Timothy Mcgee Ncis Novels & Stories

"Sir, Agent Falcon is outside." Timothy raised his gaze and looked at his assistant. "Let him in. And I don't want anyone to disturb me while I'm talking to him." The assistant nodded and hurriedly opened the door. "Come in, sir." Falcon thanked the man and entered. He shook Timothy's hand as he stood up and greeted him. "Have a seat." Timothy pointed to the empty chair in front of his working table. "Thank you!" After Falcon sat down, he immediately opened the folder he was carrying. "These are the files you are asking me to investigate."

Dad’s deep voice spoke to me via the small earpiece hidden in my ear. “Tiger. Parking lot.” Tiger was the code name for Timothy, and I braced myself for whatever he was planning to do. Anna, Kyle and Emma were in my room, acting sad while Dad was in the surveillance room with the few of his colleagues hiding in the hospital. Elena, his boss, had provided us with extra manpower. “Tiger is approaching,” Dad’s voice rang through the earpiece, a slight robotic gruff to it. “Be ready, Caleb.” My adrenaline was building up when the door opened, and Timothy sneaked in. He had paid the receptionist extra to keep it quiet, and cops were waiting outside his shitty house with the search warrant as soon

Timothy’s target, a thin man with a twitchy gaze—a low-level snitch for the Nash Rebellion—slipped into the bar and headed for the back exit. "Too bad," Timothy said, sliding off the stool. "I work alone." He didn't wait for a response. He moved through the crowd, a shadow among shadows. He caught the snitch in the alleyway behind the bar, slamming him against the damp brick. "The leak," Timothy hissed, his forearm pinned against the man's throat. "Give me the name." The man gasped, his eyes bulging. Timothy leaned in, his mind racing through the fragments of intel he’d gathered. He could feel someone behind him. That same heavy, predator heat. Gideon.

“Come sit here.” “Father suddenly became very busy after the pilgrimage at the king’s tomb this morning. So I decided to stay late and help him for a while.” Timothy spoke while kept smiling at Selena, and then his gaze switched to the handsome man who sat next to him. He didn’t recognize him at first, though he was familiar with the omega scent. “You must be Jeremiah; I am Timothy Whitewood, Selena’s mate.” Timothy was observing him from head to toe, “I must admit you look so different after cleaning.”

Exhausted, I leaned back in my chair. “Boss…” I opened my eyes and looked up at Sigmund, who had just returned. “Come with me,” I said quietly. “I need a smoke. We’re not talking here.” We headed to the hospital rooftop. “What happened?” I asked the second we were alone. Sigmund hesitated. “Boss… Timothy’s dead.” I froze mid-drag. “And Rebecca’s mother is barely hanging on.” “What?” I lowered the cigarette slowly. “Did they catch the killer?”

Timothy was lying on a small bed in the corner. He was dehydrated and lost. I rushed towards him, but I couldn't do anything because of my tied-up hands. "Mateo! "I screamed, turning to him. “You…” “I was ready to let him go. " Mateo took his seat in one of the chairs and stretched out like this was some kind of show. “But your knight in shining armour just had to ruin it all." “Jess…” Timothy tried to speak, but I stopped him. I turned to Mateo, who was watching the show with some kind of pained expression in his eyes.

Nicko stated flatly, becoming the target of Timothy’s piercing gaze. “Why did God have to put me here with these people?” Timothy muttered to himself again; this time, Jaxon gave him a glare. “Oh, you really see me now. What’s the deal with you and God?” Of course, Jaxon did not respond. “Stop messing around and finish your work as soon as possible so I can take this stubborn bastard away from you.” And indeed, Timothy completed it all in less than ten minutes. Before leaving the room, he gave Nicko one last directive: “Keep an eye on him, and if you notice anything suspicious about him, call me immediately.”

“Not much else to tell. Roger’s private. Keeps his estate locked tighter than a fortress. I’ve been trying to find a way in, but no luck so far.” “Keep trying,” I said quickly. “I need to know if any of this is connected to Emma.” “Emma?” Timmy asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Timmy. He was a nice spy. He was even smart and loyal too. But he was handsomely paid each time and I wasn't sure where his loyalty really lay. “Never mind," I replied briskly. Timmy looked at me oddly but he didn't push. He just nodded with a smirk, he knew better than to pry.

He recounted everything he knew, from Evie's unexplained absence to the elusive connection with Bruce. Officer Reynolds listened attentively, her expression reflecting a mix of concern and determination. "We'll do everything we can to locate Evie, Mr. Timothy. Our team will start an investigation based on the information you've provided." Relief washed over Timothy, albeit tinged with uncertainty. He thanked Officer Reynolds, a glimmer of hope flickering within him despite the overwhelming sense of defeat. As the officer returned to her car to initiate the investigation, Timothy was left alone with his thoughts, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Gage asked him as he put his 9mm away in a holster under his jacket. “Two weeks,” Agron said. “I want those details because that will be the last night that Timo blinks his eyes,” Gage said. “No, Gage. I want him taken alive. I have questions that need to be answered,” Lev said and his gaze burned into Gage. “Fine, but he dies once you have your answers,” Gage said and crossed his arms over his chest. “I was introduced to Timo by Rocco,” Agron said and they all turned to look at him.