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You’re just finding your keys in your purse and discussing dinner options with McGee, when his arm sticks out and stops you in your tracks.

You look up. “What is it?”

He doesn’t answer, other than to reach for his gun and stare towards your apartment.

You follow his gaze to find the door to your shared apartment cracked open. Instantly, you’re on alert. “Timmy?” you ask in a small voice. 

“Shhh. It’s okay. Call Tony.” His gun is trained on the door. You hurriedly dial Tony’s number. You fumble, fingers nearly misdialing in your hurry. 

When the call finally starts going through, you’re aware of McGee’s controlled breathing and your lack of it.

You can hear music playing from inside your apartment. The BeeGees it sounding like. Your eyebrows furrow, glancing at McGee. He looks equally confused.

When Tony finally picks up, the music stops. “DiNozzo, here.”

“Tony? We have-”

But you never get to finish as McGee suddenly takes charge. He pushes past the door, yelling. You follow right after him, confused as you take in the scene of McGee chasing a surprised but laughing DiNozzo. 

In a few seconds too late, you realize the music you had heard earlier was just DiNozzo’s ringtone. “What the hell, Tony! What are you doing in our locked apartment?”

He laughs. “Gotta keep Probie on his toes!”

You stand there, letting the rain soak your clothes as McGee walks away from you.

“Come on, Timmy! Just one kiss!”

He keeps walking, calling over his shoulder, “You’re going to catch a cold, [Y/N]! Come on, I’ll give you a kiss inside.”

Your shoulders drop at his answer, and you yell back, “But I wanna kiss in the rain!”

You see him stop, although he doesn’t turn around. Encouraged, you try again. “Pl-ease, Tim? Just one kiss!”

He turns and makes his way to you. You can hardly contain yourself, so you cheer, jumping up in the cold rain.

Within a moment, McGee uses both his hands to kiss you hard. Your mind is wiped blank, wrapped up in the feeling of soft lips and the warmth of his body clashing the coolness of the stormy air.

A loud yell from the living room causes you to dash from the bedroom to the source of the sound.

You expect to see McGee holding up his gun for defense. 

You expect to see McGee holding his hand from some kind of injury. 

You expect to see McGee angry while playing video games.

What you don’t expect to see is McGee standing up on the couch, eyes wide and sweeping the area.

“What…are you doing, Tim?” You are completely bewildered. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Not a ghost, [Y/N]!”

The panic of your voice puts you slightly on guard, studying the room and then returning your gaze back to him. “Then what?”

“A mouse!”

You’re dumbfounded. “A…mouse?”

He sounds panicked again. “A mouse in our house. A rodent filled with disease!”

You stare at the man you call your boyfriend. A special agent of NCIS. The man that owns a gun.

Then you shake your head, sitting on the couch beside him and pick up the phone.

“What are you doing? We gotta do something! Why are you just sitting? Who are you calling?”

You gaze up at him, holding phone to your ear, eyebrows raised. “Hello, yes, is this animal control?”

Requested By: Anon

Part One: Sister’s Keeper

Brother’s Keeper

McGee doesn’t tap his foot nervously anymore as he waits for the elevator to rise. There’s a sort of broken air around him.

It hadn’t always been there. No, McGee was ever so hopeful from the moment you opened your eyes, waking from the coma that had claimed not only your life but your brother’s as well.

Not that he’d ever let you know that.

No. Like clockwork, every day, he would show up and visit you in the hospital. He’d keep up an understanding smile and show you an extraordinary amount of patience.

You’d do your best. You had become more quiet and reserved since you woke up. You try to smile the way you used to smile. You try to show the same enthusiasm that used to delight your brother.

But even you couldn’t ignore the drop in your brother’s shoulders getting lower and lower every day as he heads out the door at the end of his visits.

Today, you decide. Today is the day you change that.

His back is turned to you as he faces the window, hands pouring you a glass of water from a jug sitting atop the counter.

“Hey, Tim?”

He doesn’t even look up from the water he’s concentrating on pouring. He assumes you’re about to ask more about the accident as you had been for the past few days.

“Thank you.”

He pauses. “Thank you for what?” he asks. There’s a hesitancy in his voice that seems to keep him from turning to you.

“For everything,” you answer gently. “But mostly for being the most loyal, patient, and kind big brother anybody could ever ask for.” You pause. “And I don’t regret it.”

“Don’t regret what?” His voice is a bit sharp now. An edge to it that teeters between anger and distress. His hands are shaking, causing the water to spill. He sets down the glass and jug, eyes sweeping the area for paper towels.

You continue anyway. “I’d take that shot again. And again. For you.”

He’s looking at you now, eyes wet but he’s breathing hard all of a sudden. “Why?”

“Because you’re my brother and I love you. And I’m so sorry I couldn’t wake up for so long.” You give a wry smile. “But you do what you gotta do to keep loved ones safe, right, Timmy?”

The tears are dashing down his cheeks now as he steps towards you and sits beside you, pulling you into a hug.

You hold him tightly as he cries. You hold him tightly as McGee finally allows himself the tears and pain he had locked up inside him. You hold him tightly as your big brother shakes and sobs into you.

You hold him tightly because you are just as much your brother’s keeper as he is a sister’s keeper to you. And nothing, not a coma or a bullet to the body or time was going to take that away from either of you.

You sigh quietly, staring out the window. 

It was a slow day. Very slow. Everyone was at their desks working on files needed to be passed in by the end of the day.

You really should be working on those but you can’t help but get distracted every three minutes. There’s this unshakable feeling of sadness you can’t seem to get rid of.

It’s just one of those days.

After a while, you decide to go to the bathroom and splash some water in your face. Maybe that will wake you up and snap you out of this. 

When you return, you find your favorite chocolate bar sitting on your desk. 

You sit, confused, picking it up. There’s a sticky not on the other side of it.

You seem distracted. I thought maybe this could help. -Tim

You look up with a smile, but McGee is focused on his laptop screen. 

When you eat it quietly, finally able to focus, a soft adoring smile makes it’s way on McGee’s face when he sees your smile.