had been a young lad when they left for America, and only remembered snips of it. Da's stories helped to cement the memories deep into him soul.
Sylum Snippet #5
16 Jan 2006 09:14Ewan had always been his favorite bother. He always seemed to know what Timmy was thinking before he'd said anything, and when the two of them put their heads together for mischief, you'd best watchout.
It'd taken him weeks to convice him that he didn't need to come and enlist with Timmy, that he'd fine and could watch out for himself.
Not that Ewan had bought it for one moment, but the combination of the powerful Timmy pout and the invocation of 'Mam needs you here more' created a powerful argument that there'd been no refute for.
Besides, Ewan was engaged to marry the lovely and sweet Maribelle, where Timmy had never even been courting with any of the eligible neighbor daughters.
It'd taken him weeks to convice him that he didn't need to come and enlist with Timmy, that he'd fine and could watch out for himself.
Not that Ewan had bought it for one moment, but the combination of the powerful Timmy pout and the invocation of 'Mam needs you here more' created a powerful argument that there'd been no refute for.
Besides, Ewan was engaged to marry the lovely and sweet Maribelle, where Timmy had never even been courting with any of the eligible neighbor daughters.
Sylum Snippet #4
14 Jan 2006 22:16Tony sat and watched as Nick tried to tempt Speed into eating some breakfast. This war was hard on his brother, more than it was on either Nick or himself.
Speed was more than able to fight, they'd all experienced it at one time or another, but his soul was a gentle one, a scholars soul. Much like Timmy's.
He looked around and spotted his new childe watching Nick and Speed. He'd have to see what he could do to remove that look of sadness from his face.
He knew that Timmy missed his family, but they were his family now and they'd take care of him. Just like they took care of Speed and Nick and all the rest.
They were family.
Speed was more than able to fight, they'd all experienced it at one time or another, but his soul was a gentle one, a scholars soul. Much like Timmy's.
He looked around and spotted his new childe watching Nick and Speed. He'd have to see what he could do to remove that look of sadness from his face.
He knew that Timmy missed his family, but they were his family now and they'd take care of him. Just like they took care of Speed and Nick and all the rest.
They were family.
Sylum Snippet #3
14 Jan 2006 15:13Breakfast was a tense affair. The Doc was unwilling or unable to eat, McGee hadn't been around him enought to know for certain which it was.
He watched the interactions between his Sire, the General and the Doctor with a wistful sort of longing deep within his heart. He knew that the Captain would watch over him and teach him all that he needed to know now that he was turned. But they weren't family, at least not yet.
Watching them reminded Timmy of his brothers.
His brothers and him, they'd nothing better to do late in the evenings around the hearth while growing up but to share tales of the wee folk, brownies, selkies and foxes, but he'd never thought that the day would come that he'd join them in being something from a story.
And it was always fun to watch the littlest one's eyes grow big as saucers as they each took turns seeing which could spin the stranger yarn.
His mam and da would scold them plenty if the littlest couldn't sleep afterwards. They'd ended up with many an extra chore as punishment for scaring the littles.
He missed them all so very much and now he'd not be able to go back and see them. The notification had already been sent, the messenger gone before he'd rose that first day.
He sniffled quietly, not wanting to disturb the others, nor to become the laughing stock for being so tender hearted about the whole deal.
He watched the interactions between his Sire, the General and the Doctor with a wistful sort of longing deep within his heart. He knew that the Captain would watch over him and teach him all that he needed to know now that he was turned. But they weren't family, at least not yet.
Watching them reminded Timmy of his brothers.
His brothers and him, they'd nothing better to do late in the evenings around the hearth while growing up but to share tales of the wee folk, brownies, selkies and foxes, but he'd never thought that the day would come that he'd join them in being something from a story.
And it was always fun to watch the littlest one's eyes grow big as saucers as they each took turns seeing which could spin the stranger yarn.
His mam and da would scold them plenty if the littlest couldn't sleep afterwards. They'd ended up with many an extra chore as punishment for scaring the littles.
He missed them all so very much and now he'd not be able to go back and see them. The notification had already been sent, the messenger gone before he'd rose that first day.
He sniffled quietly, not wanting to disturb the others, nor to become the laughing stock for being so tender hearted about the whole deal.
Sylum Snippet #2
13 Jan 2006 19:47"No, I don't think I will be alright ever again." He turned and faced Tony. "Have I thanked you yet? For saving me I mean. I just wish that I could have said goodbye to my family. This is going to crush my mother."
A squeeze on his should told him that Tony understood what he meant.
"You're a good man McGee, and one that I am proud to call Childe. I know that you will continue to make me proud as time passes."
Tony's hand dropped from his shoulder. "Let's go find the General and the Doc and see about some breakfast"
A squeeze on his should told him that Tony understood what he meant.
"You're a good man McGee, and one that I am proud to call Childe. I know that you will continue to make me proud as time passes."
Tony's hand dropped from his shoulder. "Let's go find the General and the Doc and see about some breakfast"
Minor spoiler for Silver War maybe.
Gen, Snippets of conversation between McGee and DiNozzo
Unbetaed, written stream of thought in training class.
Timothy McGee, Timmy to his family, looked out across the battlefield cum graveyard in the dim grey light of dawn. In his mind was a non-stop replay of the battle that had happened so few hours before.
Lost in his thoughts, he jumped slightly as a hand dropped to his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" his captain asked.
"No, I don't think I will be alright ever again..."
More to come
Gen, Snippets of conversation between McGee and DiNozzo
Unbetaed, written stream of thought in training class.
Timothy McGee, Timmy to his family, looked out across the battlefield cum graveyard in the dim grey light of dawn. In his mind was a non-stop replay of the battle that had happened so few hours before.
Lost in his thoughts, he jumped slightly as a hand dropped to his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" his captain asked.
"No, I don't think I will be alright ever again..."
More to come
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12 Jul 2005 05:16Time flies when you are having fun.
I'm still waiting on my Due South DVDs to arrive. *sigh* I really wish that they would get here.
Went camping this weekend with the fmaily anf friends at a local pagan festival. Since we live in the Northwets (not a typo) surprisingly enough it was raining (not). Rained most of the trip actually.
I don't mind wet camping -- just wish we'd remembered to bring chairs for sitting as it was too damp to sit on the ground.
It was shocking, just shocking I say, to come back to a skip 140 after 3 days to catch up with everyone. WOW.
Email wasn't much better.
I'd just joined the Sylum Clan list (Nephir-Sylum Clan's Tim McGee)and realised pretty quickly that they liked to chat....a lot...and that I'd best put them on digest to keep my inbox from crashing.
Came home to 37 digests.
You guys rock!
As of 10:30 last night I was able to finish reading through all the email and now am getting back into the swing of things.
Its good to be home.
I'm still waiting on my Due South DVDs to arrive. *sigh* I really wish that they would get here.
Went camping this weekend with the fmaily anf friends at a local pagan festival. Since we live in the Northwets (not a typo) surprisingly enough it was raining (not). Rained most of the trip actually.
I don't mind wet camping -- just wish we'd remembered to bring chairs for sitting as it was too damp to sit on the ground.
It was shocking, just shocking I say, to come back to a skip 140 after 3 days to catch up with everyone. WOW.
Email wasn't much better.
I'd just joined the Sylum Clan list (Nephir-Sylum Clan's Tim McGee)and realised pretty quickly that they liked to chat....a lot...and that I'd best put them on digest to keep my inbox from crashing.
Came home to 37 digests.
You guys rock!
As of 10:30 last night I was able to finish reading through all the email and now am getting back into the swing of things.
Its good to be home.
