Welcome! I hope you enjoy this story. I haven't given up on my other story (Escaped) if anyone was wondering just felt like writing this one too. I will try to be consistent in updating for both stories. Disclaimer- I don't own NCIS. Also this is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.
'Well I guess it is time to go home. I'm pretty sure every is gone by now and now the few on night shift are here.' Director Vance thought as he finished packing up his bags. He shut his desk light off and double checked to make sure he had his gun, badge and phone on his belt, before leaving his office, shutting and locking the door behind him. As he walk to the stairs that lead to the bullpen, he whistled a jolly tune thinking he was alone. In the middle of a note he noticed that Agent McGee was still at his desk. Vance looked down at his watch that he always wore on his left wrist.
"McGee! What are you doing here it is close to midnight? Why didn't you go home hours ago like the rest of your team?" Vance said as he began to walk toward McGee's desk.
Tim glanced up startled at the loud noise. "Director. I thought I was the only one here. I needed to finish this report and do the report about the case we completed earlier."
"Why not just wait until the morning?" Vance asked perplexed.
"It wouldn't be ready by the time Gibbs would want it. Plus, I don't have anything better to do." Tim responded sheepishly.
Vance looked at Tim closer and saw dark bags under his eyes. "McGee, you look like you haven't slept in a week. You must be tired. When was the last time you slept? Why would it matter if your reports is not ready first thing tomorrow? Dinozzo and David normally take a few days for them to be turned in. Also, what do you mean you have nothing better to do? It is midnight you should have something better to do than sit at your desk and work."
"I'm fine. Gibbs gives me that disappointed look if I don't have things done first thing and I can't stand that look. I don't anything better to do. If I went home, all I would be doing is play computer games." Tim responded, deliberately not answering Vance's first question.
"That fine but you shouldn't be working yourself into the ground. You didn't answer me- when was the last time you slept and how long do you normally sleep a night?" Vance asked after listening closely and thinking over Tim's response.
"Oh… Um… I…. Uh…." Tim stuttered thinking of a good answer to a question he knew would get him in trouble.
"Spit it out, McGee!" Vance yelled getting tired of the stutters.
"Um…. I last slept two days ago… and I normally only sleep two hours max every night…" Tim almost whispered out, trailing off at the end of the sentences.
"What? Why?" Vance questioned, very confused.
"Well… I am the one who writes the reports or searches leads on the computer and Gibbs wants them ready by morning. That normally takes me to around two in the morning. Then it takes me an hour to drive home, so I get home at three. I normally go straight to bed and wake up at five the next morning for a shower and breakfast, which takes me to six. Then I drive back here another hour to start work at seven." Tim summarized in a meek and tired tone.
"McGee, you can't do that it's not healthy or safe. That's it. You are spending the night at my house as I live five minutes from here and you are sleeping in late tomorrow. No buts McGee. I will tell Agent Gibbs in the morning about this and he will not be allowed to penalize you." Vance demanded.
"Sir, I don't want to impose and I must finish these reports." Tim protested as it was his nature to not want to be a bother.
"You are not imposing. I am demanding. Turn off your computer; the report will be there in the morning." Vance assured with a slight smile at his agents politeness and work-ethic.
"Are you sure?"
"McGee I am ordering you to do as I say." Vance said sternly.
"Yes, sir." Tim responded solemnly. With that, Tim saved his report, shut down his computer, and grab his things, before following the director to the elevators.
"You will be riding with me, McGee. I can't trust you behind the wheel after so long with no sleep and it will allow me to make sure you don't leave as soon as I turn my back. Don't even argue, I can tell you are about to, but don't." Vance said, not even glancing at his youngest agent.
"Yes, sir." Tim said dejectedly, before blushing as his stomach made a loud rumble.
At that the director did look at him. "We'll eat when we get to my house. Did you eat dinner or even lunch?"
Tim, who had been fighting to get his blush under control, blushed again. "We didn't have time to stop for lunch and I had to keep working and couldn't stop for dinner."
"You have to eat McGee. You are no use to me when you don't sleep or eat." Vance scolded.
"Yes, sir." Tim said yet again before the elevator doors opened and they stepped off in silence. Tim followed the director to his car and got into the passenger side. The drive went quickly and quietly with no complications.
When they arrived at the house, they got out of the car and walked to the front door which Vance unlocked. "Where are your children, director?" McGee asked with trepidation.
"With their grandparents. Now come to the kitchen and we can eat before going to bed. You can sleep on the sofa in the family room, if that is alright with you?"
"Of course, sir." They went to the kitchen and reheated some chicken that had been in the refrigerator.
After they finished eating, Vance ran upstairs and grabbed two blankets, a pillow, and a spare set of pajamas for Tim to use. He headed back down and handed them to his agent, who blushed when he say the PJs. "The bathroom is through that door," Vance said while pointing at a door, "You can sleep on that couch. I will leave you. See you in the morning. I will wake you so don't turn on a phone alarm. Good night." With that he went upstairs to go to bed himself.
Five minutes after heading up, he realized he left his phone on the counter and went back down to get it. He walked quietly, so that he didn't disturb Tim, in case he was already asleep. At the bottom of the stairs he peaked into the family room expecting to see Tim on the couch, but instead caught sight of Tim standing in his boxers pulling a shirt over his head, causing his muscles to move. 'Well he certainly is well built and quite cute.' Vance thought before blushing slightly realizing who he just thought it about. Vance quietly slipped away before he was spotted and embarrassed the young agent. 'I need sleep to clear the "bad" thoughts away.' Vance thought one last time before he got to his bedroom and collapsed into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
By the time he fell asleep, Tim was already nestled into the soft blankets give to him by the director. 'I am going to need to sort out all these thoughts behind why the director is being so nice in the morning for now sleep is needed. Hopefully the nightmares remain at bay." Tim thought as he feel asleep.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Please review. Until next time but for now I need sleep (It is 220 am here). Bye.