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Title: Free Writing
Author: [ profile] onlyonechoice
Rated: PG
Genre: Gen
Warnings: Angst, spoilers for Truth or Consequences
Summary: Timothy McGee deals with the events in Somalia in the only way he knows how
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Acknowledgements: Thanks to [ profile] angst_queen_98 for the beta!

If it was Agent McGregor in that chair, he would have spilled his guts before the needle came out, but Agent Tommy had all the movies and plots to distract and evade. Small muscles big brain wasn’t what was needed in that dusty room in the middle of nowhere. Lost her. Lost her for too long.

Tommy breaks out his Jack and grins him down even with the serum racing through his veins as McGregor plays possum in the corner. Koalas in submarines, petty officers, Mallards and vengeance, vetting agent after agent to replace the irreplaceable.

This was before they discovered that Agent Lisa was still alive. Not even red leather pants would distract Agent Tommy from his appointed task while Agent McGregor lay there, silent and useless.

Amy, Akaba, Aramaic lullabys, swords poised to strike, and finally they’re ready to move. Led by caffeine and determination, McGregor and Tommy make the journey and that’s how they wound up in the sand, in the dark.

With Lisa and a devil’s bargain and a plan in place. They can do this.


Finally, he can move. He kicks and twists and there’s a gun in his face and I’m so sorry Ziva I wish I’d done more than just lie there and you wanted to die before Gibbs saved us all and I would have just lay there with a gun to my head

McGee pulled the sheet of paper from his typewriter and scrubbed at his eyes, the scabs stinging almost as much as the tears.

Neither he nor Ziva would breathe a word of what Tony had said while under the influence of the truth serum. They’d forget the applause and go on with their jobs and maybe someone would make them see a counselor.

The air conditioner hummed, the desert heat half a world away. The bottle of water sweated next to the typewriter and banished the remembered taste of sand. He smelled of soap and detergent for the first time in weeks.

He took one more look at the paper, at the words that would never see the published page, and slid it into the shredder.

Just another day at the office.

He stared at the shredder, remembered Somalia, and knew that Tibbs and his team had been retired. After everything they’d been through, it was time for a team of his own creation.

It would be the only way he’d see one...but after shredding that page, maybe that was something he could live with.

Date: 2010-08-31 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This hit me right in the heart. They carry on as they always have, except for the desperate churning under the surface. *bookmarks*

Date: 2010-08-31 11:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*smiles* Very glad you liked it - it's my first serious McGee fic, and I've been fascinated lately by writer!McGee, so hopefully there will be more!

Date: 2010-08-31 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A good reflection on how McGee would cope with the darkness he sees.


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